“Hey, Mikael! Come over here!”
“I’m currently driving the carriage. You can see that, right? And please stop throwing Menna’s shells.”
“C’mon, it’s not like they’re going to disappear.”
“They will, you know. My little pride is at stake here.”
Sitting next to me in the driver’s seat is Alana, a cat-like demi-human who refers to herself as “I” despite being a girl. She’s skilled at fighting with her sharp claws, but her tendency to toy with her opponents is her little flaw.
“Are we almost there?”
That sweet, bird-like voice belongs to Sophia, the most level-headed white mage among us. She’s normally gentle and kind-hearted. Although she’s a white mage, she can also cast Meteor Strike, which has made me very jealous at times—she’s even nearly killed me once.
“I think it’ll take about another hour.”
“The next town is large, so there will be a big cemetery too.”
That ominous statement comes from Rufina, the black mage and necromancer. She can control corpses and often contemplates turning me into one. She’s even stabbed me a couple of times.
“There’s a place where we can perform great Alchemy!”
That’s Orietta, the alchemist and mad scientist. She creates BC Weapons and aphrodisiacs, and has often used my body for her gruesome experiments.
“…”
The silent one is Christine. I’ve never heard her speak. It’s not that she doesn’t talk, but she lacks the aura of someone who engages in conversation. Like Priscilla, she’s also a swordswoman. However, her swordsmanship is quite poor, though it’s not due to a lack of skill but rather an extreme bad luck charm. How bad is it? Let’s just say her opponents have been known to drop dead from heart attacks right in front of her.
This is my team, the White Lily Corps, the strongest and worst mercenaries around, and I am their captain, Mikael.
As for me? I’m just an ordinary Japanese person reincarnated in this world.
Cheat abilities? Well, I can speak the language of this world.
I died, was reincarnated, abandoned in the woods, chased by goblins, and rescued by the White Lily Corps after I collapsed from exhaustion. Just a regular guy.
So, me, being the captain of this mercenary group? There’s a bit of a story behind that, so let me explain…
“Ouch!”
“What are you muttering to yourself for? If you’re bored, come over here and lower your pants. I’ll eat you out!”
I’m sure you can guess who said that. It was Priscilla, who threw Menna’s fruit at me.
With someone like this leading the group, it’s no wonder I’ve been thrust into the role of the captain. But when I was first told, it did make me happy. I was a little flustered, but I felt needed, like I had a purpose.
“Priscilla, it’s my turn today!”
“What’s the big deal? It’s not even night yet.”
“Tomorrow is my turn! And Priscilla, you can go next!”
Are we talking about turns? Should I bring up our nighttime activities? It’s a bit embarrassing, but after I was saved and regained my energy, we all ended up having a sex party.
Of course, thanks to Orietta’s famous aphrodisiac, we lost all inhibitions and went wild. Yes, I did it. Ah, I did it with everyone.
At that time, it felt like a harem. I was like the king of the world, surrounded by beauties. Priscilla’s body had a functional beauty honed by battles. Christine had a figure that could rival supermodels. Sophia had that perfect bit of flesh which most Japanese men find attractive, rather than being too skinny. Alana’s demi-human cat features were refreshing. Rufina had porcelain-like white skin. Orietta’s aphrodisiac effects exploded everywhere, leading to quite an explosion down below! Hahaha!
…Since then, I’ve been careful with food, particularly anything Orietta cooks.
Now, we seem to have a routine at night. Are you jealous? Want to trade places? Would you be okay with transforming into a Lycanthrope right in front of me? Can you handle being an experiment or getting stabbed?
This is a story about the mercenary group known as the White Lily Corps, also known as the strongest and worst, led by a reincarnated captain.
