"Target… Where is the target?" a blonde-haired beauty said coldly.
She was wearing a white satin dress, and she looked around the night capital city of Undrasil Kingdom. She was lost and couldn't find her supposed target.
"Miss, are you lost?" An old man asked her. He was supporting himself with a cane.
"Y-Yes… I can't find my target," the blonde-haired beauty replied with a red face.
Her cool face broke as panic filled her mind. She doesn't know how to find her target in this crowded city. She had already been looking around for several days. For some reason, she couldn't detect her target.
"Target? Are you perhaps an assassin?"
The old man widened his eyes and stared at her in disbelief.
Hearing his words, her cold face quickly returned.
"I'm not."
"Hmmm… How about a deal?" the old man asked her as a grin slowly appeared on his face. He believed that she was an actual assassin.
"A deal?"
The blonde-haired beauty raised an eyebrow at his words.
"Let's talk about this in private," the old man replied.
"Okay."
The blonde-haired beauty followed the old man, and soon, they disappeared into the crowd.
…
"Master, yes! Pull my wings! B-Break it!" Aezel screamed as Lawrend pounded her from behind.
Her gray wings were extended outwards and he was grasping and pulling onto it. He used it as leverage to thrust deep inside her.
"Break your wings? Who knows how long that would heal. You masochistic demon-that-evolved-to-a-fallen-angel," Lawrend replied as he continued shaking his hips.
"Ahhnn! It hurts, but it also feels gooddd!" Aezel moaned in pleasure.
Meanwhile, Grape was watching them from the side. She was sitting on the floor in a casual seiza position with her mouth wide open in shock.
"Sister Aezel is so masochistic…" Grape muttered.
"I'm about to cum, Aezel," Lawrend said.
He hastened his thrusts and strengthened it. Now, she could feel her whole body being filled with pleasure.
"Ah! Ahh! Ahhhh! Yes! Cum inside me, Master!" Aezel moaned crazily.
In one strong swing of his hips, Lawrend pushed his cock against the entrance of her womb and came.
"Ahhhhh!"
Aezel rolled back her eyes and extended her tongue out.
After a while, Lawrend pulled out of her. She flopped down, but Grape promptly caught her.
"Sister Aezel…" Grape called out to her.
"..."
She was unresponsive. Her mind was still relishing the sensation of his holy sword and the semen it poured into her.
"Let her sleep on one of the beds. I'll go to sleep. The two of you tired me out," Lawrend said tiredly.
"Yes, Master." Grape nodded her head respectfully.
Lawrend flopped himself onto the bed and closed his eyes.
The next morning, he woke up to Aleshia sleeping beside him. On the other side, Amene was cuddling his arm.
"Mmnyaa… Master…" Amene sleep talked.
"Master, it's time for you to attend the academy again. Are you ready?" Aleshia asked him sleepily.
"It's that day already? Time sure flies really fast," Lawrend replied.
"You're wrong, Master. You actually exceeded that time by several days already. I spoke to your instructor about it," Aleshia replied with a wry smile on her face.
"Wait, really? It didn't feel like it," Lawrend replied in surprise.
"You were too busy, Master. It's natural that you'd forget about it."
"I see. Then let's go eat and go. I can probably take the test now to become a Third-Year," Lawrend said.
"I'm sure you can do it, Master," Aleshia said with a warm smile on her face.
"Thank you, Aleshia. I'll do my best," Lawrend replied.
…
Soon, they finished eating, and Lawrend left the mansion with Aezel following behind him.
"Master, let's do that again. It was fun. I experienced true bliss when you did that," Aezel said to him.
"Yes, yes. Let's not talk about that in public," Lawrend replied as he was stepping onto a carriage.
"Fufufufu. My bad," Aezel replied as she followed after him.
The carriage started moving forward and left the front of the mansion, but just as they were passing through a shortcut road, someone stood in front of them. As a result, the coachman was forced to stop.
It was a blonde-haired beauty. She stared at the carriage coldly.
"Master, who is that? I feel dislike towards her," Aezel said as she peeked her head out of the window.
"I don't know. Prepare yourself, Aezel. She might be a threat," Lawrend said.
"Yes."
Hearing the word 'threat', Aezel nodded her head solemnly.
"Lawrend Horiel. Come out. The Bloodflower Assassin Organization wants your blood," the blonde-haired beauty said.
"What!? They sent such a beautiful girl to assassinate me!?" Lawrend exclaimed in shock.
Were they really that awesome that they have beautiful assassin girls in their arsenal?
"What is the Bloodflower Assassin Organization?" Lawrend asked with a faked confusion on his face.
"As part of a deal, I will take your life," she said coldly.
"Aezel, can you take her on?" Lawrend asked her seriously.
"I don't know… I can't sense her strength, Master," Aezel replied.
"There must be an artifact on her body. I doubt it that the Bloodflower Assassin Organization has a Grand Mage," Lawrend replied.
"Who are you?" Lawrend asked.
"My name is Ramiela. I will be killing you, human. May the Goddess forgive you of your sins," Ramiela said.
"The f*ck!" Lawrend cursed in disbelief.
He never expected that an assassin would say something like that when he was sent here by the Goddess herself. It only made it sound like a joke to him.
"Close your eyes. It would only take a mere instant," Ramiela said as she slowly raised her hand towards him.
"Wait!! Wait!" Lawrend shouted and hastily opened the door of the carriage.
"Don't exit, Master. It may be a trap," Aezel said and grabbed his shoulder.
"Target found."
Ramiela took notice of Aezel, who stopped Lawrend from exiting the carriage. Her eyes locked onto her arm and focused.
"A fallen angel from an unknown source."