Chapter 163 – Peace Talks (2)

    Sitting next to his Empress, Milan was holding a thick notebook in his hands, scribbling into it as fast as possible, making the others look at him at first, feeling it was an insult to their integrity. They were rulers and leaders of their countries, and two of them –three, if they counted Mirian– were also high-level mages. Their words were the gold standard, and they were not here to pull the wool over the others'' eyes.

    "Is this really necessary?" Ahnud finally asked after feeling his ears starting to twitch, hearing Milan''s pencil scraping against the paper whenever a word was uttered by someone.

    "It is." Mirian answered without batting an eye. At first, she was also surprised, but if her future husband decided to do it, then it was fine. She even thought it was a good idea because then she didn''t need to keep track of all the bullshit they were going to spew to convince her. This was why she loved him so much; he was so considerate!

    "Are you suggesting our words can''t be trusted?" Kadosa pressed on, backing up the Emperor of Sar.

    "Which of you trust mine?" She shot back with a sly smile, tilting her head, "What? No instant answer?"

    "Of course, we trust your words, Empress Mirian." Queen Nuen answered, but everyone knew it was just late enough and that it should mean nothing by now. That initial hesitation, remembering that it was Ishillia they were dealing with, was all that Mirian needed.

    "If Duke Milan Kustov decides to record our meeting, then I approve." Mirian articulated slowly, and her voice carried unmistakable authority this time around, becoming as cold as steel. "Anyone having a problem with it has problems with Ishillia''s decision."

    In her mind, she was doing her best to place her love on a pedestal, showing off to other leaders who Milan was and how seriously she took his family... but to the leaders present, it was simply Ishillia being Ishillia, placing their own offensive ideas onto one of their nobles to take the fall for them.Fo?ll0w current novE?ls on n/o/(v)/3l/b((in).(co/m)

    "Let''s continue." Nuen spoke before the two Emperors could, guiding the topic back to its original course. "As we established, the three countries in question have agreed to put down their weapons and disband their standing armies."

    "Really? We never received a message about that. Did we?" Mirian asked, chuckling, looking at Milan, who hurriedly looked back up from his notebook.

    "No, Your Majesty. I would remember that, and I would have put it at the top of your schedule."

    "I thought so."

    "Don''t need to play dumb." Kadosa tapped on the table, shaking his head, "It was Empress Kathrien who demanded their complete surrender before annihilating an entire city, massacring tens of thousands of innocent people."

    "Approximately, it was 70,000 souls." Mirian nodded, her face placid and uncaring, "Including the complete army of the Kingdom of Scorc, their generals, royal bloodline, and some key nobles."

    "And you feel nothing?" Ahnud asked without masking his disgust.

    "I feel grateful; without her decision to decimate our enemies in one move, I wouldn''t have the chance to become her successor. What? Should I feel sorry? Should I be lethargic? Why?"

    "If anything, that was a war crime, Empress!" Kadosa agreed, mounting the pressure on her, but she wasn''t flinching; she was smiling.

    "There were no civilians in that city."

    "You can''t be seriously saying that!" Ahnud laughed with deep sarcasm.

    "Duke Kustov, am I missing something?" She shrugged, looking at the nervous Milan, making him speak up, trying to sound confident.

    "No, Your Majesty. The city rebelled and crucified every loyal citizen, displaying their corpses on the fields before the city. We don''t have concrete numbers, but it was in the thousands... if not more."

    "Very good, my love, very good!" Mirian giggled, reading Milan''s notebook, holding it in her left hand, while his right was grabbing his shaft, stroking it at an incredible pace as they laid on her bed in her private chambers aboard the Judgement.

    "M-Miri!" He gasped for air as he climaxed, making her peek above the book, grinning, watching the fountain explode and land all over her thighs and stomach.

    "Geez, you always have so much in you! Good boy~!" She whistled and continued stroking him while returning to the book. "You take perfect notes, very nice. Will you show this to your dad?"

    "..."

    "Hehehe, you twitched." She looked at him, licking her lips, "This is why I love holding your third hand, my love; it is so honest! I don''t mind; he is loyal. Is he not?"

    "Yes, Miri."

    "Hehehe!" She giggled, leaning in and kissing the side of his face before letting him go and starting to lick her fingers clean as if it were the most delicious sauce in the world. "Make a copy for me too."

    "Y-yes..."

    "Hm? What is it? Something bothering you?" She looked at him while scooping up his seed and eating it. "If they trouble you, we can leave. Fuck them. We can glass their borders and be done with it."

    "N-no, nothing like that!" Milan yelped, sitting up straight, thinking that it was frightening that Mirian would even suggest something like that just because he was uncomfortable with sitting alongside them. "I''m just nervous; I am not even the head of my family yet."

    "Who cares? You will be soon! With this move, when we return, I will announce your great work, how good you are, how wonderful you are, how... ahh..." She gasped, sucking on her own sperm-covered fingers, looking at Milan with hungry, blazing eyes, "Then we can start preparing for marriage!"

    "A-already?"

    "Of course!" She pouted, looking really childish, "Do you know how blazing hot my pussy is right now? I want to sit on you and ride you until dawn! Uuu... but I need to keep with the protocol, or there will be problems with conceiving a child, my love."

    "A child?" He mumbled, his mouth opening wide. He felt more stunned than he had been told they would marry her.

    "Of course! You see, my bloodline manages to breed a magical person because of the machinations of Ishillia. The very first one! We have to follow a particular protocol and be virgins on the first try..., and we will need to do it at a specific time of the year, too! It is a strict ritual, but don''t worry, it will be fine!"

    "A ritual..." Milan nodded, knowing this one wouldn''t be recorded in the notebook, but he would surely tell his father about it.

    "Yep! I only know that it is a must, and seeing how we have a lot of magical members within the bloodline, it is evidently working. I once asked Old Pascal about it, and he only said it is something we inherited from the Vasas."

    "Who are those?"

    "Dunno. Why? Interested?"

    "A bit..." Milan nodded, but he also knew these were the things his father wanted to hear about the most.

    "Hmmm... Well, you were always at the top of your class in history, so it''s no wonder! Okay! I will try to learn more and tell you~! Anything for my love!" She giggled, hugging him, snuggling up to him while beginning to masturbate, moaning straight into his ears.