C21 The Complete Defeat of the Mischievous Sisters

Located in the Bloomfield Domain, Marianas Beach is the prime location for constructing a port, home to the Twin Tribe. Beyond the beach, nestled in the Miquus Mountains, lies the Hidden Treasure Tribe, whose strength surpasses that of the Twin Tribe. Despite their power, they maintain a low profile and refrain from initiating conflicts with other tribes.

The Twin Tribe and the Hidden Treasure Tribe are both part of the Nolan Teas people, with no inherent racial conflicts. Under normal circumstances, the likelihood of war between them is minimal due to the tension and overlapping territories that complicate their relationship.

The nearby islands off Marianas Beach fall under the control of the Lornos Beer tribe. The Holy Ruin Elf Tribe and the Twin Tribe face each other across the waters, engaged in a standoff. Currently, neither side is equipped for war, as their shipbuilding capabilities are subpar, making a battle without proper means a challenging prospect.

Prince Ostar, as the new ruler of the Bloomfield Region, intends to establish his own port at Marianas Beach. This move would reduce his reliance on Magyr Port and alleviate a significant burden in tariffs and business taxes.

Securing the support of the Twin Tribe is essential for the construction of the dock, a fundamental prerequisite. However, the female chieftains of the Twin Tribe, sisters Clairna and Claia, are not inclined to compromise easily.

The various indigenous tribes of the Bloomfield Domain, including the Nolanthias, Lornos Beers, and Sarachanim, are matriarchal societies led by formidable women. Many of these matriarchs harbor biases against men, deeming them of little value.

Rosie, the former chieftain of the Underground Tribe, known as "Mouse Mother," held less prejudice against New Lord Ostar, out of respect for the Nolan Teas leader, the White Witch Gonias. At least outwardly, she showed considerable respect. However, when dealing with the Twin Tribe's chieftains, the sisters Clairna and Claia, who possess Slime attributes, they proved to be less accommodating than Rosie.

Inside the wooden house of the Twin Tribe's chieftain, a fierce confrontation was inevitable. Ostar typically preferred to persuade with logic, but in exceptional cases, resorting to force was a viable option. This was precisely the case with Clairna and Claia; reasoning with them was futile, and they had to be subdued by force, where martial virtue was a necessary condition.

Ostar stayed out of the fray, as his combat abilities were limited. His martial arts might suffice against the average citizen, but likely not against the seasoned members of the primitive tribes. Faced with the formidable fighting prowess of the female chieftain, he had to depend on his subordinates, entrusting the situation to his three exceptionally strong Exclusive Maidservants.

Chris and Yulia engaged in the battle, both specializing in offensive tactics, while Sofia remained at Ostar's side, her skills more suited for defense. The White Witch Gonias observed from a distance, keeping a neutral position.

Gonias, as the titular head, didn't directly govern the tribes and lacked any substantial authority. Black Witch Lolitana found herself in a similar position, wielding influence but not direct control, serving more as a figurehead or spiritual leader.

Among the leaders of the three great races, only the Snake Witch Samardia held significant sway, directly overseeing her tribes with authority surpassing both Gonias and Lolitana. In this conflict, Gonias astutely opted for neutrality, distancing herself from the fray.

Gonias knew her limits well. Any one of Lord Ostar's personal attendants could easily overpower her, making it prudent for her to remain an observer. At most, once the dust settled, she could emerge as a mediator to help reconcile the parties involved.

"Lord Ostar, rest assured, I will ensure your safety. This defensive barrier is so strong that not even gods or the Demon King could breach it. Oh... my apologies, that last remark was in jest. Please don't take it seriously."

"Sofia, your tone... It didn't quite seem like you were joking just now, did it?"

"Lord Ostar, I was just kidding around. Please don't take it to heart!" Sofia stood gracefully beside Ostar, her golden locks billowing in the breeze, a sly twinkle in her golden eyes. Despite her sweet smile, Ostar couldn't shake the feeling that her previous remark was far from a mere jest. It seemed that not even the gods or the Demon King could penetrate the invisible magical barrier Sofia had woven around him.

Sofia's gear had been completely dissolved by the slime's secretion, leaving her in nothing but her delicate sky-blue lingerie. Thankfully, she wasn't wearing the gold, hollowed-out underwear she had on aboard the "Victoria" merchant ship. The lingerie she wore today was far more modest, less revealing, and lacked the overtly sensual design of the gold set. It resembled a standard bikini swimsuit, not quite sexy enough to completely overwhelm one's senses. Yet, Sofia's perfectly proportioned figure exuded an allure that made Ostar's gaze linger, drawn in by an undeniable temptation.

The White Witch Gonias approached, taking her place on Ostar's other side. She, too, had fallen prey to Clairna and Claia's prank, her equipment and clothing reduced to a mere wisp of lingerie by the slime's attack.

Gonias's undergarments were pure white and somewhat sheer, the outline of her form faintly visible beneath. Noticing Ostar's eyes on her, she blushed, her pretty face adopting a bashful look as she crossed her arms over her chest.

Gonias was puzzled. Why didn't Sofia, standing right there, show any sign of embarrassment? Not even a hint of shyness crossed her face. Had she become so accustomed to such situations? Yet, it was clear to Gonias that Sofia had not yet been touched by love; this should be her first experience. So why was she bolder? It was utterly baffling.

"Lord Ostar, please don't... don't stare at me like that. It makes me feel awkward," Gonias murmured.

"Gonias, you're wearing a swimsuit, aren't you? There's no need to be so bashful," Ostar replied.

"Lord Ostar, do you truly intend to kill those two?"

"No, I plan to talk it out with them. Rest assured, I have a handle on the situation."

Gonias was powerless against the blatant gentlemanly gaze of Ostar. She could only clasp her hands over her chest and stand there, blushing, as he provided her with an out. Seizing upon the Lord's insinuation, she tacitly agreed that she was donning a bikini, not lingerie, which made the embarrassment more bearable.

In an attempt to alleviate the charged atmosphere, Gonias shifted the conversation, trying to refocus Ostar's attention on the battlefield before them. However, it seemed to have little effect. Even as Ostar observed the combat, he continued to appreciate Gonias at his side. The Gentleman Lord was quite sly in some respects, first leading Gonias to accept her attire as a swimsuit, and then, even as he openly admired her, she found herself without a solid argument to object. By the time she sensed something amiss, it was too late.

At the forefront of the battlefield, individual duels unfolded: Chris versus Clairna, and Yulia against Claia. Normally, these Slime demon girls fought in tandem, their combat style characterized by synchronized, paired tactics. Together, they executed numerous combo moves.

This time, however, the battle was different. Chris and Yulia had quickly discerned their opponents' strategy, splitting them up and forcing one-on-one confrontations. This effectively neutralized the advantage of their combined skills, preventing them from leveraging their strengths. By seizing the initiative from the outset, they gained the upper hand.

"Curse it, you're so unfair! Who starts fighting before the rules are fully explained? Ah, wait a second..."

Clairna continued to protest while evading Chris's assaults, but her objections fell on deaf ears. Without a common language, and absent Gonias's translation, Chris couldn't understand a word Clairna said, much less engage in dialogue.

During the clash, Clairna summoned viscous slime to attack, a typical offensive tactic among Slime demons. Slimes themselves were immune to physical attacks and highly resistant to most magic. On the Strange World Continent, unlike their feeble counterparts in certain Earth-based online games, Slimes were considered a hidden, high-level demonic species when ranked by level.

However, Clairna was simply outclassed by Chris. The disparity in their combat abilities was staggering. Chris launched a mental assault so swiftly that Ostar couldn't even perceive her method of attack. With a mere flick of her fingertip, Clairna was sent hurtling through the air, her special pink and red armor shattering in an instant, leaving her exposed and her garments in tatters.

"Sister, I'll fight with everything I've got..."

Claia, witnessing her sister's defeat from across the battlefield, lost focus for a moment. This lapse allowed Yulia, her opponent, to seize the opportunity with a special attack that appeared to be a gravity wave. Overwhelmed by the intense gravitational forces, Claia collapsed, unable to rise, her aqua blue armor shattering just like Clairna's, leaving her similarly exposed. Both sisters suffered a crushing defeat, their clothes obliterated on the spot.

Ostar was taken aback. He had assumed that beneath the sisters' special armor, there would at least be some undergarments for modesty's sake. To his astonishment, they were completely bare underneath. Once their armor was destroyed, they were left utterly exposed.

It was only later that Ostar learned from the White Witch Gonias about the primitive tribes living in the Bloomfield Domain. The female chieftains who governed these tribes typically wore no undergarments, adhering to a local tradition where the concept of undergarments had not yet taken root.

"Lord Ostar, we've brought the person you requested. How do you wish to proceed?"

"Lord Ostar, perhaps we should... appoint a new representative to lead the tribe as chieftain."

"There's no need for that. I have a plan. Bring them here; I want to find a place to talk things over with them. They should be willing to listen to me now."

The battle was over in a flash, culminating in an overwhelming victory for Chris and Yulia. The outcome was as Ostar had anticipated; the gulf in fighting prowess between the combatants was vast, their strengths not even comparable. The conclusion of the conflict had been inevitable from the start.

Next up was the persuasion effort. Ostar wasn't entirely confident, but he had to try and see if he could convince these two headstrong and mischievous little girls to heed his counsel. The Twin Tribe wasn't short on food, unlike the Underground Tribe. The environments of the two were incomparable, making it impossible to draw any parallels. The crux of gaining the tribe's allegiance lay in getting the two female chiefs to agree to his governance and recognize Ostar's lordship and authority.

"Lord Ostar, you... you're not planning to do anything peculiar, are you?"

"Gonias, you're overthinking it. I... I have no interest in little girls. If I were after that sort of thing, I'd much rather... you know, simply take them to the beach. There'll be no funny business."

The White Witch Gonias's cheeks turned pink. Seeing Clairna and Claia, the sisters, unconscious and in a vulnerable state, her thoughts couldn't help but stray.

Previously, Ostar's gaze had been so chivalrous that Gonias couldn't shake the suspicion that the new lord might be plotting to whisk the bare-skinned little girls away to some secluded spot for indecent activities.

Ostar refuted the idea immediately. He wasn't the paragon of virtue, nor had he explicitly stated he wasn't attracted to young girls. But his current intentions were strictly business. If he were seeking pleasure, Gonias would undoubtedly be at the top of his list. There was no reason for Ostar to bypass his maidservant and go straight for the sisters.

"Lord Ostar, are you truly just heading to the beach? You won't be going anywhere else?"

"Absolutely, Gonias. Why don't you join us? Once we're there, you'll see for yourself. I'm also keen on assessing the coastal conditions here."