Mushoku Tensei: Reincarnated as a Beast Race-Chapter 105 - The Matrimonial Duel

Once again, the capital appeared on the horizon—a cluster of imposing buildings surrounded by high walls and bustling with people of different races and occupations.

Rygar felt a tightening in his chest, a mixture of anticipation and excitement.

The mating season was coming to an end; technically, that meant there was still time for Rygar to challenge Ghislaine, but honestly, that mattered little to him.

In his tribe, it was more culturally acceptable to challenge one's intended partner only during the mating season, and many had sex only at that time.

But Rygar came from modern Earth society; he knew he would probably feel a strong sexual desire with his current body. Since he was only 12 and already having trouble with it, he was sure he wouldn't hold back with Ghislaine — who was always showing off her body.

It might seem a bit arrogant, but he was certain he would win; even without using magic, he was sure he could defeat Ghislaine.

He crossed the city gates without difficulty; the guards, upon recognizing him, merely exchanged glances and waved in permission.

As he walked through the streets, he noticed the stares around him.

Many recognized him—some with respect, others with admiration, and a few with a hint of fear.

King Leonard had done an excellent marketing job; he had spread word everywhere about Rygar's contributions in ending the "rebellion" that had occurred in the Kingdom of the Dragon King, and he associated that with the Iron Legion, so that his name, Rygar Adoldia, became increasingly well known in the Kingdom of the Dragon King.

Without lingering, he proceeded to his temporary home.

The spacious area, surrounded by a training yard, exuded life and energy. As soon as he passed through the gate, the scene before him made his blood boil with excitement.

In the center of the arena, Ghislaine was simultaneously facing Eris, Eidar, and Skoll.

Her trained body glistened with sweat, and her movements were fierce and dominant.

Every strike was an example of raw power and refined technique, her wild nature radiating supremacy over her opponents.

A daring smile adorned her face, her eyes shining with challenge and satisfaction.

Eris attacked ferociously—especially animated upon noticing her teacher fighting with everything—while Eidar and Skoll tried to keep up with her but were easily repelled; the three together were at least able to offer some resistance, with Eidar blocking and counterattacking while Eris and Skoll distracted her.

In the corner of the yard, Aisha was deeply focused, keeping three spheres of water afloat at the same time, her expression one of absolute concentration.

Further away, Lilia repeated the fluid, calculated movements of the God of Water Style.

Her progress was evident; her mastery had returned to the intermediate level after a long period of training.

Rygar watched for a moment, absorbing the scene, before letting out a low laugh. Without hesitation, he slid his hand to the hilt of Tsukikage and unsheathed his sword with a sharp gleam in his eyes.

"Ghislaine Dedoldia!" he called, his voice echoing throughout the yard. "I, Rygar Adoldia, challenge you to a matrimonial duel!"

A moment of silence followed.

All eyes turned toward him.

Ghislaine halted her advance, her red eye meeting Rygar's golden eyes. A slight smile curved the warrior's lips, and she tilted her head slightly, as if she had been expecting this.

Lilia and Eidar exchanged complicit glances, discreet smiles appearing on their faces.

Everyone there knew that this moment would come.

Rygar made no effort to hide his intentions.

Eris, on the other hand, froze.

Her expression was full of conflict, her fists clenching.

Her eyes shone with something indefinable—jealousy, frustration, or something even she couldn't explain.

She opened her mouth to say something, then closed it again, speechless.

Aisha blinked, confused, and asked aloud:

"Is the Master going to marry Older Sister Ghislaine?"

Lilia smiled and replied calmly:

"Only if he wins the battle..."

Skoll, for his part, rolled carelessly on the grass, completely oblivious to the tension of the moment. Aisha, however, seemed excited. She raised her small fists and declared enthusiastically:

"You can do it, Master!"

Ghislaine took a few steps forward, her aura overflowing with pure confidence.

She moved to the other side of the arena, never once taking her eyes off the man who challenged her.

Her red eye—the one not covered by her eyepatch—was fixed on Rygar's golden eyes, analyzing every detail of him, every trace of intent in his posture.

Rygar maintained his smile, assuming the stance of the God of the Sword Style.

Ghislaine, in turn, responded in a serious voice laden with determination:

"I, Ghislaine Dedoldia, accept your challenge."

The tension in the air became palpable.

The spectators moved back, forming a circle around the arena, holding their breath in anticipation.

Rygar and Ghislaine stared at each other, their imposing presences clashing even before the first exchange of blows.

Neither needed any further words.

In an instant, both exploded into motion, charging at each other like fired projectiles.

Their swords were raised simultaneously, their blades reflecting the brilliance of the sun.

The ultimate technique of the God of the Sword Style.

Longsword of Light.

Hiramune, the red sword, and Tsukikage, the blue sword, collided at an absurd speed, causing a deafening crash.

The impact generated a shockwave that cracked the ground as dust spread and the spectators shielded themselves from the rush of air.

The battle had begun.

Both Ghislaine and Rygar were incredibly fast.

Their fight soon became a blur that the spectators could barely follow.

It was a spectacle at the peak of fencing, where every strike was calculated, swift, aggressive, and lethal.

Ghislaine still possessed a superior control of Touki compared to Rygar, but he compensated with his natural, innate physical strength, allowing him to fight at the same speed and even surpass Ghislaine at certain moments.

He had not yet used the Flash Step.

If he did—even in the version that relied solely on Touki—he would become faster than Ghislaine.

The fight unfolded with brutal intensity. Ghislaine held a slight technical advantage with the Longsword of Light, but Rygar was overall superior. He had recently reached the Saint level in the Water God Style, mastering the Flow, the primary counterattack technique of that style.

Moreover, he could be considered at least a North Saint, even without using magic.

Thus, little by little, he was surpassing Ghislaine in her own technique.

As the fierce clash continued, the spectators reacted in various ways. Aisha, who was only three years old, watched intently and soon noticed something interesting. With the typical freedom of a child, she asked aloud:

"Mom! If the Master is going to marry Older Sister Ghislaine, then what about Older Sister Eris?!"

A silence ensued for a moment. Lilia was speechless. Eidar, unable to contain his laughter, burst into giggles.

Eris, for her part, turned completely red.

"W-what are you talking about?! That has nothing to do with it!" she stammered, looking away and trying to hide her embarrassment, which was clearly evident.

Aisha, however, simply covered her mouth with her hand, laughing softly with a teasing expression.

Eidar, unable to hold back, rolled on the floor laughing.

Furious and embarrassed, Eris advanced against little Aisha, who laughed even more when Eris began to tickle her brutally.

But on the battlefield, Rygar and Ghislaine remained unfazed, completely absorbed in the fight. Their fierce eyes shone with pure anticipation. Each observed the other with acute attention—every muscle movement, every contraction, every drop of sweat sliding down their bodies. With every moment, Rygar drew closer to victory.

When they clashed again, Rygar finally made a decision.

For the first time in the battle, he used the Flash Step, powered solely by Touki.

In a single instant, he merged the Longsword of Light with his explosive movement technique, achieving devastating speed.

Ghislaine did not retreat; she advanced without hesitation. But in the face of that relentless onslaught, she was overpowered.

A shockwave swept across the battlefield, slightly cracking the ground.

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Ghislaine's sword merely cut through the air.

Meanwhile, Rygar's blade grazed her neck, leaving a thin trail of blood.

Both were panting. Rygar, maintaining his firm position, looked into her eyes and declared:

"I have won."

Ghislaine stepped back, sheathing Hiramune with a satisfied smile.

"Indeed, you have won."

Then, Rygar stepped forward, pulling her by the waist firmly. Ghislaine's eyes widened in surprise—the difference in height between them now seemed much smaller.

He pulled her in for a kiss.

For a brief moment, Ghislaine tensed, but she soon surrendered, returning the kiss with passionate intensity.

Her claws tightened against Rygar's skin as their bodies drew even closer.

Eris, who was in the midst of a bout with Aisha, suddenly stopped. Her eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed scarlet. Aisha, on the other hand, simply watched the scene with intrigued curiosity.

That day, on an apparently ordinary morning in the Kingdom of the Dragon King, Ghislaine Dedoldia became Rygar's first wife.

Night had fallen on the bustling capital of the Kingdom.

After the fierce battle between Rygar and Ghislaine had ended and the woman had officially become Rygar's first wife, he went to the palace and informed the King that he would be occupied for the next few days because he had married.

The King congratulated him on his marriage and said he would prepare a great gift.

His body still vibrated with the intensity of the combat, his heart pounding like war drums. And he could see that Ghislaine was the same—the mating season was indeed potent in that regard.

He quickly returned home and went to Ghislaine's room, entering without ceremony.

And there she was—Ghislaine.

They were in the same situation.

Sweat streamed down their bodies, marked by the fight, mixing with the strong, instinctive scent that filled the air.

The mating season had never hit them so hard in all their lives.

Rygar's golden eyes burned with a wild desire, his pupils dilated as he felt every beat of his own heart.

Ghislaine, for her part, felt the blood boiling in her veins, her body craving something that no battle could ever satisfy.

They needed no words.

The feeling was mutual, instinctive, irresistible.

Rygar was the first to move.

With a low, provocative growl, he advanced on Ghislaine, pushing her against one of the walls of the room.

Their lips met in an abrasive clash—teeth grazing, tongues vying for space in a dance as fierce as the battle they had fought just moments before.

Rygar's hands slid over Ghislaine's muscular back, feeling every rigid, tense fiber beneath his fingers, as if exploring a living map of strength and desire.

She bit her lower lip before pulling away for a moment, panting, her voice husky as she whispered in Rygar's ear:

"You defeated me in battle, but can you dominate me here as well...?"

The challenge in her voice only aroused Rygar further.

He reversed their positions, holding her by the waist and spinning her against the bed in one fluid motion.

Ghislaine gasped from the impact but smiled, baring her sharp teeth.

The warm touch of Rygar's hands on her skin made her body tremble with anticipation.

She arched her back as he trailed kisses along her neck, descending slowly, while her claws gently dug into his arms.

The scent of their mutual arousal was heavy in the air, the primitive need roaring in their bodies.

Instincts spoke louder than any rationality, and that day, for several hours, Rygar and Ghislaine surrendered to something more intense than any battle they had ever fought.

There was no hesitation, no softness.

Only raw desire, overwhelming passion, and the wild call that united them in a way that words could never express.

That night, they were not merely warriors.

They were predators, surrendered to the clamor of the flesh, to the frenzy of the mating season—celebrating their connection in the most visceral way possible.

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