Chapter 123: Make the Princess Pregnant (Updated for the monthly ticket)

Gray's figure, like a statue, stood quietly on a branch a hundred meters away from the villa.

The bright moonlight allowed him to clearly see everything a hundred meters away.

The figures of two people are reflected in the curtains.

Gray's fingers clenched subconsciously.

He didn't understand why Dolores betrayed him. Had she forgotten the agreement they made when they were children?

She clearly said that she would marry him and become his wife when she grew up.

Gray's consciousness was a little confused. In a trance, he seemed to have returned to his childhood. That was the first time he entered the palace to meet the king under the guidance of his father.

It was at this time that he met the woman who would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Dolores was still very little at that time. She was completely different from those ordinary young ladies. She was so beautiful and elegant, like the purest angel in the world.

She was moving among the flowers, reportedly trying to catch a toad.

Well, toads and such are not important.

What’s important is that Grayandre, who was also just a teenager at the time, was overwhelmed at the first sight of Dolores. He fell, and in his eyes, there was only the little girl whose body was covered in mud and whose gorgeous dress had become dirty.

He didn't even know what had happened. When he came to his senses, he had already appeared in front of Dolores and grabbed her hand: "Beautiful lady, will you marry me in the future?"

He proposed to Dolores.

The eldest princess, who was only seven or eight years old at the time, gracefully accepted his proposal: "Ah, what did you say? Okay, okay, can you please stop disturbing me while I'm catching toads?"

That scene was forever imprinted in Gray-Andre's mind, and he would never be able to forget the gentle and elegant posture of the eldest princess at that time.

After that, for more than a decade, no matter how frustrating his father's reproaches were or how exhausting the hard training was, Gray Andre could feel unprecedented courage and motivation whenever he thought of Dolores holding his hand lovingly and accepting his proposal with a happy face.

How many times did he brush shoulders with death in the secret realm? How many times did he fall to the ground with a broken body and covered in blood, struggling like a dying toad? He survived only by his persistence in Dolores.

Finally, he was eighteen years old.

After his desperate request, his father finally went to the palace to ask for marriage.

When Grayandre thought of Dolores, leaning in his arms and agreeing to his proposal in a sweet voice, he couldn't help but tremble all over.

This poor guy was totally unaware that he had severe paranoia, and the symptom only grew stronger as time went by. It was as if he had built a solid cage around his body, locking his soul in his own world.

All Grayandre knew was that he was finally going to marry Dolores.

However, King Holt 474 rejected his father's proposal without hesitation.

Holt, that bastard, actually dared to stop him and Dolores from getting together... Her Royal Highness the Princess must be crying in the palace now.

Grayandre felt heartbroken when he thought of Dolores's appearance. He left the royal city and massacred two villages on the border, using hundreds of lives to calm the depression in his heart.

The palace is a huge cage and he wants to save the princess from it.

He needs great strength and powerful weapons.

So, he came to Larnaca...but unexpectedly, he met Dolores here. He walked up to Dolores with joy, wanting to express his longing for Dolores for so many years, but Dolores was quite indifferent.

She even threw herself into the arms of another man in public.

At that moment, Grayandre felt that his heart had shattered into pieces.

Why did Dolores become so strange?

He asked around for information about the man, and finally he found out that the man was called a prophet by the Goddess of Dawn and had the ability to predict the future.

At this moment, he understood everything. Dolores was pretending to be unfamiliar with him and being so cold to him... It must be that damn Holt 474 who forced Dolores to use her body in exchange for the prophet's support for the royal family. It must be like this.

His princess must have felt so disgusted that she almost vomited when she kissed that man.

His princess must have been terrified and tormented, staying in the same room with a man without any emotions.

His princess is waiting for him to save her.

She never betrayed herself.

Dolores, I'm coming to rescue you right away.

His chest became hot, and he tightly grasped the spear in his hand, just like the knight who saved the princess from the dragon in the fairy tale, full of fighting spirit. He had already taken one step forward, and the next moment, it stopped in mid-air.

His thin body couldn't stop shaking, and beads of sweat appeared on his face and forehead.

His originally dark face suddenly turned extremely pale, and a bone-chilling coldness completely enveloped his body.

Just in front of him, the ground was suddenly torn in the middle, revealing a crack that was six or seven meters wide and several hundred meters long, like an all-devouring canyon torn open by a sharp sword.

He knew that there was a being far more powerful than himself nearby, and he didn't even have the ability to take a step forward.

Grayandre raised his head again. There was only one figure left in the villa a hundred meters away. Dolores had disappeared, but through a window, he could see floating mist.

Ah, Dolores is taking a shower.

What does it mean for a man and a woman to take a bath in a separate room? He is not stupid, of course he understands.

Gray Andre's heart was filled with unprecedented torment. He kept wailing in his heart, no, no, don't do this...

But, he couldn't do anything.

Soon, the other figure also disappeared.

That damn Ron broke into the princess' bathroom and wanted to hurt Dolores... How he wanted to have the power, to muster up the courage to rush over, to grind that damn bastard to ashes and save his princess from hell.

However, he could not move. An indescribable pressure locked his body. He could only watch everything happening in front of him in extreme despair.

Ah, he saw that the two figures had walked out of the bathroom.

He saw the two people hugging each other.

He saw that Dolores was lying on the sofa, and she must be screaming in pain.

He saw that man...

puff……

Unable to bear it any longer, Grayandre felt a sudden pain in his chest and a stream of scarlet liquid spurted out of his mouth.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Kill Ron. He must kill Ron.

No matter what the cost.

…

Dolores sat astride Ron, her head resting on his shoulder, her breath sweet as orchid.

There was a lingering blush on her cheeks.

Ron's hands were around Dolores' slender waist, savoring the aftertaste.

[Beep, system prompt, infinite death system is activated. ]

[Mission Background: As the most beautiful princess in the Kingdom of Granville, you know that she will never lack suitors. When you choose to spend a good night with Dolores, please be prepared to deal with the troubles that follow...]

[Task Description: Outside the window, someone is watching you. ]

【Mission objective: Survive.】

[Task Reward: Spirit*150, Strength*150, Constitution*150, Speed*150]

[Mission countdown: 24 hours! ]

Ron, who was breathing slightly, heard Elsa's prompting voice in his ears.

There seem to be a lot of people who want to kill him recently.

When Dolores threw herself into his arms at the auction and kissed him in public, Ron knew that this would happen sooner or later. However, he never expected that the other party would be so impatient and come so quickly.

It should be that guy Gray Andre.

Among that large group of second-generation nobles, his gaze was the most ferocious and cruel, like a mad hyena.

This guy is now outside the window, watching me and Dolores having sex? What kind of awful habit is this?

Dedolis seemed to have recovered a little. She took out a bottle of physical recovery potion from the storage ring, put it into her beautiful lips, and her slender throat moved slightly, revealing a hint of charm.

That look made Ron look a little strange. He vaguely understood that he would not have much time to sleep tonight.

A small hand was placed on the smooth belly without any fat.

"It's just once. It shouldn't be that easy to have a child..."

Dolores made a sound as if she was mumbling to herself, her beautiful eyes staring at the man in front of her: "Do you want to do it a few more times?"

The invitation of a beautiful woman is the best potion in the world.

…

late at night!

There was total silence between heaven and earth, with the occasional chirping of insects only making the world seem even more desolate.

The villa was a little messy, with seven or eight potion bottles randomly thrown on the ground.

In the warm bed, Dolores slowly opened her eyes, and moved her little head on Ron's arm, finding a more comfortable position.

The delicate little hands gently stroked Ron's cheek, her eyes full of attachment and reluctance.

But, no matter what, she had to leave.

She had originally planned to leave at daybreak, but the thirteenth royal order had already been issued, urging Dolores to return to the royal city as soon as possible.

Dolores is not stupid. She can sense that something is wrong this time. Even if she occasionally left the royal city before, her father's royal decree to recall her has never been as urgent as this time.

Chapter 4 is here. Next chapter will be in an hour 　　 　 (end of this chapter)