The Lust Lord Librarian

"How is this possible? You are just a human librarian. You should not have the power to heal such wounds... I thank you nonetheless."

Queen Talindra couldn’t help but express her disbelief as she looked down at her leg. She was wearing sandals, so Adal could see that she was wiggling her tanned toes, checking to see that she had not gone crazy.

She had not. She had truly been healed.

Before Adal could respond, he heard a couple of pairs of footsteps running into the throne room.

He turned and drew his dagger from his waist, wondering whether he would have to fight or not.

It turned out that it was just Nimrodel, Sah’keth, and a handful of other knights and assassins.

Adal sighed with relief. His body felt drained from using Perfect Restoration. He could have put up a fight, but he would not have felt confident about it.

The guards hurried over to their queen and swarmed her, making sure she was okay. The looks of worry on their faces were evident.

"Calm down, I am safe. The human has healed me," Queen Talindra said, easing the nerves of her protectors.

They turned their eyes to Adal with a look of pure gratitude.

Nimrodel turned back to the queen.

"Your Majesty, it is the Iglantians. Their mages have swarmed the city, striking at any sun elf they can find. They outnumber us and are laying waste to our people. The battle is in their favour," the assassin explained.

Adal couldn’t believe what he was hearing.

Had Princess Opal lied about the potential alliance between the two kingdoms, or was she just mistaken?

Either way, it was clear to him now. He was in the centre of a war.

"Then we must fight with everything we have," the queen grunted as she pushed herself to her feet. "From the sounds of disorder on the streets below, I’m guessing there is no point in attempting to strategise?"

Nimrodel shook her head. "It would be impossible to rally our people. Our best bet is to engage in all-out combat with the Iglantians. The problem is, they strike from range, whilst we are more suited to close-quarters combat. Some have even taken to the skies and are launching attacks from above."

The woman gestured towards the boulder, suggesting that that was where such a strike came from.

Queen Talindra rubbed her chin.

"Our archers will deal with the skies."

"Our archer towers are near useless, Your Majesty," Nimrodel added. "The sun looms in the sky and blinds them, giving the advantage to those who fight from above. We would have to wait until nightfall to even the playing field."

The queen gritted her teeth in rage and clenched her fists. She knew that waiting until nightfall was not an option.

That was when Adal stepped in.

"I can deal with the enemies in the skies," he said, drawing the attention of everybody in the room. They all looked at him with scepticism in their eyes.

"You can?" the queen replied.

"I can, but not in my current state. There are a few things I need, and if I am given them, I am confident that I can take down the Iglantians."

The queen hesitated for a moment. Then, she remembered how Adal had healed her.

She would be unwise to underestimate the human.

"Then explain quickly. I can hear battle drawing near."

Adal did exactly that.

...

"First, I will need a large surplus of mana. So much that my body struggles to contain it. This can be obtained easily; all I would need is a large amount of sexual pleasure surrounding me, which I can then convert into mana."

A few of their jaws dropped, except for Nimrodel. She smiled.

He continued before anyone could react.

"Next, I would need to have sex with a woman with an incredibly powerful family member. Ideally, a family member with a skill that could change the tides of combat. They should be higher than level 30."

Their jaws remained dropped, but now they looked at the queen. She looked away, and her cheeks flushed slightly.

Adal added his final condition.

"I will need to take two things with me into the sky: a magical artefact that I can use to strike from range, and a woman to carry on my back. Preferably a smaller woman, like Nimrodel, as long as she is not needed elsewhere."

After giving his requirements, the queen called over Nimrodel, and the pair whispered to each other for a few moments.

Afterwards, the queen turned to face him.

"Nimrodel here will ride with you into the skies and has also agreed to provide you with the... pleasure that you require. She also has a ranged weapon for you. A throwing knife that can be retrieved at will."

Alright. Sounds good.

"As for your request about having sex with a woman with a powerful family member..."

The queen paused and looked away. For some reason, she seemed unable to continue her sentence.

Adal had a feeling he knew why, but he tried his best to keep the smile from his face.

"Yes, my queen?" he urged her to continue.

She finally looked at him, a look of false confidence on her face.

"I will give you what you need. My father, the Exiled King, was the strongest man of our realm before abandoning his duties. He was level 37 when he left the kingdom, but who knows how high a level he will be now."

"..."

The guards knew that out of everyone present, the queen had the strongest family member. Still, they did not believe that she would offer her body, considering she was a married woman.

She looked at the guards, who gawked at her.

"This is a necessary action of war, and nothing more. If word of this spreads to my lord husband, then Nimrodel here has personally promised to execute each and every one of you."

Nimrodel drew two knives and twirled them in her hands as if to hammer in the point.

"That’s right. And trust me, I will find you. All of you," she said with a cunning smile.

The guards all shivered in fear.