Yo! Back with a new chapter. Already working on the third one, but that will take more time, considering the week break I was on is nearly over. Be warned that there is some NSFW content at the start of this chap. I will mark where it begins and ends if you want to skip it.

Hope you enjoy!

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He loves her.

Maybe not in the way a man was meant to love a woman. But he loves her no less. Grayfia Lucifuge… no. It was Morningstar now wasn't it? Grayfia Morningstar was no ordinary NPC for him, even during his time in Yggdrasil. She was his waifu.

Waifu: A fictional character, usually in anime or related media that someone has great, and sometimes romantic affection for.

And did he hold affection for her. It could honestly be called an unhealthy obsession.

67 hours spent in D.S. CATIA v57 Edition 13, designing her body. Perfecting her proportions, her skin, her actions, even how her lips, skin, muscles, tendons and hair moved when she walked and smiled. Each strand of her hair had been separately rendered, using the most up to date engineering edition enhanced dynamic, soft body physics engine to model how each follicle would react as she moved. He had also mapped motions for almost 200 actions including, but not limited to: blinking, breathing and even idle actions such as occasionally observing her surroundings or a cute yawn whenever she hadn't done an action in a while. To say he took his hobbies seriously would be an understatement.

If there was one thing Yggdrasil was renown for other than the harsh beginner phase, it was the sheer customisability and freedom they provided the players. Especially the fact that they allowed externally designed and rendered character models to be used if the movements had been hardcoded in using the native coding language. And hardcoded they were. He had spent nearly 20 hours adding them in upon learning how to use C++ and C#. Time well spent in his opinion, if the turnout of the final product was anything to go by.

He still fondly remembered how shocked his guild members had been when he officially revealed to them the head guardian of Underworld. Especially when she smiled at them before giving a polite curtsey (that had taken far too long to perfect). Their reactions had honestly been glorious. Especially how 'ArtyParty' fell to his knees screaming 'Bestu Maido!'. That man had always been far too serious about any maid related content, even getting given a slightly OP set of french maid outfits from the shitty devs themselves for his dedication to his theme, one of which was eventually given to Grayfia (to make her an even better maid apparently, though who was he to deny free gear?). Receiving his approval was definitely a plus.

He appreciated every little awed gasp and starry eyed emoji his guild mates had given him. Grayfia was his masterpiece. She was to be gaped at in awe and the slightest hint of reverence, it was only right after all. And now she was real. So very real and completely devoted to him.

[NSFW]

He moves his free hand to the back of her head, marvelling at the soft silky feeling of her hair as his fingers easily carded through it, before pulling her lips even closer, greatly deepening their kiss. He hoped it was good, it was after all the first time he was taking charge. His masculinity had definitely taken a slight hit there, when Grayfia had taken the lead. He was a leader, not someone that follows from behind with unsure steps.

"Aahnnn~"

The absolutely delicious moan that reaches his ears quickly assuages his fears, all the while igniting a primal urge within him as he becomes more brazen in his actions. His free hand moving almost possessively over her impossibly smooth skin, exploring every curve as it moves to cup her more than generous ass.

It was soft, sort of like a stress ball, yet held a firmness that came from her toned and sleek musculature. That was the first thought that entered his somewhat overwhelmed virgin otaku mind. His Grayfia's ass was soft. It was truly a fine behind. What was he meant to do next? He gives the flesh in his grasp an experimental squeeze, thoroughly enjoying the sensation of her soft flesh pressing into his firm digits.

"Mhhhhmm~"

Her moan once again only encouraging his actions. He squeezes again. Harder. Delighting in the way her breath hitched in her throat, her eyes widening the slightest amount before lazily drooping to a half lidded state. The whimper that quivers her lips when he pulls away for breath only makes him dive in with even more fervent desire, their lips crashing together once again, causing the relatively still water in the tub to get sloshed around in their desperation to renew the lost contact.

With no apparent concern for the state of the bathroom, the two continue their lust filled ministrations. One desperate for comfort, the other being driven by instinct alone.

Lucyfer almost loses his self control when Grayfia starts to desperately grind herself on his steadily hardening member, her folds gently caressing him to full mast. However, he manages to keep himself from descending into a lust fuelled haze with the very last of his consciousness that wasn't in absolute bliss, instead, gently turning his wife over onto her back as they both pull out from the lip lock a panting mess, desperately gasping for air. He was going to remember every moment of his first encounter.

"Lucy? What are yo-" Grayfia starts, confused at her husbands actions, but she doesn't get to complete her sentence. "Ngggghhhh~" Instead, she breathily pants out a pleasured moan, her back arching slightly as his fingers brush over her smooth, hairless nether lips, giving special attention to the little bundle of nerves located near the tip.

"Aaaahhhhhnnn~" Lucyfer loves the way she screams when one of his fingers slip into her slick folds, the stimulation overwhelming her very senses. She was tight, his one finger already being squeezed for all it was worth by her clenching walls.

"So… So tight." Lucyfer states with a slight chuckle as he feels her walls clench once again. He enjoys hearing another of her blissfully intoxicating moans as he slowly removes his finger from within her, easily noticing the slick layer of her juices covering it. "And so wet as well. What a naughty wife I have."

He can feel her temperature rise as her ears gain a considerable tinge of red. "D-don't say th-things like that!" Her voice coming out as a breathy pant, her legs coming together as her hands move swiftly to cover her face.

To think his wife could let out such erotic moans without the slightest worry, but become a stuttering mess with the slightest of verbal teasing? He loves it! He promptly removes her hands from covering her beautifully flushed face before gently turning her face to look at him.

He then proceeds to make her watch as he slowly, and sensually licks up every last drop of her essence, delighting even more as her face contorts in shock, then extreme arousal, her face growing even redder at his debauched actions. She could pass off as a tomato if she really wanted.

He pulls his finger out of his mouth slowly, an audible 'pop' escaping his mouth as his lips smack together. "Mmmmm," He licks his lips, "you taste amazing."

She looks downwards, slightly abashed. "Th-thank you… dear…"

"I want more."

Her eyes widen slightly, but she relents, easing herself back to lay comfortably on her spouse's chest, parting her closed legs for him once again. "…Please be gentle."

"Of course." He reassure with a suave grin.

Without wasting a moment, he begins trailing his hands down her sensual body once again. Leaving one hand fondling her impressive and until now, mostly ignored breasts, he leads the other to her newly exposed nethers. He flicks one of her perked pink nipples as he slides two of his fingers within the panting woman.

"Mhhhhhhmmm~"

His warm breaths cause Grayfia to shiver in delight, as his tongue flicks the lobe of her ear, even slightly nibbling it, giving her further pleasure as he continues to thrust his fingers further and further into his wife.

Lucyfer continues his actions, thoroughly enjoying the way he can make his wife descend into such a state with such simple actions. He trails a few kisses down her neck, focusing on the areas that get the most reaction from her, leaving soft nips and hickeys as he approaches her shoulder.

"I-I'm clo-se!" She manages between pleasured moans and pants, her insides clenching even tighter as she nears her release, the added stimulation being almost too much for her to handle.

"Cum for me Fia." Lucyfer growls as he adds a third finger to his assault, knowing full well that the feeling of having her tight walls stretching even further would only give his wife even more pleasure than currently. He was a virgin, but that didn't mean he hadn't done any research. What? He was a dude.

"Aaaaaahhh~ Lucy!" Almost as if his words were the trigger, her coil snaps, a gush of her juices further drenching his hands as her back arches to near dangerous levels. She promptly collapses onto him, her face the very picture of pure bliss as she pants heavily, trying to regain the slightest semblance of composure.

"Haaah~ That… Aaah~ was… iiin-credible~" She manages after a few second, her chest still heaving from possibly the strongest and only orgasm she has experienced, considering she only became real an hour or two ago. "That was sooo~ much better than… haah~ when I do it myself." Or not. He would have to ask about their lives during the past 4 years of the guild.

She gently slides her body off of his, laying her head on his shoulder, before she surprises him by firmly grasping his still fully erect member. "I think it's your turn now Lucy~" She utters playfully, giving him a loving kiss as she starts to pump her hand up and down at a steady pace.

She was unsure at first, having never done this before, it seems, but she quickly grew more and more sure of her actions. Especially whenever he gave her a positive signal, usually a pleasured grunt or husky groan.

Having someone else pleasure him was a completely new experience for Lucyfer obviously. He was a 26 year old who had spent a combined total of close to 87 hours modelling and programming to be able to make his waifu be the head guardian of his guild. Obviously not what a man with a girlfriend would be doing. But now, all that seemed worth it, in a strange roundabout sort of way, especially since this was the greatest feeling of pleasure he had ever felt while merely masturbating. He would never be able to get the same level of pleasure himself. Yes, it felt that much better.

The way her soft digits caressed his member, her hands as soft as a feather, yet having a firmness that that simply enhanced the experience. Instead of crushing his shaft, which he honestly expected from her amateur hands at first, she made him feel incredible.

Especially when she started using her thumb to rub the especially sensitive part of his phallus. "Damn." He groans out, his voice wavering slightly in pure pleasure. "You are very good at this Fia."

She giggles slightly before peppering his face with a few kisses. "You made me feel so, so good with only your hands Lucy, so as your wife, I had to make sure that I could do the same for you." Her free hand moves to grasp his twitching member, joining in her attempt to make him reach his release. "It's only fair right dear?"

He gasps slightly when she speeds up even more, her supernatural abilities coming into play as she pushes his endurance to the absolute limit. "Fuck! Fia… just like that." He manages as his mind falls into a pleasured haze, the tightness in his groin becoming almost too much to hold back clearly evident by the occasional twitch of his shaft.

All it took then was a loving kiss to send him over the edge, his vision getting slightly spotty as his whole body got flooded with pure pleasure. Devil physiology sure made a difference it seems, the sheer sensory and nervous feedback being incredibly potent.

It took him a few moments to come down from the high of release, his brain still buzzing and his vision still just a little unfocused. That was when his mental fatigue decided to sucker punch him once again, instantly reminding him of all the exhaustion and mental strain he still had. Not even the sight of his wife greedily lapping up his seed was enough to sweep away the mental fog clouding his mind.

He yawns, his eyes drooping lazily. "That was… amazi…" Lucyfer was blissfuly asleep before he could finish the sentence.

…

It took her a few moments to realise that her husband had fallen asleep, especially since she was busy lapping up his essence, not letting a single drop go to waste. He must have been extremely tired, especially considering that devils, as creatures of darkness didn't require sleep, merely occasional rest for their minds.

Gathering some water in her hands, she gently rubs him down in an effort to properly clean his body, thoroughly enjoying the physical contact as her hands rubbed away any dirt or grime his body may have accrued.

She was a little disappointed that they couldn't go any further, especially since she would have loved to be one with her husband, but she was satisfied for now. Especially because it had been much better than she had ever anticipated. It was almost like he knew her body better than she did.

She looks at him, taking in his serene face, his completely calm state, and smiles. She did that, and it makes her proud knowing that she could bring as much comfort to him as he did to her by just being next to her.

She didn't want to disturb him when he looked so peaceful, but she couldn't really let him get pruny in the now cooling water. With a final glance, she regretfully moves to wake him up once again. Mounting herself on him, and thoroughly enjoying just how right it feels, she gives him a gentle kiss on his slightly parted lips. When he doesn't wake up, she gives him another. And another. And another.

It took a few more before he started to stir, his eyes somewhat confused and groggy as he returned from his blissful unconsciousness. "Morning already?" It was endearingly adorable just how disappointed he sounded.

"No Lucy, we're still in the bath, and I wont have you sleeping in here when we have a perfectly good bed."

"Hmm?" He looks at her confusedly for a moment before he finally processes that he was still in the now lukewarm water. "A bed sounds nice." He replies groggily as he swiftly steps out of the tub, splashing a fair amount of water as he went. She giggled wildly as she was taken along with him, considering her position of being lovingly draped over him.

She was more impressed by how her husband seemingly kept his balance without any apparent effort, even with extra weight on him. His instincts seemingly still sharp, even when he was half asleep.

She hastily casts [Clean], a spell that removes any foreign liquid or dust off of the body, quickly drying the two as Lucyfer carries them to the room. Not even bothering to put any clothes on, he gently places her down on the bed before getting in himself.

"Night, Fia." He drawls out as he pulls her closer to his body, one arm wrapping around her waist as he spoons her.

"Good night darling." She returns, melting into his hold. His breath evens out soon after, leaving her to her thoughts in his safe embrace.

She sighs happily. If only every day could be just like this.

[NSFW END]

...

Dennis awoke feeling the most refreshed he had ever felt in his whole life. Though he was instantly confused as to where the hell he was. This was definitely not his room, or his bed. This thing was far too comfortable to be anywhere close to being within his price range, even as an engineering project manager. He got paid a fair amount more than the average salary man, but not by that much.

So why the hell did he buy a seemingly 5 star hotel room? More importantly why was he sleeping naked? Baggy clothes felt really nice when sleeping after all. And why was their a soft, yet pleasantly warm weight on his arm? Wait… a weight? He looks to his side and he is blown away. Holy shit that chick is hot. As in HOT. Killing a catwalk sort of hot. And she was beside him. Him of all people, NAKED. Had he finally gotten himself laid? If so, how the hell did he manage to get it with a woman like this?

"Oh shit." This was some super high class hooker wasn't she? Dennis mentally facepalms. How the hell was he meant to feed himself now that he had blown probably a month's worth of salary in some stupidly drunken decision to finally get laid.

"Mmmm. Good morning Lucy." She mumbles as she proceeds to give him a kiss, only confusing Dennis further. Who the hell is Lucy!? Wait… had he given her a fake name out of embarrassment?

"Lucy..? Are you okay dear?"

That didn't seem like something he would do. He was not a coward. He was pretty confident in himself.

"Lucyfer! Darling what's wrong?!" He was snapped out of his thoughts when the silver haired woman crashed into him, worry dripping from her aura as she embraced him. "No! Don't leave again!"

That was when everything came rushing back. He was Lucy. Lucyfer Morningstar, his Yggdrasil avatar that had somehow been made real, merging his consciousness into the body in the process. He wasn't Dennis the otaku engineer, nor was he on Earth anymore. He was the Crown Prince of Hell, and he had to damn well remember that fact.

"Please! You promised!"

And now he had a hysteric wife to calm down. He still couldn't believe that he held such an important part in their lives. It didn't really make any sense to him, how someone could put so much trust and reverence into someone else. Especially to the point of become seemingly reliant on their presence to be emotionally stable.

Then it clicked. He and his friends had made them that way hadn't they? So it was up to him to fix the issue, to help them become better versions of themselves and become three dimensional, instead of forever remaining the NPCs they were in Yggdrasil.

"Fia." He wraps his hands around her, resting his chin on her head as he pulled her face into his chest. He gently rubs soothing circles all across her back, the action quickly calming her down. "I'm here and I'm not going to be leaving."

"Promise?"

He clasps her hands in his, caressing them gently. "Promise."

The two remained in their embrace for a while, not caring for the passage of time. Lucyfer only releasing his wife from his arms once he was sure that she was calm once again.

He plants a kiss on her forehead. "Come on Fia, we should organise ourselves for the day, we have some exploring to do." His eagerness to explore their new landscape was easily apparent. Why wouldn't it be? This was the first hint of excitement he had in his life in a while.

After casting a quick [Clean] spell or two, and a quick splash of refreshing water, the two were out of their room wearing their standard items. Lucyfer had decided to have his Crown of Ash unequipped however, he wouldn't really need it outside of combat.

Technically he didn't really need it that much in combat either, as he was plenty strong without it once he had reached level 100. His full build was just… good in all honesty. The Lucifer job class (which was a thing!) was only attainable through a stupidly difficult quest, which he had to do with a character build that was almost 30 levels too weak to do it. He definitely didn't mind the broken bonuses the crown gave him during that part of his grind though. The ability to completely ignore any resistance or immunity was very much a boon. But the class opened up a lot of opportunities. Especially the ability of being both a true angel and true devil at the same time. He was adaptable on an insane level. The Crown only increasing his versatility.

Especially considering that the item effects were not considered active abilities, instead, being passive bonuses, allowing them to affect even other world item users. That was what made the Crown of Ash get classified as such. Many other world Items seriously outclassed the buffs that the crown gave. The world item known as Hygieia's Chalice allowed a user to completely heal any and all types of damage, negate all debuffs and grant the user immunity to all forms of negative status effects. And all that were just bonuses, considering its main use was as a resurrection item that negated level loss with the ability to negate the ability of the Longinus.

The world item known as the Billion Blades acted as an extremely unbalanced version of blade apparition, allowing the user to summon a copy of any type of bladed weapon that existed in the game with no negative drawbacks. These weapons could then be freely controlled, or even used as projectiles, with the user gaining the full bonuses the weapons provided. There was one assassin player that had owned the item at one point who had used the item almost as a gun of sorts, shooting multiple blades at everyone with near imperviousness due to their innate agility and stealth skills.

That player had been a terror for almost every single heteromorphic player around, so it was to great relief to learn that the player had lost the item while partaking in the absolutely massive raid on Nazarick. He was pretty stoked to learn that Ainz Ooal Gown had come out on top during that raid. They had helped him more than a few times during his time playing, and he was very thankful for that. Fellow Heteromorphs had to have each other's backs after all.

That got him thinking. What if other players had arrived here? Would they all arrive at the same time? Or would they be displaced all over the timeline? Though honestly, he would be pretty excited if he could meet a few people, maybe make sure that this place didn't become like how Earth did, if there was intelligent life here to begin with of course.

He walks into the main hall to find Lurva and the four maids waiting patiently, most likely for instructions from him. They kneel as soon as they see him, heads bowed in their show of fealty, something he was still uncomfortable with to be honest.

"Good morning Lord Lucyfer." They greet him unanimously, almost as if they were synchronised. It was pretty cool how well they did it. Far better than the cacophony of voices he would get assaulted with back on Earth.

"Good morning to you five as well." He replies with an idle smile. "Now, please sit, we have much to discuss before we can get a start at exploring this place." He gestures for the others to sit, as he takes his own seat on an extremely comfortable couch, another of the many things Lurva had salvaged from their now sunk guild base. He hums in amusement when Grayfia cheekily decides to take a seat in his lap, playfully grinding her rear on his crotch in an 'attempt' to get comfortable.

He masks a slight pleasured groan as cough to gain everyone's attention. "R-right." He begins, inwardly cursing his slight stutter, and turns his attention to Lurva. "As of right now, we are located in an unknown desert environment with no apparent landmarks. Thanks to Lurva however, we have a defined base of operation for the near future."

Wrapping his arms around Grayfia's waist, and finding it far more comfortable than his position before hand, he continues. "I'm sure that you weren't merely meditating this whole time Lurva. Did you find anything useful like any signs of life or civilisation during your magical search?"

The green haired man smiles a little, a hint of pride visible at being praised by Lucyfer. "I have indeed, my Lord. A large serpentine creature of 100 meters or so in length, three kilometres to the west of our position and what seems to be a group of six… no… ten now… humanoid creatures on what is most likely a drawn carriage around two kilometres north east of here. I could detect nothing else of note within my range."

Lucifer nods in acceptance.

Grayfia on the other hand has a thoughtful expression on her face. "We have a Mirror of Remote Viewing in our storage don't we Lurva, would you be able to retrieve it for us? I for one would prefer to scout out these points of interest so that we can make sure they aren't possible threats."

…

He had never seen so much sand in his life. That was for sure. It just went on and on and on.

The Great Southern Desert definitely is as great name suggests. Sand as far as the eye could see, all the way from the almost impassable Nhargra Mountain Ranges to his north, and travelling further south than many dare to wander. Only dragons would know what lay further south than the fortress city of Nirintiu. Dragons, or anyone unlucky enough to be taken by the sand devils. Having had to cut down a few already, he knew that the average person would be nothing but an easy kill for the dull yellow coloured creatures.

He removes his hood revealing his unnatural blue hair, it was far too hot to keep it on, but the rays of the sun would scorch his fair skin if he were to completely remove the protective robes. These Southerners were a hardy bunch to spend their whole lives on the desert, that he had to concede. But he couldn't give up, he had to get himself one of those famed sword from the south. A katana if he remembered correctly. Sharper than any other blade, even those of magical roots.

Maybe then…

"Oi Brain! Get yer bloody head outta the clouds n stop broodin!" A gruff voice calls out from in front of him.

"Yeah, yeah old man! I know what I'm doing." The now named Brain responds, his voice carrying an arrogant charm.

"Ye sure lad? We gon be headin through tha vanishing sands soon, and ya can't be getting distracted. Yer promisin me tree whole silvers fer this, and I ain't getting that if yer gonna step off the path and drown in the sands."

"Why are you going through these sands if they're so dangerous?" The blue haired man asks while scratching his stubbled chin. "Especially with those four other women you got with you?"

"They be me family boy." The man at the front of the carriage answers. "They've done this many times, an I know ma way round it, ya should be worryin bout yaself."

The blonde haired woman that had managed to poke her head out from the back of the rickety carriage however, seemed to disagree. Especially if her rapid shaking of the head and panicked look was anything to go by.

Brain scowls. He had at first though they were the man's family as well, and he would've believed it too, considering they had acted as such the majority of the trip. But he soon learned of a particular trait these women held. A pair of particularly pointed ears. They were elves. Personally, he had no issue with elves, especially the women, they were quite the beauties, but he had quickly learned of Evlos' absolute hatred of any of the non humans.

He knew that the geezer was a smuggler. That was why he had approached him in the first place. He could easily avoid much of the fares that way. He presumed he would have to if he was to be able to afford a good one, those blades would be exceedingly expensive if the renown of the bade held true. He was mainly okay with the occasional smuggled good or two as well. He wasn't ashamed to admit he had acquired a few of his magical items from such sources. But if there was one thing he despised more than that dammed Gazef, it would have to be slave smugglers. He had lost his mother to a group of those scum after all.

He clenches his fists, for all his skills with the blade, he hadn't been able to do anything but watch in fear as it occurred. He had been a coward. Too scared to move in the face of such unfavourable odds, even for his own mother! He never saw her again, but he had promised himself that he wouldn't ever let it happen to anyone else if it was within his power to stop it. And most time's nowadays, he was more than strong enough.

…Though that was still not enough to overcome the {Fourfold Slash of Light} that Gazef hud trumped him with during their duel.

He gives the elven beauty an understanding smile, and signals for her to get back inside the wagon. He would have to wait until he was through the desert and at Eryuentiu before he could act. He didn't really want to drown in sand after all. He was Brain Unglaus, and he had only ever lost once in his life, he wasn't planning on ever letting that number grow any further. Especially not to sand.

He hurries his pace a little so he was near the covers on the wagon. "I'll get you out of here, you ladies will just have to wait a little longer." He whispers before easing his pace once again, falling back to his original spot a few meters behind the wagon. It allowed him to keep a good field of view, easily allowing him to stay fully aware of his surroundings.

And it was just in time as well. Sensing killing intent, he instantly tilts his head to the side.

*Shink* *Thud*

A throwing knife slams clean into the wood of the wagon in front of him.

"{Field!}"

He was in his stance in an instant, longsword drawn as he awaited any further attacks. His martial art activating, giving him full awareness of everything within a three meter radius of him.

*Ting* *Clang* *Shink*

Three more knives were deftly parried with three fluid motions of his blade, none even getting close to him or the wagon. He wondered why assassins were going after them, because these were definitely not the usual type of thieves or brigands. He didn't even sense their presence, even now, he could only sense a slight amount residual killing intent from the knives, not from their attacker.

"{Sensory Boost!} {Greater Sensory Boost!}"

Activating another two martial arts, both of which, as the name suggests, increased his sensory perception, he scours the surroundings for any disturbances in the air. He finds two, one 12 metres away while the other was trying to sneak towards him. That was a bad. For them at least.

"{Flash!}"

Deactivating his field at the same moment, Brain covered the short four metre distance near instantly before easily slicing the enemy in half, their blood quickly drenching the sand red as it flowed freely. He didn't even have time to blink, let alone react to the perfectly honed skills of the prodigal blue haired swordsman.

"{Instantaneous Flash!}"

He was upon the second form, his blade already coming down upon the foe, ready to rend them in two.

"{Fortress!}"

*Clang*

His blade was stopped mid swing by two feeble looking serrated daggers blocking in an 'X' like position. In a normal battle, those two daggers would have been easily shattered by the sheer force behind the much heavier longsword, easily mutilating the man behind it, but this was not a normal world. The daggers contained the sturdiness of an immovable fortress behind them, easily halting the much larger blade.

But Brain wasn't a genius swordsman for nothing. He had pulled back in an instant, leaving no openings, even with his arms going slightly numb from the impact.

"{Ability Boost!} {Grater Ability Boost!} {Flash!}"

With his preparations complete, he was in the face of his opponent once again, his longsword heading downwards, ready to split his head in two.

"{Fortress!}"

Brain however expected for exactly this to occur.

"{Stop!}"

His blade halts just before they collide with the daggers, saving him from the jarring stun effect of the martial art, using his enemies slight shock to his advantage, he brings his heavy soled boot into the man's shin. Hard.

*Snap*

The man screams as his shin is snapped in two by the sheer force of the kick, dropping his daggers as his natural instincts made him grab his leg in pain.

"{Oblique Slash!}"

He ends the assassin's suffering in an instant, cleanly severing his head from his body in a single swing. The blade feeling almost no resistance as it did its job.

"Haaah." Brain lets out a sigh before turning to the carriage, which luckily for him was still there, senses still on full alert. There was at least one more assailant on the loose, and he was sure the old geezer wouldn't be able to keep them off. The bastard was going to die, that was certain, but Brain still needed to get out of here. And Evlos was the only one here with the slightest idea of how to navigate this hellish landscape.

He desperately hoped for his and the elves sakes that the smuggler was still alive as he ran towards the wagon. He picks up some of the dropped throwing knives on his way, they might be useful for later.

He was proven right once more, because the last two assailants were standing over the four tied up women.

"Consider yourself lucky that the Elf King wants you returned in perfect condition." He says to the same blonde haired beauty that had poked her head out from before. Chuckling ominously, he turns to the other elven women that were tied up. "Didn't say anything about you three though."

The two assailants laugh when the women recoil in fear, the blonde one looking on helplessly as she tried hopelessly to remove her bindings.

That was all the reason Brain needed to once again fall into action.

*Shck*

He thrusts one of the knives as hard as he could into the exposed neck of the closer opponent, the man going down almost instantly, his screams coming out as pained gurgles as blood rushed down his throat. He doesn't waste any more time that required before he was poised to strike at the last remaining assailant, wielding one of the knives in each hand.

"{Flash!}"

The man barely had time to raise his dagger to block one of the knives before the other had found itself buried deep into his side. However, before Brain could finish the job, he quickly flung himself to the side in an effort to avoid the wild swing of the other dagger that the assassin had been wielding. He wasn't able to fully avoid the attack however, a nasty gash appearing on his arm as he crashed into the wall of the wagon.

He pushes himself back to his feet, not even registering the pain of the wound on his arm as he eyes up his opponent once again. The knife was still deep in the man's side, most likely even puncturing his stomach and making it much harder for him to move, if he was even able to move in a state like that.

"Give up man, you can't beat me. Especially like that."

The assassin didn't respond. Instead glaring at him as if he could kill Brain through sheer force of will alone. He had no such ability. He moves to raise the daggers he was wielding into a defensive stance, but that was as far as he could get before he involuntarily coughs up a torrent of blood.

*Clang* *Thunk*

His daggers drop as he falls to his knees, coughing up even more blood. He was dead soon after.

Brain gazes appreciatively at the knife still in his hand. Poisoned blades. Shit! Poisoned blades! He glances at his arm, and true to his fears, his veins around the area had already gone a horrific tinge of grey.

"Shit." He gets out before he stumbles to his knees, feeling as if his energy was simply draining away from his body.

He could only stare blankly at the floor as his vision started to swim, barely hearing the muffled sounds of concern coming from the still tied up women. He was so out of it that he didn't even notice the cover being pulled open.

"I see that my Lord was quite right in sending me to collect you." Brain heard someone say. He could only curse his weakness knowing that he had failed once again. "Do not worry, you are quite sa…"

That was about as much as he heard before his world went dark.

…

That is the chapter complete.

Cya!