The Kingdom’s Greatest Fool? No, I’m the Ruler From the Darkness ~The Hidden Face of the Fat Prince~ - Chapter 19: The Last Hope ☆

Chapter 19: The Last Hope ☆

Eleanor trudged heavily back to the Frostheart family’s castle.

The setting sun dipped toward the horizon, casting her long shadow on the ground.

That shadow seemed to mirror the darkness in her heart.

“Nothing… I could do nothing.”

She murmured quietly.

No aid had come from Duke Granblue.

Her relationship with Alexander had been strained by last night’s events.

He had tried desperately to help her, but it came to naught.

The castle’s main gate came into view.

Once a proud and radiant structure, it now loomed shadowed and forlorn.

No longer were there many guards as before; only a few stood at the gate, their faces weary.

“Lady Eleanor, welcome back.”

A guard bowed to her.

She tried to return a smile, but it was hollow.

“Where are my father and brother?”

“They are in the study. It seems an urgent meeting.”

Eleanor, harboring unease in her chest, entered the castle.

The corridors were sparsely populated with servants, lacking the vibrancy of old.

Many had likely been dismissed.

As she approached the study, her father’s and brother’s voices reached her.

She raised her hand to knock but paused.

Their conversation drifted through the door.

“There’s no other choice left…”

Her father’s exhausted voice.

“But to do such a thing…”

Her brother Raymond’s angry retort.

Summoning her courage, Eleanor knocked.

“Come in.”

Opening the door, she found her father and brother staring at her, their faces haggard.

A pile of documents lay on the table.

Among them, she glimpsed the contract she dreaded most.

A contract to sell Sophia into slavery.

“Eleanor…”

Her father, Earl Horace, offered a faint smile.

“You’re back.”

“Yes, Father.”

She entered the room quietly.

“I met with Duke Granblue.”

“And?”

Raymond asked, his voice tinged with hope.

His face bore deep signs of fatigue, likely from sleepless nights.

Eleanor shook her head.

“They’re in dire straits as well. No aid… can be given.”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

“I see…”

Her father sighed deeply.

“Then, there’s nothing else…”

“Where’s Sophia?”

Eleanor asked urgently, noticing her sister’s absence.

“In her room.”

Raymond answered.

“We haven’t told her anything yet.”

“Today is the day we must decide.”

Her father said quietly.

“Tomorrow is the deadline… we must settle it today.”

Eleanor’s heart tightened.

“Shall we call Sophia?”

Her father nodded with a heavy gaze.

Eleanor sent a servant to summon Sophia to the study.

Minutes later, 14-year-old Sophia entered the room.

Dressed in a pure white gown, her innocent smile clashed with the grim atmosphere of the house.

“Father, you called for me?”

Her voice was bright, untainted.

Eleanor’s chest ached.

She had to tell this pure sister what was about to happen.

“Sophia, sit down.”

Her father said gently.

Puzzled, Sophia took a seat.

“Everyone looks so grim. Did something happen?”

“Sophia, we need to talk.”

Her father took a deep breath and began explaining slowly.

The family’s financial state, the scale of their debt, and tomorrow’s repayment deadline.

He held nothing back.

Sophia’s expression shifted gradually.

From a bright smile to confusion, then fear.

“I… I didn’t know…”

Her voice trembled.

“But why tell me?”

Seeing the glance exchanged between her father and brother, Sophia’s face paled.

“Are you… hiding something?”

Raymond produced the contract.

“This is…”

Eleanor closed her eyes.

She couldn’t bear it.

“A proposal from a slave trader named Hugo Black.”

Raymond explained calmly.

“In exchange for 500,000 gold coins…”

“Me… as a slave?”

Sophia’s voice cracked.

Terror spread across her blue eyes.

“Only for three years.”

Her father said weakly.

“You’d be freed afterward…”

“No! I won’t! Why me?”

Sophia screamed, leaping to her feet.

Tears streamed down her face.

“Please… don’t do this!”

She broke into hysterical sobs.

Unable to endure it, Eleanor embraced her sister.

“Sophia, it’s alright…”

“How is it alright? I’ll be a slave! They’ll do horrible things to me, I know it!”

Sophia’s cries echoed through the room.

“I’ll find a way!”

Eleanor said desperately, her resolve hardening within.

“How?!”

Sophia sobbed, demanding an answer.

Eleanor had no reply.

“There’s a way… there has to be…”

She could offer no answer.

In truth, she didn’t know what to do.

“I’d rather die than be a slave… than be toyed with by strange men…”

Hearing Sophia’s whisper, Eleanor’s heart froze.

Her sister was contemplating suicide.

“Sophia! Don’t say that!”

She gripped her sister’s shoulders.

“I’ll protect you, I swear.”

Seeing Sophia’s tear-streaked face, Eleanor’s determination solidified.

To save her sister, she would do anything.

“Give me one night to think.”

Eleanor told her father and brother.

“I’ll have an answer by morning.”

Her father nodded, his face weary.

“Very well. But…”

“Leave it to me.”

Eleanor said firmly.

Taking Sophia’s hand, she left the room.

In the corridor, she escorted Sophia to her room, entrusting her to a maid.

Given Sophia’s mental state, leaving her alone was too dangerous.

—

Back in her own room, Eleanor stood by the window, gazing at the night sky.

The stars glittered coldly.

“What can I do…”

Her gaze fell upon the jewel box Prince Victor had given her.

It lay untouched on the bed.

“That’s right…”

She approached the box.

The jewel box itself was valuable.

Selling it could fetch some coin.

Not nearly 500,000, of course, but still…

Taking the box in hand, she noticed the lock, previously sealed, was now open.

“The time has come…”

Fearfully, she opened it.

Inside was something she hadn’t anticipated.

“What… is this…?”

Eleanor gasped.

A small, egg-like object lay within.

Accompanying it was an instruction manual.

Eleanor removed the contents, examining them closely.

Labeled “new product,” it had an oddly refined design.

“While using this product, you can forget everything.”

The manual’s catchphrase caught her eye.

“Such… such a thing… truly mocking me…”

She murmured weakly.

It wasn’t a luxury item.

Just a product sample.

But the box itself still held value.

Adorned with gems, it should fetch a considerable sum.

Eleanor was utterly exhausted.

Her heart and body were at their limit.

The family’s crisis, her sister’s despair, her own powerlessness.

Everything threatened to crush her.

“Just for a moment… I want to forget…”

Her hand reached for the new product.

Reason sounded a warning, but fatigue and despair drowned it out.

“Just a moment…”

She lay on the bed, removed her panties, and closed her eyes.

She wanted to forget everything.

Tomorrow, her family, Prince Victor…

Following the manual, Eleanor dripped saliva into the device’s indentation.

Then, she pressed her clitoris into it.

The moment she switched it on, the indentation latched onto her clitoris, vibrating.

“Hiaaah!”

She let out a loud cry.

An unexpected surge of pleasure erupted.

The intense sensation jolted through her, making Eleanor arch her back, her hips trembling uncontrollably.

“Ah… aaah…”

(What is this…)

She was bewildered by her own reaction.

But reason couldn’t withstand the device’s sweet temptation.

The pleasure enveloped her, soothing her weary heart and body.

“Ahn, ah, auu…”

Eleanor writhed on the bed, moaning and arching backward.

Wave after wave of pleasure brought her to orgasm repeatedly, her body jerking.

Yet, the device’s function wouldn’t relent.

The indentation gripped her clitoris with strong suction, refusing to release.

Her clitoris, held fast, radiated a tingling, electric pleasure.

Her body moved on its own.

Hips writhing, she rolled across the sheets.

As Eleanor moved, the device vibrated harder, stimulating her clitoris further.

“No… stop… ahn, ahnn, aaah!”

(I can’t… I shouldn’t be making these sounds.)

She pleaded in a tearful voice, but the device mercilessly delivered pleasure.

Eleanor reached to remove it, but her strength failed.

She couldn’t escape the ecstasy.

“Aa, auu, I’m coming, coming, coooming!”

(I shouldn’t… be doing this…)

Eleanor moaned repeatedly, drawing pleasure from the device.

Her rationality was utterly paralyzed.

Her world was free of all troubles and worries.

“Ah, aah, something’s… wrong… I can’t stop… hii… ah, aaah…”

Eleanor climaxed over and over.

Her body was wrapped in pleasure, her mind blank.

Yet, the device wouldn’t release her clitoris.

The indentation kept sucking and vibrating.

“No… no more… aaah! Stop… please…”

She begged through tears, but her trembling wouldn’t cease.

Waves of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her powerless to resist.

Forced to climax repeatedly, she thrashed on the bed, eyes rolling back.

“Stop… I can’t take more… no moreee!”

She pleaded in a tearful voice, to no avail.

Instead, the pleasure threatened to rob her of thought itself.

Overwhelmed by relentless climaxes, Eleanor longed to be freed from the device.

“Please… stop…”

(I’ll… go mad…)

“The switch… lower the intensity…”

Eleanor frantically searched for the device’s button.

Finding it, she pressed it.

But her finger slipped, mistakenly setting it to maximum.

“Ngohh! Aaaah! Oooaaah!”

(What… is this…)

She screamed at the ferocious vibration.

Trapped in inescapable ecstasy, she let out beastly cries, climaxing repeatedly.

“Aaaaahhh!!!”

She lay on her back, body arched like a bow.

Her toes stretched taut.

A torrent of pleasure coursed from her clitoris through her body.

“Ooooh! Fguuu! Coming, coming, coooming!!”

(It’s… too good…)

Eleanor climaxed endlessly.

Fading consciousness was yanked back by intense pleasure.

She struggled desperately to pull the device from her clitoris.

But the indentation clung tightly to her bud.

Trying to switch it off, her trembling fingers couldn’t manage.

“Nooo… this… aaah, ngoh, fguuu!”

(I have to stop…)

Sounds unimaginable from a lady spilled from her mouth.

The pleasure was too intense; she could think of nothing else.

“Aaah, it’s crazy… I can’t… endure… ooooh, oooooohhh!”

Eleanor’s rationality shattered.

Something within her snapped under the overwhelming pleasure.

“Ooooh… it’s… crazyyy… aaah…”

Her pleasure-drunk expression was no longer that of a lady.

Finally, words unthinkable for a noblewoman burst from her mouth.

“My pussy feels so good!! My pussy’s too good!! Coming, coming, coooming… can’t stop!!!”

Shame and propriety abandoned, vulgar words poured from Eleanor.

The lines were utterly crude.

Mad with pleasure, obscene phrases flew from her lips.

“My… pussy… feels so good… aaah… I’m going mad! More, more, make my pussy come!! My clit’s too good!!!”

Eleanor lay on the bed, legs spread, convulsing as she climaxed repeatedly with the device.

Screaming vulgarities…

Her state was that of a beast in heat.

Her rationality’s restraints were entirely gone.

“More… I want to come more… stir up Eleanor’s… filthy pussy…”

Her voice was sweet, trembling.

Cloudy love juices dripped from her crotch.

She was like a beast in estrus.

“Coming, coming, coooming… made to come again… ooooh, ohh, oho, coming, coming, coooming!”

Lewd cries spilled endlessly from her mouth.

Words she’d never utter normally poured forth.

“Ahn, coming so good, my clitoris, too good, it’ll break!!!”

Eleanor drowned in a sea of pleasure.

Casting aside reason and pride, she screamed instinctively.

“Ohh, oho, coming, coooming, so good, ooooh!!!”

Even after fainting, eyes rolled back, the device didn’t stop, forcing awakening, convulsions, and climaxes.

“Aaah, I’ll die!! Coming, coming, aaah, so good! I’m really going maaad!!!”

Eleanor was a captive of pleasure.

Writhing in endless orgasms, she moaned.

“Ooh, oho, coming, coooming, how farrr! Too filthy!! My clit’s melting!!!”

She thrashed her head, gasping.

Her usual dignified demeanor was unimaginable in this frenzied, pleasure-mad state.

The device’s relentless pleasure was overpowering.

“Ah… aaah… nooo… I’ll dieee!!!”

Eleanor reached yet another climax, countless in number.

Her body went limp, drained of strength.

But the device didn’t stop.

“Something huge is coming!! It’s cominggg!!! I’m coming! Coming again!! No moreee!! Coming, coming, coooming!!!”

With a massive climax, Eleanor’s hips thrashed wildly on the bed.

Gushing an immense amount of pussy juice.

Her thighs clenched and parted in an endless-seeming climax, until the device popped off her clitoris, rolling onto the bed.

“Ohhhhoooo!!!”

A final, tearing sensation at her clitoris sent a surge of overwhelming pleasure through her body.

Eleanor stretched her body taut, toes pointed, convulsing thighs soaked as her pussy squirted intermittently with a gush, gush, trembling violently until she fainted.

—

When her consciousness returned, Eleanor realized she was lying on the bed.

Her body was drenched in sweat, her breath ragged.

Recalling what she’d done, she flushed with shame.

“To do such a thing… with this device…”

She trembled with embarrassment and self-loathing.

Yet, strangely, she felt a fleeting clarity.

As if momentarily freed from her burdens.

She looked out the window.

Dawn had not yet broken.

The stars glittered in the sky.

Among them, the brightest star caught her eye.

“There’s only one path left…”

A decision began to form in her heart.

To protect her sister, to save her family, there was something she could do.

“Prince Victor…”

She took a wine glass, sipping to quench her thirst and muster courage.

His lecherous gaze, grotesque physique, and ugly face.

The mere thought sent shivers of revulsion through her.

“His invitation to the restaurant… I’ll accept.”

She resolved.

The last supper.

That would be the fateful day.

“If I sacrifice myself, my family will be saved.”

Eleanor gazed at the stars again.

“And I…”

Her words trailed off.

She was trying to accept her fate.

Yet, deep within, she clung to a faint thread of hope.

“Alexander…”

Murmuring his name, tears fell from Eleanor’s eyes.

“Forgive me…”

She returned to bed, pulling the heavy blanket over herself.

Tomorrow, she would head to Prince Victor’s restaurant, staking her last hope.

Thinking of the fate awaiting her, her body trembled with fear.

“For my family…”

That was her final solace.

To protect her family, she was prepared to pay any price.

That was the final duty of a proud Frostheart lady.

—

“Perfect! Absolutely perfect!”

In my private chamber beneath the detached palace, I laughed triumphantly, spinning my chair.

On the large magical projection device before me, Eleanor Frostheart’s image was displayed.

“More… I want to come more… stir up Eleanor’s… filthy pussy…”

“Fuhahaha! Look at this! That haughty lady reduced to such a state!”

I clutched my sides with laughter, while Mia and Iris beside me wore faint smiles.

“The box’s surveillance function performed flawlessly.”

Iris said with satisfaction.

“My latest invention. It automatically records and transmits footage when the item is used.”

“Splendid, splendid!”

I stared at the projection, transfixed.

There was Eleanor, once scornful of me, in a state unfit for anyone’s eyes.

“Eleanor’s vulgar display…”

My laughter wouldn’t stop.

“A prideful woman’s fall… the ultimate spectacle!”

“It’s also recorded on this magical storage device, playable anytime.”

Mia reported.

“Preserved permanently.”

“Marvelous! Truly marvelous!”

I stood, pacing the room, clapping my hands.

“The plan is succeeding! Every step… perfectly executed!”

“The Granblue Duchy matter is progressing smoothly too.”

Mia presented the next report.

“Lydia’s mission was executed flawlessly.”

“That was a masterpiece! The duke succumbing to lust!”

I roared with laughter again.

“A noble duke falling so easily into the trap! My plan was perfection itself!”

“The high-interest contract was signed. With surplus funds, will we aid the Frosthearts?”

“That’s another fine twist.”

I savored a sip of wine, relishing its luxury.

“Their attempt to save themselves will spring another trap.”

“How so?”

Iris asked.

“Think about it. The Frosthearts need 500,000 gold coins to settle their debt. If they repay it with funds from the Granblue Duchy, they’ll owe the Granblues instead. And at what exorbitant interest will the Granblues, who borrowed at high rates, lend to the Frosthearts? It’ll be a sight to see.”

My explanation drew nods of understanding from both.

“And both contracts carry steep interest. In a year, they’ll be back in the same bind…”

“And this time, the Granblues will suffer too.”

Mia showed comprehension.

“The Granblue Duchy’s downfall begins… destroying Alexander’s house as well!”

I spun my chair vigorously, chest swelling with satisfaction.

“That’s not all! Eleanor will soon come to me. Talks with the Granblues seem to have stalled.”

“She accepted the restaurant invitation?”

“Yes, a messenger just confirmed. She’ll appear at the last supper.”

I exulted.

“She’s walking into the trap of her own accord! Could there be a greater comedy?”

“A masterful plan, Master.”

Iris said, visibly impressed.

“She knows nothing…”

“Exactly, nothing!”

I laughed loudly again, envisioning her arrival at the restaurant.

“I’ll greet her at the restaurant… treat her to the finest cuisine and wine… and then…”

My eyes gleamed wickedly.

“Administer the mana absorption potion.”

“Mana absorption…”

Mia looked at me, startled.

“Yes. Her ice magic is potent. We must ensure she can’t resist.”

My plan was flawless.

Invite Eleanor to a private room, drain her mana, and then… strip her of dignity and pride entirely.

And record it all.

“It’ll be a glorious sight…”

The thought alone made me shiver.

“What about these recordings?”

Mia asked.

“In due time, to the right people.”

I laughed from deep within.

“Her family… Alexander… showing them all could be amusing.”

Our laughter echoed through the basement.

“Let’s prepare the next steps.”

Iris suggested.

“The restaurant’s private room is specially designed. Secret passages, soundproof hidden chambers, all ready.”

“Perfect… absolutely perfect!”

I gazed at the projection again, smiling with satisfaction.

“Eleanor Frostheart… the belle of society… the haughty lady who once scorned me…”

I overlaid her image with memories of her.

Her elegant poise at society events, her cold, condescending gaze, the disgust and contempt she directed at me.

“How far she’ll fall, I can’t wait to see.”

My laughter filled the room again.

This revenge drama had only just begun.

The best act was yet to come.

“There’s no escape for you, Eleanor.”

I muttered, enlarging the projection further.

I wanted to see her despairing expression more clearly.

Her suffering was my greatest joy.

“Ensure the restaurant’s hospitality tomorrow is impeccable.”

I instructed Mia, sinking back into my chair with satisfaction.

Savoring the sweet nectar of revenge, I swelled with anticipation for tomorrow.

“Tonight, we raise a toast.”

I opened a bottle of fine wine, pouring it into glasses.

“To victory!”

Raising my glass, I grinned at the projection.

Unbeknownst to her, Eleanor’s fate was already sealed.

And the one pulling its strings was me, once despised by her.

Basking in supreme satisfaction, I laughed again.

The laughter wouldn’t stop.

“Something huge is coming!! It’s cominggg!!! I’m coming! Coming again!! No moreee!! Coming, coming, coooming!!!”

“Fuhahahaha! Look at this! Just look! That icy beauty!! That lofty, prideful woman! Passing out with her pussy exposed!!”

I laughed so hard I nearly fell off my chair.

Drunk on the exquisite taste of revenge.