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Percival (Grand) | Home Screen Lines
焔のごとく輝く刀身に、華美すぎず品のある装飾。芸術品としても遜色ない造形だが、構えてみて悟った。この剣は燃え盛る業火そのもの。強大な力を齎す代わりに、加減を誤れば即座に骨身まで焼き尽くされる。強靭な精神の持ち主のみが振るうことを許される、まさに王にふさわしい剣と言えよう。 My blade burns bright like the flames, adorned with unfading splendor. It doesn't look any less than the finest work of art, but when I put my hand on it, I understood intimately. This sword is ablaze with the very fires of hell. Its overwhelming power comes at a price— the slightest mistake will consume its wielder in an instant, until nothing but ashes remain. It allows only someone truly strong-willed wield it. Without a doubt, you can say it is a sword fit for a king.
民の命運を背負う重み。覚悟はしていたが、実際に背負うと、これほど重いものなのかと実感する。だが同時に、高揚している自分もいる。ようやく抱いてきた夢に向かって、踏み出せたのだから。 The future of my people weighs on my shoulders. I was prepared for it, but it is only now that I've begun to carry it that it is truly sinking in just how heavy the burden is. Having said that, at the same time I can also feel how it lifts my spirits. At last, I've started walking towards my long-cherished dream, one step at a time.
街一つ改善できないようであれば、任せてくれた兄上の面目も立たないからな……。ここでしっかりと結果を出し、理想の礎を作る。いずれ団長たちを正式に国に迎え入れた時、この者達と理想の国を作っていくのだと、全ウェールズの民に表明するためにも。 If I cannot even polish up this one town, I would not be able to look my brother in the eye again after he entrusted this to me… I'll achieve undeniable results here and turn this into the foundation of my ideals. One of these days, when I formally welcome in the crew, I'll announce that with their assistance the country of my ideals shall become reality—for all of Wales to hear.
**Disclaimer: These are all unofficial translations by Saltprince. They may deviate from what's actually being said until official transcripts are provided. The original post will always be the most up to date.**
For Percival, his important person who came to his aid in the dream was Vane
Koenig Dekret
I'm still in slight distraught I never got any merch for this specific Dragon Knight series.
Percy on a ticket, Epel from the free draws, Silver on a multi skip
...and Ratio's LC took everything
percival and his hip pose like yes sir we know you got a slim slutty slutty waist like what do you have a small waist for?for other men to grab it!?
percival playfully laughs, sliding his hand through his hair, breathing heavily through his nose.
"look at you," he hums, patting your cheek as you choke around his cock— your snot sticks to his pubic hair as you do so, "such a slut, all for me, ah?" he chuckles.
you whine, rutting your exposed pussy onto his shoe. he looks so hot like this, black turtle neck pulled up and exposing his tensing abs, matching black slacks unbuckled just so you can suck on his dick— he looks so professional and you look like such a mess.
your hair is disheveled, red angry tear streaks running down your cheeks, your nose puffed up and red because he refuses to let you take a break 'n catch your breath.
he yanks your hair back, a loud 'pop!' as you release his cock from your mouth. he drives his other hand beneath your chin, digging his fingers into your cheeks and forcing your mouth open. you're breathing heavy, but you can't help but smile— and he smiles right back.
"open wide." you open your mouth wider, "wider. my dick isn't that small, come on baby, don't insult me." you open your mouth as wide as it can be, panting like his little dog.
maybe he should buy a leash.
"perfect. that's about how big it is." he snickers, thrusting his cock deep into your mouth, the sounds of you choking and your broken gasps only driving him to fuck your throat harder.
"gonna breed this fucking throat." he laughs out, now placing one hand on the back of your skull, leaning forward so he can just use you to get off, "she's gonna be the shape of my dick when i'm done, isn't that, right? fuck, fuck, princess— you were fucking made for me."