"Hold! By my decree, this execution is halted."
At that moment, it felt as though my blood had transformed into steel; I was immobilized and struggled to draw even a single breath.
"The turning of living beings into gold statues… it is a practice I find… aesthetically displeasing."
Queen Violet turned her gaze from Lord Henry, who knelt before her with his head bowed to avoid eye contact, and looked toward Lucy and me.
Her gaze petrified me, nearly stopping my heartbeat. If true beauty had a form, it would be her figure.
"Henry, while the ancient laws of our realm are clear, I find myself in a… generous mood today."
Queen Violet's crimson lips parted with grace reminiscent of an angel's wings in motion. Her voice was so enchanting that it seemed capable of granting hearing to the deaf.
"Let this serve as a testament to the dawn of a new era under my rule— an era in which the barbarism of the Middle Ages is abandoned in favor of a new order, a way of life worthy of the Velmorian era."
On the stage, all the knights and Lord Henry knelt before the queen; the ones remaining standing were Lucy, the lady dressed in a kimono, and I.
At that moment, I found myself in unfamiliar territory. The recollected details of Blades of Destiny had reached their limit, and I cannot recall anything beyond what was contained in the Diva memory fragment.
"My... Queen," Lord Henry spoke, his voice a fragile thread barely cutting through the heavy silence.
His Adam's apple bobbed nervously as he pointed a finger at us.
"These slaves committed an atrocity against my honor. My soul… it cannot bear to see such insolence unpunished."
***
Today was the best day of my life. Queen Violet, the character from Blades of Destiny whom I loved the most, was coming to my rescue.
It felt as if the universe had conspired to fulfill my wish, delivering my waifu to my aid.
I took back my previous blasphemy against God. He seemed to have transmigrated me out of my miserable life to unite me with my goddess.
Without realizing it, merely looking at Violet had caused me to develop the most intense erection I have ever experienced in my life.
My dick was so hard that my veins were visibly pulsing through the white tunic trousers I was wearing.
The Queen gazed at me, unmistakably; her crimson eyes were fixed intently on my trousers.
I wanted to move, but my hands felt paralyzed, as though I were trapped in a lucid dream. Lucy noticed my predicament and struck my balls with her left hand, causing a sharp, oscillating pain.
"Something catch your eye?" Lucy inquired, her eyes sweeping over Queen Violet with the casual curiosity one might afford a stray insect.
"Stop, Lana!" Queen Violet commanded, her voice sharp as she intervened just in time to prevent her from decapitating Lucy.
At that moment, blood streamed from Lucy's neck, and the woman in a Kimono dress was mere seconds away from severing her head from her body.
My hand swiftly reached for Lana's sword and seized it. I forcefully moved it away from Lucy's neck, its sharp blade causing blood to seep from my palm.
"Are you crazy?" I asked.
Lana withdrew her blade and flicked it aside, casting off the trace of my blood. "Your Majesty, such insolence is unforgivable," she declared.
Lucy's blood streamed from her like a serpent, curled tightly around Lana's throat. It shimmered with a razor-sharp edge, poised to sever Lana's neck in two.
"Insolence?" Lucy advanced, narrowing the distance between herself and Lana. "A goddess neither can nor will bow to anyone, not even the Demon Queen herself."
"Enough! No violence shall stain my presence," Queen Violet ordered.
Lucy's blood dropped to the ground as if she had lost control of it; her legs began to walk by themselves, and no matter how hard she tried to stop them, they would not.
Lucy approached Queen Violet with measured steps. Her legs bent instinctively to kneel, and her back inclined forward into a posture of prostration.
I observed Lucy fiercely attempting to close her mouth, yet it defied her and moved independently.
"Your Majesty, we seek forgiveness for our existence and beseech your mercy for the deeds of Lucy," Lucy's mouth spoke.
It seemed as though Lucy's body had assumed a life of its own, operating entirely independent of her will
"You must atone for transgressions," Queen Violet declared, bending slightly to place a hand on Lucy's head.
"Nevertheless, in my mercy, I am dispatching you and your disciple to the Devil's Island. Should you survive, you shall enter the house of sinners; failure will lead to your demise."
***
As soon as Violet concluded her speech, Lana abruptly seized both Lucy and me, hoisting us onto her shoulders. Without seeking our consent, she leaped and landed atop the tallest building beyond the Callusium.
From the residential building, Lana leaped for the second time, flying over narrow streets and rooftops adorned with chimney pots.
We landed atop the great church, which was covered with weathered stones and gargoyles perched upon its edges.
Without hesitation, Lana bent her knees and sprang again, soaring toward the clock tower.
She twisted in midair, adjusting her trajectory, and her boots landed on the narrow ledge of the tower, sending a brief tremor through the structure.
And then—the final leap. Lana's green kimono soared gracefully through the evening sky. Her boobs brushed against my chin as she enveloped me in her right arm. Her scent was like that of a freshly baked cherry cake.
Just before hitting the ground, she extended her legs, allowing the momentum to flow through her. The instant her boots struck the solid surface, she bent her knees deeply, absorbing the impact.
Lana descended into the seaport, where we encountered an enormous steam engine-powered airship.
The ship itself resembles a traditional wooden sailing vessel, complete with towering masts and elaborate rigging, but instead of slicing through ocean waves, it could glide effortlessly through the sky.
The first thing that caught my eye was the sheer size of the airship. It wasn't just a vessel; it could easily fit three elephants on the deck. Additionally, it was equipped with four steam-powered engines that resembled rockets from NASA.
Rows of riveted windows lined its body, Pipes curled along its length like the veins of some great beast, occasionally releasing soft exhalations of steam, as though the airship itself were sighing.
I stepped closer, feeling the faint hum of machinery beneath my boots. The balloon above is taut and sturdy, reinforced with metallic ribs that shimmer in the golden light of the setting sun.
"What do you think you are doing?" Lucy folded her arms as she stared at Lana.
Lana opened her black umbrella and held it above her head. Her kimono revealed glimpses of the black underwear she wore.
"Her Majesty knows everything about you." Lana turned around and looked at Lucy.
"You are the only surviving Demon hybrid and one of the few to awaken a mark of divinity."
Lana took ten measured steps and stood before the towering ship. She turned to face both Lucy and me, her umbrella casting a shadow against the descending rays of the golden sun.
"Her Majesty has bestowed upon you the opportunity to serve directly under her command. She has decreed your inclusion among the death row inmates destined for Devil's Island. On the island, you shall partake in a battle royale competition, where the last surviving team will earn admission to the House of Sinners."
Lucy clicked her tongue and gazed at the departing passenger steamship. "What if I decline to partake in your trivial games?"
At that moment, Lana moved with such incredible speed that her action could only be described as teleportation. She appeared before Lucy, swiftly drew her blade, and pressed it against Lucy's neck.
"Don't forget, you are a death row inmate. If you refuse this offer, you will face execution."
"Umnh."
Lana turned her face toward me as I caught her attention. "You are that horny bastard with a massive borner." She closed the distance between us. "The next time your dick gets hard in front of her majesty I will cut it off."
Her breath brushed against my face, and her two elegant horns nearly touched her forehead. They matched the color of her skin, pale white. Except for the edges, which were tinged with light green—the same hue as her eyes and kimono.
"Does Her Majesty also know about me?" I asked politely.
Lana stepped back from me and walked toward the steam airship. "Nah, you are just an extra."