The Golden Lord has a perverted SSS-rank summoning system!

"Nghnnn~~ y-yeah," Evelyn nodded, her face flushed as her eyes darted between Ethan and Alice.

The blonde beauty wasn’t at all happy that she couldn’t accompany her husband on this military campaign, but what could she do?

She was pregnant.

The child in her womb was being nourished perfectly thanks to the fruits of the Tree of Life, and she remained under the constant care of Arwen, who cast various life-nourishing spells upon her whenever possible.

That was her focus at the moment: bearing a child worthy of being Ethan’s heir.

Of course, she still worried about her husband’s safety, but he had Amelia by his side.

Ethan had asked Amelia to intervene only in extreme cases, but the woman was so overprotective of her son that she would act at the slightest sign of danger.

Evelyn rose from Ethan’s lap, and he stood up shortly afterward, leaning over Alice and stealing a lingering kiss from his wife’s lips.

"I’ll order Doran to start preparing the troops to march. We’ll leave as soon as everything is ready... I won’t be long, I promise," Ethan murmured against her lips.

Alice nodded silently, bringing her delicate fingers to her husband’s face, the soft tips gliding along his jawline in a slow, tender caress.

Unfortunately, the young lord could not linger in her arms for long.

After exchanging a few more caresses and one last kiss, he left with Evelyn.

The palace corridors were silent, with only the muffled echo of their footsteps reverberating off the polished marble walls.

Ethan’s wives were all busy with something.

Ophelia was training new shadow maids; Arwen and Elena were focused on developing Goldenveil; Seo-ah was immersed in preparations to launch her players guild; and Ysara remained ready to protect Goldenveil at the slightest sign of a threat, all while training the Golden Rose Guard.

In this war, Ethan would have only Evelyn, Mireya, and Amelia accompanying him.

Amelia would not participate directly in the battle. Ethan had asked her to remain hidden, intervening only if things got out of hand.

"I spoke with some scouts yesterday... the orcs have already gathered more than thirty thousand green skins—including orcs, goblins, and kobolds. Apparently, they even have a hundred trolls with them," Evelyn remarked, walking beside Ethan with her arms crossed beneath her huge, juicy tanned tits.

The young lord nodded, his gaze lost somewhere ahead.

"I know... orc scouts have been spotted on the outskirts of Goldenveil as well. The main army seems to have already left the camp where they were gathering. They’re marching slowly, probably waiting for us to leave the walls of Goldenveil," he replied, scratching his chin thoughtfully.

Thirty thousand green skins fighting to the death would, without a doubt, be a difficult situation to handle.

The concern only grew when he considered that a human, elven, and dwarven army of another forty thousand soldiers would be marching right behind the green skin horde.

Normally, Ethan wouldn’t be the least bit worried about this.

Green skins were irrational. If the army marching behind them got too close, they would charge at the coalition without hesitation, forgetting any other target.

The problem was that, according to the reports his scouts had brought him, a fourth-stage orc was leading the green skin army.

They didn’t seem to have the slightest interest in fighting that allied coalition. Their sights were set solely on Goldenveil.

As Ethan pondered this information, a system notification popped up before him.

[The wrath of the God of War falls upon Goldenveil.

A fourth-stage Orc Shaman has received the message from the God of War and declared the annihilation of Goldenveil, filthy sinners and enemies of their divinity.

All green skins gain a temporary 20% bonus to base Strength attributes while fighting against Goldenveil.

Green skins will fight to the death to annihilate Goldenveil.

Rewards will be granted based on the level of success in defending against the Orc army.

Rewards will be divided into individual rewards and national rewards.]

[The God of War has declared you a sworn enemy.

From now on, exterminating groups and settlements of green skins will guarantee special rewards for all participants in the extermination.]

Upon seeing those notifications, Ethan let out a heavy sigh.

Ten thousand against a total of seventy thousand.

It would be a bitter battle, but he was confident.

Goldenveil’s army consisted entirely of elite soldiers trained to the limit, equipped with armor so powerful that most enemies wouldn’t even be able to scratch it.

They were like ten thousand battle tanks ready to halt the advance of stinking peasants armed with sticks and stones.

That battle, even far from the city walls, would be a veritable disaster for his enemies.

"How many girls in the Guard have already reached the third stage?" Ethan asked, turning to Evelyn.

The Golden Rose Guard was his private bodyguard unit. Well, his entire family’s private bodyguards, to be more specific.

Naturally, some of them would accompany him on the campaign.

"Only five so far... they’ve been making good use of all the investment you’ve poured into them," Evelyn replied with a slight, proud smile.

Hearing that, Ethan nodded, a satisfied smile curving the corners of his lips.

Among all those gacha tickets he’d opened, there were countless items capable of accelerating the rate at which someone grew stronger.

He hadn’t won many of these items above rank B, but the ones he had received still produced wonderful effects.

"Tell them to start getting ready. I’m going to talk to Doran," Ethan said, leaning over the tanned beauty and capturing her lips in a lingering kiss.

Evelyn didn’t hesitate, returning the kiss eagerly, her tongue meeting his for a brief, heated moment before she pulled away, her breath slightly ragged.

Ethan watched the beauty walk away down the hallway, his eyes fixed on that plump, tanned, luscious ass.

With every step, the two heavy orbs rose and fell in a hypnotic rhythm, the sun-kissed flesh churning and rolling beneath the tight fabric.

A soft ripple chased the motion across each cheek, only to die out as the next step reset the cycle all over again.

The tiny shorts—almost panties—barely covered the essentials. The hem dug cruelly into her skin, carving deep grooves along the curves of her ass cheeks and forcing the soft, tanned flesh to spill over the top and bulge out from beneath, framing the twitching curves like an obscene offering wrapped in cloth far too small for it.

It was a beautiful sight.

Shaking his head, Ethan focused his mind.

It was time for war.

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