I couldn’t sleep until morning. Still, I managed to get about an hour of sleep. Priscilla was pretty good. I wasn’t eaten, and only ended up with one arm broken.
Next up must be Christine or Alana. People from athletic backgrounds don’t know how to be patient. Still, I wonder what the quiet Christine was listening for standing in front of the door.
After knocking, Christine entered without a word. Usually, there’s a “Excuse me” after a knock. I’ll return her rudeness with my own.
“Good morning. What is it, Christine?”
I got out of Bed naked, my lower body still fully awakened for the morning, and greeted Christine.
“…Good morning, Captain. …The interrogation from yesterday is finished.”
Whether she was flustered or her usual self, I couldn’t read Christine’s expression. I want to test what would happen if I got closer.
“Good work. Who was that from yesterday?”
I approached without stopping. Christine seemed to be backing away inch by inch, but her expression didn’t change. Should I push it to the limit?
My Chest hurt. It felt like my heart was being squeezed. I couldn’t breathe. Placing my hand on my Chest didn’t change anything; the pain shot through me.
This must be Christine’s “Unfortunately, a heart attack.” This is amazing. I’ve experienced it a few times before, but has it powered up? My Face contorted with pain. I couldn’t even speak. I collapsed to my knees.
“…Excuse me.”
Christine left, passing through the door as if nothing had happened. As she got further away, the pain subsided, and I could breathe again.
“Gasp!”
I took a breath so deep I couldn’t believe it myself. Christine’s “Unfortunately…” is dangerous. My heart can be seized with no action taken against me, making it impossible to defend against.
Christine is beautiful, unmatched not only within the White Lily Corps but even in the city or the Royal Capital, but she’s also incredibly dangerous. Today was Christine’s turn, I guess. I’m a little depressed.
After telling the half-asleep Priscilla to gather downstairs, I left her with my parting gift of a kiss mark and got dressed… My jacket had been torn to shreds, so I threw it away and left wearing only my pants. She waved goodbye at the end, so she’ll probably come. Or perhaps she waved to make me go away.
“Mornin’, Captain.”
A cheerful greeting in the morning really makes for a good day’s work. Alana understands that, I suppose. Alana’s ever-energetic smile makes the pain in my broken arm disappear.
“Good morning, Alana. It’s a beautiful morning.”
The fortress assault went well, and the injured are just Priscilla’s minor wound from an arrow and my broken arm. Count Heartlook will surely be satisfied.
“Captain, did you eat breakfast? It’s ready.”
How thoughtful of Alana. I can think of two people who should learn from her. The one sleeping upstairs and the one who uses suspicious dark Magic.
“Not yet, but I was thinking of receiving the Report first. Shall we eat while I listen?”
Could it be that Alana made it herself? Knowing her cooking skills, I have high hopes. In the long and arduous mercenary life, you need to be able to cook at least one thing. Learn from them! Both of them!
“I made it for you, Captain. I want you to eat it.”
The Report can wait. It’s nothing compared to Alana’s cooking. I’d worked all night and am hungry, so I’ll eat first and then hear the Report. I followed Alana and entered a room that didn’t seem to be the cafeteria.
“How is it!? Looks delicious, right?”
In the center of the windowless room stood a wooden box. On top of it was a whole roasted chicken, its feathers plucked, along with a dirty wooden cup and something that looked like Ale.
That much is fine. That much is fine, but several candles were placed around the wooden box, arranged in a way that looked like a sacrifice placed within a magic circle from a certain perspective.
If it were Rufina, I’d run immediately. Because I’d probably become the sacrifice. I don’t want to be used to summon a Demon or an Angel.
But Alana prepared this. The direction is a little off, but there shouldn’t be anything dangerous. Still, how about a greasy roasted chicken for breakfast?
“Thank you, Alana. Can I sit here?”
Before I could ask, Alana tackled both my legs fiercely. When I tried to brace myself with my right hand, she twisted her body, not allowing me to. This is breakfast, right? This time from now on…
“Gulp!”
It hurt to hit my back, but a sharp pain shot through my right knee. What does she want! Is this a “ritual” after all!? Is she trying to summon a Demon!?
“Captain, how is it? Does she resemble big sister Priscilla?”
Resemble? Resemble what? Priscilla is taller, heavier, and has a better bust, waist, and hip. Even their hair colors aren’t similar, with one being red and the other silver-gray.
“Wh-where…?”
My broken left arm, my twisted right knee. Does she want me to say we resemble each other in Ferocity? How am I doing, with more injuries than the White Lily Corps members I fought?
“The delicious meal and the atmospheric candles. You saw them too, didn’t you, Captain? Just like big sister Priscilla.”
So she tried to imitate that part. The direction is right, but it veered a bit. A tackle is like a forkball, I guess.
“Setting that aside, what about our situation!?”
“I pushed you down.”
I understand that. That’s also going in the wrong direction. As I fell forward and tried to protect myself by putting my hands down, Alana’s strength, which I was carried along by as she twisted her body to prevent that, slammed me onto my back, damaged my right knee—did she want to perform the ultimate standing-up technique?!
“How about the meal…?”
“I’ll feed you. I’m going to eat the Captain… This is also a copy of big sister Priscilla.”
Her embarrassed Face is cute again. …Am I an idiot?! What am I supposed to do? My arm is broken, my knee hurts. There’s no TV shopping for knee pain or online shopping that delivers the next day! Call Sophia first!
“As expected, the Captain’s body is the best.”
I’ll admit that Alana’s Grind on top of me felt good. But when she held me, cut and fed me chicken, and poured Ale into my mouth, please stop forcing it.
The reward stipulated by the corps rules continued to be paid until Alana was satisfied, and I was fed more whole roasted chicken than I could handle. Alana’s hands caressed my body gently, but her sharp claws were merciless, slashing my upper body.
“Alana, are you alright? Please gather downstairs.”
Is Alana, who giggles “hihihi,” conscious of her surroundings? She responded, so she’s probably fine. In fact, I’m the one who isn’t fine…
Left arm fractured, right knee damaged, upper body slashed bloody by sharp claws. I could call an ambulance. Still, as Captain of the White Lily Corps, I can’t just rest.
I should look for Sophia. Sophia’s Magic can heal any wound. She immediately healed the person who shot Priscilla yesterday.
If Rufina saw me limping, holding my arm, and covered in blood, she would be horrified. I would undoubtedly be cornered.
But God did not abandon me, who has good conduct in everyday life. …More than that unreliable God, it is the supreme joy not to have been abandoned by Sophia.
“What’s wrong!? Are you alright!?”
You can tell just by looking, but I think it’ll take about a month to heal. Sophia should be able to fix it quickly with her Specialty Magic.
Sophia led me to the fortress’s infirmary. Since Magic can’t handle everything, it also had shelves with medicines and bandages, serving as a small health room.
Sophia, in a white robe, not quite a lab coat, is like a school nurse. I was made to lie down on the Bed and had my drying blood wiped away with a wet cloth.
“Could you also take off your bottoms? I want to check your knee and hip area.”
I thought you wouldn’t need to see with Magic, but if the nurse says so, I’ll comply. If Sophia were wearing a white lab coat with a red mini-skirt suit and glasses, she would be my ideal school nurse.
I obediently took off my bottoms and lay on the Bed in just my underwear. My blood had been wiped away, so now it’s all up to Sophia. I’m also sleep-deprived, so I’ll take a nap on the infirmary Bed.
Before I could drift off into a doze, I felt a soft sensation on my broken arm. Casually looking, it seemed like Sophia was kissing it…
“Sophia… Is this Magic…?”
“It’s preliminary preparation for casting Magic. Captain, you don’t need to worry about it and just sleep.”
Having no knowledge of Magic, I have no choice but to follow what the nurse says. The person from yesterday didn’t have any preparation, but I do…
When the nurse does something unusual, the patient becomes anxious. She calls it “preparation,” but she’s not really doing a “cancer screening,” is she? Given my unhealthy lifestyle, I might have a stomach polyp.
Suddenly, my mouth was being teased. Sophia’s tongue entered, and it felt like she was lapping up everything in my mouth. I couldn’t defend myself and just let her do as she pleased.
“Yes?”
Sophia licked the wounds on my body, which Alana had torn, as if nothing had happened. Yes, it feels good. …That’s not right. What is Sophia trying to do!?
“Sophia, this is…”
This is more like caressing than a cancer screening. I was unsure of what Sophia wanted, and my hesitation made my judgment falter.
I felt my prized Petty Knife cool down and was immediately enveloped in something warm and mixed with mucus. What’s going on!? I sat up and looked down to see what should be in its place entering Sophia’s mouth.
“So, Sophia!”
I met Sophia’s upward-gazing eyes. But, as if nothing had happened, she continued to hold my Petty Knife in her mouth, and indecent sounds filled the room.
Is this also part of the treatment? Imagining the secret act between the school nurse and student, I began to fall into a world of ecstasy.
“Thank you for the meal.”
Sophia’s treatment finished sooner than I expected. “Hang in there, self,” I told my Petty Knife.
“Um… the pain hasn’t gone away…”
“Ah, that’s right. ■■■■, Heal. You should be fine now.”
The time for ecstasy was barely enough, and the time for healing was less than a second… At least my heart was healed. I realized once again how great Sophia’s healing is.
Two hours after I put a kiss mark on Priscilla, I wonder if everyone is waiting for me?
