[Hour 3]
The air in the opulent royal looking bedchamber was thick with the scent of jasmine oil, sweat, and raw desire.
Candlelight danced across silk sheets and bare skin as the legendary Sword Saint, Valerie, lay sprawled across the massive bed like a conquering queen.
Her lithe, battle-hardened body glistened with perspiration, toned muscles flexing and trembling under the relentless attention of twelve devoted young women who worshipped her like a living goddess.
"Ohhh fuuuuck yessshhh! Lick that cookie harder, you greedy little sluts... put those tongues to work!"
Valerie slurred, her voice husky and commanding even as pleasure made it crack. Her fiery red hair fanned out wildly across the pillows, water blue eyes half-lidded in ecstasy.
She was the epitome of untamed beauty, short, powerfully built yet femininely curvaceous, with full, heavy breasts that heaved with every gasp and a confident smirk that never quite left her lips.
The girls swarmed her eagerly. Two latched onto her stiff nipples, sucking and nibbling with wet, hungry sounds. Another three buried their faces between her spread thighs, tongues plunging deep into her dripping folds, lapping at her swollen clit with fervent devotion.
Fingers explored everywhere, sliding into her tight snatch, teasing her ass, stroking her thighs and stomach.
Valerie's hips bucked wildly, grinding against their faces as she tangled her fingers in their hair, pulling them closer.
"I'm getting close, Yatsiiiiii! Don't you dare stop you cut little things....you hear....ahhhnnn!"
The girls moaned in response, their own bodies flushed and needy as they pleasured their idol. One particularly bold girl with gray colored hair pushed two fingers deep inside Valerie's pussy, curling them against that perfect spot while her tongue flicked rapidly over her clit.
Valerie's back arched sharply, a guttural, drunken cry tearing from her throat as her powerful thighs clamped around the girl's head.
Sloth, her lazy observer was still floating invisibly nearby, pinched the bridge of his nose with his paw, as a long-suffering sigh escape his mouth.
"Father always said Reinhard was the very embodiment of a hero...
He muttered in his slow, drawling voice.
"I refuse to believe this absolute degenerate is his descendant. This woman is pure chaos incarnate."
[Hour 4]
After a few hours at her favourite brothel Valerie left mostly drunk, but happy beyond measure with a flush face.
Now she was at her favourite casino.
The atmosphere in the luxurious casino was electric. Crystal chandeliers glittered overhead while nobles, wealthy merchants, and thrill-seeking onlookers crowded around one particular high-stakes table.
The dealer's hands were visibly shaking.
Valerie slammed her massive golden gourd down on the table with a heavy thunk, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her ocean blue eyes glassy and unfocused as she swayed slightly in her seat.
The Sword Saint was gloriously, and unapologetically wasted as fuck in this moment.
"Alriiiight, you buncha fancy pricks~
She bellowed, her words slurring together in a loud, carefree drawl.
"I'm goin all in baby! Whooo!"
She shoved an enormous pile of glowing casino chips forward with both hands, nearly knocking over several glasses in the process.
A bunch of nobles where around the table, however none of them where playing against Valerie as they know better.
Her generous chest jiggled noticeably with the motion, drawing more than a few lingering stares.
The dealer swallowed hard. Normally, the house would subtly manipulate games like this to ensure maximum profit gain and loss.
But this was the Sword Saint. Even blackout drunk, she could probably sense any cheating from a mile away.
The casino owner wasn't stupid enough to risk angering both the kingdom's third princess and the single strongest person alive.
"Ahhhh Ms. Sword Saint."
The dealer asked nervously.
"Are you betting high… or low?"
"Eiiiight-nine Hiiiigh all the waaay, ya hear me?!"
Valerie grinned wildly, slamming her palm on the table.
"C'mon, let's make this fun kiki."
She said to her oppenent.
The dealer turned to said opponent and asked.
"And how about you, Miss Hoshin?"
Kassiah Hoshin leaned back in her chair with elegant poise. She was striking beauty, she had rich chocolate skin glowing under the lights, long flowing purple hair cascading down her back, and sharp, predatory teeth visible when she smirked.
Her chest was on the small side sure, but her ass was big, as was bountiful thighs.
All Hoshin queens had large thighs after all.
Her golden eyes held a dangerous, calculating glint that made most people nervous. She was the careful heiress to the vast Hoshin Corporation empire, disciplined, strategic, and not one to throw money away recklessly.
"You better not be cheating again, Valerie."
Kassiah warned, her voice smooth but laced with irritation.
Valerie burst out laughing, nearly falling out of her chair.
"What"s the fuuun in gamblin if I cheat, Kassiah? Shuuut up and make yer bet already, ya big scaredy-cat!"
Kassiah clicked her tongue.
"Tsk. Fine. I'll go twenty-one low."
"Puuussy!"
Valerie howled with drunken laughter, pointing at her childhood friend.
"Ya scared to bet high like a real woman?!"
"Only an idiot with no common sense would bet that much on high Val, your betting twelve percent of the Castle daily treasury for fuck sake."
"Well, people only wants to play with me if bet a stupid amount of money, everyone is just bitch made these days."
"I don't blame them, only an idiot or brave fool would play against you."
"Ohh, soo yah calling yahself an idiot hehehe."
"Be greatful you are my best friend Val."
"Love you too bitch."
Kassiah shot back, though the corner of her mouth twitched with reluctant amusement.
"But I guess money isn't a problem for a reckless princess like you, is it?"
"Blah blah blahhh~ Dealer bro! Roll the damn dice already!"
Valerie cheered, pumping her fist.
Inside the giant cup were eighteen six-sided dice.
The game was brutal. Lowest possible total would be 18. Highest 108. Betting low meant playing safe.
Betting high meant doubling the wager and taking massive risk. Only nobles or the ultra-wealthy were even allowed to bet high in this place.
The dealer lifted the cup with trembling hands. The dice clattered across the felt.
After a tense count, he announced, Total score… 73! Victory goes to the Sword Saint!"
"Dammit, my parlay!"
Kassiah growled, slamming her hand on the table hard enough to make chips jump.
Valerie threw her head back and cackled triumphantly, her flushed face glowing with victory and alcohol.
"Haaahaa! That's what ya get, Kassiah! Pay up, bestie!"
Kassiah narrowed her eyes.
"You definitely cheated, didn't you?"
"Meeeee? Nooooo, I would hic neeeever cheatttt."
Valerie replied with exaggerated innocence, folding her arms under her breasts and giving her friend the smuggest, most shit-eating grin imaginable.
"Bitch, I know sarcasm when I see it."
"Then hic prove it."
Valerie challenged, leaning forward with a flushed, drunken leer.
Kassiah stared at her, dumbfounded.
"…That's impossible and you know it."
"Exactly! So it's my win~ Thanks for the cash, Kassiah! Ya know I will never say no to extra drinkin money, hahaha!"
Valerie stood up unsteadily, stretching her arms high above her head. Her impressive chest bounced freely with the motion as she groaned in satisfaction.
"Anyways… I'm kinda wasted right now. Gonna go take a shower and a naaap. Send my winnings to the castle by tomorrow, every last scent, got it? Byyyyeee Bitch!"
She sauntered out of the casino with a sway in her hips, waving lazily over her shoulder.
Kassiah sighed deeply, rubbing her temples.
"Wasn't there a law specifically preventing her from entering gambling houses? Because she always wins thanks to her ability to create any divine protection she wants?"
"Yeah…
The dealer muttered, wiping sweat from his brow.
"But Miss Valerie made it very clear that no law on this planet can stop her from doing whatever she wants."
Sighing again, Kassiah muttered.
"She is my friend and all, and I love that crazy bitch, but she might be the worst possible person the Divine Protection of the Sword Saint could have chosen. She even broke international laws again this month just to visit her favorite liquor stores in other countries."
"Sigh, I do hope the next sword saint is really well a saint."
"Most definitely."
Several people in the casino muttered in unison.
Sloth on the other hand floated lazily behind Valerie as she left, his tired eyes half-closed.
"I analyzed 1,029 different divine protections related to luck, probability, circumstance, and phenomenon manipulation… literally zero percent chance she was going to lose there. That Kassiah chick is right. That woman is no saint. Reinhard was a boy scout. This one is more like the reincarnation of Reid himself, pure asshole energy. They're terrifyingly alike…
He yawned.
"Procedure Clotho is gonna take forever at this rate. If that was just some of her divine protections… and based on my Authority, I've only grasped an extremely small portion of her total potential. She might actually be stronger than Father. Then again… I can't see the depth of his true power either. To be honest when I tried Procedure Clotho on Father, I could find no way on how to beat him with his authorities."
With another lazy sigh, Sloth continued trailing the drunken Sword Saint, sending live updates and analytics back to Nexus-3 for the next several hours.
Valerie would use her power as the sword saint mostly for selfish self serving acts, and would help other people if she could at the very least, she seems to be inclined on protecting civilians no matter how small the danger is.
However as Sloth opinion rise a little, it quickly fall when she demand money or alcohol from them as payment for her help, if they where broke she would simply said they owe her one.
"Yeah, this woman is hopeless."
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Pleiades leaned back in his chair inside the quiet office of the Shadow Garden. The holographic screen of Nexus-3-1 flickered as the live feed finally ended with Valerie's swaying hips disappearing down the street, and Sloth's lazy commentary fading out.
The room fell silent except for the low hum of the Omnicomputer.
For a long moment, the immortal sage simply stared at the blank screen, one finger tapping slowly against the armrest. Then a low, dry chuckle escaped him, the sound layered and inhuman.
For the first time in a long time.
Subaru, had the honor of re-experiencing what it felt like to laugh, utterly amuse by what he just saw.
"Haha, hahahahahahahaha ahahaha.. haaa ~~ wow, really wow! Hahaha, I swear I have seen a lot of interesting character over the years, but I must say, I never imagined to see Reid 2.0 in this era. She a lot like the first sword saint, well atleast in terms of personality at least."
"Ahhh…Well then."
He ran a hand through his shadow like hair, as his void-like eyes that where half-lidded in something between amusement and mild disbelief.
Look forward on Valerie, as he said.
"I never thought I would live to see the day one of Reinhard's descendant casually and shamelessly throwing orgies in a royal bedchamber, and gambling away the country treasury money while blackout drunk."
"The Sword Saint… reduced to a sloppy, red-haired hedonist who demands booze and favors as payment for saving civilians."
Another soft laugh escape him.
The amusement was sudden and it hit him like a truck.
"I've seen fallen heroes before. But this? This is impressive in its own fucked up and beautiful way."
Pleiades stood up slowly, the shadows curling around his shoulders like living smoke.
"Well, I will send two more Artificial Archbishop to help poor little Sloth with this era Sword Saint. Still though to think she can just straight up make any Divine Protection she wants, she is basically Reinhard but on Eldritch steroids, that much is more sure."
"But either way, I have been here for a while now, I can also sense that my pet lioness is training hard with her new found powers, a good sign how her resolved for what is to come. Well, I have kept her waiting long enough already, it's time I finally teach her how to fly through the void of space while we go pick up her new special Valkyrie armor."