novelraw Chapter 85: I’ve already died once, haven’t I?
Chapter 85: I’ve already died once, haven’t I?
Ethan liked how carefree Elena was.
Not reckless or overly confident, just calm and patient.
A mature beauty worthy of admiration, a milf among milfs.
Her beautiful face always wore an elegant smile, her cheeks slightly flushed from Ethan’s firm grip on her breasts.
It was funny.
If it had been any other man, she would have preferred to blow up her mana heart rather than allow that.
But looking at her Lord and admiring his handsome features, Elena simply couldn’t get angry.
It was the blessing of beauty.
Ethan wouldn’t have handled Elena so tenderly if she were some kind of monstrous whale in the form of a woman, either.
"So... Is the Lord going to tell me what’s wrong?" Elena asked, her voice soft and unhurried as she relaxed into Ethan’s arms, letting herself be carried like a princess.
A subordinate being carried by her own lord wasn’t exactly proper, but Ethan never cared about such minor formalities.
What kind of man would be rude to such a beautiful woman?
"A goblin attack. I already knew they’d come, but I didn’t expect it to be this soon." Ethan grunted softly.
"Aren’t you worried?" He turned his gaze to Elena, whose expression hadn’t changed one bit.
"No... I have faith in my Lord, and even if I didn’t..." she paused briefly, her lips curving into a soft smile. "...I’ve already died once, haven’t I? Fufufufu~~"
"Ah... I’ve died once too, you know?" Ethan replied.
He didn’t mind hiding the fact that he was a transmigrant from Elena.
She had also died and come back to life, so why lie about something so small?
"Oh... and aren’t you afraid of dying again, dear?"
"Well, if I could die between Miss Elena’s tits, I wouldn’t be."
Elena froze for a moment at those words, her cheeks flushing deep as her lips parted in a loud, sweet laugh.
"Hahahaha... ah~~"
A brief pause followed, her drowsy, sensual eyes settling on him with warmth.
"I don’t think I remember any man who’s ever made me blush that way, you know?"
Ethan didn’t reply, merely thanking the heavens for his absurdly high charm rating.
By the time they finished their brief conversation, they were already in Goldenveil.
Elena gracefully slipped out of his arms, her feet touching the ground without a sound.
She didn’t step away immediately, and their bodies remained pressed together for a brief moment, her ample breasts flattening against his chest in a tight, warm embrace, the lush, pillowy flesh molding against him before slowly pulling away.
"Wait for me at my residence. I’ll have to take care of a few things," Ethan said, his hands reluctantly leaving her hips.
Nodding silently, the beauty walked slowly toward the mansion.
Ethan’s eyes were unable to look away from the graceful sway of her hips, her perfect buttocks rolling with each elegant stride, the generous, chocolate-colored flesh rising and falling beneath the fabric.
What a woman...
Worthy of an empress.
Forcing his gaze away and hiding the bulge in his pants, Ethan ran over to the Goldenveil guard.
Much had changed.
Young Cain, whose loyalty to Ethan surpassed even Doran’s, had proven himself the most promising recruit in the group, earning a place on the list of those who would receive talent enhancement resources.
With the system, compensating for talent was easy. Loyalty, however, was not.
Since Cain had been the first to master the burning blood’s body-enhancement technique and the quickest to learn the forms of imperial fencing, even Doran had begun to treat him with special consideration.
The other guards had already learned to activate the technique, but were still struggling with the first forms of imperial fencing.
When Ethan entered the barracks, everyone stopped training immediately.
Doran, who had been sitting at a table writing on a piece of paper, set his pen aside and stood, bowing respectfully.
"Greetings, my lord. To what do I owe your visit?" Doran asked.
The other guards bowed alongside him.
Waving for them to rise, Ethan got straight to the point. "The goblins are coming to attack us." He walked toward the armory as he spoke. "We have to begin preparations."
The place was nearly empty, the rapid expansion of the guard having consumed all available weapons.
Ethan retrieved from the system’s inventory all the accumulated weapons and armor, including the small arsenal he had recently received.
He even opened the remaining common and free tickets, filling the warehouse further with the weapons he summoned.
The other items were so generic they weren’t even worth mentioning.
"Are they here yet?" Doran asked, his face set, paying no mind to the arsenal that was rapidly restocking itself before his eyes.
"No. They must have set out by now and will arrive in a few hours." Ethan replied, giving Doran a firm pat on the shoulder.
"Prepare the guard and the people of Goldenveil. Every able-bodied man must be armed and ready to fight. The women and children must be sheltered in the barracks."
"Yes, my lord." Doran’s voice was firm as he turned to the guards and began shouting orders.
Soon, the guard spread out, taking up watch positions along the palisades surrounding Goldenveil and gathering the population.
Everyone there was already accustomed to goblin attacks, and there was no hesitation.
They would protect themselves.
Ethan hurried through the muddy streets back to the mansion.
As soon as he opened the door, he froze.
Elena’s sweet, sensual voice echoed through the room, and Alice, who had apparently already left her meditation session with Evelyn, was there with her.
"Oh... honey, you’re so beautiful. Our Lord is lucky to have a wife like you. Fufufu~"
Elena’s rosy lips curved into a warm smile as she pulled Alice into an embrace the way a mother would hold her own daughter.
Her large, dark breasts pressing firmly against Alice’s chest, the two soft masses squashing together, the pressure forming a creamy, overflowing valley between them.
Alice was flushed as red as a beet, her pale, milky skin contrasting vividly with Elena’s rich chocolate complexion, the black beauty’s breasts clearly much bigger and heavier than her own.
"Ah... I see you’ve already met."
Ethan shook his head with a smile, then brought his palm down in a firm slap across Evelyn’s backside as she stood nearby, the impact sending a sharp ripple through the pliant flesh.