Dark Elf attack. I have no memory of ever having Dark Elves as enemies, but as mercenaries, I wonder where I could have earned their hatred…
After repelling the attackers, I sent Christine to the campsite to pick up Rufina and Orietta, and now I’m alone and feeling lonely.
What should I do? Dark Elf corpses. They need to be disposed of, humanely. Should I dig a hole and bury them, or is there an Elven burial method for this?
There are over twenty bodies, and I don’t want to dig alone. It’s tiring. I’ll wait for Orietta. It should be quick if I dig with my armor, though.
Of the six surviving female Dark Elves, four are still asleep. One has soiled herself, and another is visibly trembling. They don’t seem in a state to talk, so I’ll have to rely on Rufina for memory retrieval.
But Dark Elves do exist. The difference from Manon’s elves is just their tanned skin and silver hair. Their ears are pointed, and all elves are beautiful. But… if I look closely… these six all look identical. Are they sextuplets?! Father must have worked hard. Mother must have had a difficult childbirth.
“Hello. Dark Elves. I am Baron Mikael Shin, Captain of the White Lily Corps.”
Although I say “everyone,” there are only two people here, one whose teeth are chattering and one who soiled herself… The other four are still sleeping.
“I don’t think you can remove those ropes binding your hands and feet, so please refrain from futile resistance. I don’t intend to kill you.”
Perhaps this will put them a bit more at ease. I want them to be spies, or scouts. I don’t know how slave contracts work, but if possible, I’d prefer them to agree to it willingly, so I want to make a good impression. Even though our first impression was a battle to the death.
“You, I’ll have you wash up by the river or somewhere later. And you, you don’t need to shiver so much.”
I smiled broadly and spoke to them, but received no reply. I believe communication is important. But this is troubling. Even if the remaining four wake up, they’ll likely be the same. While Rufina will have to handle memory extraction, getting them to agree to be slave scouts might be difficult.
A little coercion might be unavoidable. But absolute obedience is good. First, I’ll make Priscilla obey…
“Are you all sisters? They all look the same to me…”
“It was a nice day today, wasn’t it? I’m a man who brings good weather.”
“Do you Dark Elves drink ale or anything? I love alcohol.”
Perhaps because of conversations like this, there’s little reaction. It feels like I’m being ignored, which makes me lose motivation. Even when two more woke up, and I tried to communicate with the four of them, they just kept trembling.
As this time dragged on, I grew bored of the one-sided conversation and was about to check their injuries when I saw someone approaching alone from a distance. I had told Christine that Rufina and Orietta would each come on horseback, so this wasn’t them.
I can’t see clearly from this distance, but perhaps Lady Isabel has come, worried about me. That would be nice. I thought about how a popular man was different, but that was only for a short time until I could see the rider.
“Priscilla, you’re here early.”
Priscilla jumped off her horse without pulling the reins and walked past me in silence. I know this pattern. She kicked a Dark Elf, who was bound, defenseless, and trembling with fear. People really do fly, about five meters.
“Priscilla, stop! They’re defenseless!”
The girl who was kicked and soiled herself made a strange noise. Perhaps her ribs are broken. I should have stopped her sooner, but if that kick had landed there, both would have burst.
“So, these are the only ones alive.”
She said, drawing her beloved Buster Sword. Priscilla can be truly merciless at times, which is terrifying. I called for Rufina and Orietta, so why did a belligerent person like her arrive first?
“Wait a moment. Haven’t you heard from Christine about how to handle them? I want to keep them alive.”
“I don’t know about that. It’s either split in half or torn to pieces for these guys.”
Both options lead to the same end. Where are the other choices? She came alone and didn’t hear the whole story. She probably came because she was worried, but I have a plan.
I stood between Priscilla and the Dark Elves and explained the situation and my future plans, gradually moving away from the Dark Elves. …The result.
“No good. Since they targeted Mikael, they can only die, die horribly, or die in a mess. Move aside!”
Oh, it’s become a choice of three. I need something to persuade her. I stopped Priscilla from pushing me aside by hugging her from behind.
“Wait. At least let’s wait for Rufina. I want to know why the Dark Elves targeted me. They’ll be here soon.”
Did my persuasion work? Priscilla stopped. Even though she’s stronger than me with brute force. Still, the power of love is great.
“What the hell are you doing?”
I’m convincing your savage self. First, there’s no reason for them to target Mikael. Second, I want to hire them as scouts. You probably didn’t listen to the end, did you?
“What the hell are you doing?”
Did she say it twice because it’s important? Even if I kill them, it would be more useful to keep them alive for various reasons.
Looking at them, the Dark Elves all have the same face, but they’re all beautiful. Selling them to a brothel is an option, but if possible, before that…
“What the hell are you doing?”
Third time because it’s important? Indeed, it is important. Priscilla’s large breasts. When I hugged her from behind, my hand slipped between her clothes and armor, and I was massaging her chest, which didn’t fit in her hand.
“P-Priscilla. This is a misunderstanding. It was an accidental slip. I didn’t know there was such a gap.”
Normally, there wouldn’t be such a gap. If you don’t wear your armor properly, you’ll experience unnecessary impact. *Massage, massage.*
“They really are a rotten captain. Before I kill these guys, you die!”
Priscilla twisted her body trying to shake me off. If I fall, I’ll die! I desperately clung on. *Massage, massage.*
Priscilla struggled, trying to shake me off, but perhaps my “massage” strategy was effective, as she didn’t seem to put much force into it.
However, Priscilla is a seasoned warrior. She jumped backward, trying to crush me on her back. I would hit the ground first. Her jump and weight of several kilograms crushed me as I tried to hold on.
“Guh!”
If I let go and used Godspeed, I could escape, but for some reason, my hands didn’t let go. A heavy impact shot through my entire body. I struggled to overcome the dizziness, thinking, “I can’t let go! I can’t let go of these large breasts!” I entangled my legs to prevent her from moving and continued my attack. *Massage, massage.*
“Don’t mess with me!”
I’m fighting for my life, being completely serious here. I’m seriously massaging Priscilla, trying not to let go. If I let go, I’ll be killed. We just fought, and I don’t want to fight again. *Massage, massage.*
“Fine, fine, now let go.”
No! I won’t believe you! You’ll draw your Buster Sword and attack me the moment I let go. I won’t fall for that! …Ah, her nipples are hardening. *Massage, massage.*
“Y-you… Ah, kkh… Haaah…”
Priscilla’s surrender was declared amidst her soft sighs. I won! I was convinced of my complete victory and continued massaging until everyone else arrived. *Massage, massage.*
