I was dumbfounded.
The trolls were retreating. How could I explain the current situation? They had broken through the castle gate, and just as things were about to get serious, they’re running away? It’s impossible. Where was I supposed to land this fist I’d raised?
Orietta seemed to be thinking the same thing, as she hurled a large, fallen stone towards the trolls. She didn’t throw it with all her might, as the shockwave would be painful even nearby.
“Cap’n~ Is this the end~?”
It probably was the end. It had gotten quiet, after all. Even though the battle was over, there were still plenty of tasks: rescuing and treating the injured, repairing the castle gate, and reorganizing the troops.
“Orietta, send Doron out to scout the surroundings. After that, please lend a hand with repairing the castle gate. I’m going to the North Gate.”
With that, I hurried towards the North Gate. Christine was at the West Gate, so she should be fine. I was concerned about the Harpies that had flown in from the direction of the North Gate.
The North Gate, including the castle wall, was half destroyed. When I questioned a captured Adventurer, he said there had been a stone attack by Harpies. The stones were large enough to be difficult to lift, and if several of them hit, they could break down the castle gate.
In other words, it was an aerial bombardment by Harpies. It wasn’t a night pleasure flight, was it? Our anti-air defenses, consisting of bows and magic, seemed to have little effect on the Harpies. The Harpies had reportedly flown in several times and repeated their bombing runs, which would mean there was a place nearby where they could resupply stones.
They were attacking quite strategically. This brought up another question. The trolls and ogres didn’t have any specialized weapons. They did have weapons, but the trolls had something like logs, and the ogres were likely using swords and shields stolen from Adventurers, which were clearly the wrong size.
If they lacked the technology to craft weapons, it would make sense, but were they attacking without even proper weapons? Had they prepared for the aerial bombardment and the stone-throwing before declaring war?
During Lord Nuyoo’s battle, the monsters were controlled by humans and had weapons that fit their size. This time, I suspect they gathered whatever they could find to attack, but combined with the Harpy incident, the contradictions made it impossible to figure out the truth.
I had completely forgotten, but I needed to meet Yuina and Niina. They had chosen a different inn from us, probably to avoid causing us trouble. That made me feel bad.
On my way to the inn, I saw the streets bustling with people awakened by the commotion of the battle. It was only natural, as a war had started nearby, but there weren’t any people making a fuss, as if they knew the enemy was already gone.
When I barged into Yuina and Niina’s room, they were simply looking out the window, not even preparing to flee.
“We were scared, good sir.”
They rushed towards me, clinging to me as if I were their only hope. It felt good, though. Did they think I hadn’t noticed? The way their faces, as they looked back at me from the window, had smiled not with a “grin” but a “sly smile.”
They weren’t just cute Dark Elves who could fight; they were more like our kind. The kind who would kill without hesitation.
“I have a request for you two… no, for Yuina. After you investigate the current situation, please inform Priscilla in Zivil Village. Finally, add that Koatotemites City will fall.”
“Is this city beyond saving…?”
Unfortunately, I hadn’t expected the castle gate to be breached in such a short time. The monsters had retreated, but if the repairs weren’t finished before their next attack, we would have to face them without a gate.
I could defeat the trolls and ogres that were at the East Gate on open ground. It would take time, but if they got inside the castle. While I waste time defeating them all, the city would be emptied. This would be the same as it “falling.”
“Niina, please escape with the other refugees. At that time, please inform His Majesty the Emperor and Marquis Rutland of Koatotemites’ current situation.”
“Will you also leave the city with us, my good sir?”
I didn’t answer her pleading words. I had no intention of dying, but I had no intention of running either. It wasn’t because I was hired by Alana. Alana was a mercenary too. If it were a choice between dying or running, she would choose “running.” No mercenary would mock someone who ran. Instead, they would mock those who died foolishly.
“I’m leaving it to you two.”
I left the room. I couldn’t look them in the eye and speak. Slaves who called me a good person. To have made them my shadows against their will and to have seen their sad eyes… Sadness is painful. Fun things… I guess finding out they sleep naked is fun.
I headed towards the West Gate, where Christine was. We would need more manpower at the North Gate. I would use my “unfortunate power” to create Christine’s Army. I needed to release them after the repairs were done, so they wouldn’t be disposable.
“…Cap’n, are you alright?”
She was probably worried, but her calm tone made it sound like she was saying, “Of course, you’re alright.”
“…No enemies came.”
That was good.
“…I didn’t kill anyone.”
That was also good. The war was over without any killing, for now. I reported the current situation to Christine, and after she gave me permission to form Christine’s Army, a warmth returned to her cold eyes. No killing.
I wanted Christine to go to the North Gate. We needed a lot of people to form the army, and there were also tasks like repairing the castle gate and walls, and caring for the injured.
I circled around and returned to the East Gate, where Orietta was busy repairing the castle gate in her armored suit. I didn’t really want to show off the armored suit, but the manpower was undeniable.
“Cap’n~ The repair is almost finished~ Ori’s gonna rest now~”
The breached castle gate had been reinforced and stood as it did before it was broken. Orietta, who had likely used Alchemy, was to be thanked. Perhaps her experience of frequently repairing things she broke at the inns where she stayed had come in handy.
Orietta, having taken off her armored suit, was drenched in sweat, showing how hard she had worked. Sweaty in a school swimsuit. A true dark operative.
“Cap’n~ I want my wartime bonus~”
Now? I had expected it, but now? Now is fine, as is the school swimsuit. For my wartime bonus, I helped her wash her sweat-soaked armored suit.
Of course, I did it in a secluded spot, trying not to let anyone see the armored suit. The outside was intact, I just wiped the inside. The scent of Orietta’s sweat tickled my nostrils.
Even with Godspeed, I, who lacked power, envied the armored suit. I wondered if I could use Godspeed while wearing it, but looking inside, it was custom-made for Orietta and didn’t seem to fit.
“I’m putting it away~”
A magic circle glowed at the feet of the two-meter-tall armored suit, and it was sucked in. At least let me get away before that happens. If I got sucked in along with the armored suit, where would I end up?
“What are we going to do now~?”
There was a lot to do. I had to go to the North Gate and fix the destroyed castle gate, stand guard at night, help organize the troops, and so on. But I rejected it all!
Because I’m not a commander! Christine went to fix the castle gate! The people of the town who had just woken up should do the night watch!
“Resting is part of the job.”
The armored suit probably didn’t have air conditioning, and we both wiped ourselves down after sweating so much. It was only natural to wash off our own sweat and prepare for the next battle.
I draped a robe over Orietta and took her hand as we walked. I couldn’t bear to look directly. A modern white swimsuit might be okay, but with the materials in this world, it would be see-through. Orietta’s… I could see through her… her two bulges…
When we returned to the inn, the owner greeted us and subjected us to a barrage of questions, but I easily brushed them off, and we headed to our room.
I should praise myself for holding back for so long. For not reaching out to the white school swimsuit-clad behind that appeared before me while I was wiping down the armored suit.
“I’m going to take a bath~”
Orietta took off her robe and headed for the bathroom alone. Wait, wait a minute! The robe is fine because it’s in the way, but it’s a school swimsuit, a white school swimsuit, let me go strawberry picking through it.
“Ah, me too…”
Orietta ignored me as I hastily took off my leather armor and went towards the bathroom. Is helping with the washing enough for my wartime bonus?! Perhaps after cleaning her thoroughly in the bath, we’ll head to bed?!
Normally, that would be fine. It would be fine, but isn’t it different now? Is she toying with my heart and then discarding me?! It would normally be a crime to touch her, but Orietta is an adult, and her current appearance is a cosplay. I’ll undress her before she undresses. No, I want to be with her without her undressing.
With my leather armor barely off, I entered the bathroom Orietta had headed to. I filled the tub with hot water and was about to remove her swimsuit, which was just covering her shoulders.
I immediately placed my hands on her shoulders and embraced her from behind. Orietta’s sweaty scent wafted through the air, and I wanted to hold her like this forever.
“You smell sweaty~”
That was fine too. I moved away slightly and admired her from behind, her cute derrière fitting perfectly. That was fine too.
When she turned around, I saw faint strawberries. I immediately reached out and touched them. With a moan, the hardening strawberries seemed to be ready to be eaten.
“I’ll take it off quickly~”
That’s why you shouldn’t take it off. Not taking it off is good. You won’t get a “like” button for that.
But I was too timid to say that. However, I had my pride. I couldn’t back down now. I didn’t stop Orietta from undressing, but pulled down the shoulder straps of her swimsuit until her breasts were visible.
“Kya!”
Her reaction was cute. And the peeking breasts that spilled out were even cuter. Hello, pink wild strawberries on big marshmallows.
The shoulder straps were lowered to her elbows, and her breasts were visible at a good angle. The trick is to match this line of her under-breasts. If I raise it, the marshmallows will be hidden, and if I lower it too much, the charm of the school swimsuit is halved.
This exquisite position is important. Only when you understand this can you be considered a true professional. It took me with blood, sweat, and tears to reach this point…
“I’m embarrassed~”
Not taking off the swimsuit completely, but exposing specific areas heightened the mood and made Orietta’s skin blush. I thought they were just marshmallows, but had they turned strawberry-flavored?
Orietta, embarrassed, turned her face away and didn’t do anything to me. If Orietta had gotten serious and hugged me, my spine would have broken, and I would have been half my height, and she could have easily pulled out my head by placing her hands on my cheeks.
Even though Orietta could have easily resisted when the white school swimsuit was pulled down, she didn’t do anything. I licked Orietta’s wild strawberries.
“Ahya… ah… Ahhhh…”
I picked at the slightly sweaty wild strawberries with my lips and rolled them with the tip of my tongue. Orietta wriggled her body, trying to escape, but my strong arms held her firm.
“Noooo… Nooo… Ahhhhh…”
Orietta didn’t run away even though she objected. I pressed my ultra-vibrating left hand to her private parts.
“I… I can’t stand…”
I didn’t know she was so tired from combat that she couldn’t stand. In that case, I should let her sit down. On top of me. With my manhood inserted.
I shifted the school swimsuit to the side with my left hand, lifted her legs with my right, and as soon as her private parts were visible, I thrust in my Petty knife.
“Ah… Nnnh, it’s in…”
I slowly lowered my hips so as not to pull out, and Orietta sat on top of me. Rest while sitting. I was about to cum just by being in this position.
The cute Orietta, with her white school swimsuit pulled down to her chest, sitting on me with my manhood inserted…
“Ahhhhnnn, it’s deep…”
It’s going to get deeper. ■■■■, condensed, Short Sword!
Will my manhood, which grew from the size of a Petty knife to longer than a male actor’s, reach Orietta’s internal organs!?
“Haaaaaa…! Nnnh… Ahhh…! It’s reaching…”
Rest slowly… Godspeed!
“Ahgaga… ha… Fuuu… Ah… Nnnh…”
In the end, I held her tightly and ejaculated until I was satisfied. Making love with the school swimsuit girl with mutual consent. This is the pinnacle of manhood.
