May God's Grace Be Upon the King of the Fallen Kingdom - Chapter 2 Part 2

Eoleare looked at Sosphus in a dazed and dizzy state, wondering what cruel act he would force him to do next. Sosphus used his fingers to touch Eoleare’s gaping and twitching hole.

“Push out what’s inside, using your strength.”

“Like laying eggs,” Sosphus added. Eoleare couldn’t help but feel embarrassed at his words. Eggs? But the sight of Eoleare pushing out lychee eggs one by one from his hole was no different from a chicken laying eggs. He didn’t want to show Sosphus such a shameful sight.

However, Sosphus pressed Eoleare’s lower abdomen with his fingertips, urging him to push out the eggs. After all, he couldn’t keep carrying around five lychee eggs in his belly. Eoleare pushed with all his might, trembling.

“Heuu, euu…”

With a sudden feeling of release, one lychee egg popped out and fell onto Sosphus’ palm. Sosphus brought the fruit, which was mashed and mixed with his s*men, to Eoleare’s mouth. Eoleare, realizing what Sosphus was demanding, shook his head in disgust. Sosphus spoke in a relaxed voice.

“You have to eat it. It’s a waste not to.”

“I don’t want to…”

Eating a fruit that had been inside his hole and was now covered in Sosphus’ s*men was too much for Eoleare to bear. He begged and cried, 

“I don’t want to, I don’t want to…”

But Sosphus didn’t listen. He grabbed Eoleare’s chin and forced his mouth open, pushing the lychee fruit covered in s*men inside. The first taste was bitter because of the s*men, but then the refreshing and sweet juice mixed in Eoleare’s mouth. He was actually happy that he could swallow the juice with his dry throat, which had been strained from moaning too much.

After swallowing all the lychee flesh, Eoleare spat out the seeds onto Sosphus’ hand. Sosphus threw away the seeds and stroked Eoleare’s blonde hair, which was wet with sweat.

“Well done. How many are left?”

“… Four.”

“Now you’re counting well.”

Sosphus continued his actions, speaking in a tone of praise as if he were complimenting a pet dog. Eoleare had to push out the remaining four lychee eggs from his hole, and Sosphus fed him each one covered in s*men. When Eoleare swallowed the flesh of the last egg and spat out the seed, his pain and shame finally came to an end. At least for today.

After washing his dirty hands and tidying his clothes, Sosphus left the room, leaving Eoleare, who was covered in various fluids and lying on the table, behind. Eoleare called out to Sosphus as he drifted away in a daze.

“Sosphus.”

“Yes?”

Sosphus turned around. He had a pure and dignified face as if nothing had happened. In contrast, Eoleare, who was dirty and miserable, asked him, 

“What did I do wrong?”

Sosphus remained silent in response to Eoleare’s question. Eoleare couldn’t think of anything else. In the past, which Eoleare couldn’t remember, Sosphus made a vow to Eoleare. It was because of that vow that Sosphus was now treating Eoleare with such contempt.

There was no doubt that Eoleare had done something wrong. Whether it was the vow itself or the fact that he couldn’t remember it, it had seriously affected Sosphus’ mind. Otherwise, how could someone who was a high-ranking official engage in such behavior as turning an enemy king into a sex slave instead of executing him?

However, Sosphus answered with a smile on his face.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, Eoleare III.”

That smile seemed sad and mournful.

“I was the one who did wrong.”

Leaving only vague words behind, Sosphus left the room.

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Sosphus headed to the Imperial Council, where the key figures of the Terra Dominé Empire, including the wise and brave Emperor Eudysio, who was in the prime of his life, and the High Priest Sosphus, the only one who had received a divine oracle despite his young age, gathered. They had a kind of symbiotic relationship in a tense balance.

Formally, the High Priest pledged loyalty to the Emperor, but most of the Emperor’s political decisions were made in accordance with the oracles he held. On the other hand, the Prime Minister had no military forces that he could command at his own discretion. However, the Emperor could not ignore him, and the High Priest could not easily dream of rebellion, so a sort of peace was maintained between the two.

That peace was now being dangerously threatened, all because of none other than the King of the fallen nation Solas, King Eoleare III’s treatment.

The Emperor wanted to execute Eoleare just like the leaders of other destroyed countries. Unity and fairness were important in the Empire’s governance. They had to treat the conquered countries equally to avoid any backlash.

The execution of the King and the royal family, the treatment of the officials who submitted to the Empire, the harsh punishment of those who resisted until the end, and the equal incorporation of the general population into the Empire’s citizens. That was the Emperor’s strategy. Leaving exceptions was dangerous. Especially if it was due to the High Priest’s personal desires.

“When is it best to execute Eoleare III?”

The Emperor asked solemnly. Sosphus replied without wiping the smile off his face.

“Is it that urgent, Your Majesty?”

“It is urgent.”

The Emperor’s response was firm. It had been almost a month since the fall of the Solas Kingdom and Eoleare became a prisoner. The Empire had never kept a conquered king alive for this long. Even if the High Priest, Sosphus, hadn’t been protecting Eoleare, he would have been executed a long time ago.

“I was willing to turn a blind eye to a certain extent.”

That was true. Sosphus was the one who turned a country that was nothing more than a kingdom into the Terra Dominé Empire and turned Eudysio, who was a king, into an emperor. After receiving the first divine oracle at the age of thirteen, Sosphus fought and won consecutive victories for ten years according to the oracles.

One of the reasons why the Emperor trusted Sosphus was that he seemed to have no particular ambition. Sosphus seemed to be pursuing something else that was not easily grasped, rather than the power of the world. The Emperor thought he now knew what it was. It was Eoleare.

“I don’t think I’ve crossed any lines, Your Majesty.”

Sosphus spoke softly. However, his determination not to execute Eoleare and never let him go from his grasp was unwavering. The Emperor couldn’t back down as an emperor. He had no personal grudge against Eoleare, but that didn’t mean he could spare his life. It was for the unity of the Empire’s governance and the balance of power with the High Priest. The Emperor issued the final verdict.

“If you want to save Eoleare III, come back with a divine oracle that orders his release.”

“….”

“If there is no divine oracle, the execution will be carried out on the day you return.”

Sosphus bit his lip. There were only seven days left until his return. Moreover, he couldn’t receive an oracle just because he wanted to. He couldn’t lie that he had received it.

When a divine oracle was given, rain poured from the dry sky, thunder and lightning struck, and the voice of the god that only Sosphus could understand was heard from the split sky. It was Sosphus’ mission to convey God’s words to humans. To receive an oracle to save Eoleare within seven days. It was like telling him to give up on Eoleare.

Of course, if Sosphus could give up on Eoleare, he wouldn’t have started loving him in the first place.

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