Titan King: Ascension of the Giant

Chapter 1381: Nobility’s Price and the Blind Seer

"The man in that carriage is Roderic, the eldest son of Grand Duke Richard," Godfrey said, his voice low and gritty. "He and Prince Theodore... men of that caliber are the only ones who actually deserve the title of ’Noble’ in this Kingdom."

To Godfrey, true nobility wasn’t about silk clothes or high-society parties. True nobles were the ones who could clear the frontier, defend the homeland, and establish order. They were men whose code of conduct became the standard for honor itself.

Across the entire Human Kingdom, the only ones who met Godfrey’s strict criteria—aside from the Royal Family—were a handful of Grand Dukes and their sworn followers, men bound by blood and faith. These were the few who actually held the future of the realm in their hands.

"Before arriving at Soaring Bird City, Marquess Roderic didn’t have an easy ride," Godfrey continued, leaning back against his saddle. "They were hit by the Swarm multiple times. And the Marquess? He didn’t hide. He led the charge and carved a bloody path right through them."

"The real nobles of the Kingdom aren’t just strong, Brundar. They’re smart."

Godfrey paused, a thought striking him, and a dry smile touched his lips. "You wouldn’t believe what he did the moment he got to Soaring Bird City. He went straight to the City Lord."

"Sounds normal, right?" Godfrey asked, glancing at the giant beside him. "After all, the City Lord is Princess Ava. She outranks him."

Brundar nodded instinctively. It made sense to his simple mind.

"Here’s the part that isn’t normal," Godfrey said, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "The Marquess handed over a massive fortune and an entire caravan’s worth of rare resources to Princess Ava right there on the spot. He gave up everything he had, just for her promise to let his carriage travel in her shadow to Stoneheart."

Godfrey’s expression darkened, contrasting sharply with Brundar’s look of shock. While the giant was confused by the wealth, Godfrey was haunted by the implication.

What kind of crisis would force a powerful Marquess to liquidate his assets and beg for Princess Ava’s protection?

Godfrey couldn’t figure it out. If it was the Swarm, it didn’t add up. They had traveled the same road and seen the aftermath—countless insect carcasses crushed into paste by the cavalry regiment. It had been a slaughter, but a routine one. The threat level didn’t match Roderic’s desperation.

"You’re wondering why he didn’t just hire us to protect him, aren’t you?" Godfrey asked.

Brundar nodded again. He was an open book.

Godfrey didn’t bother explaining the complexities of politics to the giant. "That is the nature of the nobility," he said simply. "They play a game we don’t even see the board for. The Greymount heir has the money, sure, but he lacks the true power to sit at that table."

Ultimately, the Greymounts were just merchants who had gotten lucky, riding the economic wave of the Stoneheart Horde. They lacked the teeth that came with real authority.

Godfrey decided to drop the subject. Discussing Princess Ava and Marquess Roderic too loudly was a good way to get killed. If they annoyed the royals, the Mercenary Corps would find their next job very difficult to come by.

"Godfrey, I still don’t get it!" Brundar grunted, scratching his head.

Godfrey sighed. Giants were great for lifting heavy things, not so much for heavy thinking.

"Don’t worry about it. We don’t need to think. We just follow Princess Ava and the Prince, and we stay ready to fight for the Tribe."

That, Brundar understood perfectly. He slapped his massive chest, the sound like a drumbeat.

"Don’t worry, Godfrey! If an enemy comes, I’ll rip him apart!"

Stoneheart City.

The room was a sanctuary of curiosities, filled with rare artifacts and tools of divination that gave the air a scent of ancient dust and ozone. This was Sylvana’s domain. Usually a place of quiet contemplation, it was currently the stage for something far more primal.

Orion’s large hand clamped down on Sylvana’s hip, flipping her over with effortless strength. He didn’t wait. His thick, heavy cock drove past her resistance, hammering into her tight, wet heat with a savage thrust.

"Ah—!"

Sylvana choked out a short, stifled cry, biting her lip to silence herself. She was a blind seer; in her world of darkness, every sensation was magnified a thousand times. She could feel the sheer density of him invading her body—hard, unforgiving, like a branding iron forcing her open.

Orion began to move, his rhythm punishing.

Each thrust was heavy and deep, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoing in the quiet room. Thud, thud, thud. It was mechanical, raw, and devastating. Sylvana reached back, her fingers grazing the thick root of him buried inside her. It felt even larger than she had imagined. She couldn’t see it, but the stretch of her own skin and the tactile map her fingers drew told her enough.

Her introverted nature made her ashamed to vocalize her pleasure, so she buried her face in her arms, letting only soft, strangled whimpers escape. Sweat slicked their bodies, acting as a lubricant that made the friction even more intense. Her fox tail lashed through the air uncontrollably, the tip curling and twitching in time with Orion’s relentless piston-like motion.

Orion’s hand slid up from her waist to pin her back, pressing her down, owning her completely.

Sylvana felt filled to the brim, split open, and utterly conquered. Her internal muscles clamped down in a frenzy of stimulation, milking him, which only earned her harder, deeper drives.

The pace quickened. The wet, rhythmic slapping grew frantic. Sylvana’s toes curled, digging into the soft bedding. Her body went rigid with the overload of pleasure, her mind going blank—a void whiter and emptier than her blindness.

A long time later, silence returned to the room.

Sylvana lay draped over Orion’s chest like a resting fox. Orion looked down at her—her beauty was ethereal, almost unearthly. He idly stroked her long, silky hair.

"You’re not going to ask why I came to find you?" Orion asked, his voice rumbling in his chest. "I didn’t come just to fuck."

It was the first thing he had said since he finished. His arrival had been silent, sudden, and overwhelming. Sylvana hadn’t been able to resist, nor had she wanted to. In the silence, they had simply consumed each other.

"You always have your reasons," Sylvana murmured, her voice finally steadying.

"I want you to bear my child."

Orion stared into her beautiful, sightless eyes, a sudden urge to tease her bubbling up.

"I can’t."

The answer came after a few seconds of heavy silence. Orion could hear the tremor in her voice; the emotional turbulence was palpable.

"The gap between our strength and our bloodlines is too vast," she whispered. "There is zero chance I could successfully carry your offspring. Even if we used some forbidden arcane technique, it would be torture for me and irresponsible for the child’s future."

She truly was a seer. Her response was pragmatic, deep, and logical. It surprised Orion. The Stoneheart Horde was currently at the apex of its power. If she bore Orion’s child, her status would skyrocket, rivaling even Violet’s. Yet, she refused the power for the sake of logic.

"Your rationality is almost tragic," Orion noted.

He had to admit, she possessed an irresistible allure. She had the charm of the Fox Tribe, the elegance of a human noble, and the raw passion of the Beastfolk. She was a woman a man could get lost in.

Orion ran his hand down her back, his fingers drifting lower to tease her intimately. Sylvana bit her lip, enduring the sensation without a sound.

Orion felt a sudden pang of tenderness.

"I came here to give you the light."

Sylvana had begun to stir again, reaching out to grasp him, but his words froze her in place. The exotic Kitsune went as still as a statue.

"Didn’t you know?" Orion whispered into her ear. "I have ascended. I am a Demigod now."

She didn’t know. But she had been waiting for this day—praying for it—for a very, very long time.

"If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as a refusal," Orion said, feigning a move to stand up. "I’m leaving."

The motion snapped Sylvana out of her shock.

"No!"

It was an instinctual scream. She lunged, her hands grabbing him, desperate to keep him there, desperate for the miracle he had just promised.