My transformation into a beautiful girl started with a hemorrhage.

"Ah—, it hurts! Let me go, let me go..." Eileen struggled wildly.

"Let go of my daughter!" Abel rushed over immediately.

Boom!

"roll!"

Captain Roy kicked Chairman Abel three meters away.

"Let me go, let me go!" Eileen continued to struggle.

Snapped!

"You bitch!" Roy, now focused on Eileen, slapped her across the face.

"Kill this shameless bitch! Because of you, I've become the laughingstock of every man on the entire continent, and you still dare to say my child is a bastard! You vile woman, you lowly whore!"

Pa~!

Snap! Snap!

Roy slapped her a few more times, enjoying the slaps, but Eileen's face swelled up to twice its normal size. Her bulging cheeks looked like balloons stretched to their limit and about to burst, and it looked painful.

"Ugh~ Ugh..." Eileen's speech was completely off-key, but she only glanced at Roy before continuing to look at the sky, without lingering on Roy at all.

This instantly shattered the last vestige of compassion in Roy's heart.

"Fine, fine, you look down on me, don't you? You're thinking about other men, aren't you? I'll beat you to death!"

*Puff puff puff...!*

Roy threw Eileen to the ground, then kicked her repeatedly with all his might, his metal-clad boots whistling as he slammed into her body.

"Aww—, aww—..." Eileen screamed in agony, a large amount of blood flowing from her lower body.

"Stop! Let go of my daughter!" President Abel suddenly got up from the ground and rushed over when he saw that Eileen was about to stop breathing.

Unexpectedly, a murderous glint flashed in Roy's eyes. He gripped the knight's sword at his waist, and with a clang, the sword was drawn, transforming into a flash of cold light.

puff!

Chairman Abel's body was cut in two, and blood sprayed everywhere like a fountain, with internal organs, blood, and other acidic substances scattered all over the ground.

"Waaah—!" Eileen cried out as she looked at the dead Chairman Abel.

One of her eyes was kicked out, a row of her teeth were knocked out, five of her ribs were broken, and there were multiple areas of blackened skin and torn soft tissue. Her lower body was also a complete mess...

Roy looked at Eileen's unrecognizable state, a look of vengeful satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

He was a knight; killing a mere merchant was nothing to him.

Moreover, now that His Majesty the King and Queen are both dead, the Kingdom of Altona is in a power vacuum and in utter chaos, so it will be even less likely to care about the death of a small merchant.

Roy took one last look at the woman crawling on the ground. He had once had a slight liking for this woman; after all, Eileen was quite a pretty girl.

But now, her beauty is gone, replaced only by disgust. In that case, he raised his knight's sword and aimed it at Eileen's neck.

laugh--!

The knight's sword pierced Eileen's neck with unerring accuracy. Then, with a "sizzle!" Roy twisted the blade to prevent feigning death. This was the instinctive behavior of a qualified warrior: when finishing off an enemy, he would twist the blade to ensure that there was absolutely no chance of survival.

"Humph!"

After killing Eileen, Roy spat and left.

A kilometer away here is a small grove of trees, no bigger than two basketball courts, mainly used for decorative landscaping. The lush trees are neatly arranged like squares on a chessboard.

Now is the height of the forest, its branches and leaves are lush and verdant, forming a dark shady canopy.

In one of the shadowy corners, the missing Christine was found.

Her hands, feet, and mouth were tightly bound by something black and shadowy—a simple Shadow Binding Technique. Her cloak was gone, leaving her almost completely naked.

She glared at Hume with a mixture of shame and indignation, her face flushed, her whole body trembling, her eyes blazing with fury as if she wanted to burn Hume alive.

However, Hume ignored her and instead focused intently on burying himself in her lower body, carefully inscribing magical incantations.

After a long while, Hume finally stood up. He no longer concealed his identity, because there was no need to.

"Demon King, is this enough?" Hume asked. "Will this really strip the hero of his power?"

"No problem. Although heroes are protected by defensive magic even when they are unconscious, unless you also have a conceptual weapon woven from 'law' like that mysterious boy, you will be detected even if you get close."

But even heroes are human, and humans have weaknesses, especially since this hero is a naive newbie.

"The spell is now deeply imprinted within this woman's body. As long as she has relations with the hero, the spell will activate, striking at his weakest point when he is most relaxed, and stripping him of his hero power in one fell swoop!" the Demon King explained confidently.

“Okay.” Hume nodded, then looked at Christine. “You heard what I just said, so you know what to do, right?”

"Ugh~" Christine was bound by the Shadow Binding Technique and watched Hume talking to himself, thinking that he had something wrong with his mind.

However, she still understood what Hume meant: he wanted her to murder the hero.

Christine firmly refused, displaying an attitude of unwavering resolve.

However, Hume just smiled faintly.

He took a crystal ball out of his pocket, chanted a spell to activate the magic, and a silent, dynamic image appeared in the crystal ball—a kind of image-capturing magic.

The scene shows Christine, her mind clouded with lust, and the intense battle makes her blush and turn her head away, unable to watch.

"Your Highness, if you do not agree, tomorrow the entire continent will witness Your Highness's unparalleled beauty."

Hume's words made Christine's resistance falter, and she began to waver.

Hume continued to push harder:

"You have no choice. Do you think you can stay by the side of the hero with your broken body?"

Think about the fate of those five beauties. None of them were worse than you. Even so, the hero didn't take them with him when he fled. But you are now just a withered flower defiled by his enemy. He hates you as much as he hates that man. It's good enough that he didn't kill you. You still want to become his woman?

Wake up, my noble princess! King Altona is dead, your mother Queen Sophie is dead, and the Duke Moses' family is eyeing the throne. How could they possibly leave behind you, the heir of the late king?

Having lost your backer and the value of the marriage alliance, your final outcome will be "dying of a serious disease in your palace."

However, if you behave yourself, you'll still be my woman after I gain the power of a hero and become one!

These words shattered Christine's last resistance. She stopped crying, stopped struggling, and stared blankly at the man she had never looked down upon before.

Hume released the Shadow Binding Spell, embraced her, and kissed her deeply until they were both almost out of breath before letting go.

Hume gazed intently at the shy Christine, his eyes filled with deep affection.

"Your Highness, I fell in love with you from the first time we met. Although what I did before may seem rude to you, it was only because I loved you so much!"

I cannot accept you smiling happily in another man's arms. You are mine, and you can only be mine!

What's so great about a hero? He's just lucky. I can be a hero now!

The brave may see you as nothing, but you are the only one in my heart. When I become the brave one, I will declare to the world that you are my woman, and everything I have is yours!

Finally, Hume placed his hands on Christine's shoulders, looking her in the eye at close range, less than a finger's width apart, almost kissing her: "Christine, are you willing to try for our bright future?"

At this moment, Christine had completely lost her previous anger and defensiveness. Her eyes shone with an unusual light as she looked at Hume. She had fallen deeply into the poison called "love".

"Hmm~"

Christine gave a soft reply, then lowered her head shyly. The blush on her face became even more vibrant, spreading to the back of her neck, as if the scent of tender, sweet flesh was emanating from her.

"Ah~" she suddenly cried out softly, curling up to protect her private parts from Humm's view.

Because she no longer sees Hume as a villain who raped her, but as a man she loves, she is concerned about her private parts.

"Don't be afraid, here, put this on." Hume draped his cloak over her shoulders. "The scouting magic has detected that the hero is returning. Once the hero returns, then—"

"Lord Hume, please stop. Christine knows what to do," Christine interrupted, then looked up with sad eyes and asked, "Will Lord Hume despise Christine because of this?"

“How could that be? I’m not the kind of person who would betray someone after using them. I will always remember what you’ve done for me. Besides, I’ve already taken your purity. You belong to me completely now. Even if you are…” Hume assured her affectionately.

"No, no more~, I believe you, wait for me to come back!" Christine said shyly, "But, I still need a complete set of clothes..."

The thought of Hume saying, "I have taken your purity away," filled her with a sweet feeling.

……

……

outside.

The banquet had already been interrupted, and in the current situation, no one was in the mood to attend any banquet. After all, the host, the hero, had run away, and King Altona had been killed, leaving the entire kingdom in a power vacuum.

However, at that moment, the hero returned.

As a seasoned veteran, Mislch naturally knew the principle of "the darkest place is under the lamp." He led the hero on a long detour outside and then quietly returned, only to find that Kouta had already left.

Shimogaki Seiichi's return immediately stabilized the situation in the capital. After all, the hero was only temporarily defeated by the "Demon Weapon Master," and now was not the time when the hero was at his strongest. The hero was still the synonym for the strong.

Upon returning, Shimogaki Seiichi looked at the cold corpses of Sylvia, Quintina, Aisha, and Catherine on the ground, and immediately knelt down, head bowed, fists clenched, his whole body trembling slightly, lost in thought.

Just then, a petite figure pushed through the crowd as it left, ran over, and threw herself into the hero's arms.

"Hero, you're finally back! Christine was so scared!" The warm, fragrant body enveloped him, and Shimogaki Makoto instinctively hugged her back.

"It's you, Christine, how come you~" Shimogaki Seiichi wanted to ask why you weren't dead, but when he saw Christine wearing a brand new dress, he understood a little.

Sure enough, Christine replied, "I went back to change my clothes, and then I was so scared that I hid in the palace the whole time, not daring to make a sound, and that's how I escaped this ordeal."

Christine's beautiful face was covered with tears of regret: "Ugh~, yes, I'm sorry. If I had been braver and stood up, maybe my sisters wouldn't have died. Ugh~, it's all my fault."

“It’s none of your business. Even if you step forward, it won’t change anything. You’ll just be throwing your life away.” Shimogaki Seiichi had already recovered from his grief and began to comfort Christine. “Don’t cry. It’s all my fault. I promise you, I will never forgive that person. I will kill him with my own hands!”

“Hero, I believe in you.” Christine also rushed into Shimogaki Seiichi’s arms. “Hero, it’s very late tonight. Let me take you to your palace to rest. We can talk about it tomorrow.”

As Christine spoke, she deliberately brushed against Kaki Seiichi's third leg, her eyes full of suggestion. She was already wearing a low-cut, off-the-shoulder dress, which made her even more alluring and charming.

After a fierce battle, Shimogaki Seiichi needed to do something to relieve the pressure in his heart, and so, one man was in love with the other, and the other was interested in him.

The two went straight to Christine's bedroom and began their improper sleeping arrangement...

Chapter 521 Unsealing

The next day.

The sky was a clear, azure blue, cloudless and as clear as jade. Dozens of kilometers away from the Kingdom of Altona, in the countryside, a covered carriage slowly moved along the gray-yellow road.

The carriage had a wooden chassis covered with a wooden canopy, a common style of carriage used by merchants on this continent.