Clusters[2]

Conan didn't bother to cover his face after he had relayed his threat, which wasn't in vain in any way. Even the woman could feel the bloodlust in his gaze but she wasn't intimidated.

Even though she had killed men in the most horrible ways possible, coupled with the divinity of the goddess in her, she could release the same amount of pressure but she didn't, so she followed through with her script.

She cackled and covered her mouth to suppress her laughter. Her shoulders shook causing her ample bosom to spring ever slightly "...And how are you going to do that?"

Conan raised a dagger which was completely made up of ice to her neck in a flash, but the woman was fast enough to at least stop him from dealing a fatal blow to her neck, albeit she couldn't stop him from cutting her skin and making blood trickle down to her cleavage.

"... Wait let's have a truce."She breathed out in relief and said, not minding her blood that have frozen due to the cold radiating from Conan's dagger.

"Let me have my brother first, I'll think about that later."Conan didn't lower the dagger and the lady didn't remove her grip from his hand.

"Fine..."She said with a bit of lingering and turned to her accomplices, who were subjugating Liam with the temptation he can't resist.

The two other ladies brought Liam over to him with reluctance. Liam on the other hand was in a daze, a longing smile on his face and his draconic eyes reverted eir humane form.

He slapped Liam a couple of times before he could snap out of his trance and when he did, he laughed out in glee "...Father, in the future. I saw it, my harem, full of lady dragons. It was glorious!"

"Okay..."Conan didn't know what to say and just prompted him to continue.

"...And I saw them!"He pointed at the tempting ladies, who smiled lavishly back at them "...They are the first ladies in my harem. Finally my fantasy..."A smile of accomplishment on his lips. His gaze was drawn to the sky as he dreamed.

Conan sighed and slapped Liam on the back of his head. "Liam, snap out of your fantasy, they're using it to get into your head."

"But, it's not a fantasy!"Liam whined and held his head, looking at Conan like the baby he was.

"Look, you have to set a new goal for yourself, let your harem wait till you reach the dragon plane."Conan whispered to Liam, so nobody could listen in on what they were saying.

"...But the dragons there will..."Liam was a bit scared. The dragons at the dragon plane will try to kill him for being a taint to the draconic bloodline, not to talk of having a harem there.

"Yes! That's the purpose of bringing you to the mortal realm and turning you into a mortal for now. I didn't bring you to chase your fantasies, I brought you so you can be strong enough to make fantasies come true."Conan said to Liam with passion, his words directly flowing into his hypnotized spirit and overriding the charm placed on him.

Liam's cloudy mind cleared up and a determined expression took the place of the stupid smile on his face. Like magic, Conan's words worked but alas, it was temporal.

"Yes, I will be—..."

"Um... Gentlemen!"The buxom lady called out, stopping Liam midsentence and bringing the focus of both father and son duo towards her "...Let's have a truce and be partners in the future."

"Uh, I don't have time to make a partnership now. Maybe in the future, we'll talk about the partnership and the benefits that come along with it."Conan neutrally said and turned towards Liam, who was wondering why he didn't accept the partnership "Let's go home..."

A peal of hysterical laughter rang across the forest in reply to what he said. He turned his head and looked at the buxom lady who laughed loudly with her head thrown back, making her assets bounce in their sloppy encasement.

"...She knew you'd say that."After concluding her round of hysteric laughter, she said and summoned a great sword with a long and dark, crusty and curvy hilt from nowhere. To be precise, from a place that only she knew of.

But Conan saw that before the sword fully materialized, a strange glow appeared on her chest. This brings up another question, was he looking?

This made his mind reel back to where the woman was just a breath away from him. Had she used her smell to do something to his mind?

The other ladies also brought out their weapons. The whimsy one with a long and thin cannular sword, with a sharp and narrow point. With a long hilt and circular guard.

The Sword reminded him of Loki's sword which was also cannular but wasn't as long and flexible as this was.

The gleeful lady, on the other hand, brought out a whip with a long handle and the whip was long and barbed. If one looked closely like Conan did, they'd find rough articulations on the whip. They could elongate and cut.

"Well then... Since you don't want to be partners with us Estries, don't blame us for forcing it on you."The buxom woman twirled the greatsword with one hand. Her smile was creepy, to say the least, and her glowing purple eyes were full of mischief.

"Who forces a truce on someone else?"Liam frowned. The feeling was faint but it smelled fishy.

"Your goddess? Well, I don't much care..."He shrugged disregarding the fact that weapons were bared at him and looked to the side "Liam, let's go ho— Liam!"

He trailed off midsentence because Liam was no longer beside him. He looked around in panic, going back to the apartment far outweighed the urge to fight.

"Ol' Bro! I'm here!"Liam called out to him from a tree not so far away from him. There, Conan saw Liam climbing up a tree. Even though it was dark, he saw him.

After Liam reached the top of the tree, he summoned his broadsword and leaped, with both hands raising the sword above his head.

The broadsword had a golden pattern etched hilt—a grip to afford the use of two hands, diamond-shaped pommel, and angular quillons that carried the base of the blade. The sword is wide and double-edged, with spirit codes intricately but exquisitely etched on its surface.

Conan felt proud when he saw this. His baby didn't run from a fight, so he changed his mind in an instant, he won't leave his son alone with the Estries after all.

The ladies Liam was advancing toward laughed, the buxom lady signaled the two others to take care of him while she faced Conan.

The gleeful lady laughed and whipped at Liam with her whip. It elongated and coiled around Liam's torso while he was still in midair. Then the lady had the facility to thrust him onto a tree, which stems caved in as his body hit it.

"Whee..."Liam whooped as he was being thrown off by the whip but Conan cringed. The little dragon had no experience in fighting in life-and-death battles at all, and now he treated such battles like a friendly spar.

Although he had told Liam to hold back 90% of his power yet, he felt ashamed. A little ashamed.

"Hey..."The buxom lady called to him, and he looked at her as she rested on her sword "...Your brother can't handle the girls alone and if want to help, you'll have to go through me."

Conan didn't say anything and just looked towards Liam, who was being whipped by the gleeful lady and at the same was attacked by the cannular sword of the Whimsy woman.

"Haha... Ouch! That hurts..."

"HmHmHm... I know!"

Clashes of blades and laughter echoed in the forest as they fought, but Liam was gradually being subdued as his blind spots were always being caught in the attacks, and he would suffer an injury or two to the pleasure of the women.

Conan looked back at the buxom lady and raised his palms above the other, making Spiritual energy converge in between.

He released the energy towards the buxom lady and it split into numerous pieces. Each shifted to form ice spears as they hurtled towards her with great piercing force.

The lady was startled as that was unexpected for her but she was still quick to react. She skillfully twirled her great sword rapidly on a finger, generating a protective airfield that ground the spears. But the force behind the spears pushed her backwards.

Conan was also holding back, but this amount of power would have killed a disciple of kongieus already.

She regained her stance with a smile of accomplishment and dashed towards Conan. Conan on the other hand created double short-shafted spears out of ice and also charged with a smile, to clash with the lady head-on.

But right as they were about to clash, something soft and bouncy collide with him, precisely his face, and blocked his vision, a sensual smell assailed his nostrils, followed by a hand around his head.

It was completely out of the blue...

His mind spun a bit, someone had ambushed him. Series laughter belonging to the buxom woman rang out, followed by a voice "...Go with Arness, we'll take care of your brother!"

So there was a fourth lady who was waiting to Ambush him? The strength at which she collided with him was nothing to scoff at. If not for the softness that cushioned his head from the collision, he was sure that it would have been bleeding by now.

After all his mortal form didn't have protective scales.

He felt a sensual body press onto him as they both rolled down a slope, the owner of the body he could guess was "Arness".

After a series of rolls and position shifts, the figure threw him off as he shifted on top during the roll. He balanced himself midair and land on his feet, Albeit with a crouch as he was still gliding down the slope and was facing upwards.

He saw the lady that ambushed him and he was amazed. The lady had lustrous black hair that was packed in a high doughnut. Glowing purple eyes that even for a moment he felt like he was directly at a nether-aligned goddess.

It didn't intimidate him as this case wasn't different from when he a celestial was about to fight a goddess, the difference in power won't be that much.

The only difference is that the one he wanted to fight was a mortal, but had a power equivalent to him in his mortal form. She was like a goddess in mortal form just like him, except that she wasn't.

This way he felt normal like there was nothing special about him, and he loved the feeling.

The woman was donning a dark purple bodysuit, with revealing details and tatter patterns that put emphasis on her curvy assets and arresting physique.

There was no armor whatsoever on her, but the bodysuit that was as tight as drawings on her body was more than enough, it was a relic made from divine energy.

She was practically nude and her presence seemed more significant in his mind than the others.

Perhaps, because this woman was chosen incarnate of a goddess. A deduction based on the power and charm she exuded.