The scent of coffee, the chirping of birds. Her, in her underwear, wearing my favorite T-shirt. Two small bumps lightly visible on her chest. “Good morning, get up, the bread will be ready soon.” And a light kiss to wake me up… That’s the ideal.
Instead, a bloody scent from a surprise toe kick to the nose, and the disgusting chirping of birds from afar. “Ah, what a waste of that blood,” says the idiot woman who wants to drink my blood to wake up, as I deliver an iron claw and pull her away… This is reality.
“Good morning, Mikael-sama. I’ve heard about the situation from my Lord.”
“Le-let me drink a little more. Ow, ow, ow!”
I didn’t hold back with the iron claw.
“Rossa, you’re serious. How’s your magic power holding up?”
Normally, I’d complain about her skeletal form and ragged clothes or robes, but attaching flesh consumes magic. I need to avoid that.
“Yes, My Lord’s magic power is abundant, so I believe we can endure even at a distance.”
I bet! I’ve blacked out twice in one day. Rufina’s magic capacity is needed for Rossa’s magic and remote support, making her perfect for this diversion.
The preparations are complete, and thanks to the alarm clock that will definitely wake me up, we’re even a little early. Next time, I’ll be the alarm clock. Of course, I won’t use a toe kick, I’ll impale them with my Buster Sword.
“Let’s go, Rossa. Rufina, stay hidden and wait for me to bring back the horses.”
“Hmph, don’t forget what you just said.”
What they just said? Was it something about a thousand for a thousand, something ominous? They shouldn’t underestimate me, a Godspeed user. If it comes down to it, I’m quick to run. Better to run away when things get dangerous than to fight.
Rossa and I went through the forest toward Lauenstein. I’ll infiltrate from the south, and Rossa will attack from the west.
At a predetermined time, while Rossa creates a diversion, I’ll steal horses and escape. I’ve told Rossa to spare no effort, so she’ll likely cause considerable damage. I’ve also asked her to scout the enemy forces of the Demon Army.
It’s cloudy, but movement is easy in the moonlight. Just as we were about to part ways, Rossa grabbed my clothes.
“Mikael-sama, please be careful…”
When I turned around, Rossa intertwined her fingers and brought them to her chest, as if praying, seemingly waiting for something.
Probably… probably, but I think she wants me to give her a farewell kiss. Probably…
At times like these, it would be easier if she closed her eyes, tilted her chin up slightly, and pouted her lips, but Rossa’s skeletal eyes are shrouded in darkness, and she has no lips, only her teeth are visible. Her entwined fingers are bone against bone. Anyone who saw her would think she was casting a curse, this No-Life Queen.
I understand. We’ve known each other for a long time. This is probably a farewell kiss. She’s not cursing me, is she? I can kiss her, right?
“Ros-Rossa-san. If possible, I’d prefer flesh…”
Can I even do that? Kissing a skeleton? Will it be on her teeth? Can that even be called a kiss?
“Ah, I’m sorry. Right away…”
The kiss seems to have hit its mark. As bone clacks against bone, flesh begins to appear on her face, and her hair grows longer. Unlike Christine, she possesses a mature allure, a bewitching beauty from the neck up, perhaps enhanced by magic.
Below the neck, she remains a skeletal No-Life Queen. I wish she would regain a little more humanity. If she merges with Rufina, will I have to be with a skeleton every day?
Sensing my hesitation to kiss her, she said, “Please wait a moment longer,” and her body filled out with flesh, donning a queenly red dress.
Beautiful… Not the sculpted beauty of Priscilla, nor the peerless beauty of Christine. Yet, this beauty that stirs the heart—is it because she is not human?
We naturally exchanged lips. The melting movement of her tongue made my mind go blank, but we… I have something I must do.
Stealing horses in Lauenstein is important, but scouting the enemy is the main objective. I can’t lose consciousness here. Consciousness… Consciousness is focused below. Towards those bountiful breasts…
I must rescue them… Rossa can freely add flesh to her body. This time, perhaps in her haste or to meet my expectations, her clothes seem uncomfortably tight. I must rescue them…
While kissing her, I lowered the clothes from her shoulders, and then down to her chest.
“Mi-Mikael… sa-sama…”
She seems unable to hide her surprise, but I am more surprised. These perfectly shaped breasts, this wonderfully colored pair of milk. So soft, my fingers sink into them. To think she was hiding such dangerous things…
“Beautiful…”
No, no! What am I doing, getting lost over a pair of breasts? I am the captain of a mercenary group, about to launch a surprise attack into enemy territory. …That’s right! I have to tell her the plan!
“Rossa, advance from this side.”
So saying, I latched onto her left nipple.
“Ah… haaannn…”
“I will advance from this side.”
So saying, I licked her right nipple.
“Nn… nn… nn…”
“If we can rendezvous, around here…”
I cupped both of the richly ripened fruits in my hands and brought her nipples together, licking them both simultaneously.
“Mi-Mikael sa… It feels… so good…”
“If we cannot rendezvous, each of us will withdraw at our discretion.”
While licking Rossa’s right breast, I lifted her skirt and poked her lady parts with my finger.
“Ah… aaa… So…”
“Someday, I want to deliver a one-strike blow to Lauenstein as well.”
I slipped my finger into the gap of Rossa’s panties, deep inside. A slippery, warm substance wrapped around my finger.
“Haaa… more… Swallow meee…”
I spun Rossa around, lifted her skirt, and delivered a strike from behind. My companion, transformed from a Petty Knife into a Short Sword, delivered a strike into Rossa.
“Nn, haaaah…”
The critical strike stiffened Rossa’s body, and my hands moved from her waist to her chest. I rubbed her soft, overflowing breasts, enough to leave handprints.
“Ah… Ah… Ah… Ah…”
Her cries, aligning with the movement of my hips, were like magical words that sped up my every thrust.
“Nnn… Mikael… sama… I feel like I’m melting… Aun… Ah… Nnn…”
Perhaps attracted by the bewitching Rossa, my hips moved intensely even without using Godspeed… What am I doing at a time like this!?
I have to go to Lauenstein. Diversion, surprise attack, horse theft. There’s so much to do, what am I doing participating in this!? I’m sorry, Rossa, but I have to use Godspeed.
“Fuuuahh, Aun, Ah… Aaa… Flesh… Flesh…”
I’ve used up my Godspeed. In the end, Rossa was saying “flesh,” but next time, add the flesh from the beginning. It will surely be more fun.
Rossa slumped down weakly. I can’t deny I overdid it a bit, but it was my fault for suddenly remembering. I wish I could have taken it a little slower.
Rossa panted for a moment, then straightened her skirt and stood up as if nothing had happened.
“I’m off, Mikael-sama.”
Saying that, Rossa looked at me and offered her lips with her eyes closed. I gave her a light kiss goodbye and watched her leave.
Terrifying. Half her face was collapsing. Was she talking about my body’s flesh, not my companion’s flesh, when she said “flesh”?
Her eyeballs were melting and spilling out, and half her face had collapsed, revealing her bones. I deserve praise for kissing such a Rossa.
Next time, I need to be careful with normal positions. I don’t want to see bodies collapse in front of me. Back-only, no gore. And turning back into a skeleton midway is even more forbidden!
I found a ray of hope in my encounter with Rossa and used Godspeed to head toward Lauenstein.
There were no human figures or Orc shadows at the South Gate, and the town was quiet, with only vulgar laughter heard here and there. Godspeed seems to put a strain on broken legs, but I feel no discomfort for now.
I don’t have a specific place in mind for the horses, but they won’t be in the middle of town. Finding them near an inn or a larger shed would be fine. After advancing a certain distance, I used Widecasting Mind’s Eye.
I thought the town was quiet, but using Widecasting Mind’s Eye revealed Orcs and Goblins. I can’t see inside buildings, but given this, some Goblins might even be sleeping in beds.
Three Orcs caught my Widecasting Mind’s Eye… and a woman. A human woman is being pinned down by an Orc. I used Godspeed to reach a position where I wouldn’t be discovered.
“Gahahahaha! Human women aren’t bad.”
“If you do it, it’ll be trouble later! Gahahahaha!”
Unpleasant voices. Unpleasant sights. A human woman is being violated by an Orc. Her clothes are torn, her body is covered in bruises, and she no longer has the strength to cry out.
This is war. Men are killed, women are raped. This is war. If you don’t want to be killed, run away. If you don’t want to be raped, run away. This is the fate of those who couldn’t.
If I were a Hero, I wouldn’t encounter this. Even if I were here, a Sage or a stubborn Dwarf might say, “This is a time to endure,” and prevent an uproar.
Afterward, the Hero would say, “If only I were stronger,” and a female magician or swordswoman would comfort him later in bed.
I’m not a Hero. Right now, I’m just a horse thief. Causing a commotion is Rossa’s job, and I need to steal a horse and return for Rufina.
How long has it been since I heard the Orcs’ laughter? Less than a second. I’m not a Hero!
“Die!”
Godspeed Mode Two!
Before causing a commotion, I’ll just lop off their heads. The three Orcs sprayed blood like fountains and died. Only one Orc was still thrusting its hips.
Godspeed of rage. Thousand-Armed Kannon!
It took less than a second to slice the Orc straddling the woman into pieces. However, Godspeed, fueled by anger, broke my used sword and caused discomfort in my leg.
A woman beyond recognition. The suffering of hell. I understand her feelings, but the depth of her wounded heart is immeasurable. What should I say at a time like this…
“Hey, you okay?”
Am I an idiot!?
“Hey, want to go grab some tea?”
Even more of an idiot!
“Woman. If you want to live, I’ll save you. …If you want to die, I’ll kill you so you don’t suffer. Choose.”
I’m not a Hero, nor a psychiatrist. I don’t have time for noble deeds like saving those who wish to die. Before Rossa’s diversion begins, I need to get things done, or I might die.
A long silence. But then, the woman started to cry, slowly reaching out her hand toward me. A woman who chose to live. I pray that someday, even if not now, she will be able to smile.
I threw my cloak over her and carried her on my back. At least she chose to live. In that case, I’ll save her, with all my might.
“I’m looking for horses. Are there any around here?”
The woman weakly pointed with her finger. I significantly reduced my Godspeed and moved as gently and quietly as possible in the direction she pointed.
Along the way, I encountered several Orcs, but I managed to evade them with Widecasting Mind’s Eye and Godspeed. I found the stable of a large merchant house where the woman had pointed.
There were about ten Goblin guards at the stable. Replacing my broken used sword, I swung the sword I took from a slain Orc, a sword as large as a Buster Sword to me, using Godspeed. It was like a tornado had passed through, and the Goblins were torn to shreds.
Goblin corpses lay in front of the building, but Rossa’s diversion would begin soon. Securing horses takes precedence over cleaning up; I don’t want to touch them or get dirty.
I called the woman, who was waiting at a distance, and before she arrived, I opened the stable door slightly and entered.
The stable was mostly dark, with only moonlight filtering in. Hearing a faint whinny, I used Widecasting Mind’s Eye.
There they were. Horses lined the left and right walls, and a carriage was parked in the center. As I extended my Mind’s Eye to survey the entire stable, I detected a human form in the back.
Instinctively, I drew my sword, thinking it was a Goblin, but then I realized. I’ve only ever used scavenged or used swords. I want a new one.
The person inside was human. And they were all women. How lucky! Is this a popularity boom arriving? As I entered, the woman I had draped with my cloak hugged me. I don’t know how she didn’t scream seeing those Goblin fragments, but she let go of my right hand, you know, just in case.
As I entered, I felt a faint stir. Did they mistake us for monsters? I proceeded further, standing under the moonlight filtering through a broken roof. Realizing we were human, one girl stepped forward.
“Big sister.”
No, call me “Big brother.” It’s a popularity boom, after all. The woman clinging to my left hand let go and staggered forward.
The girl ran barefoot and embraced the woman wrapped in my cloak. The girl started crying, and the woman could only utter “Awu, awu,” unable to speak.
It seems my popularity boom is after the commercial break.
