YM778.TV Chapter 59: Chapter 20: Hunting [1]
"My King." They knelt with soft voices carried by the evening breeze as his body slowly lifted from the formerly white throne, now dyed in his blood with a crimson hue.
The top was white, and the huge dragon\'s body was half red and half white along the backrest.
"How many troops do we have here, and will there be a raid on her territory tonight?"
When Lancelot looked at the affinity of Tiamat and Guinevere, his lips formed a bitter smile knowing it would be bad but not to this level. It had fallen from a high value to minus 5.
"My King, there are signs of a small assault heading to Camelot and this filthy village." Morgana\'s voice sounded, not hiding her disgust upon seeing the changes in their affinity towards her master.
"It\'s not filthy, don\'t be petty. It ruins your beauty."
"Y-yes, My King!"
"There are 90 Frost Hares, along with Marimo and Mayu defending Camelot and should be more than fine. As for this village... there are 10 Succubi and myself. The half-elves are sleeping, and these two are still undergoing their changes."
Lancelot looked at the open area without any mountain to protect them like his. Guinevere\'s village was in the open, apart from the south, with the tall mountain used as her throne.
His eyes opened, shimmering with a gold and silver light oscillating between the two as he saw the enemies and distance.
\'About 2 hours.\'
"Since this is now technically my territory due to her becoming my retainer and vassal. I can build here..."
"Lancelot!? These ungrateful women now hate you!" Morgana and even Marimo nodded at the words, but he shrugged.
"Affection can be built over time—mistakes can be fixed—their loyalty is eternal. So, let\'s leave it be for now, okay?"
"Mmm... If you say so Lancelot."
He stepped forward, swiping his left hand—the resource panel opened as he started to build the blueprints for a wall and the special Sherwood trees that her troops would use to make forest tree homes.
\'Rather cute.\'
"Marimo, can you build these walls in 1 hour?\'
"M-master... It might be too hard without everyone here."
Nodding, he accepted her words. It was quite true that he couldn\'t expect her to build so fast with only 10 lazy succubi. "Oh, where are the twins?"
Marimo\'s black ears twitched as she bowed gently, "Lady Morgana said they would cause too much trouble and left them to defend the village."
\'Hmmm, smart... those girls are a little strange.\'
[Use Double Resources To Build Instantly?]
Lancelot didn\'t like this feature as it would cost too much when he first started, and the rabbits were amazing loggers. Now he had no time to transport them or chop all the wood.
So he drew the border and needed area for the small village to endure tonight\'s raid from the orcs and goblins that were superpowered by the demonic moonlight.
\'Come to think of it—I get empowered by that light now too.\'
Rumble.
The ground began to shake as the wooden walls started to form from the ground, slowly emerging like buried monsters creating a 10-metre by 10-metre square covering the entire village and connecting to the mountain at the back.
"Add a wide rampart and thicken the wall... Add the stairs and elevated walkway along the walls for the archer to take advantage of..."
His body floated around the entire village as he oversaw everything, letting the trees be built like his to the Southwest beside her throne.
Then he put the foundations of the merchant, military and finally, the crafting quarter.
\'My Lumber took a hit and some coins... but." His thoughts stopped as he hovered above the wooden walkway 3 metres in the air overlooking the narrow plains due to two hills on either side. "These little bastards will give me some money."
Lancelot\'s eyes watched the marching monster slowly approaching. Some wore decent leather armour with iron weapons, others with big drums banging them as they approached, slightly echoing on the wind even from here.
"Marimo, can you wake the half-elf archers?"
Silence...
Woosh!
Suddenly he felt danger, swaying his body to the side.
A pair of bloody claws penetrated the air where his heart was, but the next moment, the figure that attacked collapsed, holding her head as she began to shriek like a dying cat.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Guinevere\'s change was drastic...
Her skin was as beautiful as ever, but she was like a porcelain doll and very pale, and her eyes were deep red with small star-shaped pupils that matched Lancelots as she watched him with teary eyes.
A small pair of cute bat wings fluttered on her back, causing a small gust of air as she showed her little fangs snarling at him.
"Bastard... Lancelot... you...!" But she was punished for calling him a bastard—her body electrocuted as she rolled on the floor in agony.
"Stop being stupid, Guinevere and stand up and grab your spear—some orcs and goblins are coming to destroy your village."
"Hmph... telling me what to do, make me drink that thick, sticky jelly!"
Lancelot shrugged his shoulders with a smile at her strange wording and just turned around, his eyes closed to focus on the building in her village...
He added a lovely bath powered by Ether so the women could all have nice baths under a wooden cover to stop people from peeking.
Guinevere watched her console as she saw him building whatever he liked... but they were all things she liked... Yet the hatred in her chest only slightly decreased as she watched his serene figure with his eyes closed...
Lancelot\'s finger danced through the air as he spent more money to double-layer the walls and two catapults on the northern wall.
"Hmmm.... this bastard, why is he building so much... What\'s left for me to build!"
Marimo and Morgana didn\'t interfere because they saw she couldn\'t actually harm him, but rather, whenever he ignored her, why did her affection rise so much?
"Are you away, red lizard?" Morgana asked with a mocking tone.
"Ah.... for a while now since the ground started shaking... Tell me, was that bloodline your idea?"
Her body didn\'t change much, except her body was now a dark almond colour from the demonic black dragon bloodline, almost making her a black dragon instead now a mixture of red and black.
"It was. He didn\'t have a clue until after making you drink it. Lancelot thought it was to improve her survival chances." Morgana smiled as she saw the dragon\'s value return to neutral from hatred.
"I will watch his actions... It seems he truly wants to sit on the throne of Avalon."
"He will—I will put him there."
Meanwhile, back on the wall, Lancelot had finished crafting and preparing her territory to build when she had more time during the day.
He also recruited her second set of 15 half-elf Sherwood archers, now 30 standing on the wall and watching the distance with sharp eyes.
"Why are you watching me, Guinevere?"
"I just wondered if you were going to steal my village now..."
"Why would I? It\'s yours. I didn\'t want you to die on the first night and become the orc\'s plaything."
"!!!"
His body turned around, looking at her properly...
In her vampire form, she had silvery white hair, beautiful eyes and slightly larger breasts, but they were a little more slack, likely due to the size increase and the bra.
Lancelot looked at her for several minutes, many thoughts and idea\'s flashing through his mind before she tilted her eye, looking at him with a strange look.
"What?" She asked him with an abrasive tone, furrowing her brow and showing her fangs.
"You look beautiful, like a dancing maiden under the Avalon moonlight—I was charmed for a moment."
"Hah!?"
Ba-dum.
Guinevere hated this guy! His ability to say such cheesy and embarrassing things still existed even after becoming a monster!
"T-thank you..." She couldn\'t even control her response and turned away with a genuine sense of happiness...
Just because she was mad about him doing that to her didn\'t destroy their time as lovers or that she was crazy about him before this.
Or rather... It was like those words set off a fuse... that was slowly making its way to her body, burning with more passion and deep, obsessive feelings each moment it slowly burned towards her chest.
"This damn casanova bastard.... shit..."
Lancelot turned away, not wanting to rush things, "Everyone to your positions—they are coming."