C24 The Riot at Midnight on the Beach

In the Twin Tribe of Marianath Beach, the night brought a hush over the settlement. After a day's toil, most of the tribe had succumbed to sleep, leaving only a few to patrol the perimeter, their eyes peeled for wild beasts that might threaten the safety of their kin.

For years, the Twin Tribe had known such tranquility, but war shattered that peace today. Their once amicable neighbors, the Hidden Treasure Tribe, fellow Nolan Tias people, surged from their Micullus Mountain homes to launch an assault on the Twin Tribe's dwellings.

New Lord Ostar of Bloomfield Region was, by chance, a guest at the Twin Tribe that fateful night. Accompanied by his maid, he was staying at the abode of the female chieftains, Clairna and Claia, never anticipating the war's reach would extend to him.

The raid struck as Ostar was deep in slumber, basking in the comfort of warm jade. The clash of battle outside jarred him awake; the wooden house's modest soundproofing was no match for the din of combat.

"What's happening? Is the village ablaze?"

"My Lord, it appears we've been stealthily attacked!"

"An enemy strike! But... wait, Clairna, Claia, what are you... And, have you mistaken your sleeping quarters?"

"Indeed! My Lord, what's the matter? Do you find fault with my sister and me?"

Prince Ostar awoke to a rather sensual tableau: the White Witch Gonias lay nestled in his arms, her cheeks aflame with a rosy blush. Roused by the commotion, her bashful gaze met his, her eyes still clouded with the haze of sleep, tempting one to indulge in mischievous acts.

Gonias's presence was no shock to Ostar. Before retiring, the golden-haired, azure-eyed beauty had been ushered onto Prince Ostia's grand bed by Chris and the other maids, tasked with attending to the Lord's needs. Overpowered by the disparity in strength and numbers, Gonias yielded, her acquiescence carrying the ease of drifting with the current.

As a true gentleman, Prince Ostia couldn't possibly turn down such a fortuitous offer and gladly accepted Gonias's offer to serve him in bed. Of course, nothing untoward happened; they simply embraced and fell asleep, face to face.

Gonias wore nothing but a thin, pure white slip, her shapely figure and silky, pale skin a delight to the touch. Holding her was a pleasure, and a caress made it hard to let go. Ostar noted Gonias's blush and her shy demeanor, and, ever the gentleman, he refrained from going any further, content to hold her gently as if she were a pillow.

Upon waking, Ostar encountered a thrilling surprise. Clairna and Claia had somehow made their way onto his bed during the night. He distinctly remembered the sisters resting in another room before he fell asleep, and couldn't fathom how they ended up by his side.

Chris and the others hadn't intervened, seemingly giving their tacit approval. Clairna and Claia lay snuggled against him, one on each side, their bodies pressed close. It was then that Ostar realized why he had slept so soundly, feeling as though he were nestled between two smooth, soft gems.

The sisters, due to their unique Slime heritage, couldn't wear regular clothing and typically fashioned special liquid armor from their own secretions. That night, however, they were in their natural state, completely bare.

These sisters were even more daring than Gonias, cozily ensconced on either side of Ostar. Had he not been certain that his black boxer shorts remained intact, he might have suspected that he had taken liberties with the youthful pair in his sleep. Given their suggestive behavior, they likely would have held no grudge against the Gentleman Prince, even if things had escalated.

"It's not what you think. I have no objections to you. Gonias, did you tell them something?"

"Lord Ostar, this... Can we perhaps discuss this later?"

"No lies, tell me now."

"Lord Ostar, I... I'll come clean."

Gonias' cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she tried to avert Ostar's gaze. However, he wouldn't allow her to look away. With a gentle reach of his large hand, he wrapped his arms around the White Witch, leaving her without recourse. Trapped in the Gentleman Prince's embrace, she felt increasingly aware of the pressure from beneath her, rendering her momentarily helpless. Gonias feared that without some form of concession, she might face severe consequences right then and there.

Locked in a gaze with Ostar, Gonias reluctantly conceded that she had been the one meddling. Before retiring for the night, the Female Leader of the Nolanthias had considered her options and decided that the New Lord was worthy of her trust. Yet, the challenge of securing the complete allegiance of the region's various primitive tribes was daunting.

To ensure the female chieftains' unwavering loyalty, the most effective strategy seemed to be for the lord to "conquer" them in sleep—a shared bed being the ultimate symbol of closeness in their culture. Hence, Gonias had deliberately misled Clairna and Claia with promises of delectable rewards in exchange for their favor with the New Lord.

Despite the formidable strength of the sister chieftains, Clairna and Claia, their love of food made them susceptible to persuasion, and they were easily lured into bed. Ostar found himself struggling to resist as he beheld their enchanting curves and delicate figures.

But what truly tested his resolve were the expressions on Clairna and Claia's faces—innocent and bewildered, seemingly unaware of the danger their allure posed to any man.

As Gonias laid out her scheme to Ostar, she spoke in the tongue of the Human Clan. Clairna and Claia, being the subjects of the ruse, could not comprehend the language and were thus oblivious to Gonias' betrayal. Upon learning the full story, Ostar chose not to question Gonias' unilateral decision. After all, nothing untoward had transpired; it was merely a matter of sharing a bed, which seemed harmless enough.

The night's splendor was always fleeting, as Ostar discovered when his evening was disrupted by the outbreak of war. The Twin Tribe had fallen victim to a nocturnal assault. As he prepared to rise and assess the situation, his Exclusive Maidservants, seated in meditation by the bedside, gently restrained him.

Chris and her two companions were seated in a triangular formation, seemingly passive, yet they were acutely aware of everything transpiring outside. They were simply awaiting specific instructions from Prince Ostia, their master. In the absence of direct orders, they would typically adopt a watchful stance. They would only intervene if the nocturnal assailants posed a real threat to their charge, Prince Ostia himself.

"Lord Ostar, there's no need for you to rise. These intruders are mere ants; they won't disrupt your splendid evening."

"Chris, is everything alright? I'm not fond of others seeing you like this."

Clad only in their thin undergarments, Chris and the others were a formidable sight, their strength undeniable. Yet Ostar preferred to keep such enticing forms for his eyes only, his transmigrator origins betraying a deep-seated possessiveness.

"Lord Ostar, we shall remain inside. Our intervention is unnecessary."

Reading the nuanced look on Ostar's face, Chris and her companions grasped that their master was indeed troubled. Opting against confronting the threat head-on, they climbed onto the bed, standing by to demonstrate their unwavering loyalty. Though not required to offer more intimate services, their dedication was clear.

This time, it was Sofia who acted. With hands clasped and a silent prayer at her chest, she mirrored the devout priests and followers of the Bright Church, who pray fervently before their deity's effigy.

From within the confines of the wooden cabin, Sofia's prayers invoked a divine spectacle. A radiant beam, akin to a colossal pillar of light, descended from the heavens, enveloping the entire Twin Tribe village.

Under the miracle's overwhelming force, every member of the Hidden Treasure Tribe invading the Twin Tribe was divinely cast out, pushed beyond the borders of Twin Tribe territory. Their meticulously planned assault crumbled in an instant. The grand golden column illuminated the night sky, visible from all corners of the Bloomfield Region, a testament to the power of divine magic.

The "Light Banish" wasn't the most formidable among the miracles Sofia had mastered. In terms of destructive power, it ranked quite low. Yet, when it came to sheer impact, it was a spectacle to behold. The towering beam of light that pierced the sky had subtly intimidated the entire Bloomfield Domain. Despite the White Witch Gonias, former leader of the Nolanthias, having pre-warned the female leaders of the various indigenous tribes about the New Lord's arrival, they largely dismissed the male lord from the Oberiske Empire. For Ostar to cement his authority and command respect in the Bloomfield Domain, a demonstration of power was essential.

That evening, Ostar hadn't intended to create such a far-reaching effect. Nonetheless, the outcome was favorable. The miraculous display would surely revise the tribal rulers' and female leaders' perception of the new male lord's capabilities.

"Lord Ostar, the disturbance may have been excessive. I apologize for my oversight," Sofia expressed her concern.

"It's alright, Sofia. As long as we're undisturbed tonight, everything else is secondary. Any issues can wait until morning," Ostar reassured her.

With the quiet outside, Ostar settled down for the night. Despite the warmth of the jade he carried, his sleep was restless. Sharing a bed with Chris and the others meant refraining from any nefarious deeds, leaving him to endure a night of mixed discomfort and contentment.

Clairna and Claia, the young sisters, had no such reservations and drifted off without a care. The White Witch Gonias, on the other hand, had a less comfortable night, ever vigilant of a potential attack. Thankfully, once Ostar fell asleep, the tension eased, and he no longer inadvertently pressed against Gonias's delicate and off-limits area.

The following morning, Ostar rose with the female leaders of the Twin Tribe, Clairna and Claia, and his personal maidservant, Chris. After freshening up and changing clothes, they emerged from the cabin refreshed and ready to assess the aftermath of the previous night's assault on the tribe. The closeness that had developed between Ostar and his companions over the night was evident, leading any uninformed onlooker to speculate about the nature of their relations during those undisturbed hours.

Thanks to their swift response, the Underground Tribe's nocturnal assault yielded little to no advantage before they were promptly banished by a "light exile." The Twin Tribe's losses were minimized, with virtually no casualties to report.

"Clairna, Claia, do either of you recognize the attackers?"

"Lord, it was undoubtedly the work of the Hidden Treasure Tribe. The abandoned gear, weapons, and armor are distinctive to their clan members in this region."