Kingdom of Delan, Rhine City, City Hall.
Hundreds of citizens gathered in the square outside the city hall, watching the nobles standing solemnly on the stone steps waiting.
Dorina Reuss, the Duke of the Rhine who rules here, comes here every three days to adjudicate disputes, hear petitions, and exercise her sovereignty.
"His Excellency the Duke has arrived!" With the herald's loud shout, the noisy square suddenly fell silent, and everyone greeted the beautiful girl who slowly walked out of the city hall with eager eyes.
The seventeen-year-old Duke Dolina wore a moon-white strapless gown. The fluffy and extremely long hem had to be held up by four maids so that it would not drag on the ground.
With slow and graceful steps, Duke Dolina stood at the edge of the high stone steps, so that the citizens below could see her stunningly beautiful face. The noble girl used her slender hands in white silk gloves to tuck her thick golden hair behind her ears, showing an elegant and warm smile to her subordinates and subjects, and her eyes, as deep and warm as the sea, revealed her ancient and noble bloodline.
"Your Mightiness!"
"Your Mightiness!"
"Your Excellency!"... Following Duke Dolina's smile, the onlookers burst into excited cheers. They shouted Duke Dolina's honorific in an appreciative and respectful tone, expressing their support for their lord.
After listening quietly to the cheers of her subjects for a while, Duke Dolina raised her right hand and signaled for silence.
"Today we will decide the murder case of Meyer, the son of Knight Muller." Duke Dolina's voice was crisp, pleasant and firm. "The ins and outs of this case have been made clear when I issued the arrest warrant last time. I will pronounce the verdict on this case today." The citizens looked around with interest.
For the vast majority of citizens gathered here, the trivial government affairs of everyday life are very boring. Their only purpose of coming here is to admire the face and figure of Duke Dolina, but today's case is somewhat interesting.
Müller was a wealthy knight living on the outskirts of Rhine City. He and his wife had a son, Mayer, but both father and son had bad tempers and were constantly in conflict.
One day, Muller finally couldn't stand it anymore, kicked Mayer out of the house, and then designated his illegitimate son as the heir.
A dozen days ago, Mueller died of old age, and Mayer came back to seize the family property and killed his illegitimate brother.
The interesting thing about this case is that Muller deprived Meyer of his inheritance rights and transferred them to his illegitimate son without reporting to his lord, Duke Dolina, to obtain permission, so Meyer has the right to assert his inheritance rights.
But Mayer did not petition Duke Dolina, but instead killed people and stole property privately, which also violated the law.
The guards brought up the tied-up Meyer, a burly man in his thirties, with a broad back and an angry face.
Duke Dolina opened her red lips slightly and asked in a deep voice, "Meyer, do you admit to killing your illegitimate brother?"
"I admit it, but I'm just asserting my rights!" Meyer replied gruffly, "I'm the legitimate heir!"
"Now that you admit it, things are much simpler." Duke Dolina nodded, "You are indeed the legitimate heir and should be knighted." The girl cast her eyes on the guards: "Untie him and let him come forward." Meyer, who was freed, was ecstatic and walked quickly up the stone steps.
Kneeling in front of Duke Dolina.
A strong and refreshing feminine scent enveloped him, a fragrance he had never experienced in a brothel before. It made him dizzy and his blood rushed to his head.
"In the name of His Majesty the Lord and Her Majesty the Queen, I knight you." Duke Dolina took a slender ceremonial sword from a servant and tapped each shoulder gently. "I command you to serve God with sincerity, serve the Lord faithfully, uphold justice, and help the weak. Do you swear to obey?"
"I swear!" Meyer answered loudly, then crawled down and gave a kiss symbolizing loyalty to the hem of Duke Dolina's skirt.
"Get up, Knight Meyer." Following Duke Dolina's gentle call, Meyer stood up triumphantly. Just as he was about to turn around and wave to the onlookers, he didn't expect the guards to suddenly rush up, capture him, and send him back down the stairs.
"What are you doing?" Meyer shouted angrily, "I'm a knight! I'm a knight personally appointed by His Excellency the Duke!"
"I canonized you because you do have the right of inheritance, but your crimes still require sentencing according to the law," Duke Dolina said coldly. "In the name of His Majesty the Divine and Her Majesty the Queen, I, Duke Dolina Royce of the Rhine, sentence you to death for murder and strip you of all your titles and property. Do you have any last words?"
"I refuse to accept!" Feeling he'd been tricked, Meyer struggled furiously. "I'm trying to assert my rights. Even if I'm guilty, I don't deserve the death penalty! I refuse to accept!"
"You had legitimate reasons for murder, so your sentence can indeed be reduced. However, you killed your half-brother, and because of this parricide, your crime is aggravated." Duke Dolina calmly explained the legal basis for her sentence. "The two cancel each other out, and you must still die."
"good!"
"That makes sense!"
"Your Excellency is right!"
"Your Excellency is wise!"
"Death to the parricide!"... After hearing what Duke Dolina said, Meyer still wanted to quibble, but he was drowned out by the condemnation of the citizens.
Most of these citizens did not understand the legal analysis, but since the goddess-like beautiful Duke Dolina had made the judgment, it must be correct.
The guards held down Meyer, preparing to take him to the center of the square for execution. The almost desperate Meyer had to grasp his last life-saving straw: "Trial by combat! I demand trial by combat!" As a member of the nobility, Meyer had the right to demand a trial by combat and duel with his judge, Duke Dolina.
If he wins, he will be acquitted.
But this was a desperate struggle when there was no other way out. Although Meyer was confident that he could defeat Duke Dolina, Duke Dolina could have chosen not to do it himself but to appoint an acting knight.
Meyer's martial arts skills are not top-notch, and it is impossible for him to defeat the great knights under Duke Dolina.
"Yes." Duke Dolina's expression remained unchanged. "This is your right."
As expected, before Duke Dolina finished speaking, a middle-aged knight with blond hair and blue eyes stood up from the stone steps and respectfully challenged Duke Dolina to a fight: "Sir, please allow me to fight for you!"
As soon as the blond knight finished speaking, several other great knights also stood up and asked to fight for Duke Dolina.
Looking at so many powerful knights trying to kill him, Meyer couldn't help but look pale, with only endless despair in his heart.
"Thank you for your loyalty, but it's not necessary."
At this moment, the clear and pleasant voice of Duke Dolina came from the podium, "I will personally defend my judgment."
Hearing the beautiful voice of Duke Dolina, the ecstatic Meyer could hardly believe his ears, and hope grew wildly like spring grass in the cracks of the rocks.
There are generally two ways for people in the Western Continent to use spiritual energy. One is as a magician who uses spiritual energy to control various elements, and the other is as a knight who uses spiritual energy to refine the body and uses fighting skills based on a strong body. Duke Dolina practiced knight skills.
The body tempered by spiritual energy is much stronger than that of ordinary people, and can far eliminate the physical differences between men and women. Therefore, the ratio of male and female knights in the Western Continent has always been one to one since ancient times.
However, since the True God ascended to the throne a hundred years ago, the ratio has soared to one to two due to His Majesty's preference for female knights.
Therefore, Meyer's contempt for Duke Dolina was not due to her gender, but because of the difference in experience.
Meyer is more than twice as old as Duke Dolina and has nearly twenty years more training experience. The strength of the two should be an order of magnitude different.
As soon as the duel order was given, the nobles and citizens present became quietly excited, waiting for a wonderful show.
Duke Dolina returned to the town hall accompanied by her maid. She tied her long golden hair up high, changed out of her bulky long skirt, and put on a knight's plate armor that gleamed with metallic brilliance. She threw away her slender ceremonial sword and replaced it with a knight's heavy sword held in both hands.
For mid- and high-level knights, ordinary armor and weapons are more fragile than their physical bodies and are completely useless. Therefore, the armor and weapons specially used by knights are also tempered with spiritual energy.
Human life span is only a hundred years, but armor and weapons can be passed down for several generations. After being tempered by several generations of users, high-level armor and weapons are stronger than those of knights of the same level. They can break armor and shatter rocks when attacking, and can withstand magic attacks when defending.
Meyer also changed into the family heirloom plate armor, but his armor was covered with scratches and dull, and it was obvious that it had not been maintained for a long time.
The weapon he used was a spear, which was a bit longer than Duke Dolina's heavy sword.
An inch longer, an inch stronger. Meyer hoped that the length advantage of his weapon could make up for the disadvantage of armor.
Duke Dolina slowly walked down the steps and stood in the center of the square, holding her heavy sword upright with both hands. Amid the noisy shouts of the crowd, she spoke in a resounding voice, "If you are willing to plead guilty, now is your last chance."
"I'm innocent!" Meyer licked his dry lips with a grin, "Your Excellency the Duke, if you want to withdraw, now is your last chance!" Dolina ignored Meyer's ridicule and calmly pushed the duel forward: "Then, the duel begins!" Before Dolina finished speaking, Meyer raised his spear and nimbly leaped forward several steps, with the tip of the spear pointing directly at the connection between Dolina's visor and breastplate.
Dolina stood on her right foot to steady herself, then calmly raised her heavy sword to block the attack to the right.
But Meyer's attack was just a feint. His right hand controlled the butt of the gun and swung it in a semicircle. The tip of the gun then quickly turned from top to bottom and stabbed towards Dolina's calf.
Dolina swung down her raised heavy sword, splitting the tip of Meyer's spear to the left.
This attack was a real move, and both sides used about 70% of their strength. The sword blade and the spear shaft collided violently, making a clanging sound, which made the knuckles of both men numb.
Meyer, who was experienced in combat, took advantage of the force of Dolina's attack and quickly turned half a circle, turned his horse back and stabbed Dolina's throat with a spear, but Dolina, who was quick-eyed and quick-handed, swung her sword to block it again.
After the three lightning-fast consecutive hits in the first round missed, Meyer quickly took a few steps back and reset his formation.
Dolina's agility and strength made Meyer put aside his contempt. He gave up the swift and violent attack for a quick victory and instead focused on attrition.
He took a stance, steadying his body and remaining relatively motionless. He waved the butt of his spear in his right hand, letting the tip of the spear cover Dolina's entire body like a poisonous snake, causing the young knight to suddenly move forward and backward. He raised his heavy knight sword high and chopped continuously. His movements were wide and dazzling, winning cheers from the crowd, but he expended much more energy than Meyer.
If this continues for a long time, you will eventually fail due to exhaustion.
Meyer's tactics were very logical and there were no loopholes in their execution, but more than ten minutes passed, and Dolina displayed amazing body movements and swordsmanship like a knight, but she remained calm, her breathing steady, and she looked as calm as water.
On the contrary, although Meyer's physical strength was consumed slowly, he was already a little out of breath after a long time.
His performance caught Duke Dolina's sight without a doubt, and the blond-haired, blue-eyed knight girl seemed even more relaxed.
Seeing that his tactics didn't seem to be working, Meyer's panic grew little by little. His sharp shooting skills gradually became disordered, and one or two flaws were revealed from time to time. Although they were small and fleeting, they were enough for Dolina.
Opportunities for counterattack can be found everywhere, but Dolina still maintains a calm defensive posture. She is unwilling to fight back and forth, just waiting for the opportunity to defeat the enemy with one blow.
"Huh!" Dolina seized the opportunity and blocked the limp spear with a sword, leaving Meyer wide open and allowing the young knight to leap in front of him.
The spearman was immediately at a disadvantage as the swordsman got close to him. Before Meyer could distance himself again, Dolina had already swung her heavy sword and chopped him down on the head.
Meyer had no choice but to hold the spear horizontally above his head to block it, ready to take Dolina's thundering blow, but the sword blade hit the spear as light as a feather.
It turned out that Dolina's move was a feint. As soon as the weapons intersected, Dolina quickly turned the sword and pointed the sword that had been passed down in the family for nearly a thousand years at Meyer's chest, which had no time to defend. She pierced Meyer's dilapidated breastplate from bottom to top and directly penetrated his heart.
Meyer's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and unwillingness.
Dolina calmly drew out her sword, letting the gushing blood stain her armor red.
Meyer's strong body fell like a landslide, and he died with his eyes wide open in front of Dolina's long leather boots.
"Oh oh oh------!" The crowd of onlookers suddenly burst into cheers and applause, and warm applause resounded in the huge square.
Today, they not only saw the noble and elegant ladylike demeanor of Duke Dolina as usual, but also saw the rare and agile heroic figure of the Valkyrie. The bloody smell stimulated their nerves, making them more noisy than before.
After this lively drama, Duke Dolina heard several petitions and handled some other matters, but none of them were as exciting as the duel, so the citizens' response was mediocre.
Only after everything was over did sparse applause break out.
Dolina waved goodbye to her subjects with a smile, returned to the inner room of the town hall, changed out of her bloody armor, put on a more convenient black long skirt, and with the help of her maids, got into a large and luxurious four-horse carriage, leaving the city for a private castle in the suburbs, with knights and guards following on both sides.
Just as the carriage drove out of the city gate, Dolina leaned back on the soft cushion and closed her eyes to rest, when someone knocked gently on the window.
Dolina opened the window and saw the blond middle-aged knight who was the first to stand up and fight for her riding a horse with the carriage.
"Father, what's wrong?" Dolina Royce asked softly.
"I just received the notice, Your Excellency." Sir Jonathan Royce, whom the beautiful duchess called "father," replied in a low voice, suppressing his excitement. "This year's divinely chosen location is our Rhine, and the time is set for seven days from now!"
"Great!" Dolina swept away her previous tiredness, and the fire in her beautiful green eyes burned calmly and fiercely, "Finally..." Ever since the omniscient and omnipotent only true God ascended to the throne about a hundred years ago, he would select eighteen noble girls from the world every year and grant them the opportunity to serve in the heavenly palace.
If you are lucky, you can give birth to a fairy princess (a daughter with divine blood, a princess of the kingdom of gods), thus continuing the family lineage.
Inherit family power and wealth.
After three years of trials, once one passes the assessment, one will obtain an immortal body, be ranked among the immortals, and live as long as heaven and earth.
Every noble girl who is over twelve years old is eligible to participate in the election and can participate in up to six sessions.
There are many nobles in the vast East and West continents, but there are very few quotas each year, and the East and West are divided half each.
Of the nine places in the Western Continent, two are taken by the Rosa Empire, two by the Damia Empire, three by the Demon Race, and the last two places are shared by the Papal States and its three holy kingdoms.
How many beautiful noble girls have failed to meet the emperor after six consecutive selections, and finally had to marry ordinary men.
Dolina's mother was one of the losers. From the age of twelve to seventeen, she failed to be selected for six consecutive times. In the end, she could only recruit her knight Jonathan as her son-in-law and gave birth to Dolina to continue the title and bloodline of the Royce family. She died of depression at a young age.
In order to make up for her mother's regret and fulfill her mother's last wish, Dolina has been painstakingly preparing for God's selection since she was a child.
In order to maintain and improve her appearance, Dolina never eats arbitrarily. She only eats beauty meals carefully calculated and adjusted by nutritionists, goes to bed early and gets up early, and maintains healthy and good work and rest habits.
In order to eliminate the strong body odor of most women in the Western Continent, Dolina directly removed some of her sweat glands through surgery.
In order to maintain her skin and cultivate body odor, Dolina takes a bath every morning and evening, one milk bath and one flower bath.
In order to cater to the preferences of His Majesty the Lord, Dolina, who was more talented in magic, chose the path of chivalry. She practiced hard every day and reached the ninth level of cultivation at the age of seventeen.
Despite this, Dolina's path to becoming God's chosen one was not smooth.
So far, she has participated in the God's Selection five times. Perhaps it was because other noble girls were more talented and worked harder, or perhaps it was because the fairy concubines or fairy maidens in charge of the God's Selection each time did not like her personality, so Dolina returned empty-handed every time.
Dolina is already seventeen years old, and this year is her last chance.
"Any news about the selector?" Dolina asked anxiously. "Do you know which immortal concubine or consort it will be?"
"The spies I sent to the Damian Empire reported it," Sir Jonathan replied, "It is said to be Concubine Xuan from the Hot Spring Palace." Starting from the end of spring this year, Concubine Xuan began to be selected in batches from the East Continent, passing through the Rosa Empire and the Damian Empire. After the selection of the Three Holy Kingdoms was completed, finally they went to the Demon Realm to select from the elves, dwarves, orcs and other alien races.
Mortals know very little about the divine palace above the nine heavens. The ones they know the most are the several immortal concubines who take turns to be in charge of the divine selection.
This Concubine Xuan of the Hot Spring Palace has not been in charge of the God's Selection for more than ten years. It is rumored that she was born in the East Continent and is extremely favored by His Majesty the God. She can be regarded as the first after the Queen Mother and the leader of all concubines. Her personality is as cold as ice. It is said that she once scared mortals with just one look.
Knowing that she was about to be scrutinized by the rumored terrifying Concubine Xuan, Dolina's heart suddenly surged with worry and retreat. However, as soon as she thought of her mother's earnest expectations, Dolina seemed to have infinite courage. She cheered up and said in a deep voice to her father outside the car window and to herself inside the car window: "This time, I must be chosen!" Seven days later, nearly a hundred noble girls from the three sacred kingdoms gathered in Dolina's castle, awaiting the arrival of Concubine Xuan.
When the appointed time arrived, colorful clouds in the sky floated closer with the sound of stringed instruments. A giant dragon with green scales pulled a gorgeous and spacious dragon carriage and flew down from the sky, landing steadily in the open space in front of the castle.
The giant green dragon with a stern and ancient face was huge in size. Its mouth could easily swallow the dozen girls present, and the carriage on the dragon's back was as big as a football field.
Dolina had seen this dragon carriage five times. It was said that this was the exclusive seat for His Majesty the God, and only the celestial concubines were qualified to ride it when they were in charge of the God's selection.
Dolina understood that the key point was not the luxury of the carriage but the person pulling it. The only giant dragon in the world was the legendary Venerable Azure Dragon, a powerful man who had roamed the world in ancient times and was widely respected by mankind. Only Venerable Azure Dragon was qualified to serve as the mount of His Majesty the God.
The car door opened, a flash of light passed by, and two beautiful and graceful maids walked onto the dragon's back outside the car.
The two maids were wearing gauze-like dresses, thin but not transparent, which set off their charming bodies with baby faces and big breasts.
They look surprisingly identical, obviously a pair of identical twins.
The next woman to appear at the car door was an even more eye-catching one. She was wearing a pure white fairy dress that was full of brilliance, but one could not ignore her milky white skin that was as clean as snow. Her long hair seemed to be casually draped behind her, floating but not falling, as if gently lifted by the breeze. A faint yet beautiful smile hung on her elegant and unparalleled face.
The twin maids stood on either side, each extending a hand to help Concubine Xuan off the dragon's back.
The green dragon roared, carrying the carriage and flew into the sky, and disappeared into the clouds in the blink of an eye.
"The beauties of the Three Holy Kingdoms and the Duke of Rhine respectfully welcome the arrival of the Immortal Queen Xuan." Led by Dolina, the beauties, knights, guards, and servants saluted Queen Xuan in unison.
"Stand up." Xuan Fei's voice was cold and ethereal. The volume seemed not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone.
Everyone stood up and made way for her. Concubine Xuan walked forward calmly with light steps.
She wore high-soled clogs made of white jade, but every step she took was not on the ground, but on the suspended void.
Dolina couldn't help but secretly sigh that this was a true fairy from heaven, incomparable to those cultivators in the mortal world who claimed to be fairies.
Concubine Xuan stepped into the castle of the Royce family step by step and temporarily rested in Dolina's boudoir.
The twin maids sat in the spacious main reception room and began the first round of preliminary selection.
There were a total of ninety-one beauties to be selected this time, divided into thirteen batches, with seven people in each batch. They entered the reception room in order and lined up in a row. The twin maids picked out the most outstanding one and then handed it to Concubine Xuan for selection.
As the organizer of this divine selection, Dolina took advantage of her position to check the qualifications of these beauties in advance. When arranging the order, she put the six with the worst qualifications together with herself, making herself stand out from the crowd and easily stand out.
This plan paid off. The group of beauties that Dolina was in had already entered the hall. After the team was lined up, the ceremonial officer read out the name, identity, age and other information of each beauties one by one for the twin maids to refer to when making their choices. But Dolina could feel that the eyes of the two celestial palace maids were on her from the very beginning, and they hardly wavered.
As expected, just as the celebrant finished his announcement, the calm and reserved maid sitting on the left made her judgment: "I believe the winner of this round is our host, Miss Dorina Royce, Duke of the Rhine."
"I agree!" The more lively and outgoing maid sitting on the right nodded, constantly looking at Dolina from head to toe with admiration, "Ms. Dolina is the perfect choice!" Having easily passed the preliminary selection, Dolina and the other twelve beauties who also passed the preliminary selection were waiting outside their boudoirs.
The twin maids went in and announced for a while, then began to let the selected beauties enter the bedroom one by one to be examined individually by Concubine Xuan.
Compared to the opportunistic primary election, this final election is much more difficult and the situation is much more complicated.
Some of the beauties who lined up ahead of Dolina came out within five minutes, while others lasted nearly half an hour. This made Dolina quite curious about Concubine Xuan's selection method.
After several hours of agonizing waiting, it was finally Dorina's turn.
She perked up and slowly approached the room.
This is Dolina's bedroom, spacious and warm. All the furnishings and traces should be extremely familiar, but at this moment, there is inexplicably a sense of awe, mystery and beauty.
Empress Xuan, who seemed to have holy light all over her body, was sitting casually at the head of the bed at this moment. Her elegant and noble body was not restrained at all. She was as relaxed and comfortable as a girl who came to play in her best friend's room, which made Dolina a little dazed.
Despite this, Dolina did not dare to be negligent. She quickly came to her senses and saluted Empress Xuan who was sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Dolina Royce, Duke of Rhine of the Kingdom of Deran, a member of the Holy Sword Knights under Pope Urna and Saint Vera, comes to see Her Majesty Xuan!" According to previous statistics, more than 60% of the noble girls chosen by God were knights, so Dolina specifically emphasized that she was a member of the strongest knight order in the Western Continent, and actually put on armor and equipped herself with a knight's sword.
However, Dolina understood that the plate armor and heavy sword used in actual combat were not very beautiful, so she wore flashy fish-scale gold armor and a slender ceremonial sword.
"You are very beautiful, Dolina Royce." Concubine Xuan opened her red lips slightly, and her cold voice lingered in Dolina's ears, "Your appearance, your stature, and your temperament are all impeccable." Although she had heard a lot of unreserved words of praise since she was a child, Dolina's heart surged when she heard it coming from the mouth of the beautiful Concubine, and her ears couldn't help but burn with heat: "Thank you for your praise, Your Majesty..." Encouraged, Dolina bravely looked directly into Concubine Xuan's eyes, and saw a slight ripple flash across her beautiful and deep eyes, and then turned into a captivating smile: "Okay, take off all your clothes and armor." Hearing the unexpected words, Dolina hesitated for a moment, and then reacted.
What you should choose is the qualification to serve the Lord God with your body and beauty, so naturally you need to have a comprehensive examination of your naked body.
Empress Xuan is of the same sex, so what's wrong with her taking off her clothes?
Dolina convinced herself and quickly started working. After a while, she was completely naked, revealing her tall, sexy and muscular body that was usually hidden under her clothes and armor.
Although there were usually several maids serving her closely during bathing, those maids were just a group of lower-ranking people, and Dolina did not care about their gazes.
At this moment, Dolina became the inferior. She had to expose her breasts and crotch in front of Xuan Fei, the superior, and accept her merciless scrutiny. She felt extremely ashamed, like a thorn in her back. Her beautiful back, which was originally as straight as a giant tree, actually showed signs of hunchback.
"Very good, and there is nothing wrong with your figure." Concubine Xuan nodded gently, "Your skin is delicate and firm, your breasts are round and firm, your nipples are pink and full, your waist and abdomen are flat and smooth, and your golden pubic hair is thick but not messy. It is magnificent and breathtaking." Dolina did not expect to hear the elegant Concubine Xuan say such direct and bold obscene words, and she was evaluating her own body. She blushed for a moment and didn't know how to respond.
Just when Dolina was at a loss, Concubine Xuan gave another order: "Turn around and turn your back to here." Dolina felt as if she had been pardoned. She quickly turned around and turned her back to Concubine Xuan. Although there was nothing objection to this ostrich-like hiding, at least this way she would not have to face Concubine Xuan's scrutinizing gaze.
"Your butt is big and firm, and your back is straight like a white jade plate. You are worthy of being a female knight." After checking for a while, Concubine Xuan gave a few shameful compliments and then said, "Kneel down and put your hands on the ground." Dolina did not dare to hesitate. She immediately bent her knees and knelt on the ground, then leaned her upper body forward, folded her hands on the ground, and placed her head down on the back of her hands.
This was a kneeling posture that expressed complete submission. Dolina had accepted this kneeling posture from others, but she had only done so in a private church when praying to His Majesty the Lord. No one in the mortal world was qualified to accept this kneeling posture from the Duke of Rhine.
But Empress Xuan was not an ordinary person, but a high-ranking fairy in the heavenly palace. Therefore, Dolina knelt without complaint, with her butt facing the fairy in the heavenly palace behind her in a prostrate posture.
"This kneeling posture is not standard." Unexpectedly, Concubine Xuan raised an objection to Dolina's posture, "Your buttocks should not rest on your heels. Instead, your knees should be kept on the ground, the farther away the better." Doubts arose in Dolina's heart. Her etiquette teacher had never taught her that there were such requirements for kneeling, but Concubine Xuan's advice would certainly not be wrong.
Dolina followed Concubine Xuan's instructions and adjusted the posture of her lower body. She soon discovered that if she wanted to keep her knees on the ground, her heels must also keep in contact with the ground. In this way, the so-called "the farther away the buttocks and the heels are, the better" actually meant that she should lift her butt as high as possible... Dolina's ears were burning hot, and she felt extremely ashamed.
The Duchess, who had always been conservative and pure, suddenly became interested in "serving God".
She had a very clear understanding of the matter. In the past, she thought that this was her mother's last wish, the glory of her family, and her personal future, and she had not thought deeply about the details. Only now did she realize that this meant handing over her pure and innocent body to others to enjoy and trample on at will. Although these "others" were gods and fairies in heaven, it did not reduce the shame in Dolina's heart.
"Don't hesitate." Empress Xuan behind her immediately noticed the stagnation of Dolina's body and said softly, "In the Heavenly Palace, hesitation is a taboo. Unhesitating obedience is your armor." This cold yet gentle voice floated into Dolina's ears, calming her panicked heart.
Duke Dolina is definitely not a coward who would retreat, and at this point there is no room for retreat.
After making the decision, Dolina no longer hesitated and tried her best to bend her body into a triangle, with her thick and strong buttocks arched high like a mountain.
"You're a quick learner. Whether viewed from the front or the back, your vagina is plump and bright, which is also very good." Empress Xuanfei's voice was filled with praise, and then she gave an order, "Reach behind and spread your asshole."
Hearing the further shameful order from Concubine Xuan, Dolina's body trembled, but the lesson of "don't hesitate" was still fresh in her ears. Dolina immediately pressed her smooth forehead against the ground, trying her best to support her body. She slowly stretched her hands to the left and right of her anus, pressing a piece of buttocks on each side, gently pulling them apart, revealing the deepest hole in her body. Suddenly, it seemed as if a breeze blew across her anus, arousing an itch, which made Dolina's body tremble again.
"Okay, turn back."
Empress Xuan's inspection of the anus lasted only half a minute, but Dolina felt as if half an hour had passed in agony.
After hearing the new order, Dolina breathed a sigh of relief. She immediately withdrew her hands, dropped her buttocks, straightened her upper body, and used her knees as a fulcrum to twist her body 180 degrees, facing the fairy in the celestial palace on the edge of the bed again.
After everything that happened just now, Dolina was no longer as restrained as before about exposing her breasts in front of Concubine Xuan. This time, her back was as straight as a pine tree.
After Dolina knelt firmly, this time Empress Xuan did not speak, but raised her frosty white wrist and waved at her.
When Dolina saw this, she raised her knees and slowly crawled to the front of Concubine Xuan.
As she got closer, Dolina smelled a faint fragrance, but she didn't know whether the source was the seamless celestial clothes worn by Concubine Xuan, or simply the perfect celestial body under the plain fairy skirt.
The fragrance was not strong, but rather very light, yet it was so refreshing that Dolina was intoxicated by it for a moment.
At this moment, Dolina heard Empress Xuan's new instruction: "Take off my shoes."
Empress Xuan was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs hanging down, her feet dangling slightly about ten centimeters off the ground, and she was wearing high-soled shoes made of white jade.
Dolina bent her knees and sat on her heels, just like a maid would help her put on shoes and slippers. She stretched out her hands to lift Concubine Xuan's feet and put them on her thighs. Then she took off the heavy jade shoes and put them aside carefully, letting Concubine Xuan's soft and warm soles fall on her thighs. The exposed skin pressed together, and waves of warmth came from the connection, flowing along the back to Dolina's brain, and the other way along the inner thigh to the crotch, making Dolina feel a strange heat deep in her tightly closed vagina.
Just as Dolina was distracted, Concubine Xuan spoke again, this time only one word uttered from her beautiful cherry lips: "...Lick."
"Ah?" Hearing the order from Concubine Xuan, Dolina moved her hands to
The Empress lifted her jade feet extremely slowly while her brain worked furiously, pondering the purpose of this instruction.
In the human world, there is a ritual of submission that involves kissing the back of the feet. This is a step further than Dolina's kneeling ritual just now, where she prostrated herself on the ground. Is this what Empress Xuan meant?
Dolina really hoped it was, but she knew very clearly that it was not. The heat in her lower body told her that this was not such a simple instruction.
Dolina lowered her eyes, and the jade feet in her palm were getting closer and closer to her. All she could see was the delicate white skin on the back of Concubine Xuan's feet, the crystal clear toenails, and the toes of different shapes but all very cute.
Looking closely, there is a faint halo surrounding Concubine Xuan's skin. Could this be the divine light of the fairies in heaven?
Dolina's throat tightened, and her mouth became very dry. Her tender little tongue involuntarily licked the dry corners of her mouth.
"Don't hesitate, obedience is your armor." The words that Concubine Xuan had said before suddenly echoed in Dolina's mind again, but for some reason they sounded much gentler than the time she actually heard them.
There was something different in Dolina's eyes. She lowered her head and stuck out the pink little tongue of a seventeen-year-old girl, almost impatient.