NTR School: S Rank Student

In the Northern Region

King Helix sat atop his throne with his wife beside him, directly feeding him grapes.

His wife was the most beautiful woman in all of the north, yet she was only one of the many women in the king's harem.

In front of them was one of the King's scouts, reporting to them the politics and conflicts taking place around Vailstone.

But of course, only one topic has been the centre of attention within the last week.

The death of Emperor Joshua Brunell.

King Helix had never been on good terms with the man, but his death bothered him deeply.

Not the fact that the man had lost his life, but rather who it was taken by.

King Helix let out a sigh as he patted his lap, gesturing for his wife to sit down. Of course, she obeyed. He felt and enjoyed the soft buttocks resting against him that he loved so much.

"What can you tell me about the killer," Helix asked his reporter as he groped at his wife's plump breasts; she let out moans, uncaring the man in front of her watching.

The reporter's cheeks began to blush at the lewd sight taking place, though he made sure not to lay eyes on the Queen's breasts, lest he anger the king.

"W-well, we have not got much information on his background my king, but the students of the schools have come to call him many titles. Dragon king, Son of the Dragon... I even heard someone call him 'Born of the Flames.' but the man's real name is Raphael Brooks."

King Helix listened to the man's reports, as he turned over the titles in his head.

Born of the Flames... There's only one man I know who deserves that title, and he certainly isn't from the five schools.

The king scratched at his beard in thought.

"Dear husband," the queen said whilst on the kings lap. "Might I suggest that we send one of the Ten Angels?"

Helix's eyes lit up at the suggestion.

"One? Why not send two. We can see if this Raphael is a true child of the Dragons."

The queen let out a laugh as her breasts were being fondled.

"Now, now, let's not get ahead of ourselves, my love. The number 7 ranked should be enough. I am quite fond of that woman."

Helix agreed. After all, he was quite fond of the woman as well.

"Then it's settled. Send the 7th Angel to the five schools with orders to kill Raphael on sight. If he is as great as they claim him to be, then he should not die."

"And if he does die." The Queen continued for him. Then it simply means that Emperor Joshua was clearly not worthy enough. He would be the weakest of all the rulers."

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After his time spent with Juniper by the Silver Lake, Raphael returned to the sixth school with a bounce to his step. He was feeling good.

Not only had he fucked Juniper senseless, but he had also confirmed that the Six Schools and the Western region were at peace. At least for the time being.

With that done, I've completed my first task as king.

I should get used to this. There will only be more-

His thoughts were cut off, as he spotted somebody walking through the fields towards him.

He was only a mile away from the school, so seeing someone near the grounds should have hardly been a surprise.

But this was no student. He could tell by the lack of uniform.

As the approach got closer, it was clear that she was a woman. Not just an ordinary woman, but a beautiful one at that.

Her skin was like a golden tone, and she had a slight slant to her beautiful green eyes.

She wore white and gold robes, which made her look like some sort of healer, which could have certainly been possible. Her hair was blonde and held and held back in two long braids.

But what stood out most to Raphael was the woman's body. The outfit she wore was incredibly revealing. It had a slit up the leg, revealing the white skin of her thighs, and the colour hung low to reveal her generous cleavage.

Raphael was lost in a trance as the woman walked through the field. He only snapped out of it once he realised the woman was heading directly towards him.

Is she a settler from a nearby villager, perhaps seeking help?

As she stepped into range, Raphael made sure to keep as much distance as he could allow whilst still remaining close.

The woman looked at him with her slanted eyes, which seemed to pierce through him, but he simply wandered to her body.

"The King of the North sends his regards." The woman said suddenly, voice stern and absolute.

The King of the North?

Raphael tried to rack his mind back to the meeting with the five queens. They went over all the different rulers of the regions.

The North... Who was their king?

But before he could come to an answer, a humming sound rang through the air.

Raphael looked forward to see that the woman's hand were now outstretched into the air as though she wished to call upon the thunder.

And she did.

Above him was a golden cloud beginning to form from nowhere. It was nighttime, but its radiance provided him with a light. A menacing one.

Raphael quickly stepped backwards, trying to jump out of the way of the golden clouds' light, but it didn't work.

"The Light of the Gods cannot be escaped." The woman said, breasts jiggling as she waved her hands in the air, forcing the cloud to follow him. "It will strike you wherever you go."

Then, the seventh angel let her thunder roar.

A golden bolt of lightning shot from the cloud and through the sky, crashing into the man that King Helix had sent her to kill.

She hardly wished to use such a terrific ability on a man that she hardly knew. But his orders were obvious.

Take the 'Dragon Kings' life.

But as the Seventh Angel looked down to see the result of her attack, she was met with a sight that shocked her to her core.

Raphael Brooks stood there, unharmed, and with a flaming red armour enveloping his entire body.

The man wore a helmet, so she could not see the expression on his face, but she had a feeling that the Dragon King wore a smile.

He blocked the Light of the Gods! Who is this man?

Raphael stepped forward with rage building in his heart.

"I'm not sure who this King of the North is." He said, calling upon his other dragons and feeling the blades forming in his hands. "But he has made himself a new enemy."