CHAPTER 145: THE ATTACK.

Days passed by...

Ellaria couldn’t believe her eyes. She had just received a report from the scout that the army she had been dreading was moving towards them.

What’s worse was that they weren’t just moving in a steady manner but were already near the border.

It seemed that the army had been moving for weeks and now they were only a few days away from the kingdom.

"How are they moving so fast?" she asked her generals.

"It seems that they have some kind of portal that allows them to travel great distances," the scout replied.

"Portal?" Ellaria frowned. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Your Majesty," the scout nodded. "It’s a glowing green gate that they use to travel quickly across the land."

Doesn’t that mean they are from another world? She thought they were the enemy of another nation.

Ellaria turned to her generals. "We don’t have much time then. We need to prepare our defenses as soon as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty," they replied in unison. Only a few generals were remaining but they were loyal generals.

Ellaria spent the rest of the day overseeing the preparations for battle. She visited the troops, checked the fortifications, and met with her advisors to discuss strategy.

As the sun began to set, she returned to her chambers, exhausted and she once again touched herself.

She knew that the battle ahead would be tough, but she was ready to do whatever it took to protect her kingdom.

* * *

Meanwhile, in a dark, damp cave, Sir Brook was meeting with his lieutenants.

"The time has come," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Tomorrow, we will launch a full-scale attack on Alvenhold. They will be caught off guard, and we will crush them before they even know what’s hit them. Muhehehehe!!"

His lieutenants grinned wickedly, eager for the bloodshed to begin. More war = More slaves, more slaves = More pussy.

"And once we’ve taken the kingdom," Sir Brook continued, "we’ll use it as a base to launch further attacks on the surrounding lands. No one will be able to stand against us."

"Sir," one of the lieutenants said, "what about the rumors of a powerful adventurers in the area? Do you think they could be a threat to us?"

Sir Brook scoffed. "The adventurers? Ha! They are nothing but foolish dreamers, playing at being heroes. No adventurer could ever hope to stand against my army. What is the level of adventurers? I am S-level conduct."

The lieutenants nodded in agreement, though some looked uncertain.

"Besides," Sir Brook added, "even if a powerful adventurer does exist, he’ll be too busy running for his life to interfere with our plans. We have 2 S-level conducts, and 28 A-level conducts... And many more B-level conduct."

The lieutenants laughed at that, the tension in the room easing slightly.

But unbeknownst to them, their conversation was being overheard by a pair of keen ears belonging to a stealthy assassin.

The assassin, disguised as a common soldier, slipped away unnoticed as soon as the meeting was over.

He made his way back to the Adventurer’s Guild as quickly as he could, his mind racing with the implications of what he had just heard.

Once he arrived, he went straight to Guildmaster Thorne’s office.

"Guildmaster!" the assassin exclaimed as he burst through the door. "I have urgent news from the front lines!"

Thorne looked up from his desk, startled. "What is it?"

"The enemy army is planning to attack Alvenhold tomorrow," the assassin replied breathlessly. "And their leader, a guy named Sir Brook, he’s confident that no one can stop them. After the 4 frontal cities, we will be attacked and I don’t think the front gates can handle much. I heard that the nobles after getting the news have already run..."

Thorne’s expression turned grave. "I see. And Alan... is he back yet?"

The assassin shook his head. "No, he’s still off doing whatever it is he has doing... Maybe he doesn’t even know about this. But from what I have known it seems their hound party is taking the task to protect the cargo of House Vale... Anyway, Guildmaster, we have to warn the Queen! If she doesn’t know about this—"

"I have already sent word to her," Thorne interrupted. "But you’re right, we need to make sure she gets the message. The fate of the kingdom could depend on it."

The assassin nodded. "I’ll go myself, make sure it reaches her hands."

Thorne put a hand on his shoulder. "Be careful. If this person named Sir Brook finds out that we know his plans..."

The assassin grinned. "Don’t worry, Guildmaster. I’ll be fine. And if I’m not..." He shrugged. "Well, that’s what we signed up for, isn’t it?"

Thorne couldn’t help but return the smile. "Indeed it is. Now go, and may luck be with you."

* * *

As the assassin set off towards the castle, Alan was finally returning to the guild after his mission.

His mission was very simple. It was the first time he had taken a task after getting Isekai’d and it was a solo task.

He had taken care of the bandits easily enough, but what he found in their hideout had been more than a little surprising.

There, among the stolen treasures, was a strange glowing crystal. It pulsed with an otherworldly energy, and Alan could feel its power calling to him.

Intrigued, he decided to bring it back to the guild for further study.

As he approached the guild, he noticed a sense of unease in the air. Adventurers hurried past him, their faces dull and worried.

"What’s going on?" he asked one of them.

"You haven’t heard?" the adventurer replied. "The kingdom is under attack. Some army from another world or something. They are supposed to hit us tomorrow."

Alan: "..."

What the fuck? How would he know, he was busy fucking mother, daughters, and a new slave.

Alan’s eyes widened. "Another world? What are you talking about?"

Didn’t he beat a few people that came by? And even the portal seems to have vanished soon.

The adventurer shrugged. "No idea, man. But it can’t be good. Anyway, I gotta go. Good luck! I have a wife and kids, I can’t die meaninglessly."

Tbh, he is indeed correct. Why die meaninglessly when you have a wife and kids?

With that, he was off, leaving Alan standing alone in the guild courtyard.

As he stood there, lost in thought, Guildmaster Thorne spotted him from his office window.

"You there!" he called out, rushing down the stairs. "There you are! I need to speak with you urgently!"

Alan frowned. "What’s going on... Guildmaster?"

He has never met this guildmaster, but he can tell because of the emblem on his chest.

"It’s the Queen," Thorne replied. "She needs your help. The kingdom is in danger, and she believes you’re the only one who can save it."

Alan raised an eyebrow. "Save the kingdom? From what? And how does the queen know me?"

Wtf, how does Queen know him? Is it some kind of prophecy? He has read some novels and these royals seem to have some kind of shaman or Seer capable of seeing the fate and destiny.

"Ahem* Ahem* last time when you were having sex with the countess, Queen saw it... She even asked how it would feel to have your cock inside that royal pussy."

???

Alan was confused. Wait, what!?

Queen was watching him and she even questioned how it would feel to have his cock inside her royal pussy?

"Wait... Why are you telling me this? And how did the queen watch?"

"Um, we have been taking a look at you, the female receptionist has a magic eye and she can find the total power of someone. So, you were under watch most of the time."

Thorne has to be the dumbest person to ever exist but also the genius.

"The Queen said, as long as you can protect the nation, her pussy is yours to fuck and she will even give you more women."

"Oh, tell me who is attacking the nation and I shall do it." Alan folded under zero pressure.

Heck yeah. He will fuck that royal pussy.

He wants to see what the royal pussy tastes like and if she is a virgin. If she is, he will make her his. But come to think of it... Wasn’t the nation ruled by a King?

Doesn’t that mean she is a used one but she might be a mature MILF.

She can be a good sidechick, perfect for breeding too.

She can be a concubine.

"You won’t regret it," Thorne said, a relieved smile spreading across his face. "As for the enemy don’t worry they will come soon."

Alan: "..."???

"Hm!? Can’t we go and beat the enemy!?" Alan asked.

Thorne: "..."!?

"I mean... We can."

"Then let’s go. Bring me there."

Thorne nodded. "Yes."

"But don’t you want to call the queen and make some demand!?"

"Demand!? I don’t think the queen will have anything to give me. Hmm, maybe I want to have a threesome with the queen and the princess. Hehe, boss, tell me how many princesses the king has. Does the king have more wives? I want to fuck them all."

Be honest. Honesty is the best policy.

Throne: "..."

"King has one wife and two daughters. Their real name is unknown but their public name—"

"Ok, I heard enough... Does the queen have big ass?"

"Yes, she has big one.." Thorne replied.