“Hahaha, that was easy,” I muttered.
The Lycanthrope’s claws shredded the plate mail like paper, turning the Harinnook army into a heap of flesh. I used my speed to take them down one by one, constantly on the move.
“Priscilla, don’t let yourself get surrounded!”
“I’ve got your back!”
I’m busy too, you know. I prefer “doing” to being “entrusted.” It means less risk of being bitten or stabbed… I admit, just the two of us can’t defeat them all. But then, the 7th Unit caught up and joined the attack.
“Captain~ Are you okay~?”
It’s more like a lapse in concentration than a moment of respite. Can’t they be a little more sharp? Thanks to Orietta and the others pouring in, I could retreat and observe the situation.
Orietta was producing a flurry of home runs, while Christine’s front was a mountain of people clutching their chests in pain. As for Priscilla, I almost felt sorry for the enemies facing her.
“■■■■, my poison breath…”
With Godspeed, I approached Rufina and tapped her on the head from behind.
“How many times have I told you not to involve allies?!”
Both enemies and allies were writhing from Rufina’s poison, some already dead. I didn’t care about the enemies, but I might need to move the allies to the rear.
“What are you doing? I only drank a little of the poison breath.”
You won’t die from just drinking a little, you know. You’re the one making the poison, after all. You won’t die from your own poison.
More importantly, I need to move the fallen allies to the rear. The catapults are stopped, so if we carry the injured, healers like Sophia should be able to mend them.
The 7th Unit’s front line seemed maintainable by Priscilla and the other two. Our allies watched from a distance, careful not to get caught. The enemies, without moving their fallen comrades, were killed again by Priscilla after being somehow revived. It was a tragic cycle.
“Cap, Captain… I think the poison is starting to spread a little…”
Rufina swayed as she appealed to me. I caught her and retreated, having our allies fill her gap. How foolish. To die from her own poison? Did my half-joking smack have an unintended consequence?
“Rufina, hold on. I’ll take you to Sophia right away.”
As I tried to pick Rufina up, she stopped me.
“First, I want you to suck out the poison. Moving with the poison in me will spread it faster.”
Is that so? I don’t really know, but I’ve heard of sucking out poison. I’ll suck out the poison and take her to Sophia with Godspeed. Where’s the wound to suck from?
“My mouth. The poison breath failed, and it seems to have pooled in my mouth… I’m feeling a bit dizzy. Am I speaking clearly?”
This is bad. Is her consciousness fading? I shouldn’t have hit her. It was partly to scold her for being so flippant, but the situation is more serious than I thought.
“I’m sorry, Rufina. I’ll take you to Sophia right away.”
I don’t know the right way to do this, but I took Rufina’s lips and sucked, then spat it out. I remember hearing that if you suck poison from someone’s mouth, you’ll get poisoned too… I don’t care. Right now, I need to suck out as much poison as possible and get her to Sophia.
I took her lips, sucked, and spat.
I took her lips, sucked, and spat.
I took her lips, sucked, and tangled my tongue with hers in a kiss.
I took her lips, sucked, and tangled my tongue with hers in a kiss.
Huh? Was I not spitting it out halfway through?
“Phew~ That was quite delicious. Kissing on the battlefield is delicious.”
As soon as she said it, she stood up, seemingly unfazed, and brushed the dirt off her robe, leaving me stunned. The enemies were about five meters away. While they were locked in deadly combat with swords and spears, I was having a deep kiss with Rufina, five meters behind them.
“The p-poison…?”
“There’s no way a foolish Necromancer would die from their own poison.”
Right… Was it my fault for worrying? I think something similar happened before, but was that a misunderstanding? I felt my strength drain.
“Please return to the front line and don’t kill our allies. Make sure you don’t involve them.”
“Understood. Those who die are enemies.”
Is our fundamental way of thinking different? Is my explanation lacking? I still clutch my head, disheartened by my lack of vocabulary. For now, I need to move the fallen allies. Rufina can wait.
I, along with a few others, dragged the injured to the rear of the 7th Unit, waved to the 8th Unit to signal that there were injured needing rescue, and then returned to the front lines, leaving a few behind.
The White Lily Corps was in fierce action on the front lines. Our allies joined the fight, and it seemed our left flank was gaining the upper hand when, as if to break the momentum, a Golem descended from above.
Likely operating the catapults, its body was about seven to eight meters tall. No one, except perhaps the White Lily Corps, would not feel terror as it brought down its massive club.
Christine needs to be taken to the rear. Golems don’t have hearts, and above all, Christine, whose reflexes are less than human, wouldn’t stand a chance against a Golem.
I scooped Christine onto my shoulders with Godspeed and leaped to the rear. Even with her armor, Christine was light enough to be carried without issue. She could stand to gain a little weight, not to the point of being voluptuous, but just a bit more meat on her bones.
Of course, this is purely in the context of mercenary work, not that I’m commenting on how comfortable she feels to hold.
Gaining weight would mean gaining muscle, which would allow for sturdier armor and more powerful weapons. It’s not like I want to fondle her ample chest.
We’ll talk about this later. To avoid any misunderstandings…
“Christine, please stay in the rear while the Golem is here. You can look after the injured. We’re expecting healers from the 8th Unit.”
“Ah… Me too. …A kiss.”
Amidst the chaos, Christine’s voice barely registered as she looked at me pleadingly. Did she see that in the middle of the melee? And she was behind me, so how could she possibly see?
But she must have seen. It wouldn’t do to anger her now, and is it just me who thinks it’s unfair that only Rufina got a kiss?
I wrapped my arms around her waist, her hard armor pressing against my leather armor, and met Christine’s lips. We had the advantage, so we could afford to take a little time.
After a lingering kiss, as we pulled apart, a platinum light pierced the air right in front of me.
