Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects! Chapter 62: Your Orders Are My Everything… My Love

Morning.

In an unknown villa, Rayne put on some simple clothes and left the bedroom to make himself a cup of coffee.

Not long after, a black-haired beauty with a ravishing appearance walked out of the same bedroom and came to Rayne's side.

"Your Highness…"

Hela gazed at Rayne with a tender gaze. After a night of emotional communication, her attitude towards Rayne had become even more docile and obedient.

However…

Apart from gentleness, Hela's eyes were also filled with an uncontrollable guilt.

Hela said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Your Highness… I did something wrong and could not control my feelings for you. When I saw that mixed breed demigod tempt you, my heart…"

"There's no need to apologize to me anymore, Hela."

Rayne sealed Hela's mouth gently with his finger. "You've been saying that for the entire night, haven't you?"

There was a reason for Hela's guilt.

The chastity of the Imperial Guards was an ironclad rule. However, she took the initiative to break that rule.

Furthermore, she implicated Rayne who was a prince and made him her accomplice.

If it was a mutual love between Rayne and Hela, she would feel less guilty.

However…

The truth was that the mistake of the previous night was caused by Hela singlehandedly. As for the innocent prince, he was merely helpless against the demigod Hela.

The more Hela loved Rayne, the more the guilt in her heart tormented her.

Yet, Rayne seemed extremely calm regarding this.

It was as though he had already accepted Hela's one-sided violence and emotions.

He was tolerant and loving...

"Hela, do you know? Actually, there's another reason why the goddess wants the Imperial Guards to maintain their chastity."

Rayne took a sip of coffee and handed it to Hela.

"There's no need to strip away the rights of the Imperial Guards to love others just to restrict nurturing and breeding. What Order truly fears is the power of love."

Rayne smiled at Hela.

"That's because love will let the Imperial Guards understand that apart from believing in Order, they have other options in life."

"Your Highness…"

Hela's eyes flickered, as though she was touched.

Rayne's gaze was deep and carried a charm that Hela could not reject.

"Hela, both of us are sinners who have blasphemed against the goddess. I only hope that when the day of judgment arrives, we can face it together… oh, there's one more thing."

Rayne caressed Hela's slender neck gently and whispered.

"I hope you enjoyed the... champagne."

Hela revealed a smile. At that moment, there was no longer confusion in her eyes, only love.

"Your orders my everything… my love."

My love?

When he heard that, Rayne's eyes flickered.

Haha... my love.

When was the last time he heard those words?

Oh, it was when he was stabbed in the back by some little sl*t.

Rayne kissed Hela on the forehead affectionately.

Hela, I'll also try to fall in love with you…

I guess.

…

Hela left.

She said that she wanted to try preparing breakfast for Rayne.

However, after she successfully used an unknown magic to annihilate the entire kitchen into a hole in the void, she ran out of the villa as though she was escaping and went to a small town nearby to buy breakfast.

After Hela left the villa…

Once again, golden ripples appeared in Rayne's eyes.

Through the blessing of the dragon eyes, an extremely cramped door to the Nether Realm opened.

In Rayne's eyes, Olivia appeared.

Rayne asked, "Did that satisfy you?"

Olivia's body trembled uncontrollably from her emotions. "That was a great f*ck!"

A demigod was bewitched into degeneracy. She was toyed with emotionally the entire time and even thought that she had obtained true love!

This was truly a good show that touched and delighted Olivia from the bottom of her heart!

Olivia was satisfied.

To be honest…

She was about to faint from the impact!

The deal she made with Rayne Haines was the best thing she had done apart from devouring [Lust] to ascend to the throne!

However…

Since she was already satisfied…

It was time to discuss Rayne's reward.

According to the contract between her and Rayne, for every single demigod Imperial Guard that Rayne made to renege on their vows and degenerate, she would bestow upon him the highest blessings.

"Speak, Rayne Haines. What kind of blessing do you want?"

Right now, Olivia was in a great mood. She believed that she would definitely satisfy Rayne's request generously.

"Power? Wisdom? Wealth? Lifespan? Just say the word and I'll do my best to satisfy you."

However, none of Olivia's suggestions moved Rayne.

"None of that means anything to me, princess."

Rayne did not require strength. As the ruler, he had six Imperial Guards under his lead and a new Original Sequence.

Strength was a low cost-effective blessing.

Not to mention, due to some reasons that were decided from birth, it was difficult for Rayne to make himself stronger.

For Rayne who was almost omniscient, wisdom was meaningless.

Furthermore, Olivia was not extremely smart to begin with—how could Rayne expect her to make him smarter?

Wealth was meaningless.

There was no need for lifespan either. Even immortality was not a necessity.

There was indeed one thing that Rayne truly needed right now.

"Olivia, I don't need your blessing. How about you do something for me as the reward for this deal?"

"Do something?"

Olivia smiled. "Alright, what do you want me to do for you?"

Rayne nodded.

"I want your fiends to corrupt Leta."

Olivia asked, "That's it?"

Rayne asked, "It can't be done?"

"Of course it can!"

Olivia's eyes quivered excitedly.

"You want me to turn that bunch of pointy ears into shameless little sl*ts? I'll do something like that even if I have to pay for it!"

Just like that…

Rayne made his first deal with Olivia.

With that done, after having breakfast with Hela, it would be time for Rayne to return to Gold Village.

48 hours had passed since Gold Village lost its leader and fell into complete chaos.

According to Rayne's calculations and his observation of Gold Village…

Come to think of it…

It was about time for the thing hidden beneath Gold Village to make a move.

…

The chaos in Gold Village was still ongoing.

The Nether Realm corruption had already turned into a physical invasion. The shadows of evil spirits as well as slime tumors of flesh and blood spread from the Nether Realm and grew everywhere.

Gradually, Gold Village was being stripped from the mortal realm.

However, the goblins who were already disfigured by mutation did not seem to notice the change in their bodies and were still fighting fervently.

If they could not see, they would use flesh feelers that were filled with sharp teeth to tear apart all living beings around them.

If they could not speak, they would use their deformed mouthparts to spit out sharp incisors that resembled bullets, causing their enemies to beg for mercy.

Even at the end of their lives, they would drag their dead corpses and try their best to destroy their enemies.

Gold Village no longer existed.

A certain someone's small action became the final straw that crushed Gold Village.

The Nether Realm's attempt to invade this ancient god ruins for millions of years had finally succeeded thanks to this chaos!

It was about ten years earlier from the original grand date of completion!

The demons of the Nether Realm were ready to descend.

Millions of years.

It was way too long.

The successors of the gold dwarves and the current masters of Gold Village had long forgotten about it as well.

They forgot about the original intention of Gold Village's construction.

If Gold Village existed for [Rayne]...

In that case, why were the gold dwarves refining a huge amount of gold to stockpile for the sake of a relic of the ancient gods that could transform gold into attack power limitlessly, even at the expense of killing the lifeforce of the earth?

Just what in the world was everything being prepared for?

That shuddering truth...

Would be let known to the mortals once again today.

In the morgue.

The headless corpse of Gold Village's CEO, Goldsmith, was tossed into a corner like trash, letting the stench spread.

However, right then…

Suddenly, Goldsmith's finger twitched.

Like a puppet, Goldsmith stiffly extended his hands to his empty head.

Thereafter, a surprised voice sounded from Goldsmith's body.

"This guy doesn't have a head?"

"It's not a big problem!"

The next moment, a large amount of blood and rotting flesh burst forth from Goldsmith's headless corpse. The disgusting and distorted flesh grew in all directions, turning into a fruit tree that was hung with the heads of goblins.

"Bloody hell, aren't there too many heads now?!"

"Forget it, I'll just make do..."

The deformed corpse stood up helplessly.

At the same time, sounds could be heard coming from the metal compartments in the morgue before the interiors were forcefully broken open.

Dozens of corpses staggered out.

They were not resurrected corpses, but puppets possessed by evil living beings.

In the mortal world, they had a common name.

Fiends.

The Nether Realm corruption caused the living beings of the mortal world to mutate and their minds were distorted. As such, even more chaos and blood sacrifices were brought about.

At the end of this crazy feast...

The predators of the Nether Realm corruption would descend upon the mortal realm and spread the chaos and corruption further.

This was the next stage of the Nether Realm corruption.

The fiends had descended.

It was not only the morgue. All the corpses in the entire Gold Village were occupied by low-level fiends and became corporeal objects for them to roam the mortal world.

Thereafter…

They would nurture chaos and fester despair, tainting the mortal world into a pure land of chaos.

With that, an even greater existence could be summoned.

They needed more hatred, more suspicion, more greed, more killing, more arrogance and more pain…

That was the only way for [Justice] to descend upon the world.

The servants sang the name of the master of the Nether Realm—the perilous Sword of Damocles¹ that had been hanging above the head of the Empress of the Nether Realm throughout the long years would be destroyed today!

A grand invasion of the Nether Realm had begun!

1. The Sword of Damocles often refers to the perilous situation a ruler is put in. While enjoying immense power, they are faced with constant threats as well. You guys can Google for the backstory for a better understanding! (: