Dragonborn Saga

Chapter 584 - Jonrad's Story (5): The Gangbang

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It was a moment of worry and fear when Jonrad and Princess Roselle Barynia realized that this Gala is a sweet death trap for basically all the key figures in Wayrest.

Yet all of sudden, Roselle jumped on Jonrad and started kissing him passionately then turned around while still locked into him putting her back against a wall and using Jonrad’s large body as cover.

"Holy moly sweet kaboly! What was that?" Jonrad was almost freaking out and experiencing an incredible stiffy.

"Shush! Keep acting." Princess Roselle signaled for him to continue.

"... Why not?"

Jonrad noticed the Princess focusing on something behind him and only needed him to act as a cover. He didn’t mind it at all either and dug right in.

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"This was fast! Normally with a title this cheesy, the cheese comes later in the chapter." (Jon)

"What can I say, your father is just this good." (Jonrad)

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From the angle she was positioning herself in, Princess Roselle could spot out a certain High Elf.

"That is Arenthil Wethrin, the host of this Gala and one of the two who kidnapped me." She said.

Jonrad barely turned to get the looks of the man right and nodded.

"Should we eliminate him?"

"In this crowd? It will be meaningless. We will view ourselves as criminals attacking a man in his own house and then we will have to stop the attack on the people gathered here which only he can call off as far as I am aware." She said in an agonized tone before covering her face with Jonrad’s.

Lord Arenthil Wethrin passed right behind Jonrad and seemed to have noticed the noble lady getting intimate with a male prostitute quite openly which made him give off a burst of dirty laughter before urging the gathering to have fun.

"I’m confused, should we focus on surveillance or intimacy?" Jonrad asked.

Princess Roselle looked at him shocked for why he was asking about such a thing only to realize that she has been stuck against a man for too long causing him to get rather frustrated down there.

"I will reward you handsomely as long as you keep this between us." She said in an attempt to keep what’s left of her royal dignity with him.

"Oh! It is between us alright. I am just wondering where or how it will get... ehem... resolved, that’s all." He said with a cheeky face.

"Alright. Just keep the reward on your mind for now and eyes on the prize." She said.

He kept looking at her.

She pointed towards Lord Arenthil.

"Oh! That prize." Jonrad turned away.

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Going as far as taking a leap of faith from the throat of the world, Glymet had to venture in Wayrest all to the Barracks of the Order of the Hour looking for his target, Head Knight Markam Hawksmire.

Finally, he managed to track down a high trace of activities for the Knights near the Harbor of Wayrest and lo and behold, Markam Hawksmire amidst his men preparing a ship to sail. Markam walked down from the ship and started bringing some of his men towards the city as he watched for prying eyes before speaking to them.

"This Kingdom has long since forsaken the Light of Akatosh. Brothers, the nobles have gathered in an estate not far from here and started raving, drinking and fornicating while the people suffer. On top of that, the King paid no heed to our pleas, the pleas of his people and has even turned his back against his nobles. This is no longer a functioning country and you all know it. People die on the streets like rats, the rich get richer and the poor get poorer. What we are going to do today is a purge... Brother Arenthil, the Lord of that Estate over there has gathered all the corrupt nobles he can in one place. We are going to enter the estate, kill anything that walks on two and get out in five minutes. Don’t let your identities be revealed. In 15 minutes, we will be taking the ship out of this city. No one will know we were even here."

Glymet may have heard one of the most sinister plans he ever came across. The temple of Akatosh is surely formed of commoners and they grow up with strong prejudice against the rich and corrupt like most of Wayrest’s High Society.

It is no secret that the corrupt aristocrats are struggling against the king but this rash action means that Wayrest will be crippled and no one will be able to control the mobs. Looting, stealing and instability will be the fate of this place.

Between doing his job properly and saving the city, Glymet was once again put in a choice the same as 13 years ago.

"A Martyr it is."

In an act of heroism, Glymet was about to unsheath his flaming sword and do the magic he swore not to do ages ago but in an instant...

*KABOOM*

The Estate which the Knights were aiming to attack had exploded.

Not entirely... but still, a large explosion came from there and a large portion of its outer wall was brought down. The Nobles and their guards started running for it and the Knights were panicking whether or not to go after them.

Meanwhile, Glymet just stared at the explosion with a tired face.

"Sigh! Nothing goes according to plan... ever?"

At that moment, Markam Hawksmire started coming up with a Plan B hastily and decided to block the escape route for the nobles under the pretext of securing the city from a possible attack while instigating the angry mobs to gather and kill the nobles.

The plan almost worked as the security around him lessened only to find a black-robed man with a golden katana standing in his way. Glymet finally trapped Markam Hawksmire.

"The Assassins! They have found me! To arms men."

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Five minutes ago in the Estate. Jonrad and Princess Roselle Barynia had been searching every nook and cranny for evidence incriminating Lord Arenthil Wethrin.

"We found nothing." She said.

"Of course we didn’t. A man like that won’t shit where he eats." Jonrad replied.

"Ugh! I can believe I kissed you." She said with a disgusted face, "Aside from bad language, do you have anything useful to add?"

Jonrad thought for a while before coming up with a reckless plan.

"How cowardly are the nobles of your kingdom?" He asked.

"You have no idea." She replied with a mocking tone.

"Good! We will frame Arenthil Wethrin."

"How?"

"You confront him like a galant Princess with your knights... I will..." Jonrad looked around, "... be on the fireworks."

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One feels that one is in a modern city when one visits Wayrest, but there is magic in the air that could only come from centuries of civilization. But tonight, it was all about barbarism and chaos.

Leave a man hungry and he will learn how to look for food. Leave a man hungry, oppressed and poor and he will turn into a beast the moment he sees the opportunity.

Wayrest’s poor folk have been sleeping on empty bellies for months and the prices of food were at an all-time high thanks to the heavy taxations and the ridiculous monopoly on necessary products. The middle class could always manage but it is mostly the low class in the urban areas that keeps increasing in both numbers and suffering.

Thus when the Knights started blocking the streets and the explosion went off in a rich folk’s party, all the people ran towards it instead of running from it.

It was at this time when looting and stealing food was an opportunity.

Amidst the crowd, Jonrad and the Royal Knights managed to secure a safe escape for Princess Roselle away from the mayhem.

"This was... too risky." The Princess said with a pale face.

"Don’t blame me. Your nobles are alive, the people will get all that food in the estate and we will catch the traitor. Everybody benefits." Jonrad said as he helped the Princess into her carriage.

"Sir Jonrad, I have one last request." The Princess said.

"I know. I will catch Lord Arenthil." Jonrad nodded.

"Thank you. Take an attachment of the Knight with you."

"By your orders."

Jonrad watched the carriage leave to safety first and the knights that stayed behind with him were his only backup.

And the chase began...

On the other side of town, a flaming blade scorched the air and earth as it consumed three of the Knights of the Order of the Hour in an instant. The cloaked man was advancing nonstop towards Head Knight Markam and his remaining forces as the fires of mayhem started catching up all over the city.

"KILL THE ASSASSIN!" The Knight shouted as an attachment of archers came to his aid while he made a run for it towards the ship.

The sound of iron clashing drew ever closer and on the pier just ahead of him, the Knight was met with a Nobleman descending from a carriage with his face sunken pale.

"Lord Arenthil!"

"Head Knight! The plan has failed."

"No shit? The city’s already lit ablaze."

"It doesn’t matter either way. We must leave now."

The Nobleman and the Knights joined together with the last of their remaining men as a group of conspirators and boarded the ship ready to leave the Kingdom of Wayrest. It was almost achievable... almost if not for the fact that the moment they stepped on the ship, they found that all their sailors and associates on-board were already wiped out.

Two men stood amidst the bodies one leaning on the mast and the other on the rear deck. Each of them was eyeing the group of conspirators like wolves picking out the fattest sheep in the flock.

"I say this is a good day’s work, Jonrad."

"True. I’m still taking this Elf alive though."

"As long as I take the knight’s head."

"All yours."

***

"And the screams of death and agony filled the air." Jonrad said proudly.

"I thought this was going to be inspirational." Isha complained.

"I got inspired." Jullanar disagreed with Isha.

"But Uncle, were you doing all that while wearing the tight leather pants?" Wulfur finally asked the right questions.

"With pride! They came handy later that evening, I tell you." Jonrad smiled.

Meanwhile, Jon sighed for his wasted evening.

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