An arrow pierces Priscilla’s arm. Then a furious roar! The yell, loud enough to burst eardrums, seemed to shake the entire fortress.
“Shut up!” I wanted to yell, but Priscilla, who had already moved to the window from which the arrow came, disappeared into the night with a growl.
“Don’t kill him!”
Did he hear me? Even if he did, it’s impossible. They’re definitely going to tear him apart. Did that archer really think one arrow would be enough?
Everyone has experienced being shot with a bow, right? It’s infuriating to be attacked with a bow mid-coitus. What courage to shoot at Priscilla. I just hope it’s not painful for him…
*Thump!* The door opened, and a supermodel walked in silently. Is this a runway for models?! Her walk was exactly like a model’s.
“Christine, we have an enemy attack. Priscilla was shot but is pursuing. I think she’ll be fine, but please gather everyone.”
“……”
“I’m fine. My eardrums are just hurting.”
Hearing that, Christine turned and headed for the door. She’s quiet, but she’s very good at her job. I wish she’d smile a little more.
“Christine. You were quick to come. Thank you. Were you perhaps waiting by the door?”
“…I wasn’t.”
Christine’s voice, rarely heard, and an immediate answer at that. She must have been eavesdropping on my and Priscilla’s guard duty. She can come in with us. Our rule is that as long as the person involved permits it, any number of people are welcome.
“Understood. Please gather everyone.”
I watched Christine disappear beyond the door until the very end, then I started to change. My strangled neck still hurts.
“As Christine probably told you, Priscilla was shot.”
I explained again in front of everyone gathered at the central entrance of the fortress building. Even without going into detail, the members who understood what was happening felt the same.
“Priscilla went after him, did she?”
“Yes, she went in her Lycanthrope state, so she should catch up soon.”
“How many enemies are there?”
“Unknown. There was only one arrow, so it might be just one person.”
“That’s not possible. Did they think they could handle it alone?”
“What an idiot. Shooting an arrow at a time like this.”
Just then, a black humanoid figure burst through the window next to the central entrance. To be precise, it was thrown at Priscilla, but it didn’t look like it was in human form.
“I didn’t kill him…”
Priscilla, who burst in through the broken window instead of using the door, said, “I didn’t kill him,” as soon as she entered. Yes, he’s not dead. He is, however, injured to the point where he’ll likely die in about an hour.
“Good work. Were there any other enemies?”
“Just this one.”
“I’d like to hear his story… but in this condition, it seems impossible.”
It’s surprising that there was only one enemy. I thought there might be someone they missed or reinforcements. Poor guy. Both arms and legs broken, his stomach spewing blood, his face swollen, groaning in pain, he could barely speak.
“Didn’t kill him…”
“Rufina, can you get information from a living person or a dead person?”
“I can get it from both. However, the memories of dead people are blurry.”
“Sophia, please heal him.”
“This is the enemy! He shot Priscilla.”
That’s true, but Priscilla, in her Lycanthrope form, wouldn’t die from a single arrow. Besides, I need information.
“Yes, Sophia, that’s right. But I need information, so please proceed.”
Sophia reluctantly chanted a healing spell, and the humanoid figure’s injuries began to mend. His broken arms and legs healed, the swelling on his face subsided, and the wound in his stomach, which had been exposing his insides, closed up.
As the humanoid figure’s injuries healed enough to discern his face, he seemed to regain consciousness and began to speak slowly.
“I… *gurgle!*”
Why did Priscilla kick him all of a sudden? Your leg strength, launching him all the way to the wall, is abnormal! We were supposed to get information.
“There’s no need to fully recover him. Just enough to get information.”
“Priscilla, please hold back. Don’t kick him. Sophia, please do it again.”
The humanoid figure, kicked all the way to the wall, was subjected to the healing magic once more. Is this some kind of torture?
“Priscilla, return from your Lycanthrope form quickly. Rufina, extract the information. Christine, help Rufina. If you interfere with reading memories, you may kill them. Everyone else, find a place to rest.”
After giving the necessary instructions, I looked at Priscilla, who had returned to her human form and was now covered with a curtain. It’s a shame it’s not a lace curtain, but a nude curtain has its own sexiness.
“Priscilla. Let’s go. The night is still long.”
As a reward for my hard work, I carried Priscilla in a “bridal carry,” but I regretted it within three steps. She’s heavier than I thought.
My arms are trembling, my legs are shaking. Can I make it up the stairs like this?! Hang in there! A Japanese man! I’ll show you the spirit of Yamato!
When I finally reached the Chief’s room, I was greeted by a kiss from Priscilla. It was worth the effort, worth the struggle.
“The rest was from here…”
Priscilla, transforming into a Lycanthrope in my arms, tore her clothes and lunged at me.
Someone… shoot this woman for me…
