--Hello Pretty Boy of the Empire~! Would you mind handing over that equestrian chicken meat?
I pompously greeted the hero of the empire with a smile, he was certainly a pretty boy wrapped in his elegant white gold armor, while humming an old rock song escape from the light waves of the hero of the empire, that magic sword was a real pain, but to my luck his mount was a bit slow, my Geppo is much faster than the hero I still can't do something as wonderful as the instant translation or the Shundo that ignores distance and inertia, I can only jump and glide with much more freedom than his mount. Having delivered all the gifts I got rid of the bag throwing it to the hero of the empire, he cut the bag in anger while I continued to dodge his attacks, little by little his hippogriff began to feel tired.
"Hey pretty boy your chicken is a bit out of shape~!"
--Stop running Demon!
--Who is a Demon?! I'm a Hero just like you!
--A hero would never use tricks as vile as your demon!
--Vile tricks?... What are you a Mennonite? Study Universal History Stupid This is war!
I yelled my taunts at the exasperated imperial hero and pulled out the Mace that had been waiting on my back, thanks to me and ridiculous strength it felt incredibly light, although I had to keep kicking the sky to keep from falling, I still felt very comfortable.
--I know our world is in chaos, but that's not why we have to destroy this one!
--Did someone say about bringing nuclear bombs to this place? I just want to enjoy the moment, come pretty boy Today I'll have fried chicken for dinner~!
A wild smile bloomed on my face, my heart was beating fast and strong, the cold and oxygen-poor stratospheric air currents fueled my excitement, the rock song was still playing in the back of my mind giving me even more excitement and energy, I smiled even more more, charge the enemy. A frontal attack, simple and direct, without feints without tricks, a simple charge with the mace, we both collided, I received the cut of his magic sword with the head of the mace which was cut halfway but managed to catch the edge of the mace sword, swing with all my might he up from the mace along with my body kicking and hitting both the rider and the beast, the beast screeched and the rider growled expletives.
In our struggle, although I could not hurt the Imperial Hero, I could force him to give up his sword. Looking at the beautiful sword stuck in my mace, I smiled.
--Nice toy you have here Imperial Blonde~!
I took the sword and took it with force from its bonds, I threw the mace downwards, causing a small explosion, a new symphony of screams could be heard in the distance.
--Devil! Thief! And you call yourself a hero?!
The White Hero of the empire roared, insults and curses as he drew his spare sword. He looked at me with a pronounced and savage hatred which I couldn't resist not mocking.
Hey what's up with that look! We're at war right?! Anything goes pretty boy! And by the way I didn't ask to be a hero, I just do my part~!
I took a couple of strikes with the magic sword, which seemed to have some conscience as it felt horrible to hold in fact part of my palms were burning. [Let's see magic sword, will you stay still or will I have to see if I can bend you?] A few moments later the sword trembled and stopped burning my hands. I smiled contrary to me, the white hero of the empire made a face infinitely hurt and full of despair, the cry.
--BASTARD! YOU YOU YOU…!
--Hoho ~ ! Can you feel the awareness of this thing?
I shook the magic sword and hit it on the edge with my knuckles, the imperial bit his lips and two lines of tears came out of his blue eyes, I could only laugh, are you really crying because I stole your consent sword? Did you sleep with this thing? I know that for the samurai his sword is his life, his soul and companion but it is not your waifus? What's up with that NTR face?
Before I could continue my taunt the hero rode his hippogriff in a savage and telegraphed attack, while the hippogriff is a beast that is competent in the skies, I am stronger and now have a good knife.
--Come Chicken I'll make you steaks~!!!
I met his strike with the magic sword and kicked the hippogriff's side hard, launching us both in opposite directions, kicked the air and charged at the unsteady hero, not specifically the hippogriff, focusing on making a clean cut. The rider and his mount resumed their position and began a perfectly vertical forward charge. [How silly~] I turned my body and threw myself parallel to the ground.
-- Kyyyuuuuuuach .
--Flanders ! _
The Imperial Hero cried out in tears as he watched as he dissected his hippogriff from the throat to the base of the tail, which I now find out was called Flanders , curious name? The hippogriff's corpse was claimed by the earth, gravity doing its job dragging both mount and rider to the ground. The imperial hero jumped off his faithful steed and escaped falling quickly before opening a kind of parachute, I for my part jumped and retrieved my dinner, holding the magic sword with my teeth and the hippogriff in my arms I flew back to the Red Castle .
"You wretched, unhappy, crazy bastard, you did it!"
--I see that you are well General~
The red castle went into celebration to see me return with what was promised, the mount of the White Hero of the Empire, as well as the extra that is the Holy Relic of the Gallic Empire "The Magic Sword". General Brise literally danced with bliss as he watched the wounded and maimed Imperial army fall back, ordering the soldiers to go out and finish off any stragglers or survivors as well as recover as much loot as possible and set up the corpse towers and impalement again, although not they were well regarded by many here in the Red Castle and the neighboring towns became a tradition, as if it was a representation of ancient Wallachia [Wait, I'm actually a Count right? I'm Dracula now~?] I laughed out loud while cleaning The body of the Hippogriff, the magic sword had gone still and silent, after wrapping it in a series of cloths and strapping it to my back with leather straps, for my comfort.
The cleanup took two days, the news about my aerial assault and my victory over the White Empire hero whose name I do not know spread quickly, only there is no mention of the part where I stole his sword. I returned to my villa in the morning four days after the battle, I gave orders to Lira and Mirra and they both started to prepare the food, I asked one of the supposedly secret guards of the king to call General Brise and his wife, the old commander and to the German Emboar, a few hours later all my guests arrived plus an uninvited High Priest, but in the end we enjoyed a small private party. I of course proudly displayed my special loot, hanging the magic sword on a wall and displaying it as a hunter will display the stuffed heads of the animals he hunts.
The old commander cried tears of joy and pride, while roaring expletives against the empire, and singing praises to the dukedom, he was already quite drunk. The High Priest wanted me to give him the sword and I told him if he wanted me to break his arms and run away to the demonic army, with which he gave up, the five Emboar sisters, they were just as cute as ever, for their part Amelia Desmina Emboar the eldest of the five looked suspiciously at the twins Lira and Mirra, while murmuring.
--...Tsk, they beat us to it, if we didn't have to work so hard, we could be, Tsk~
Amelia continued to click her tongue as she ate and poured bottle after bottle of liquor down her throat, ending up passing out and being dragged into one of the guest rooms by her sisters.
General Brise and his wife whose name is Calma ate a special dish that I prepared, basically a complete combo of Hippogriff Aphrodisiac and multivitamin, the recipe came from the old commander, that old man is undoubtedly a man of culture. Brise glared at me while his wife just smiled from ear to ear, blushing, which didn't prevent her from stuffing the enhanced food into the mouth of her faithful and conservative husband. Giving the happy couple a thumbs up, I surreptitiously passed a room key to Mrs. Calma and left them. The party was a success, I woke up in my living room hugging my pretty twin maids Lira and Mira, the old commander was lying on a sofa still with a bottle of liquor in his hand and a smile on his face, I could hear the multiple steps of the Emboar sisters moving on the other floor, urging my two loves to wake up we started to prepare ourselves for another day.
The old commander and the high priest returned to their respective homes escorted by the Emboar sisters, which pleased the old connoisseurs very much. Shortly after seeing them off a very subdued shirtless General Brise crawled out of the room I lent them, hickey marks, scratches and other things still visible on his body, I smiled seeing my friend covered in medals, we both communicated without words.
--…[Mission accomplished?]
--…[Bastard! What did you feed my wife?!]
--...[Huh? Just help poor Calma~]
--…[Bastard!]
As we shared our intense, silent debate, a cheerful and rosy Calma bounded into the room with bouncy steps.
--Count thank you very much for your help~
--Don't worry, if Mrs. Calma wishes I can go hunt another three hippogriffs or any other beast. [Did you let it dry didn't you?]
--No, I can't abuse the Earl's kindness~[Yes! With this I will surely have a son~]
--No problem for friends. [We can always drug him]
--The Count is a very kind person~[I'm counting on you~]
Calma and I laugh, while we share a handshake, certainly although Mrs. Clama, is a fine, educated and demure woman, I can talk to her with many messages between the lines and she quickly returns them, certainly a good woman, somewhat crazy but a good friend.
Both of us made fun of the general's post-traumatic state a bit and already close to noon, the same unhappy messenger of the King ordered my immediate presence in the castle.