Perverted Otherworlder 113 Lyon's Express

"Is that lady Clemora?" whispered one of the passersby.

"Yes, I think so, I mean look at the carriage, it belonged to the noble family," said another.

"But did you see how that driver just pulled her closer to his chest."

"I did, I don't think that's an ordinary driver either, to be able to do that without dying after."

"Maybe he is someone important from another kingdom? Or maybe beyond the gate?"

"I never saw him before, but one thing for sure is that things are about to get rowdy."

People couldn't help but agree with his statement. She was one of the topmost beautiful people in Luderia, not just her looks but her talent and skills in other things that also made her one. Many pursuers were trying to get her hand in marriage but got rejected flatly.

Now, out of nowhere, Clemora was leaning on an unknown youth with ordinary bearing. He had no special features except his unique cloth. Some will say he was a hidden expert, a chief of a clan but most will be skeptical.
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The sound of the horses' hooves was riffling in the city as the white carriage leaving dust to its behind. Under his reign, he overtook about six carriages in front of him with ease and thrill. With each turn, the white carriage would drift along.

Though the road was supposed to be a straight line, Lyon purposely made a turn and went around the city. The soldier couldn't let this slide or they wouldn't have any face left to the citizen.

Thus the two soldiers with their horse chased the elusive white carriage belonging to a noble.

"H-hey, don't you think we should slow down a little?!" asked Clemora frantically while she gripped Lyon's body around, afraid to fall off the seat.

"What do you mean? This is not slow for you?" asked Lyon with a smile as his vision fixated on the road.

"What do I mean?! There are two soldiers chasing us down!"

"Oh, Clemora you just lost your cool demeanor you know," chuckled Lyon.

Clemora's face instantly turned bright red as she hid her self on Lyon's compressed shirt. "Now is not the time!"

"Hahaha, you will love me after this! Hah!" Lyon increased the speed as the horses immediately obeyed and pushed themselves to a new limit. Then he stretched his left arm to the left so that the pursuers could see, "C'mon!" taunted him.

Both soldiers with their ego, accept his challenge. "Don't underestimate us!".

*squawk

The squawk of seagulls filled Lyon's ears as his left side of view turned into a port. (I see, this place is on the edge of the continent) thought Lyon as he let his hair fluttered with the wind before making a right into the central plaza.

The plaza had a stage in the middle and a statue of a swallow behind it. The stage was big enough for a show or any kind of performance and it actually well maintained. With a wicked smile, he held tight Clemora with his right hand.

"Go!" Lyon commanded with his left hand.

To everyone's surprise, the horse took a forty-five degrees turn to the right as it circling the arena before appearing behind the two soldiers chasing him.

"W-what?!" exclaimed both of them before Lyon bliss through the middle while their mouth gaped.

(Alright I guess that's enough playing then) thought Lyon. "Guys, do you believe in magic?" shouted him as he took a sudden turn and headed to an alley.

"Huh?" the soldiers were caught off guard by his question before realizing he took a turn. "We got him! That path is a dead-end!" said one of the soldiers.

"What? Where are they?!" to their surprise, the alley only consist of a wall as far as they could see.

There was indeed a track but it indicated that they run through the thick wall. "N-no way right?" said one of them as his mouth twitched.

One of them sighed, "I'm not being paid enough for this," as he walked away from the scene with his partner.

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In a lonely corner of the street, the wanted white carriage leaped out of a spatial crack as they headed toward the inner region.

(Wait, this world is already full of magic... Man I should have said a cooler line) gloomed Lyon as he got inside the upper-class part of the city.

This part of the town was definitely a lot neater than the previous one. Though there were not many people compared to the last, their bearing and culture were vastly different. The way they walk and the way they talk was almost like they were trained from when they could cry.

(Well I wouldn't judge but, there are more beautiful girls here than the time I spent running around the city, I guess fortune could make the difference after all).

"Oh, where is your house anyway?" asked Lyon.

Clemora didn't answer, though she was still hugging him like a koala. Since her face was buried on his side, Lyon couldn't see her expression.

Lyon furrowed his eyebrow and stopped the carriage. He slowly pushed Clemora away as her face lifted up. Her eyes were like a dead fish as her cheeks suddenly puffed up.

(OH NO!) Lyon hurriedly pushed her away but still held her collar as she faced the ground.

*blergh

Stream of disgusting things splatted the ground continuously. "Lady, I don't know what you ate but that amount is amazing haha."

"Shut." Clemora's eyes opened wide before she could finish her sentence.

*blergh

Another stream splatted the ground.

*creak

The carriage's door opened little by little as a slender hand reached the ground.

*blergh

It was Biane turn this time as she had her eyes spinning around leaving a little droll in her wake.

Lyon forcefully smiled as he said while his index finger scratching his cheek, "Well, I guess, you ladies didn't enjoy Lyon's express that much huh."

"Of course not!" shouted both of them.

Chapter end