After long consideration, Gerard wanted to speak with Galatea about a possible union between their de Alverain family and their Lords.
He came to the entrance of her tent, despite the late hour, knowing Latea liked to read and exercise shortly before going to bed.
Bang!
"Hnnng....!"
From the inside, an unmistakable thud sounded, with several crates and pieces of metal falling, but amidst them Gerard heard his granddaughter's strange voice. It was soft, nasal and rather unbecoming of a chaste woman.
"Galatea!"
He stormed into her room, unable to hold himself back, the inside of his chest like a rampant furnace, stoking not coal but fury.
Upon entering, he stumbled at the sight of his beloved Grandaughter, sitting atop a man, mounting him with a panicked face. A painful thump filled his chest as it pounded at the sight of Galatea rocking her hips in the darkness.
The little girl whom he'd adored from the moment of her troubled birth. Then, after losing her mother, she became his reason to exist after serving the land in which he was born. But now, some strange man was enjoying a good deed in secret!
He couldn't tell who it was, because Galatea's chest and the low light obscured it.
Gerard drew his sword.
"Who is it!? Which filthy knave dares lay a finger on my little girl, draw your weapon and prepare for a slow, painful death!"
"W-Wait a minute, grandpa!"
Galatea's soft cry for the man only served to stoke the flames of rage even further.
'This bastard, when did someone grab the heart of my cute Latea?!'
Unable to extract himself from the intense feelings of violence, Gerard shouted once more, pointing his sword at the couple.
"I shall not wait!" He rushed at them, half-crazed.
"What would the Lord think about this!"
A pair of hands reached out from beneath her, grasping Galatea's breasts.
The large hands completely enveloped her chest, squeezing and caressing her until she let out a soft moan. Galatea quickly covered her mouth, snapping out of the pleasure and glaring at the hidden man.
How dare he take this chance to fondle her chest, yet this didn't stop Luka. He leaned close, muttering something as he playfully kissed her neck.
"Yeah~ how would the lord take this?"
This sight almost tore Gerard's soul in half.
Now, a few steps from the couple, he raised his sword with one last shout.
"You damn rapscallion, I saw that, have at thee....eh?"
Suddenly, Gerard lost all momentum, his eyes widening at the sight of Luka pushing Galatea to the bed, and jumping to his feet to face him.
Gerard's expression became complex as he lowered his sword. He glanced at his beloved granddaughter, whose face was blushing. Then, averting his gaze to the calm, confident Luka, who quietly fixed his clothes and wiped his lips.
"M-My Lord..."
The once short and feeble young man who could do nothing due to sickness.
Someone Gerard protected since the moment he was born, now lay in bed, kissing and fornicating with his daughter.
Although he planned to have them wed, or at least consider it.
'Wasn't it a little too swift?'
However, Luka didn't even acknowledge this internal suffering of his knight, and instead patted the old man on the shoulder with a bright smile.
"Good timing, Sir Gerard.
I came to Galatea to inform her of an important meeting about Amol Village."
Who would believe that, at this time and in such a position?
And yet when staring into the young man's fiery, passionate eyes, there was no hint of shame, deception or nervousness.
Luka spread his arms as if to say everything was innocent.
But to Gerard, the truth remained.
His dear Latea sat atop a man, her nightgown's straps lowered, the hem hiked over her buttocks, which revealed her most delicate areas to the Lord.
Gerard glanced past his Lordship and stared into Galatea's wet, hazy eyes, but upon seeing her faint smile and blushing, rosy cheeks. "Ah..." He gasped, feeling she strikingly resembled her grandmother when their parents discovered them.
In fact, this entire situation wasn't that different from the past.
Gerard remembered his late wife's parents forcing him to after conceiving on a night much like this.
Ba-dump~
Ba-dump~
When the thoughts of a child, and conception bloomed in his mind, something switched inside him. Almost like someone pressed a button, and suddenly, he no longer wanted to cause trouble, quickly sheathing his sword.
The seething fires encapsulated inside him dissipated, leaving the old knight a little winded.
He even accepted Luka's half-arsed explanation.
Whether the truth or not, he wasn't a child who couldn't see the facts.
"Amol Village, I see. Then I will arrange my tent for a meeting. My Lord, who will be attending?"
The sudden change appeared to shock the two young people. Galatea still hid behind Luka's back, which brought an unexpected calm to Gerard's chest.
'Good, she won't be alone anymore, should I fall...'
A long-time fear of his dissolved, like sugar in a warm tea.
Luka stepped closer, sitting on a large crate beside Gerard, while wrapping his arm around Galatea, dragging her onto his lap.
"Just the people here and Vaun, Gerard."
Gerard's eyes widened as he couldn't help but question. "N-Not the Amol Village warriors, or Lady Iris?"
"Nope, those people are too emotional; their connection to this village is deep, like our love for Babylon. However, to win this battle swiftly, we cannot have such emotions holding us down, should the need to burn Amol arise..."
The old knight took a second glance at his granddaughter, noticing her staring at Luka with a completely shocked face.
'I see, this child has truly grown up.
Though I hope that these changes can be positive.
Alas, I am worried...
Because after brushing with death, no man is ever the same.'
Filled with a rush of concern for his Lord, he remained silent.
Gerard chose to avoid questioning his changes or the lack of emotion on Luka's face when he spoke about burning a village. There was something more important in this world, and it was a harsh reality that all old knights learned early.
Without victory, justice was worthless.
"Very well, I will make the arrangements, My Lord." He turned to leave, fleetingly gazing once more at his Granddaughter and though he saw nerves and a tinge of fear. The faint smile whenever she glanced at Luka wasn't a lie.
So he gave one last line, with no one else to guide her, he felt he must.
"Galatea, in future, please choose a better time for such activities... this is a war camp and many men are away from their wives. Think of their suffering hearing your vibrant voice in the dead of night."
He didn't wait around for her response and left the tent with loud steps.
A weight lifted from his chest.
...
Meanwhile, listening to the distant echo of Gerard's boots, Luka narrowed his eyes into thin red slits and smirked in the knight's direction. His fingers danced through Galatea's fluffy hair, pulling her close to enjoy the encompassing heat that was leaking from her body.
"Well, it seems we've got familial acceptance, Galatea."
"L-Luka... don't touch there." She scolded him for slipping his hand up her thigh and inside her disorderly dress, touching the delicately soft skin within. The touch was like brushing against fresh silk.
"My bad, my bad. I did say I could wait, but what am I to do about this? Can I attend the meeting in such a state?" He leaned back, revealing the clear bulge deforming the pants, so thin that it clearly outlined the shape.
"Ah... *gulp*"
"Did you just—?"
"It's your imagination... learn to keep it in, idiot." Galatea interrupted him while fastening her hair behind her head and brushing the loose strands behind her ears. "Well... I can't go all the way. B-But the thing I did earlier...Will that be enough?"
The moonlight bled through the torn ceiling, bathing Galatea in its light, revealing her elegant figure. Her glistening ocean blue eyes stared up at him as she leaned over his lap, her fingers nervously squeezing his thighs.
'Whoa...'
Luka's smile deepened, becoming devilish as he nodded. He gently brushed his fingers against her plush lips, squishing and caressing them, and gave Galatea his request with a smile.
"I would love it if you could use these lips to—!?"
Before he could finish, her hands unfastened his waistband and pulled his member free, her eyes narrowing like a predator when facing its helpless prey.
"Mm, what will I do with you... But we can't let this thing alone because... It's quite a dangerous weapon."
"Galatea..."
"Hmmm~ you're so cute right now."
Galatea smiled like an elegant fox spirit while glancing at him with an enchanting upward gaze. She lowered her head between his thighs and parted her thick pink lips before swallowing the tip.
The hot, sticky heat of her mouth spread like lightning.
Luka closed his eyes with a grunt and grabbed the back of her head.
And pushed her lower.
He smirked as she gagged and struggled to breathe.
The wet noises her throat made only served to intensify his excitement.