Village Head's Debauchery



She knew she couldn't contend with the Royal Family, let alone the Crystalforge Clan or the entire Prismerian Kingdom on his behalf. The circumstances at that time would determine whether they could take such a risk and provide him with protection.

Meanwhile, Orion couldn't help but feel a bit surprised. He was aware that the Quartzwraith Clan had a close relationship with the Royal Family, as Elysia had informed him. 

However, as he mulled it over, it began to make more sense. A powerful organization with some political influence would go to great lengths to gain an advantage over its counterparts. 

After all, politics often boiled down to gaining more power and maximizing profits at the right moment.

Nonetheless, Orion saw such a deal as somewhat futile. He was certain that any reasonable leader would hesitate to put their organization, let alone their family, at risk for someone they had only just met. 

However, this didn't mean he would outright refuse Olivia's offer. He still needed to gather information that he couldn't yet confirm the Royal Family would provide. So, for now, he was willing to see how long their alliance would hold, all while preparing for the eventual day when he and Saria could leave this mountain.

"Alright, I don't see any issue with partnering with the Quartzwraith Clan," Orion said, a hint of scepticism in his tone. "But how can I be sure I can trust you?"

Olivia furrowed her brows, pondering how to address his valid concerns. She knew her words alone wouldn't be sufficient to establish trust. Crafting a proper contract would take time they didn't currently have, as they needed to return to the closing banquet before their absence raised suspicions.

Nevertheless, she still replied, "How about I give you my word?"

Orion remained adamant, saying, "I've already heard many promises today, and I have no desire to add another to the list."

"Then what do you suggest?" Olivia responded with a serious tone, determined not to let this opportunity slip through her fingers.

Orion paused, his expression thoughtful, as though deeply contemplating the matter. Then, his gaze shifted downward, briefly lingering on her visible underwear. 

When he raised his head, his eyes locked with hers, and he said, "Give me your panties?" Before Olivia could respond, he added, "From what I gathered from that girl on the stage, it seems that the most effective way to come to an agreement right now, especially for a woman, is if you're willing to give me your panties until we formalize our agreement."

Remembering the words of the Luminaris Clan's eldest heiress, Olivia took a deep breath as she considered her options.

Was her dignity and self-respect worth putting on the line for the sake of the Quartzwraith Clan?

It only took a moment for Olivia to come up with a response to her question. 

"Alright," Olivia responded, nodding her head in agreement. 

The only thing she had to worry about was running into someone before she made it back to her room to change into a fresh pair of panties so she could return to the closing banquet afterwards.

Bending down slightly, she reached for her waistband and pulled her panties straight down.

"Here you go, you have my trust," she said, extending her arm to hand her panties to Orion.

Although Prismerian culture fascinated Orion to the point where he had restrained his boner throughout the day, even as he spoke to Clan Mistress Olivia, he wasn't particularly interested in her panties. He simply wanted to see if she would follow through with the agreement, and he wanted her to understand that he took it seriously, hoping it would deter her from doing anything to disrupt it.

In reality, he wasn't particularly interested in the Clan Mistress's foreign pussy, so he took only a cursory glance, capturing the image in his mind as he accepted her panties.

Clan Mistress Olivia unabashedly said, "This will suffice for now, I think. The next time we meet, I will make sure to make our agreement official,' as she displayed her pink valley to Orion. He greedily took in the view and nodded in agreement. 

"Since we are done here, let us head to the closing banquet before they begin to get suspicious," Olivia added, releasing a sigh of relief.

Afterwards, they left the room, with Olivia leading Orion toward the direction of the closing banquet. She was cautious about encountering anyone, but they were fortunate not to run into anyone along the way. 

Once they arrived at a safe distance from their destination, Olivia hurriedly returned to her room to change into a fresh pair of panties.

Having thoroughly enjoyed the view, Orion took one last glance down the corridor where Olivia had disappeared before entering the grand hall to join the banquet.

As Orion entered the banquet hall, he was greeted by tables laden with a colourful array of fruits and drinks. The hall buzzed with the presence of various people who had made their way from the grand amphitheatre. 

As he advanced further into the hall, the atmosphere seemed to come alive, with numerous individuals fixing their intense gazes on him and their voices immediately surged.

"He's here! The foreigner who defeated all four of the Major Clan heirs has finally arrived at the closing banquet!"

"Hmm!! He certainly looks quite young."

"After that battle, it's clear he didn't unleash his full strength. I'm curious about just how powerful he truly is!"

As the voices continued to swirl around him, their murmurs a constant presence in his ears, Orion pressed on. He kept on walking forward, even when he had nearly stumbled upon hearing how he had admirably declined Merida's offer of her panties. 

He continued his stride until he caught sight of Princess Crystalia engaged in conversation with someone, with Flintor guiding her from behind.

"Finally," Orion muttered wearily to himself, squinting ahead as he recognized the person she was speaking with. "Zephyrion." Closing the distance, Flintor was the first to spot Orion's arrival, and soon, the others began to take notice as well.