Guard duty is tough. Especially with this person…
“You should die sometimes!”
Even if it’s ‘sometimes’, I only have one life, so I want to protect it.
“I’ll pass. I’m too humble.”
What are you doing?! I’m paying Priscilla’s combat pay. I’m wielding a Short Sword and shield, and Priscilla is attacking with a Buster Sword.
This is how Priscilla’s guard duty starts outdoors, especially when there’s no one around.
“Your speed is impressive. You’re not even serious yet, are you?”
Even in human form, Priscilla’s speed with a Buster Sword is above average. No ordinary knight could match her.
I parried Priscilla’s overhead strike with my shield and tried to slash at her head, but she dodged. I recovered my stance and attacked again as she took a step back.
How can she keep up with the speed of a Short Sword in a clash, wielding such a heavy Buster Sword? She’s a monster.
“You’re amazing too, Priscilla. I’ll increase my speed a bit more.”
I closed the distance instantly and blocked her downward smash with my shield, then rewound my Short Sword and punched her in the stomach with the hilt, but she hardened her abs and deflected it.
When I blocked her second overhead strike with my shield, the sheer power pushed me down to my knees, and I held the shield with both hands.
“Die just like that!”
I feigned an escape when she raised her sword for the fifth strike. My shield is battered and can barely take it; her slashes are terrifying.
“Ah! It’s unfair that you cleverly turned into a Lycanthrope just on your arm!”
“I don’t care. Winning is all that matters. Winning.”
She roared and transformed into a Lycanthrope all over. She threw aside her Buster Sword, her clothes ripped, and black fur covered her entire body.
I regret not being able to knock her down when she was in human form. I discarded my battered shield, drew a Knife from my waist, and switched to dual-wielding.
“This is my specialty. I’ll go at full speed.”
“I’ll kill you, kill you, kill you!”
Seriously, we’re in the middle of paying combat pay and trying to kill each other. We don’t hate each other, though. After this, a battlefield where trees are snapped and rocks are shattered is created, and in the center of it, I hold Priscilla down.
I wish I could “push her down” instead of just “holding her down.”
“If you don’t give up and return to human form, I’ll let you fall like this.”
“Don’t be ridiculous! Who would give up?!”
The moment she said it, I let her fall. I can’t win a strength contest, and if she extends her claws, my arm around her neck will be torn to shreds. I’m sorry.
Although I dropped her this time, I often force a surrender with joint locks. When she’s knocked out and loses, Priscilla returns to human form, naked. Perhaps it was the prolonged Godspeed, but I’m a little tired. After some time, I patted Priscilla’s behind to wake her up.
“How long was I asleep?”
She sounds displeased. I can tell by her voice. It’s natural; being knocked out must be humiliating. Of course, I didn’t draw on her face or squeeze her breasts…
“About an hour.”
“Why didn’t you wake me up sooner?! That shortens our time!”
That’s what you’re angry about?! I was pushed down by the naked Priscilla, who had just woken up. Don’t do that all of a sudden…
“The real battle starts now! I’ll win this time!”
Can’t we stop the competition?
Can’t we just do it normally?
Speaking of which…
“Priscilla! I have big news!”
“Tomorrow is guard duty! Brace yourself!”
Maybe I should stop talking…
“Priscilla, about the Buster Sword, it seems like it can be made smaller.”
“…Why would you make something that’s become big, small?”
Even if it becomes big, it’s useless to anyone but you. In human form, even Priscilla herself is in danger, so it’s a waste.
“I thought it would be better if it were a length that everyone could be satisfied with…”
“Just force it in if it’s like that!”
Her words, unbecoming of a woman, made me decide, “I’ll force it into *you*.” But forcing it isn’t good. Besides, not being able to insert it fully is fundamentally lonely.
“…Well, try it for now.”
I wanted to end the conversation just by talking… Is it like a child who can’t be patient in front of a toy? I shouldn’t have said anything…
If I say no here, I’ll undeniably have my pants ripped off. Priscilla, every time she transforms into a Lycanthrope, tears her clothes. I wish she’d consider the White Lily Corps’ economic situation even a little.
What am I doing, lowering my pants in front of a naked Priscilla sitting cross-legged… Hello! My partner, long time no see!
“Watch this. Condensing. And, pay attention to the flow of Magic Power here…”
To others, I probably look like a foolish man, but I am the captain of the strongest mercenary group. …Oops, I need to concentrate.
The Buster Sword, which had been extending as if to reach my entire body, gradually weakened, becoming a Short Sword about halfway between its original size and the Petty Knife.
“You’re a monster.”
It’s Orietta who did this to your body! I can’t even handle a Buster Sword myself; it’s big and just gets in the way.
“What do you think? I believe this is a satisfactory size. Of course, with practice, the size can be freely controlled.”
If I lose concentration, it will immediately swell to Buster Sword size, but if I concentrate, I can maintain this size for a while, and for Alana, who is small, even a Petty Knife is enough.
“No good!”
Priscilla’s Short Sword is gripped as she dismisses it. In an instant, she transforms into a Lycanthrope. Despite sitting, her height doesn’t change as she becomes covered in large, black fur.
She casually takes the Short Sword into her mouth, amidst her rough tongue and sharp fangs. I instinctively recoiled, but she tightened her grip, and I had no escape.
“…Munch munch. …It’s still not enough. Change it back!”
When I had just become able to handle Magic Power… But if it’s not enough, I’ll make it satisfying. I condensed it as I pleased and shoved the Buster Sword into Priscilla’s mouth.
She wanted it forced, right?! Then I’ll force it with the Buster Sword. Don’t choke to death.
“Ghk!”
“Ugh!”
One’s Buster Sword is thrust deep down her throat, while the other’s Buster Sword, forcibly pushed in, hits sharp fangs. Two fools writhe in agony.
This is how our journey to the Empire proceeds.
The journey from Makjuru’s border to Ashtal’s Imperial Capital is long, and walking through the Empire’s vast territory makes me wish for a door that can go anywhere. Since there are no doors, daily guard duty continues.
We finally reached the Imperial Capital after about ten days, utterly exhausted from daily guard duty, combat pay, and driving the carriage. I can’t meet the head of the Hasuhanto Trading Company looking dirty. I want to get a room, take a bath, and wash my clothes before meeting the head.
The Hasuhanto Trading Company approached me when I was in charge of the rear guard during Makjuru’s advance on Stefan Castle in Nuyoo. They apparently knew me from when I attacked the noble’s mansion before that, but I hope I wasn’t involved in that male-male relationship back then.
I got a room, and naturally, it’s a private room. It’s not because I’m the captain; it’s for guard duty. The Hasuhanto Trading Company we’re about to meet is the world’s number one company, and we’re probably equivalent to freelancers or temporary staff.
Even as top-tier individuals, they are incomparably removed, like beings from above the clouds. The Hasuhanto Trading Company invited us, but will I be able to meet them? And do I need a reservation or an appointment? Usually, my work is handled through the Guild.
“Everyone, I’m going to visit the Hasuhanto Trading Company tomorrow. I don’t know what kind of discussion it will be, but it probably won’t be bad news.”
“You’re going alone?”
“Yes. That’s the plan.”
“The Hasuhanto Trading Company doesn’t always have good stories. Maybe you should have a guard accompany you.”
“I’ll be fine. If worse comes to worst, I’ll run at full speed. You can all do as you please, but please adhere to the next set of rules.”
“What a pain.”
That’s you, you! I’m talking to you.
“First, no killing. No injuring others. No resurrecting the dead. No unauthorized experiments. Please keep these in mind and enjoy yourselves.”
A storm of boos erupts. But I’ll ignore it. I want a connection with the Hasuhanto. To cause trouble at their headquarters, let alone in the Imperial Capital, is suicide.
“If you cause trouble in the Imperial Capital, the Knight Order will intervene. Imperial Knights are incomparable to the knights of Harinnook or Pomer.”
Imperial Knights are not only large in scale but also superior in individual strength. I can win in a one-on-one fight, but if outnumbered, I have no chance of winning.
“Please keep your promises and have fun. There are many things here, how about some shopping? You just got your reward from Makjuru, so you should have some savings.”
“Fine. I’ll buy a Dress for the captain, I guess.”
Ooh! What a great idea. I love Priscilla when she occasionally has a brilliant idea.
“Ah, I’ll go too. It’s okay to get something new once in a while, right?”
That’s wonderful, Sophia. It seems some of the other members are also interested in Dresses, so it’s going to be a shopping tour. Orietta, you should try wearing something other than gothic lolita too.
This is great~. I can’t wear them normally, but beautiful women in beautiful Dresses. It was worth coming to the Imperial Capital. I should have upgraded the inn.
At that moment, the Hasuhanto Trading Company completely slipped my mind. What was on my mind was… how to make the members in their Dresses take them off.
