Chapter 320: 320. A Woman's Need

Sylvester returned to the Barony and looked around the town more to find anything against the Baroness. But in the end, he decided to go to the castle.

On the way, he also found Sir Dolorem and Augustus.

"Did you find anything?"

"Nothing much, just a lot of anger and depression among the people. Everyone is angry and sad. Taxes are high, and quality of life is declining." Augustus reported.

Sylvester knew that much so he led them towards the castle. "We won't find anything here, but I already know why she wants that village emptied. A major gold vein was found under that region."

"Greed is the root of evil no matter a thousand years in the past or a thousand years in the future." Sir Dolorem sighed as he spoke. "It's a non-stop, ever-growing societal tumour."

"Agreed, but that's not our problem, is it?" Sylvester asked. He was honestly stuck in a moral dilemma at the moment.

His faith told him to do what the Baroness wanted and kill the tribesmen for being heathens, but at the same time, the tribe had made a deal with the noble family.

"This is not the time to go easy on heathens, Lord Bard." Sir Dolorem seemingly sensed the doubts. "Faith reigns supreme. It's the law, no matter how extreme."

"So massacre it is."

As they arrived, a nobleman was waiting at the gate—an old, wrinkly, hunched-back man who already had one step in the grave.

"Esteemed Lord Bard, please follow me. I am Prima of the Baroness, Sir Mormon."

Sylvester followed the man in. It was turning night, and dinnertime had dawned, so the Prima took them all to the dining hall. It was a large room but empty in terms of people. It was well decorated with red silk curtains on the walls, and the chandeliers on the ceiling were all brightly lit, along with various beautiful murals catalysing the beauty.

Only a single, long rectangular table rested in its middle, with ten chairs at its sides. On the table were many plates and expensive candle holders made of silver and gold.

"The Baroness will join you shortly, Lord Bard," Prima said and left shortly after.

Sylvester took a seat at one edge of the table and waited. 'It seems she does not want anyone but us to be here. But why? I was hoping to formulate a plan.'

"Oh! You must be the great famous Lord Bard!"

Sylvester looked towards the big entrance door. A boy stood there, probably ten years old. He had similar red hair to his mother and a face somewhat identical too. At one glance, it was clear this was the Baroness' son.

Sylvester stood up to greet him. "You must be the young master of this castle."

"Show me light magic! Can you sing for me? Please, can you show me that once? Mother said you were amazing!"

'Ugh, not good, but at least he's not like the typical young masters.'

Sylvester raised his right hand to show an orb of light magic. "You see this carefully now as the light is extremely sacred for us children of Solis. It gives us our power and keeps us alive."

"Woah!"

As soon as the light appeared on his palm, the boy gasped like it was the most magical thing ever. It was understandable, however, as light wizards were not common. And if one wished to find someone like Sylvester, they won't find anyone in the entire history because he was the strongest Light Wizard to have ever been born, as claimed by many high-ranking church members.

"I want to be a light wizard too!" The boy dreamed with his eyes open.

Sylvester didn't drown his dreams and ruffled his hair. "What's your name?"

"James Rosewood, Lord Bard."

"Take your seat, dear."

Just then, the baroness' stern yet melodious voice rang. She appeared, walking into the hall with a tray in her hands. However, she seemed much different now, with her hair loosely resting on her shoulders. She wore a beautiful long gown, but the corset on it was tied tight and increased the allure of her mature figure.

Sadly, she was wasting her time as Sylvester and Augustus would rather chop their cocks than break their oath, while Sir Dolorem, who could indulge, was blind.

Sylvester stood up to help her as the tray in her hand contained three whole chickens. "My lady, why did you bother with such work?"

She smiled gently and kept her demeanour. "You will one day be an important man for the whole world, my lord. I merely wish to ensure you remember the visit to this lowly Barony for the rest of your life."

'I don't smell much lust anymore. She's really good at controlling herself, it seems.'

He laughed and helped the Baroness to her seat by pulling her chair back a little. She was sitting to his right, at the shorter side of the table. "My lady, I am not a man who easily forgets beautiful, mesmerising scenery."

'Haha, there it is, the lust strikes back.' Sylvester smelled some predictable fragrances.

But then he took his seat as more servants entered the hall and put various trays on the table. There was a lot of food, from soups to meat, from vegetables to fruits.

"Try the chicken cream gravy, that's my personal invention, and my son loves it the most." The Baroness pointed at the container. "I made it myself today."

Sylvester didn't wait and poured some for himself. It was a thick gravy with lots of onion, spices and chicken pieces.

He poured some rice as well and ate it together. 'Good god! This is actually good!'

He took another spoonful of the delight and nodded repeatedly. "My lady, if everything you cook tastes like this, I'm ready to give everything up and become a simple priest at the monastery here."

She chuckled happily and fed food to her son. "I'm glad you liked it, Lord Bard. I hope to put all the problems behind me in my land soon and live peacefully with my son here."

"You will, my lady. We will initiate the plan tomorrow. With your soldiers, we shall push the tribe out of the forest and end it for praying to a false god. Hersey must never be tolerated. The rules are clear." Sylvester assured her and ate merrily.

But the Baroness pressed his hand at that and looked into his eyes. "C-Can you really kill that Bloodling? I'm terrified of it and can't sleep at night these days."

He patted her hand with his. "Don't worry, my lady. We can talk about this later if you want."

So Sylvester steered the discussion away from the woman as he felt too many wild emotions from her. But the food was delicious, so he focused on it. He also had one furry boy to feed, after all, and nobody was going to notice a few leg pieces going missing.

Two hours later, all of them had full bellies and tired eyes. Sir Dolorem, Augustus and Sylvester were shown rooms in the castle.

"Lord Bard, the Baroness wishes to speak with you." Just as Sylvester was about to enter his room, a servant called him.

'Here it comes. But how far is she ready to go? Does she have a plan?' He wondered and agreed to go in a heartbeat.

He arrived outside the Baroness' room and knocked.

"Please enter."

He did and looked around. It was a big bed chamber, and currently, it had dim lighting. It was well-decorated, as one would expect from a Baroness. Even the fragrance in the room was induced to mimic roses.

But what took his breath away was the woman. Now, Sylvester was a celibate by choice, but that didn't mean he didn't get aroused by fine beauties like the one standing in front of him in her thin, silk nightgown, tied tightly around her waist. It clearly showed off all the features of her body.

"My lady, you wished to speak with me?" He asked, keeping a respectful demeanour.

"I did." She playfully closed in on him and grabbed his hand to drag him to the bed. But she only made him sit beside herself. "My Lord, I have a request from you. It's extremely embarrassing for me to talk about, but I have to, for it means my life and death."

Sylvester smelled the genuine fear in her emotions, but lust was always present. "What is it, my lady? As long as it is within my control, I will help you, for faith compels me."

She held both his hands first and then caressed her fingers on his cheek. "Lord Bard, I've seen you look at me in ways I never allow any man to. I know I am old, but you still find me appetising—I don't mind your gaze, I really don't."

She suddenly stood up and faced Sylvester while he remained seated. There was a gap of merely half a metre between them, but that didn't stop the woman. She instantly untied her silk nightgown and let it fall to the ground to pile up around her feet.

She hid nothing and brandished every part of her body openly, seductively, for she was wearing nothing underneath. She was old, but not a single mark of age was apparent. Her skin seemed smooth as silk, her curves ungodly, and her peaks firm. She was neither thin nor fat and maintained just the right amount of meat. It went without saying that if it weren't Sylvester, any man would have pounced on her by now.

Heck, even Miraj in the back was covering his mouth with his paw.

She still acted shy, however, and played with the stands of her long red hair. However, her eyes were firmly staring into Sylvester's. "I swear in the name of the lord. I will never let the word of this ever reach anyone. Please let me bear your seed—I know it's a lot to ask, but this is my only way. If I can't produce a strong offspring, then me—A woman—will eventually be deposed from the position of Baroness."

Sylvester stood up, inched closer to her, and soon looked down at her face.

The Baroness felt conscious and crossed her legs to hide the most vulnerable part of her body. "I... I'm not a whore, my lord—I'm just a mother trying to survive."

'How scheming can she be?' Sylvester sighed.

He took off his cape and put it around her shoulder. "My lady, as tempting as it may be to taste the forbidden fruit, I can't. My duty and oath can only be broken by my death. So forgive me. I can't give you what you need."

Bam!

She looked at his face defiantly one moment and jumped at him the other. She cared no longer, for he was the perfect man in her eyes. If not him, then no one could give her what she needed.

"How dare you! After all I did for you... I won't allow you! You shall give me what I want tonight!"

Thud!

Sylvester easily overpowered her and pushed her away, so she fell on her bed. "I'm leaving, my lady. Please control yourself."

Pa!

"You can't! Hahaha... You never can!"

Pa!

"Never!"

Pa!

She slapped herself repeatedly, leaving marks on her own face. "I won't allow you! I will scream rape if you don't fuck me! Think about it, Lord Bard... Your name, your fame, and your reputation—All will be gone."

"..."

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