P1 – Royal Insider Edition
(Prince POV)
Inside a throne room are lavish carpets, banners, chandeliers, and other expensive decorations. The floor, walls, and ceiling is made of mithril in order to strengthen the power of traps that are primarily used to kill assassins or execute anyone against the father’s decisions. The thrones where my father, mother, and my sibling’s mothers sat also have parts made of orichalcum enchanted to protect anyone sitting on them.
A maid had informed me that my father had requested my presence in the throne room. There are not many reasons why my father would need me outside of a marriage arrangement or some diplomatic mission. Strangely enough, all of my siblings have been called by our father.
My elder brother, Richter, with short, blonde hair was wearing a golden vest and trousers with orange embellishments. My younger brother’s, Ventra’s, blonde hair extended to his shoulders and he was also wearing a golden vest, but with brown embellishments. My elder sister, Natalie, had long, blonde hair that extended to her waist and she was wearing a golden dress with transparent parts in some areas. My younger sister’s, Eyutria’s, blonde hair extended down to her shoulders in curls and she was wearing a golden dress with silver and green embellishments. As for me, my blonde hair was kept short and I was wearing a golden vest with purple embellishments.
“My children, I have called you here today to inform you that the heroes will soon be summoned.” Everyone’s eyes lit up with pride at the thought of getting to meet the heroes.
“I know everyone is excited, but please calm down for a bit. As we all know, heroes can be quite selfish and cause a lot of problems for the kingdom. Luckily, our ancestors figured out that heroes are most cooperative when you satisfy their desires for a harem, fame, and wealth.”
Despite my fascination with the legends of heroes, I can’t help but grimace as I remember what the academy taught us in history class. Heroes can be quite idiotic in their pursuit of justice, slow at their acceptance in killing others, against slavery but try to reel in beautiful women in any way they can, keep secrets from us, and never spread knowledge about the weapons in their world.
At one point in our history, the king was killed by the hero who had then claimed the throne. He slept with the king’s wives, concubines, and daughters as well as every other woman he had obtained during his journey. That despicable hero had even gone to a rival kingdom to capture one of the princesses that our country had married off and killed her husband. Nobody could do anything about it as he also had 3 other heroes in his harem. Eventually he died of old age after leaving behind a world record for harem size with 666 women who all bore his children.
“As such, I would like for each of you to provide for them in any way you can. Should they want money, then give it to them. Should they desire to be popular, then sing them praises across the kingdom. Should they desire comrades, then gather the best for them. Should they desire your body, then offer yourselves up to them.”
Most of those requests were reasonable, but that last line caused my sisters to slightly tremble. Natalie is supposed to marry in a few months with an elven prince that she fell for. Unfortunately, Eyutria is still open and will likely have to bed the hero in order to protect our sister.
I grit my teeth at the thought of MY sister being abused by those heroes. Even if they are legendary, I swear I will cut them down if they lay even one finger on my beloved younger sister. She is mine and mine alone to savor the taste of her beautiful body.
“I know I am asking far too much of you, but I believe it is better to cooperate than to provoke a hero. Do you agree Richter?” With a powerless sigh, father continues on. In any other situation I would slit father’s throat here and now, but even I will need to plan when I am up against a hero.
“Yes, father.” Without a care in the world, Richter agreed with father. It irritates me that he doesn’t even care about the wellbeing of our siblings in the slightest.
“Natalie?” While briefly closing his eyes, he continues his roll call.
“…Yes, father.” A hint of hesitation and unwillingness was present in Natalie’s voice. Nevertheless, she has resolved herself for what may be the inevitable. Sister, you are too good for that trash.
“Dravilos?” Father grimaces as he asks me next. He knows my love for my sisters, yet he hopes for me to understand ‘his way’ this time.
“Yes, father.” I gave a smile that hid all traces of danger from my face. It seemed to work since father’s expression lightened up a bit.
“Ventras?” He continues while slightly turning his head towards my youngest brother.
“Yes, father.” I would hate Ventras too for easily agreeing, but he has always been a pushover. He doesn’t have the guts to rebel against father. That is fine. I am more than capable of ending father’s life on my own.
“Eyutria?” Finally, he asks my beloved younger sister that dreadful question. Overflowing rage fills my entire being, but I kept it under wraps. For now.
“…” The room falls silent for a minute while waiting on my beloved younger sister to respond.
“Eyutria?” That despicable father of mine repeats his question in order to force MY beloved younger sister to accept such a cruel fate.
“…Yes….father.” Unfortunately, she had no choice to but to accept. That doesn’t mean I didn’t notice her tear stained eyes in my peripheral vision. Don’t worry! Big brother will never let anyone touch you with their filthy hands!
“Everyone has agreed then. That’s good.” A long sigh of relief escapes his lips. “Now, we must make our way to the courtyard to grace the heroes with our presence. Do not forget to show them the majesty of royalty. Most of those country bumpkins are easily swayed by those with authority.”
You might be wondering why we are not already waiting for the heroes from the beginning of the summoning ritual. The reason is because it is an ungodly long ritual. Forget the complications in order to start, but about 50 archmagi have to constantly chant that spell for a whole week in order to succeed. Utterly stupid and ridiculous, but that’s magic for you.
As we crossed lavishly decorated hallways and maids donning the regal uniform of a royal maid, we spotted the dozens of archmagi surrounding a complex summoning circle that had a radius of 20 feet. Each of them are completely focused on their task which is admirable since I don’t think I could ever pull it off. Respect is also reserved for the maids that took care of their bodily needs during this time.
Off to the side is a podium with multiple floors where some of the nobility and priestesses are seated. A scowl forms on my face as a few of the nobles give lewd looks to my sisters. If only I killed more of those bastards back then.
We walked up the middle ramp all the way to the top for our prestigious seats that will further amplify our aura as royalty. It’s some silly tradition amongst royalty that we have to signify our position by claiming the highest spot. Supposedly, it encourages loyalty but it never seems to stop assassination attempts. One day a king might realize their own naiveté.
It seems we arrived just in time as a bright golden flash erupted from the center of the summoning circle. Majority of the nobles were blinded, but we royals and the priestesses have strong enough eyes to not be bothered by it. As such, we were able to see the heroes earlier than the others.
There were 21 heroes lying on the ground. Each of them are dressed in their otherworldly attire that is made with far better quality than even father’s clothes despite being so plain. Their genders, like usual, are equally distributed.
It seems they are groaning from the nausea from being teleported across dimensions, if there is such a thing. Some magi theorize that their world exists in another dimension since it has no mana. Good luck proving it though.
As the intense light died down, everyone else began to regain their vision. The heroes were steadily getting up even if it they were still a little wobbly.
Many of them seemed dumbfounded by their surroundings so father took it upon himself to begin his role as the benevolent king that is desperate to save his people. Benevolent my ass! One of his so called concubines used to be a beastkin princess who was captured by slavers that were coincidentally funded by the royal treasury for their heroic mission against the invaders that attacked one of our villages. Need I mention that said village was exterminated by human knights and the princess was an ambassador on her way to make a peace treaty with us?
“Heroes, welcome to the world of Fetria. I am King Valos Selvim Seraph Nelium and I am the current king of the kingdom of Nelium. I have summoned you here today so that we may call upon your power to defeat the demon lord and his sinful army. Please save our people!”
Father pauses for a minute to allow his words to sink in and to wait for the inevitable doubts within that these supposed ‘high school’ students will have. And sure enough, there were quite a few “Bullshit”, “Don’t joke with me”, and “Take us home or I will beat you” lines all over. Heroes truly lack composure.
All of the bickering ended when one of heroes walked forward and kneeled before the king before spouting similar lines to what the main hero always says. “Of course we will help you Your Majesty! How can we possibly ignore people in need?” The blonde haired hero says all this with a righteous grin on his face. Justice maniac confirmed.
Following behind him were 2 girls who were most likely a part of his harem. One was a girl with rich, chocolate hair that was combed to cover one of her sapphire eyes. The other was a girl with long, black hair that went down to her waist.
It bothered me slightly that she had black hair, but I only needed to remind myself that their world has no mana. Her hair will naturally change colors soon enough.
“Yup, Yup! There is no need to ask us to help people!” Chocolate hair girl cheerfully says while skipping towards her friend.
“Besides, we get to be heroes! Those heroic figures revered by the people for doing heroic deeds!” Black hair girl energetically says while jumping on her feet and squirming like a girl in love.
Slowly, the others came forward and kneeled as well. Only one guy seemed hesitant to join them. “Hey guys, are you serious? Doesn’t this seem even a little suspicious to you. We don’t even know them or if the demon lord is even evil!”
It always happens that one hero in such a large group will actually have a brain. It’s never conducive for the plans of the king, but that hero will inevitably end up becoming more powerful than the other heroes due to relying on his analytical skills. Records state that it’s best to just let this one go as the others won’t follow us if he just disappears for no reason.
“Josh, how can you say that? Can’t you see how desperate the king is to help his people?” A frown forms on the blonde hero as he looks at that guy as if he is crazy. So his name is Josh?
“Yeah! And we all know the demon lord is evil in the stories.” Chocolate hair girl only tilted her head as if stating the obvious.
“What else is a hero to fight if not the demon lord?” Black hair girl says as she has a hand on her hips.
Ah, the utter cluelessness of heroes. It’s actually quite amazing how easy they are to manipulate if you just throw out a few words to egg them on. That Josh guy is grimacing due to the fact that he knows he can’t stop this.
“No need to fight amongst each other heroes. Unfortunately, we can not send the unwilling back to their world until the demon lord is defeated. It is unknown why that is though, but it is the experience of heroes in the past.”
Father speaks a half-truth in order to seal the deal and all but Josh readily accepts it. It is not completely wrong as we can send the heroes back, but it is like a black box. Nobody comes back to tell if it works or not. Nobody knows if heroes who possess magic suddenly appears in a world without magic will have health concerns. Most heroes stay behind anyways since they can’t let go of their immense magical power in a world that is more primitive than theirs.
“However, we can not possibly send heroes without training to the demon lord. As such we will have you properly taught by the best warriors and mages in the country.”
A dozen knights and archmagi walk forward and introduced themselves to the heroes in turn. Afterwards father had a few maids show the heroes to their rooms and invite them for dinner later.
Tomorrow is the day where I can watch the heroes in action. Feelings of excitement well up within me, but it is quickly dampened when I noticed a few heroes lustfully appraising my sisters as they were being led away. It took everything I had to not scowl then and there, but I am glad I kept it in. Now, nobody will think it is me if a few heroes mysteriously vanished.
Only I am allowed to look at my sisters in that way and especially my beloved younger sister! I will flip this country to destroy whoever dares to get close to her!
With the heroes departure, the rest of us began to prepare for the dinner. Using this brief moment of respite, I excused myself so I could discretely meet with someone. I walk through the halls of our castle that was built as a maze to ward against intrusions. Not that it matters if an assassin got inside since it’s impossible for them to kill us.
After making a few specific turns and heading down the stairs leading to the basement, I am greeted with my father’s entertainment room. Inside are a bunch of women that he has kidnapped and locked inside to fulfill the ‘oh so grand’ mission of relieving his stress.
One of the 1st victims I see is a famous priestess who dedicated her life to helping everyone she could. The people revered her as a saint for her many charitable deeds. Now, however, she has her limbs chained to the walls to force her into a shameless position with her legs spread out.
One of her fellow priests came to investigate her disappearance, but was bribed with money to keep quiet about this as well as letting him join in on the ‘fun’ when he is visiting the castle. It didn’t help that he was next in line to claim her position should she not be found. It utterly broke her when she realized that her fellow priest was allowing this to go on for his own greed. Apparently, they used to work together on many missions so it must have been shocking when she finally saw his true colors.
Another victim was a beastkin princess that was traveling to our kingdom for peace negotiations. Father hired a bunch of mercenaries to slaughter the entire village she had arrived in and blame it on the invading beastkin. The princess was then captured and ‘imprisoned’ here ever since. Obviously, the war with the beastkin never ended, but got more intense.
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The princess was forced to bear several children which she got to raise until they were a few years old. She loved them with all her heart despite all the suffering she was forced to endure. That is until one of her children mysteriously vanished and she was served a hamburger, a famous dish made by a past hero, which smelled like her child. She cried for days on end, but was inevitably forced to eat it as father didn’t want her dying of starvation.
Now she is broken and alone with no children left. Father loves doing this to many of the women here as a hobby of his. One of his excuses is that he doesn’t want our royal blood being passed on to bastard children, but I know the truth. He is a sick bastard!
A couple of lesbian lovers are huddled in a corner. They were given the option of being able to protect their lover in exchange for exposing their body to anyone who wants some pleasure. In another meaning, it means that they must decide which of them is going to be raped every day.
There are many more tragic lives locked in this basement. One of them is a friend who managed to maintain her sanity throughout all of the torture she went through. Actually, saying that she still has her sanity is a bit misleading. She actually just wants the entire kingdom, possibly the whole world, to burn while starting with father.
I met her during an unfortunate incident a few years ago. My beloved younger sister and I were very close back then, albeit to a lesser extent. Father wasn’t fond of this so he decided that we needed his ‘help’ to understand what real love is.
I was simply eating dinner as usual and went back to my room to sleep when I was done. Soon enough, I was awakened by a bunch of nude women clamoring on top of my body which I noticed was naked as well. I was even chained very securely to the bed to the extent that it would take even me a while to break free with my magic.
I was panicking and trying my hardest to break free when one of them told me to calm down and enjoy the service that my father provided for me. It took me a few moments to process what she said and I asked why father would do this to me. She had only said that father would give them freedom if they did this.
The gears in my head were moving rapidly trying to figure out why father ordered them to do this. Then everything clicked when I remembered one of the prior discussions I had with father. He wanted me and my beloved younger sister to spend time with a few select nobles for political reasons. Naturally, we refused and he got angry with us.
It was then that I realized that if I am going through this, then what about my sister? Fear coursed through every fiber of my being as I forced far more power than my body could handle to break free of my restraints. I didn’t care about how broken my body was afterwards and only pushed myself harder to reach my sister in time.
I was constantly tripping and bumping into furniture and servants, but I never stopped running even when I fell or ran into something. I simply moved faster and faster to the point in which even my body looked like a golden ray of light. All so I could reach my beloved younger sister’s room even a second earlier.
When I finally got there, I heard my sister screaming. She was doing everything she could to prevent herself from being raped by a dozen men who were laughing and joking about her futile actions. Like me, she also had chains that were severely restricting her magical power to keep her from escaping her dilemma.
My mind was serene as I took in the situation and even as I started butchering all of those men who dared to attempt to lay their hands on MY beloved younger sister. When they were all dead, I did my best to comfort my beloved younger sister and tell her everything was okay now. Or it would be I thought as I looked at the crests of the dead nobles in the room.
It was only after she calmed down and I told her I would be right back that I jumped out of my beloved younger sister’s room. I rushed straight for the noble district where I quickly slaughtered each and every remaining member of those noble houses who were cooperating with my father that night. Every man, woman, child, and elderly met their ends that night as I am no one to show mercy. It runs in the family.
When I returned to the castle, father was furious but he couldn’t do anything about it. We are royals because our bloodline and that of the church was blessed with extremely powerful healing capabilities from an angel ancestor. Even if you cut off my head or burned me to ashes, I would be just fine in a fraction of a second. It’s because of this that it’s ridiculously difficult to restrain us.
Ever since that day, me and my beloved younger sister actually started to have real love for each other as we could no longer trust anyone else. I started calling her my beloved younger sister on that day and she would call me dearest elder brother. She also started sleeping in my bed for safety, but I never blamed her as I would have gone to her room anyways. Of course, with our clothes on, but we take a bath together anyways so it doesn’t really matter. Neither of us was comfortable with the thought of being apart when there was no telling when father might try something.
It was because of this incident that I met this person who helped me on a few secret matters as well as learned that the room I woke up in was a part of the basement. Near the middle of the prison’s hallway was the door that led to her room.
Inside was a beautiful dryad with plant-like angelic wings growing out of her back. She was being chained to the wall so she would hover in the air like the priestess. Several magical restraints was placed on her body to prevent her from escaping. This woman is my accomplice and she is a half angel, half dryad.
“The heroes have been summoned.” I keep my talks short and simple as I rather not be noticed by father. An illusion spell only goes so far.
“Are any of them capable?” She asks me the question on both of our minds.
“We will be checking their abilities tomorrow.” It is better for the heroes to be given rest on the day of summoning so they can let everything sink in. Otherwise, people might go crazy like it was written in the history books.
“Hopefully, one of them will possess it. Any progress on ‘that’ yet?” Her voice is filled with concern over the state of our ‘project.’
“It should be finished soon.” It would be finished quicker if we could get our hands on a hero with that ability.
“Then we can finally begin our preparations.” A look of relief and determination flash across her face.
“I have already handled matters on my end.” A grin briefly forms on my face before I return to my expressionless façade.
“And I have just signaled those on my end to get ready.” A beautiful smile creeps up onto her face, but I know that her smile is one that means death.
“Then excuse me as I deal with other matters.” I inform her as I make my way out of the room until she asked me something.
“Did one of the heroes give a lewd look at your sisters?” She gives me a smug look as she says that, but I merely turned around and left without answering her question.
On my way back, I head down the corridor reserved for heroes. It’s decorated with more calming furniture to help them get comfortable quicker in their new luxurious life styles. I am rather fond of the scented candles even if we have magic lights. It helps you relax which is sorely needed with all the stress that a royal accumulates from dealing with scumbags.
One of the rooms is subtly different from the others on the outside, but is blatantly more luxurious on the inside. It is meant to show favor to the true hero and help coax him into our diabolical plots. History warns us to be subtle with our nudges though.
I quietly enter the room and find the true hero scrutinizing all the valuable items in the room as if he is scared of being convicted of not being able to pay for a replacement. We don’t have those fancy ‘prisons’ that otherworlders waste their money on so we either execute most criminals or put them into slavery.
I cast a silencing spell around the room to make sure no one hears what is said in here. As he was still preoccupied, I decide to make my presence known after cancelling my illusion spell.
“Good evening Mr. Hero, I am Prince Dravilos.” I give him my best political smile that lacked any stiffness in it. It only conveys my heartfelt affection towards all living things. Not in a good way though.
“Ah, good evening Prince Dravilos!” He bows towards me in an awkward fashion that shows he has no experience in formalities. None of the heroes ever do.
“No need for formalities Mr. Hero. Oh, but it would be rude of me to not be aware of your name.” Keeping up my façade, I try to subtly acquire the name of my guinea pig.
“Thank you then. My name is Richard Bright. Did you need my help with something?” Although he is still a little stiff, it won’t change anything.
“Richard is it? Then pardon me for asking you this, but I wanted to ask you the reason for giving suspicious looks towards my sisters.” I take a few steps towards him without dropping my smile in the slightest. It must have scared him a little as he backed up until he tripped onto his bed.
“Uhh, it’s not what it looks like! I wasn’t thinking anything weird! I swear I am telling the truth.” He looks scared of what might happen to him as he spews forth a bunch of excuses. Everyone always gives me an excuse.
“Be that as it may, I am not going to hand over my sisters to anyone. If you want them, you will have to go through me 1st.” I declare as I loom over his helpless figure. For some reason, he seems to calm down instead of panicking even more.
“Oh is that what this is about?” He asks as he looks into my eyes with determination. “It seems that this is all a misunderstanding.” He mentions as he starts to stand back up.
“Misunderstandings? I doubt I can mistake such a fervent gaze directed at my sisters.” I know what I saw and I will not be misled. A cornered rat can kill a lion as they say.
“Then allow me to prove it!” His voice was filled with determination and something else as he looked at me. I will admit that I was extremely curious to how he will work his way out of this mess. That is until he grabbed my head and kissed me.
“!?” Something impossible has just happened. Something horrible has just happened. Male heroes are always surrounded by women and this is especially true for the true hero. It has never been recorded in history that the true hero was into men. This guy even had 2 girls clamoring for his attention!
“You see, I was always into guys from the beginning. Somehow, I unknowingly attracted a bunch of girls who kept doing me favors like cooking all my meals. Even at my house, they somehow bribed my family to allow them to sleep over, cook my breakfast, scrub my back in the shower, and other things.
I had already accepted that I would never get the chance to love another guy with them around so I was jealous of your sisters for attracting all of their attention. Even more so because of how she looked at you every so often.” You could feel the sadness and anger leaking out of his voice as he talked about his life issues.
Realization dawned on me that I might have made a terrible miscalculation. Heroes can claim any lover they choose with little resistance and this one now has his eyes on me. Not to mention the fact that father will jubilantly hand me over if he hears of this.
After taking a few moments to quickly process everything, I chose the 1 option I had left. I ran. I ran as fast as my legs could take me without causing a commotion. Goddess forbid someone starts asking questions!
“Wait! Don’t leave me all alone!” Richard shouts out as he chases me out of the room. Luckily, the silencing spell was still active when he did that or someone would have noticed.
I rushed through all the corridors that are known for having less servants walking in them as I try to shake off this nightmare behind me. Even though I am going fast as is reasonably possible, he is still right behind me. Curses! Why couldn’t he learn how to reinforce his body later? Damn otherworldly prodigy!
As I make another sudden turn, I passed by my beloved younger sister. Before I could turn around and warn her of the situation, I heard a loud thump. Fearing for the worst, I turned around the corner and I couldn’t believe my eyes. Lying on the ground unconscious was the nightmare hero who was chasing me.
“Are you alright dearest elder brother?” Looking at me worriedly is my beloved younger sister. Noticing how awful I probably looked, I straightened my posture and changed into a dreamy smile reserved only for my sisters.
“Yeah, I am alright. Sorry for worrying you.” Her tense face relaxes a bit from my response. That’s good. I wouldn’t be a good brother if I made my sister worried.
“That’s good. I was worried when I saw you running like that with a hero right behind you.” Her face returns to a concerned look as she glances back and forth at me and the nightmare hero. I don’t think she fully believed everything was alright, but she is willing to let it go.
“About that. May I ask what happened to him?” Now that she is slightly calmer, I start to dig for information. She looks unhurt, but she is too fragile for me to not be worried over when a hero nearly slams into her.
“I think he tripped over his own feet and crashed into the floor. I was honestly shocked when it happened.” She covers her mouth with her fan to hide her expression. I almost laughed at how clumsy the hero was until I realized that I am still in dire straits.
“It’s good that you weren’t harmed because of this, but we should call a servant to treat him. I doubt he is hurt, but that was still enough to knock him out.”
I make my plans to handle this mess and my beloved younger sister agrees to cooperate with me. It was a hassle to explain to a guard what happened, but it was written off as ‘boys being boys.’ I feel insulted, but whatever works.
The dinner that night was slightly awkward, as the heroes were not used to such a fancy dinner. Richard kept throwing subtle glances at me which prompted a questioning glare from everyone else. Everyone let the matter slide when they heard that we were racing down the halls like we were little children. Again, I feel insulted.
After dinner, I walked with my beloved younger sister to our room and promptly went to sleep. I never noticed the creepy smile she made when she realized I was asleep. I never noticed the raspy breaths she made as she stripped herself naked and groped my body. I never noticed the contented expression she had on her face as she constantly kissed me all over my face. I didn’t even notice that she woke up early to quickly dress herself before anyone noticed.