Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"……free?"

Altluchi's eyes widened in surprise.

To the girl, this was already a rather unfamiliar word.

After all, Roland is either causing trouble or on his way to causing trouble.

Even though she was mentally prepared, her three views were constantly being shattered and reconstructed.

After the hopes of the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception were dashed, although she was still complaining, Miss Kurohime's body had already begun to honestly adapt to the role.

"You're tempting me with such an irresistible reason? What do you want me to do? ... And if your request contains some new and evil tricks, you'd better not go too far."

Miss Heiji's nose twitched slightly as she warned in a low voice.

This completely different reaction from what he expected made Roland slightly stunned.

No...is my image that bad?
"Of course."

As if she had sensed his thoughts, Arteluchi's tone became even more annoyed. "Touching a girl's legs under the contract and then brazenly saying that you want to set her free, this is weird no matter how you think about it... Ugh!"

At the end of her speech, her voice trembled.

The snow-white skin on the side of her face was also filled with a slightly tipsy look, and her wandering eyes were also filled with a sparkling light.

Although it wasn't the first time she was used as a pillow, she was always either lying on the bed or sitting on Roland's lap.

Like this, both parties were standing, but she lost her balance and could only be held in the air like a little girl. This was the first time for her to be held in the air.

Because even if she hit him with her fists, it was just a weak resistance. Her legs were grabbed again. In order to avoid being dragged upside down, the girl could only take the initiative to wrap her arms around the man's strong body and press against his chest.

Even through thin clothes, you can clearly feel the temperature of the other person's body.

There is also a warm and comfortable touch coming through the stockings.

For Miss Heiji, who has just entered the practical field of service, has not completely abandoned her moral principles, and is even unexpectedly innocent in many aspects, it is far from being possible for her to turn a blind eye to this.

Especially in such an intimate posture, even though you can't see what's going on underneath.

But the changes in Roland's pants were still conveyed to Artluqi's brain through the burning touch on her thighs.

"No, this is normal. It would be more credible if I said that I was eating from the bowl."

Roland answered seriously. "If you were a girl who could only look but not touch, you would be more worried about this being a bad promise."

"Really? Judging from your style in this regard, even if you eat from your bowl while looking at the pot, you will still pay attention to other people's pots, right?"

As their relationship became more familiar, and with the various plays that took place when the price was paid, Miss Heiji's attitude returned to being as impolite as before, without the wariness and cold feeling that kept people at a distance when they first met.

But despite this, under the subtle influence, her own image in front of Roland gradually went off track.

If the two subordinates who have followed her for many years, the Black and White Knights, were present at this moment, they would probably be so surprised that their jaws would drop when they saw this scene.

The cold, arrogant, and inviolable Black Blood Moon Princess, could actually show so many complex emotions like an ordinary girl... In the past, this would have been absolutely impossible.

"Well, anyway, I mean what I say this time."

Roland coughed dryly and wisely changed the topic, which was becoming more and more confusing.

"From today, probably until Lita is officially recovered, I don't intend to restrict your freedom anymore."

"Although I am not so kind as to give up my beloved dependents and take the initiative to terminate the contract, but after all, I am the superior, and it is easy to make fine adjustments to the price limit."

"Just use your strength to your heart's content. The repayment date for the price can be extended until you find a way to challenge the contract."

"certainly--"

Roland said with a smile.

"If you plan to come to me and pay it back in one go, I'd be happy to do that."

Altluchi was silent for a while, looking at him wordlessly.

"…Are you kidding me?"

"No, I mean every word I say. You heard what Loreleija said. The White Winged Prince will probably make some big move that will sweep the world. It will be troublesome if we continue to travel around like this..."

"You think I'm troublesome?"

In an instant, Artluqi's voice turned cold and she stared at Roland in front of her.

There was a fierce light flashing in those ruby-like eyes.

——It was like a dragon whose reverse scale had been touched.

Is this the key point of this sentence?

Roland was a little confused.

He talked a lot about the contract and future prospects, but the girl only accurately grasped the word "trouble".

"The trouble here is not about your feelings towards me, right?" Roland said.

"Under the contract, you must stay by my side, along with Fu Fu. You can only sit back and watch as your forces become leaderless. Even if you know your enemy is plotting, you won't be able to react in time, and you won't see any opportunity to terminate the contract."

"Besides, the people I interact with are not ordinary people. In order to hide my identity, I have to use force, so I am taken advantage of unilaterally."

"These are exactly what you said when you complained."

Altluchi choked suddenly.

Why is this scum suddenly so self-aware at a time like this?
The girl came back to her senses, took a few deep breaths, and let out a long sigh.

"What about Loreleija? When she proposed the hunting contest, you didn't give any warning that this might cause trouble."

Heiji said coldly.

"The same goes for Lita and Smeeley. If they stay with you, it might be troublesome for Fufu and me, but for them, it would be a disaster, right?"

"Lorelaia is the head of the Barthelmero family, an old enemy of Lord White Wing, and the current Marshal of the Mage Sect. Based on the current intelligence, even if the entire human camp is manipulated by her, it would not be surprising if they are unified. Why should I worry about that?"

Roland shrugged.

"As for those two... I have reliable first-hand information that they are related to the Moon King's resurrection plan."

"Mother?!"

Having suddenly dug up a piece of important information, Artluqi's expression instantly became filled with doubt and uncertainty.

Time is the best panacea.

After the end of the Age of Gods filled with unhappy memories and Zhu Yue's death, in the modern society that is becoming more stable, even a strong person like her, who was born with the inescapable name of Brunstad, has gradually walked out of the past.

But today the girl suddenly realized that it was not her who had walked out, but she was left behind.

Be it humans or Dead Apostles, it seems that everyone except her has never stopped their ambitions for this world.

The magician of the Clock Tower, the Prince of White Wings, and even her mother, who was once only one step away from this goal and whom she treated with infinite awe and longing but had been thrown into the abyss, were all quietly spreading their tentacles in places she did not know.

"That's right, they were destined to be involved long ago. They are Zhu Yue's pawns. As for you..."

Roland gave Heiji a meaningful look.

What is your identity and what is her identity?
He didn't say this aloud, but the expression on Altluchi's face turned completely cold.

"I can do this kind of thing too."

"Are you sure? Putting aside the human coalition and the White Winged Lord, if you really want to get involved, you will definitely have to fight against the Moon King, okay?"

"So what? I am the ruler of blood and contract. Maybe I am not as pure as mother, but my potential and the heights I have reached in this regard are beyond the reach of even her... probably."

She snorted coldly as if to vent her anger. However, she seemed to realize that her words were a bit far-fetched, and Altluchi hesitated at the end.

But despite this, the girl didn't seem to be willing to give up this hasty and empty talk.

"Let's put this aside for now. According to what you said,"

Miss Heiji stretched out her hands, hugged Roland's neck, and looked at him seriously.

"——If I become Tsukihime, can I talk about anything?"

Although it was a question, the girl's tone was quite firm.

"That's true. If I can see such an interesting development, the contract is just a small matter...but..."

Why did the topic come to me again?
Compared to before, the girl's gaze gave Roland a sense of déjà vu.

This isn't the Holy Grail War, he could still make a cameo appearance and win prizes or something.

In other words, is this the effect of the vassal contract?

Since his true nature was exposed from the moment the contract was signed, Roland did not pretend to be a gentleman to improve his favorability when facing Heiji, who was both good to look at and to eat. Instead, he acted unscrupulously.

Therefore, he did not think that the inherent intimacy effect of family relationships would take effect.

This is not brainwashing or hypnosis, otherwise there wouldn't be so many rebellions against the superiors.

Was it because of his blood, or was it because he was forced to experience many unprecedented pleasures at a price?

Forget it...it's better not to delve into this.

I always feel that this would be a key option in a galgame involving training.

Roland thought about it and smiled slightly, but didn't say much.

After saving Smeelei, he moved his hand up and carried her out of the forest.

But this kind of acquiescence is probably an answer to Altluchi.

She did not continue speaking, but fell into silence.

Gaining freedom was the news she had been dreaming about for some time.

But why...I don’t seem to be as happy as I imagined?

It was obvious that she had endured the humiliation of playing the role of a maid and serving the other party just for the sake of a slight hope.

Could it be that the dream goal that was easily achieved ended up causing inner emptiness?

No, no, no… Even though she was very proud inside, she had no chance of playing such a pretentious role.

As far as my experiences in recent times are concerned, it has nothing to do with being easy!

Artluqi lowered her head, looked at her hands and her slightly swaying beautiful feet, and touched her rosy lips with her fingers.

In the past, she would never have imagined that there were so many techniques to learn in these common parts.

The usage is even more bizarre.

To be honest, her efforts and rewards are totally disproportionate.

If you add up all the times these days, it's probably enough for her to take a bath...

So, what is the reason?

Artluqi frowned and thought for a long time.

To her surprise, although it seemed like a very profound philosophical question, once she started thinking about it for a while, the answer emerged from deep within her heart.

——I can’t drink Roland’s blood anymore.

That's right.

This alone is enough to outweigh the joy of freedom when the shackles are removed.

It can even go a step further and turn into a feeling of loss.

Of course, this emotion is not due to the good feelings caused by those pleasant experiences...at least not entirely because of this.

She admitted that her attitude towards Roland softened a lot because of this, and she was very dissatisfied with the fact that the other party treated her differently, but this was not enough to constitute the source of such feelings.

Unlike the sister in white, pure spiritual joy could not completely suppress her rationality.

Sucking blood while entangled with Roland, the feeling of primitive impulse and instinctive desire working together was the ultimate weapon to break the wall of her heart.

Even though he had been bothered by the fact that he could only be a backup container for thousands of years, he would hesitate when he tried to be tough because he knew the gap between himself and Zhu Yue.

Even so, her desire to become Tsuki-hime and replace the Moon King never wavered.

No matter which of these two points is missing, she would not feel the slightest bit of reluctance in her heart at this moment.

The only thing left was probably the obsession of wanting Roland to submit to him.

Wait, this idea doesn’t seem right…?
"Snapped--"

Suddenly, Roland patted Heiji's little butt.

The tingling sensation from her buttocks woke the girl from her thoughts. Her beautiful eyes widened and she glanced at Roland angrily.

However, after all, they had been together for a while, and she had long been accustomed to Roland's horribly low bottom line.

Therefore, he didn't pay any attention to the teasing behavior, but frowned and looked around.

"Although we have left Fuhailin, we haven't reached Rita's position yet, right? What happened?"

"Nothing happened, but I suddenly thought, since we are about to part, wouldn't it be a pity not to seize this last moment?"

Roland looked at Altuluci and spoke softly.

"It's like leaving unfinished homework unfinished on the last day before school starts, and playing games despite feeling guilty. The sense of taboo and excitement it brings is far greater than usual."

"Even if you say it in such high-sounding words, it doesn't change the fact that this matter is horrible! And... no matter how you look at it, you feel more sorry for other things than for your last moments!"

Heiji felt powerless to complain.

Although this was not the first time this had happened, she still couldn't calm down.

But despite saying this, Arteluci had no intention of struggling - even though Roland had loosened his arms and she could escape from his arms at any time.

Anyway...it's the last time, right?
"Let me make this clear first. If you break your promise again under the pretext of the contract, don't expect things to go smoothly again."

The girl bit her lip and spoke viciously, but her pretty face was still covered with a layer of bright red.

"Don't worry, I'm not a person who keeps promises, but this is not a promise. It's just a one-sided invitation."

Roland lowered his head and chuckled in the girl's ear.

"Well, you're welcome, then."

Without waiting for Altluqi's response, Roland quickly pulled away her hands that were pressing on the hem of her skirt and went deeper.

“Eh?! Ugh… Ugh—!”

As a result, the girl's screams of shame and anger quickly turned into indistinct moans.

And in the distance, the little white animal that was lying peacefully on Rita's chest, unable to move like a doll, suddenly raised its head, as if it had noticed something, and opened its eyes wide with curiosity.

"Fu?" (End of this chapter)