The Adventures of an Overpowered Knight in Another World Chapter 602- Revival of the World Tree & Aurelian

Normally, Reinhardt would scold the knights and urge them to behave more properly. Yet, even he found it hard to accept what had just transpired.

His efforts to honor Sir Giacomo had unwittingly triggered a series of astonishing coincidences.

He had foreseen the establishment of the Allied Knight Order for the journey into the Tainted Lands, so that development held no surprise for him.

Still, the sudden granting of a peerage caught him completely off guard.

"Congratulations, Lord Reinhardt."

The words came from right beside him. Reinhardt glanced over to find Melissa there, her face shining with respect and delight.

Witnessing her, usually so composed and stern, in this state, he let out a helpless sigh.

"...It feels like it came out of nowhere."

"It didn’t," Melissa denied firmly, shaking her head. "Considering all your achievements... this was bound to happen. Moreover, you bypassed the baron rank entirely and rose straight to Viscount"...

"That’s not merely a promotion, but true acknowledgment. Acknowledgment of your power, your sway, and the worldwide effects of your deeds."

With Melissa more thrilled than himself, Reinhardt massaged his temples.

Behind them, the whispers had evolved into full-blown cheers. Knights slapped backs in camaraderie, while citizens murmured in wonder.

Some gazed at Reinhardt as though encountering him anew. He wasn’t simply the commander and governor of Snowpoint City anymore. From now on, he stood as a mighty, commanding noble and the true lord of these lands.

Taking in the sight, Reinhardt stored the Origin Seed back into the [Dimensional Storage].

Today brought too many shocks. The summit. The Queen’s edict. The noble title. And the fate of the world ahead.

Even for someone like him, it overwhelmed. He required time to reflect and strategize what lay ahead.

The news raced through like flames. From the training fields to every remote spot in Snowpoint City and far beyond.

Lord Reinhardt. Viscount Reinhardt. Snowpoint City’s Hero.

New honors piled onto his name before sunset.

By nightfall, the city buzzed with change. Taverns brimmed with joyous roars and toasting cups. Houses glowed with cozy lights and lively tunes.

Festive energy enveloped the whole city.

"Drink! Drink! To our Lord!"

"To Viscount Reinhardt!"

Shouts resounded across the streets.

People released the day’s tensions after labor. Even the Temple of Light knights, typically so strict and controlled, cut loose tonight.

Troublemakers surfaced as always, but the Temple of Light’s guards kept order, preventing any chaos.

So, that night, the city reveled, drank, and savored the hours.

Far off, from Reinhardt’s mansion balcony, the whole of Snowpoint City sprawled below.

City lights twinkled like distant stars. The distant peace and merriment created a stunning scene.

Yet, the city’s folk weren’t alone in relishing the evening.

Their ex-governor, now their lord, Reinhardt, savored it in his unique fashion too.

Melissa’s heated, gasping breaths teased his ears as she sprawled limply on her back across the bed. Her silky, pale skin shimmered with perspiration and mutual thrill. Each breath made her full breasts sway in a mesmerizing rhythm.

Reinhardt fondled those alluring mounds, massaging and lavishing them greedily while plunging deeply into her beneath the covers.

"Ahhn... Ahnng... Shhnn... good, so good."

Melissa’s cries echoed through the chamber, blending their passion with erotic symphony.

Perfume mingled with sweat and the rich scent of melting candle wax from the bedside, casting a sensual rosy glow over the room.

The sheets rustled on as the lovers’ forms twisted and collided relentlessly.

"Uhng... Nnng... Lord Reinhardt, I can’t... I’m cumming~".

Despite her plea, Reinhardt seized her hips firmly and quickened his powerful strokes.

He stared into her flushed, blissed-out, hazy gaze. This revealed Melissa’s hidden side.

By day, she excelled as his secretary—poised, sharp, and incredibly capable.

She played a huge part in letting him manage the city as governor without mishaps.

That held true only in daylight hours.

Between the sheets, however, she proved far more yielding than her exterior suggested. Eager and bashful, she granted every whim he voiced.

Better yet, she craved his rougher touch.

He adored that rush—the instant her poised facade crumbled into raw, primal hunger.

Reinhardt shifted his position, thrusting even deeper, sensing her inner walls spasm around him in frantic, eager embrace.

"Nnng... Mnnn... Lord Reinhardt, you’re taking me so deep," Melissa moaned softly, lifting her hips to match his thrusts, craving even more.

SMACK... SMACK... SCHLOK...

A wet, obscene sound echoed from their joined bodies with each slap of flesh against flesh.

Thick streams of creamy fluid trickled down, soaking the bedsheets thoroughly.

The festivities kicked off in the early evening and had raged on for hours already.

Melissa had orgasmed more than a dozen times by now, while Reinhardt figured he had pumped her womb full of his seed four or five times.

Remarkably, she still possessed the stamina to thrust back on her own.

"Check your status, I believe your level has gone up," Reinhardt whispered hotly in her ear as he plunged deep into her cervix.

"Unngh... Ahnnn... W-What?" Melissa's eyes widened in shock amid his tight embrace.

"What do you mean?"

Their dialogue flowed without halting their rhythm. Reinhardt's palms slid from her slender waist to grasp her full, juicy buttocks. He squeezed them hard, lifting and lowering them in steady cadence.

Melissa met his fervor eagerly, wrapping herself around him. Her inner walls clenched his rod tightly, squeezing it with desperate hunger. Her fingers explored his chiseled frame, a true work of sculpted perfection.

"I’m telling you to check your status. You might not be level 1 anymore."

Melissa's ability to endure so long with him stood as clear evidence her stats had shifted dramatically.

After such wild, ceaseless passion, fatigue should have overwhelmed her. That it hadn't proved her level had risen.

[Endless Ardor]... This Divine Trait granted him boundless endurance and manhood, while also eternally enhancing his bodily attributes.

Even better, the trait extended its benefits to his lovers too.

Consider Anastasia: after visiting the capital's Altar to inspect her status, every stat had surged. She vaulted from level 1 right to level 3.

Her power boost came that suddenly.

Bob felt stunned learning Ana's level had climbed, especially since he knew she skipped all training.

How then did her stats improve? The whole affair stayed a total puzzle for him.

Yet Anastasia undeniably levelled up. Thus, Melissa—drenched in his affections just like her—must have too.

Truthfully, no speculation was needed. His [Eyes of Divine Clarity] already revealed her stats far outstripped her current level.

She simply had to head to the capital's cathedral for the altar's blessing.

Beyond Melissa and Anastasia, every woman he'd tangled with grew mightier from their steamy nights together.

The change proved subtler for Karina and Zerina, already powerhouses at high levels. Advances there build gradually.

Even so, both sensed their strength surging day by day.

Drained from their heated union, Melissa slumped beside him, gasping for breath.

His remark prompted her hand to drift to her belly on instinct. Baffled at how her level rose, she nodded regardless.

"Speaking of which, where are Zerina and the others?"

With the city ablaze in celebration of his new peerage today, he'd assumed all five women would join the fun. Yet Melissa arrived solo.

"Because Lord Reinhardt belongs to me today," Melissa murmured softly, nuzzling into his arm.

Her plush curves, cozy heat, and those tempting breasts mashing against his limb delivered heavenly delight.

Reinhardt remained unaware that his ladies vied savagely for his company.

Sharing him with the others didn't bother them much, but only sporadically.

Each secretly yearned for uninterrupted nights alone with him.

These desires sparked inevitable clashes. After intense debates, they forged their own resolution.

An agreement.

Nights reserved for each to claim Reinhardt exclusively.