The Conquerors bloodline

Chapter 50: The Grand Hunts

"Hnnn" Kurome whined as she brought the door to Parc's cell shut, hesitating to lock it, trapping her master in that room. She still felt the unsatisfied churning in her belly. Her master had pleasured her, made her cum. And yet she couldn't do the same for him.

He had told her to leave him because if she didn't return soon it was likely that someone would come to look for her. If they so much as got a peak at what had happened in that room that left her walking around without her stockings, she would be in immense amounts of trouble.

"Kurome! There you are, you only checking on him now?" Kurome jolted, turning in the direction of the coming voice of Wave, approaching her from down the hall.

"W-what?" She stuttered before realizing what he asked, "O-oh. Yes. I had to get new candy before I came to check on Parc." She forced her heated body to calm down

"Right,uh," Wave awkwardly rubbed his head, his eyes travelling over Kurome's body before stopping at her bare thighs. "You're not wearing stockings today."

The moment the words came from him, he regretted them. 'Way to sound like a perv Wave. Well done.' He congratulated himself.

Kurome tilted her head in confusion, her hands patting around her thighs soon finding a small moist string trickling down her inner thigh. Clenching her legs tight, Kurome speed walked past Wave.

"Kurome!" Wave reached out for her back. Letting it fall not long later. "Congrats Wave. Splendid job. Gaahhh" he ruffled his hair in frustration, "I hope she doesn't see me as pervert." He mumbled.

Not noticing a small circular splotch of water by the door to Parc's cell.

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Parc didn't like seeing Kurome like that. The way her eyes turned to those of a puppydog and the way she let out this high-pitched whimper making him feel like he was punishing her. She really took to the act like an assassin to blood.

But there really was nothing else he could do. With Esdeath having grown one of his gems after have sex with him, if she saw Kurome with one she would likely put two and two together.

He just couldn't risk Kurome's life for his own sexual desires. No matter how guilty his new puppy made him feel.

Shutting his eyes, Parc let his vision turn to that of his spider drone. Seeing a long hallway in its vision, soon covered by the tip of Kurome's fingers as she stroked her new tag with a goofy smile, that constantly shifted to her usual cold, emotionless expression whenever she passed by someone in the hallways on a swift trip to her room to get dressed into something that didn't smell of her musk.

Returning to his usual vision, Parc's eyes were drawn to an object on the floor that Kurome had thrown down when she first arrived in his room to check on him.

It aws a book, a fairly hefty one at that, at least a good few hundred pages and as long as his forearm, half that in width. Approaching it, Parc lifted it from the ground.

"The Grand Hunts. Volume 1." He read aloud the title. Confusion soon giving way to excitement. It seemed Run had gotten Kurome to give him that book he requested days ago.

Making quick steps, Parc soon found himself atop his bed, swiftly replacing the dying candle with a new one from the drawer. Pressing it into the molten wax of the stub that remained of his last one, the pressure causing some to press out swiftly hardening to form another layer atop his white wax sculpture.

He wanted to waste as little time as possible. He had spent nearly two weeks in here and now he had a book about what he hoped was the S class danger beast hunts from 5 centuries ago. And hopefully, one of the beasts will match even a few of his teigu's characteristics.

Flipping open the hard green cover, Parc was met with the first lines of the tome.

'Dedicated to those who lost their lives to the vicious beasts we hunt.'

A line that could only make Parc snort. How he wished the beasts he hunted were beasts and not monsters.

The next page held a short introduction.

'Years ago, I along with seventy others found ourselves tasked with roaming the lands on hunts for powerful, vicious beasts known as the Super Class of danger beasts. Some of the most dangerous existences that plagued the lands. The Emperor, Emperor Oolovasivius, the first of the empire was fearful of possible invasions from opposing kingdoms. So he tasked I and as well as seventy of the most elite trained soldiers to grace the empires doorstep to hunt down the Super class danger beasts and collect their bodies for use in a new project her had in the making. '

'The Imperial Arms project. Or as the finished products came to be known as, Teigu.'

'While I cannot account for much of the construction of the Teigu from me being a simple, old man who only ever held a blade and never once touched a vial or studied in the mystical arts nor that of the sciences.'

'I can however inform you, my reader, of the little I know about these mystical, all powerful objects.'

'While I and my fellow soldier hunted the beasts, the Emperor collected numerous mystics, scientists and Alchemists, bringing them to the Empire and employed them to design and craft powerful weapons, the imperial arms.'

'Each and every one crafted from a different one of these danger beasts. Assimilating their basal strengths into a weapon the size of your fist. Some even gaining almost mystical abilities to summon full sets of armour from the nothingness of the abyss or kill a man by merely cutting the skin between the fingers.'

'And near each and every one of these weapons was designed by a different person, forming a total of forty-eight of these Imperial Arms. Each unique. None the same except for two of which I will be naming later in this very book.'

'Yet strangely enough, in total me and my platoon hunted down fifty of these beasts. So just where did the final two beasts go? That is a question that has been haunting me since I dragged the last dead soldier back home to be buried in a shallow ditch with the others.'

'I won't pretend to say that I am not at fault for the construction of these abominable weapons of mass destruction. I was. And I regret every day of it. I brought forty-eight monstrous machines into being, five of which have been swiftly destroyed this last few years after their power infatuated their users. All of which have now joined my men in the dirt.'

'But with this book I hope to inform you, the reader of the various beasts that have been used to construct these weapons.

'Their strengths,'

'Their weaknesses,'

'Their abilities.'

'Their appearances.'

'So that one day, should you encounter these damnable objects, you may do what should have been done all too long ago. And put them to the hammer and shatter them to pieces. This world is no place for constructs such as these. Their power is too strong and I fear it is this power that may very well lead to the destruction of this Empire.'

Even just that was enough for Parc to lean against the wall in thought. For one, the first Emperor was name Oolovasivius, which was a mouthful to even try and pronounce.

Second, whoever this writer was, he clearly had his regrets. And by the heavens was Parc going to make full use of them to figure out his own teigu's strengths and weaknesses and possibly, if he was lucky, Esdeath's.

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Short chapter, but the next few (+- three including this one) should be as well. It's basically just going to a few info dump chapters focusing on the teigu of both Parc and Esdeath before getting back into the raunchy funtime's you all are anticipating.

(It's really just to bolster out chapters to at least show a bit of time progression.)