A very bold ambition

At times you are very grateful for your father for at least teaching you how to read. Many green mercs and freelance Riders might laugh at the ability to read and think of it as unnecessary, but you and others with experience know that often times being able to read is the only barrier that stands between a bountiful payment and a fraudulent contract. Many of your previous clients have tried to swindle you either by putting in loopholes in the contract or changing the wording after the agreement was made. None has succeeded, and those who were too stubborn ended up having to say farewell to their female relatives.

"If you are reading this, then I have died, as expected." You begin to read aloud, Relia standing beside you.

"If you are Relia, then color me surprised. It turns out you are not as ignorant as I thought regarding this armory. If you are not Relia, then I congratulate you for being able to make my daughter submit to you. Only Relia and Xenophilus have the key to this room, and the good, loyal Xenophilus won't let anyone here unless that man is with Relia. So truly, I am amazed that you have conquered my stubborn bitch of a daughter. Gods above know she is a handful." Turning to Relia, you comment. "It seems your father knew well just how stubborn you could be, my little slut."

"Well, Korban," Relia does not seem put off by your comment, "I never hid my disdain for the young men he frequently tried to betroth me to. After a while Father just gave up altogether, even after Mother died and the inheritance of the family fell into jeopardy." You are starting to understand a little better how Relia came to you in her unspoiled condition - not that you are complaining. "He chose to throw himself into his work instead, which now I believe to be whatever he was planning with this armory." Relia shrugs. "I am absolutely certain he would be thrilled with me finally 'settling down', even if I am now just a sex ****. My father was that kind of man, and I am sure he would approve of you as a son-in-law."

"Really now...?" You raise an eyebrow in doubt but return to reading the will. "You might wonder what the purpose of all the weapons, armors, and other things inside this room is, and so I will answer you. Years ago, as you know, I participated in the war against Persia, and there I finally saw the Drakes of Kalion in action under the leadership of their king. And for the first time I realized how great the advantages a Rider has over a normal soldier."

The rest of the will basically relates how Relia's father was convinced that the army of Athenapolis is too inferior in his eyes compared to those of Polares, Apollopol and the Mountain city of Kalion. He also warned with frightening prescience about the excess and debauchery of the city, and how one day the city might incur a calamity upon itself. While the effects of Riders can be somewhat mitigated, in warfare, he argues simply that even more than the number of phalanxes a city can marshal, it is the armies with the most Riders who will ultimately win. Athenapolis, Relia's father argued, just wasn't willing to invest the resources needed to have enough. Thus, he took it upon himself to protect at least his own family, if not the city. What he intended to do is a plot so crazy and so ambitious that you are genuinely proud to be able to call him your father-in-law.

Using his vast richness and contacts, instead of living in opulence he sought to create a retinue, a standing army that answers to no one except to him. This will be no mere household guard, not a horde of soldiers, but more than a score and to top that, most of them will be Riders. You don't know how this plan could fly by the High Council of Athenapolis, or the High Rider in the city's drake eyries, but the will implies the papers Relia found regarding deals and favors have something to do with it.

If this plan could have ever been successfully carried out, it would have led to Relia's family supplanting the city's Riders with their own. Eventually, Athenapolis' High Rider would fall under the man's control and might even lead to a seat on the High Council itself. Lord Kiriakolis ended this testament almost like a heroic saga of old when the hero realizes that he would not live to see his dream fulfilled.

"But alas, nothing goes like I planned. Soon I will die, and after that I know the deals and favors that I have painstakingly made will be undone. Such is politics. In the event of that, I shall give everything inside this room to whoever is reading this will. If you're Relia, then congratulations, you have exceeded your father's expectations. If you are not Relia, then congratulations, my entire assets and my daughter now belong to you." The will ends with a formal signature and an official seal.

"Signed, Lord Argos Demetrios Hadrianus Kiriakolis." Ah, so that's the name of Relia's father. You can only chuckle at the antics of the nobles and their long-ass pretentious names. That reminds you though, now that you are a noble you will have to pick a last name as well.

Any thoughts you might give further to the matter are gone as you now feel a wet sensation on your dick. Looking down, you see Relia on her knees sucking your cock.

"Heh, what a greedy slut." You smirk as you grab Relia's head with both of your hands and push her head to swallow more of your cock. She readily swallows your cock all the way to the base, upon which she starts to bob her head while her hands are busy fondling your balls and her clit.

"Yes, that's it... I wonder what Lord Argos would say if he could see you here dressed and acting like a whore." You move her head faster and faster; for a woman who has been introduced to sex merely yesterday, Relia slurps and uses her tongue on your cock just like a trained whore.

Eventually you can't hold it any longer and blast your seed down her throat, which she greedily drinks every drop of. Relia releases your cock with an audible pop, showing off the jizz inside her mouth before gulping it down and then using her mouth to clean your cock

"It's so boring having to read the will without having to do anything else, Master." Relia looks up at you from her knees, "Though if Father saw me like this, he would just remark that I finally found my place." Relia purrs in answer as she stands up. "While probably demanding grandchildren."

"Ha! There is no need to worry on that account; there will be plenty of them coming." You laugh as you put your dick inside your britches again.

"So Master, what are you going to do with all this?" Relia turns to look at the shelves of weapons.

Snorting, you answer. "Well, the old geezer has generously given me this without asking for payment. I better use them for our good." You can use all of these things to help you in your newfound noble 'career', you could recruit the best men with equipment like this. The thought of having a retinue of Riders answering only to you puts a grin on your face.

Walking towards the crates, you open it one by one. Most of the crates are either filled with Rider supplies or building materials, probably what Relia's father could procure directly before his ****. You finally find what you're looking for in one of the crates, a brand-new saddle that seems to fit for Swiftwing. Carrying it on your shoulder, you turn to leave the armory when you see a panicked Yiannis on the door.

"L-Lord Korban! We have an emergency situation in our hands!!"