Become their wicked yet gentle lord.

"Finally... Ah~"

With no resistance between her already soaked legs, Ryuka quickly entered Hetia's almost spasming interior using the slippery bodily fluids in front of her, and then began to quickly and gently rub the tormented little bean with her fingers.

In less than two seconds, Hetia reached the climax she had been holding back all afternoon, her beautiful face and every muscle in her body trembling. Inside her combat boots, her curled toes almost dug through the thick stockings and into the soles.

"Don't...stop...keep going, push harder..."

Hetia's body arched backward, her hands reaching behind her to grab and tear at Ryūka's hands. (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

It's always been Ryūka's compassion that things stop at the peak, but since Hetia has said so, Ryūka smiled.

"You said it, don't blame me if it breaks~"

Then, Hetia felt her body being violently and rapidly struck, the sounds of water and flesh colliding quickly echoing throughout the room. Her neck arched high, her mouth gaped open but no sound came out, and apart from her violently contracted pupils, she was almost like a statue.

Without any complicated positional changes or techniques, just one relentless, relentless blow after another, repeatedly sent Hetia to the peak of madness.

Once, twice, three times... Before the previous wave had even receded, it was immediately swept up by an even more ferocious crest. Hetia was like a small boat being toyed with by the waves in a storm, teetering on the edge of destruction...

That's it... I've never felt anything like it before... I'm so incredibly happy, it's amazing...

But this is what I deserve, what I earned through hard work, and there must be no embellishment… Her whole body was convulsing, unable to move a single finger, yet Hetia's mind was contentedly enjoying a frenzied ecstasy, and she thought to herself…

Chapter 11 The Legend of the White God

After the frenzy subsided, only the sound of wind whistling through the broken wooden walls and the rustling of pages turning in Ryuka's book amidst the campfire remained in the cabin.

Hetia, wrapped in a sleeping bag, stood with her back to Ryūsha. As a female knight, she was in excellent physical condition, unlike Kania, who would faint and become too weak after repeated encounters.

But Ryusha didn't torment her too much. After satisfying himself once, he got dressed, warmed his hands and feet by the campfire, and looked at the various books that Kira had bought for him.

"Aren't you upset?"

In the silence, Hetia, with her back to Ryūka, asked a question that had been bothering her for a long time.

Hetia knew that Ryusha was physically fit, but he didn't seem to have any intention of fully unleashing his desires; at least, Hetia had never seen him do so.

"It's alright. You've only been experiencing it for a short time. If you had a few more years, it wouldn't be like this now."

"How old were you when you started! Never mind..." Faced with Ryūka's answer, Hetia first frowned at him, then turned back and changed to a more comfortable position in her sleeping bag.

After each bout of madness, Ryuka's emotions would stabilize, even if he hadn't fully vented. At this time, his attitude towards Hetia would also be much better; he would no longer feel those humiliations, nor would he mind Hetia's disrespect towards him.

At times like these, Hetia always found the boy strange. From enemy to so-called 'master', although she had some respect for him in her heart, they were always in a state of being sworn enemies.

This peaceful time, which should have been the best time to understand him, left Hetia at a loss for words.

What's behind that door? Why were you acting so strangely before?

Hetia was asking about what Ryukyu had done while she was making the bed and setting up the tent. Although she had found it strange at the time, her burning desire prevented her from thinking about those things.

"It's nothing, just a simple altar, dedicated to an unknown 'deity' and a local legend."

Ryusha's words piqued Hetia's interest. She sat up from her sleeping bag, her long, loose hair draped over her rounded shoulders and high, white breasts, which, illuminated by the firelight, resembled a classical oil painting.

"'Gods'? Is that a heretical story? And related to your abilities?"

"How could that be? They call them gods, but they're just guardian spirits or something like that on the snow mountain..."

Ryuga closed the book, glanced in the direction of the door, and slowly began to tell Hetia a story.

This is a legend passed down among the hunters of Linhu Town, and it is also the origin of the hut in front of us.

Long ago, drought and plague swept through Linhu Town and the surrounding villages. The wealthy people in the town lived in the town center, hiring militia and thugs to block it off, leaving the poor people to beg for mercy outside the barricades and spears.

Once the year of disaster is over, large areas of 'uninhabited' land will appear on the outskirts of the town.

Even the animals in the forest disappeared due to the plague and the townspeople's excessive hunting.

Meanwhile, some desperate hunters came to the legendary sacred mountain, praying to find prey in the snow and wind of the 'World's Fence' that could help their families survive the winter.

Snow wolves, giant bears, snow goblins... and the disorienting snow gradually devoured the souls of these hunters.

At that moment, the 'White God' appeared.

"The legends that have been passed down do not say what the 'White God' is, but only that He guides the hunters to hunt enough prey to keep them alive. Despite disobeying the church's orders, the people of Linhu Town still built a small altar here to worship the White God."

"And the room we are staying in now used to be a rest stop for hunters going up the mountain."

Liu Xia spoke quietly, his calm tone bringing Hetia a long-lost sense of peace. Both the surging, turbulent fighting spirit within her and the psychological pressure caused by her experiences in Linhu Town were smoothed away and washed away.

But her arrogant and unyielding personality made her snort dismissively.

"It's a fairly common rural legend, nothing special. Is it worth praying for?"

Ryuga glanced at her, not caring about Hetia's attitude, and simply lowered her eyes and spoke slowly.

"Yes, and the story that follows is quite common, so I won't tell you if you're not interested."

“Stingy…” Hetia frowned and lightly kicked Ryusha with her bare foot.

She knew that Ryūka would allow her to do this 'transgression' at this moment, and Hetia didn't understand why she felt a different kind of excitement at this time than when she was wildly venting her desires.

"Alright, just tell us already."

There isn't much entertainment in this world after dark. As a knight, Hetia has abundant physical and mental strength, and long nights of rest would only make her bored.

"And so some time passed, and even the surrounding villages learned of the legend of the White God. In years of famine, people would climb the snow-capped mountains to seek a way to survive, while in ordinary years, people would not disturb the peace of the 'White God'..."

During that period, few people starved to death, and Linhu Town and the surrounding villages experienced a period of prosperity. However, this prosperity was a thorn in the side of some people…

During that period, few people starved to death, and Linhu Town and the surrounding villages experienced a period of prosperity. However, this prosperity was a thorn in the side of some people…

The land cultivated by the peasants is becoming increasingly fertile, but the officials haven't taken over any land in a long time, not even the church. Mei ne mei zai ne xiang kong ni lin zai zai mei ne...

Finally, one year, under the leadership of the town mayor, officials, and priests, a small-scale 'suppression of heretics' began. Even the idle young knights and adventurers from the surrounding territories, with a playful attitude, embarked on an exploration of the melting snow mountain in the summer.

Money and fame can both fuel human desires. A hunter who had seen the 'White God' became a guide for the 'Hunters of Heretics' in exchange for a bag of gold coins.

But a young hunter stood up to protect the White God.

"Wait, Hunter, heretical god, this story isn't related to your heretical abilities, is it? After all, you're not a heretical race." Hetia suddenly went crazy, looking at Ryukyu with a questioning gaze.

"Of course not. Can you please stop associating me with every heretical story? My heretical abilities have nothing to do with that. Besides, where on me do you see anything related to ice and snow? I'm perfectly warm."

In response to Hetia's delusional words, Ryuka naturally rolled her eyes.

"Are you going to listen or not?"

"listen……"

After all, Hetia didn't have a choice, did she? The only sounds here, besides Ryūka, are the campfire and the cold wind.

She was fully seated, her naked body wrapped in a blanket, her proud breasts tucked between her arms, her rounded heels wiggling against each other as she dragged her sleeping bag to the campfire to ward off the chill, her eyes glancing at the dried meat and rations in her pack.

Ryuga glanced at her, and Hetia frowned, puffed out her cheeks, and retorted, "Why are you looking at me?" She didn't want to admit that she had been craving food again after dinner.

The boy sighed, took out a few pieces of dried rations and jerky, skewered them on a branch, placed them by the campfire, and roasted them with Hetia...

Chapter 12 The Snow and Wind Are Heartless, But People Are Deliberate

Some say the hunter was bewitched by heretical gods, while others say he was a baby who survived that great famine and was now repaying a debt of gratitude…

While munching on dried meat and rations sprinkled with salt and spices, Ryusha began to tell Hetia the story again, just like two old friends chatting over barbecue skewers.

In short, this hunter repeatedly broke through the 'extermination team's' blockade, providing information to the White God, causing the extermination team to return empty-handed each time.

Gradually, impatience and doubt arose within the expedition team. Just when they thought the 'Legend of the White God' was merely a story fabricated by country bumpkins, the young hunter was discovered.

Noose, branding iron, knife, hook, pliers, saw... every imaginable instrument of torture was inflicted on this young man, resulting in endless wails and tears, but there was still no trace of the 'White God'.

The tired slayers finally tore him to pieces. His head and limbs were hung around the town, his internal organs were fed to the hunting dogs, and his genitals were cut off and thrown on the altar with a note saying that they were a noble offering to the 'White God'.

At this point, Hetia frowned, spat out the jerky in her mouth, wiped her mouth in disgust, and looked at Ryusha with displeasure.

But Rukia remained calm and unperturbed, picking up the dried meat that Hetia had spat out with a twig and throwing it into the fire.

"Afterwards, a blizzard engulfed Linhu Town in the late summer of that year and spread to Sochi City and other cities... Jackals carried corpses on the roads, snow goblins roamed the villages, and the long, dark snowy nights claimed countless lives. Just as the 'White God' had bestowed decades of prosperity upon this land, He had now taken it all back..."

"When all this happened, the expeditionary force was still in the mountains. In the end, only a mad mage escaped. From then on, no one dared to come to this snow mountain again."

Hearing this, Hetia shuddered and wrapped the blanket tighter around herself, still somewhat doubtful.

"Really? Is there really such a thing as a White God? Is that why you're so respectful?"

"I don't know, it's just a legend. I'm being respectful simply because I really like the story and have some respect for the plot and characters."

Liu Xia smiled, her eyes narrowed.

"I quite like the story of a compassionate god and a brave hunter who helped Him, who then became angry and avenged the hunter after learning of his death."

Hetia was slightly dissatisfied with what Ryukyu said.

"But the White God's anger has also killed many innocent people, hasn't it? The towns at the foot of the mountain buried by the heavy snow, and the like. Haven't you always valued other people's lives?"

That's why Hetia felt that Ryukyu had always been hostile towards her, because in the past she didn't care about commoners and slaves, even her companions.

"Who said that? I'm not that noble. I just do things according to my mood. If I see something I don't like, I'll change it if I have the ability, and if I don't, there's nothing I can do. This story happened a long time ago. If I'm angry, even reading a history book can make me furious."

Ryuka shrugged.

"Moreover, are the other townspeople really innocent? They have managed to get through even famine years for decades, which is not because the lords have taken pity on them, but because of the protection of the White God, isn't it? But when the White God and the hunters are in danger, no one stands up to do anything."

I once heard someone say that standing idly by to wrongdoing is tantamount to being an accomplice. Well, while I don't completely agree, I think there's some truth to it.

Hetia looked at the side door covered by a white cloth, still feeling somewhat unhappy. It wasn't about the legendary White God, but about Ryukatsu, who always thought he was right no matter what.

This guy... his mouth is even harder than his genitals...

But Hetia just wanted to argue with him, even though she knew she couldn't win and might even face strange 'punishment'...

"I don't want to be bullied! I'm just annoyed with him!" Hethia retorted again.

"Those ordinary people wouldn't be able to resist the extermination team, would they? Knights, mages, and adventurers—any few of them could wipe out this town. It's only natural for them to try and survive in this situation, right? Why is the White God still taking his anger out on them? Can't he show a little more mercy?"

Upon hearing Hetia's words, Ryuka's expression changed. She looked at Hetia with surprise, her obsidian-like eyes sparkling.

If we disregard his 'misdeeds,' at this moment, Ryusha truly appears to Hetia as an innocent and harmless beautiful young man.

"See? You were stumped by your own words, weren't you?" Hetia huffed, turning her face slightly away to avoid looking at Ryukyu's alluringly innocent expression.

"Hetia, you..."

Yes, hurry up and praise me, although I wouldn't have said such a thing in the past. However, in her interactions with Ryukatsu and his actions, Hetia's beliefs have subtly changed.

She even closed her eyes, adopting an arrogant posture, waiting for Liuxia's approval.

She even closed her eyes, adopting an arrogant posture, waiting for Liuxia's approval.

"You have such high moral standards for others... when you have incredibly low standards for yourself..."

"Huh??? You! You..."

This was not the kind of thing she wanted to hear! Hetia gritted her teeth, looking at Ryusha with shame and indignation, but she was too afraid of his tyrannical power to show her anger.

Ryūka, on the other hand, calmly offered her thoughts:

"They may not have the ability to do anything, but by being incapable and inactive, they are destined to have their fate controlled by those who are capable. This is only natural."

"Of course, if they curse the White God for being cruel and heartless on their deathbed, I won't comment. What they think or what I think won't change what is destined to happen."

"Moreover, the White God is different from a lord who has the power of life and death. I think there is a contractual responsibility between a lord and his people. But I don't think it's necessary to make too many demands on a guardian deity in the snow mountain that I don't know what it is."

"If you're unhappy and have the power, you can always launch a 'heretic crusade' and kill Him."

At this point, Ryuga looked at Hetia defiantly and raised her chin:

"How about it? Genius knight Hetia Tartu, if one day our positions are reversed, I'll accept being killed by you~"

I won't kill you so easily. I'll definitely [do something else] first, then [do something else]... Ugh, just imagining the slave mark is making my mind wander again...

Hetia snorted, dragged her sleeping bag back into the tent, and stuffed her voluptuous body inside, leaving Ryusha with a bright red back of her head and a nonchalant remark.

"Just you wait! Sooner or later His Highness will realize something's wrong here! Then you'll be in big trouble!"

"I'm so scared~ But is it really okay to say something like that? Aren't you afraid of being punished?"

Seeing Hetia throwing such a tantrum, Ryuka felt like a pet dog was venting its anger on him. He deliberately came to her ear and whispered, then lightly tapped his teeth together, making a 'thud' sound, which made Hetia shudder.

"Whatever, do as you please..."

In the warm sleeping bag, Hetia squeezed her legs together, her body, which had already recovered, was aroused again by these words.

"What a disappointment! You deserve to be bullied by Ryūka!" Hetia cursed at a part of her body that had quietly become damp.

But instead of doing what Hetia had expected, Ruxia added firewood to the fire, placed the longsword beside her pillow, and took one last look at the outside of the cabin before lying down.

"Go to sleep, you have things to do tomorrow..."