They were preparing him as best as they could. Keyaru was cleaned up, properly dressed, and taught basic etiquette. Now, along with four maids, it was Flare who accompanied the young hero to her father's throne room.
"This attire suits you so well, Keyaru. I'm surprised. "
"You also look positively stunning, Flare." Two compliments, with no way to tell which of them was more cryptically sarcastic. Although one should've admitted, the sorceress's dress did adorn her.
"Now you are just outright flattering me. Please do not ever stop doing so. "
But even before Flare could put on one of her smiles, the door to the throne room swung open, taking everyone by surprise. But not as much as...
"FUCK YOU, MARGURTH!!!" — yes, outright swearing of an old, yet sturdy man clad in a black mantle. He wore no crown aside from his whirly gray hair with no trace of balding, and the troublemaker was guarded by two dozen pikemen with Enritta banners on their armor. "I gave you the Tenth! I invested my money in you, resources!I even paid for your shitty and pathetic little conquest! But I will never let this prick bring any of Faran's bullshit into my beautiful country! " The running continued, as the elderly man pointed towards the barely visible outside of the hall, Archbishop Keziaz.
"You, hero boy." And now he glanced at Keyaru. "Run, while you still can. Unless you want that tyrant to eat you and shit you out in the worst way possible." Such were the last words of an eccentric ruler before he went out. To his credit, the rowdy king never spared a single glance at Flare.
"Oh, this again. Keyaru, let me apologize for King Traman von Mirtia's rudeness. It seems like his age brought him not wisdom, but… irrationality." — Flare explained, as the boy glanced at the monarch's back. The old man, even though he started to cough and almost stumbled, was the bravest one here. And the most lucid as well. Even if this would get him killed soon enough.
Either way, with the troublemaker gone, the two heroes finally entered the massive throne room. "THE HEROES HAVE ARRIVED!!!" — exclaimed the herald. The hall was everything but small, with an elegant throne on its other side. The mighty man with a golden crown sat there, surrounded by other rulers. Although some people were closer to him than others, like his royal mage, an elderly man named Torlun, and a tanned man in a green robe sewn with gold — Archbishop Keziaz, the head of Faran's church in Jioral...The princess hastily took one of the two small seats at her father's side. The other one was reserved for Norn, her sister. A little devil with whom Keyaru had his ups and downs, yet he was glad she was currently studying in Tarnia for the moment.
Now it was Keyaru's turn to come to the monarch and bow before him, exactly as he should have. But before speaking a word, the healer quickly summoned his jade eye.
Race: Human (?)
Name: Margurth
Class: the Knight
Level: 41 ☆
Mana: 153/153
Physical attack: 81
Physical defense: 67
Magic attack: 81
Magic defense: 75
Speed: 55
Abilities:
Fencing: 3-rd level
Destruction magic (fire and thunder): 2-th circle
Skills:
Mastery of the sword: 3-rd level, the Knight's skill. Increases attack power of bladed weapons.
Mastery of riding: 2-nd level, the Knight's skill. While mounted, increases speed stat by 10%.
And there was another.
Level cap: 41
Potential:
Mana: 90
Physical attack: 93
Physical defense: 75
Magic attack: 92
Magic resist: 84
Speed: 60
Summary: 494
What Keyaru saw was astonishing, at the very least. Margurth Rikil Jioral wasn't a hero, and yet he had reached his full potential, as he could judging by the star near his level. A monster in human form. The young hero did hear about some of the royal family's members being descendants of his kind, and that was all the proof he needed. And yet, what concerned him more was that question mark. As well as that cold and lifeless gaze. Could this man not be human at all?
"Raise your head, hero." — majestically ordered the king.
"Yes, Your Majesty." The young man did the only thing he could — obey. And while Keyaru constructed an escape plan in his head, the ruler suspiciously looked at him. The healer needed him out, period. One royal nod, and the royal magician took an appraisal scroll, wasting no time using it on the boy.
"Hm, so you are a healer?" Margurth wasn't pleased, obviously, but the reason was even bigger than Keyaru could've imagined. Either way, Flare was much worse. Even if only for a moment, her face turned into an ugly grimace of disgust.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
"We are glad to have you here. Our kingdom is in dire need of healers, so I bestow upon you the title of Hero of Healing. "
"You have my utmost gratitude, Your Liege." The lad's smile was as fake as the king's benevolence. Yet, the latter did find him a good use.
"With your power, we have no doubt that you can treat our sword master. Her power may be imposing, but even a person like her is not immune to failure. Like losing a hand to a mighty demon general". Yeah, yeah, just like before.
"I will do what I have to do to help this country!"
"That is an admirable spirit. You may leave now. " Finally, the spectacle of lies and hypocrisy has ended, and bleak little monarchs can get back to their small, pitiful affairs. Keyaru marched to the door, painfully aware of the future that awaited him. And that archbishop always gave him the creeps. The boy decided to double-check, but his jade eye… was useless. As if the creepy, smiling priest existed outside of the Laws of Deimos.
…
The following days were some of the best in Keyaru's life. A kind and considerate teacher taught him etiquette, mathematics, reading documents and following hierarchy — anything he would need in his future life in the palace... The life that would never come to be. And even though the healer knew all he could offer and much more, that feeling of being treated as a human was rather pleasant. Then he would be taught the basics of sword mastery — rather useless in the light of what was to come. And after another delicious dinner, it was time to go to sleep. Before that, however, one of the maids came to him. She was a stunning woman with deliberately unkempt short hair and violet eyes. She seductively yet hastily stripped naked in order to present herself in the best stockings and underwear Capital's manufacturers could provide. And then she kissed him while her silky hand got into the healer's pants to grope his crotch.
"S… Stop it!.. Mira!.." — the boy exclaimed and moaned shyly. And although his cheeks were flaming red, words were remembered and rehearsed.
"Oh, great hero. Please, take me! " The woman said it with passion, lust, and greed. They both knew all too well who was going to take who.
"N… No!.."
"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you." Mira caressed his skin, licking his neck and then nipples. Keyaru gasped and trembled, overwhelmed by the maid's skills. In the first world, the lad was rather happy, but now all he could see was the cutthroat craving his power, tasked with keeping a close eye on the hero. She pulled her panties, revealing a tidy pubic hairstyle. The bra soon followed, releasing her huge breasts, craving to be touched.
"Ah!.. " At last, Keyaru succumbed and hugged his warden, burying his face in Mira's magnificent chest. He licked her areolas while the woman started to rub Keyaru's naked leg.
"You are so adorable." — she said, while biting his ear. The lad felt the maid's rapid heartbeat, her sweaty skin fueled his desire, and, in the end, she ripped his shirt in two and mounted the hero of healing.
"I can't take this anymore." After rubbing a young man's penis with her butt for a bit, she masterfully put it inside. It wasn't her first time, nor would it be the last. Mira's warm insides felt like humid heaven on this accursed land, and the longer it lasted, the more rapid her tempo became, the easier it was to lose focus. But Keyaru never did. He touched his partner's lower back and cast his healing spell with a single thought. He never needed words, only focus. The maid was too busy jumping on the young hero to pay attention. She wanted power, but it went both ways. Keyaru trembled when the elite knowledge and energy entered his mind and soul. His first level up happened in the second minute of their intimacy. And finally, still pretending to be an innocent teen, the lad screamed.
"I'm… Something is going to!.. Ah!.." — Keyaru said, trying his best to act innocent.
"It's semen. Don't be scared… Uh!.. Just cum!" — Mira moaned, as Keyaru's first ejaculation went right into her trembling vagina. "A man gives, and the woman takes" — somehow, an alien thought went on in the hero's mind. The voice was deep and harsh, yet it never stayed to haunt the young man. A deal is a deal, even if one party was unaware of it. The maid got one more level to kill for, and Keyaru got stronger at her expense. He could take all the energy that wasn't enough to level up, but never did he manage to raise or lower the latter.
"Hah… Let's do it again soon, shall we? " In the end, she left. With the three other maids who peeked at them. Mira wasn't the only one; others would soon follow, making every hero's evening into an orgy. Yet, he was more than happy to oblige. After all…
"I'm going to drain all your sweet, sweet powers. Heh-heh-heh-heh!"
…
A week had passed since the hero of healing arrived in the palace. He was taught many things, including what could come in handy in bedsheets. And yet, this comfy life was but a prelude to the meeting that would turn the life of the young hero into hell.