“That’s bad.”
The twenty Cyclopes dropped from the Griffins, falling like sliding masses of dust. They certainly knew how to make a stylish surprise attack!
“Priscilla! The walls are fine! Aim for me and the Cyclopes. Everyone else, defend the walls!”
“You’d better have a high score!”
Priscilla, who had nearly been burned alive during the night raid, transformed into a golden Lycanthrope, eager for battle. Facing a Cyclops that could use magic, ten ordinary humans would be no match. To win, one needed the power to nullify the Cyclops’ magic. With Priscilla, there was no need for worry. Now, I could even use Mode Three, and with a super-vibrating Halberd, the battle would be winnable.
When I went to the Third Army, which had been airdropped, numerous soldier corpses lay scattered as if destroyed by immense force. The remaining Third Army soldiers were all fighting on the walls.
“Priscilla, don’t be careless and get roasted.”
“Who the hell are you talking to! Hya!”
The Cyclops, slashed from behind by Priscilla’s Halberd, was cut in half and fell, spewing blood like a fountain.
“Alright, let’s do this…”
It sounds uncool, but when I swing the Halberd in Mode Three, my body can’t keep up with its weight and speed. It’s more like the Halberd is swinging me around.
But the reliable Godspeed, and the usable Mode Three. The Cyclops’ defensive magic is as good as nonexistent. If there were no allies, just swinging it around would create a bloody spray.
I panicked only once. I was scared when Priscilla got roasted again. I knew it was fine after seeing it last night, but Priscilla, burning like a torch right in front of me, was cutting down Cyclopes while still aflame.
“Priscilla, are you okay!?”
“Shut up! You’re the one who called me roasted, so I turned into this! My clothes are gone. You’re paying for them!”
You should probably say that to the Cyclops. And you got burned because you were careless, right? Her golden fur is fine, but her clothes are in tatters. She’s barely wearing Leather Armor. …Wait. If she turns back into human form now…
“Priscilla, fall back. I’ll finish the rest.”
“I’m not giving you my score.”
Take my score. What I’m worried about is her clothes getting more torn and the Leather Armor coming off. Fall back and rest in human form. This would be a perfect opportunity…
I swung my Halberd, heavier and larger than my body. Mode Three and my strong conviction are not for show. I will absolutely see her in her Armored “erotic” state.
The Cyclops’ aerial assault managed to destroy the Third Army, but my ferocious battle annihilated them all. Priscilla might get angry about me hogging the scores, but I’m satisfied.
Priscilla, back in human form, is in an “erotic” state of near-naked armor, and I’m captivated. If only her armor were a bit more burnt…
“The wall is in a bad state. Shall we climb up too? …What are you looking at? Look at the wall.”
I don’t want to. I want to keep looking at Priscilla. Opportunities like this don’t come often. Her skin visible through the gaps in her scorched clothes. The melted Leather Armor teasingly close to revealing her secrets. Isn’t this the best? Thank you, Cyclops.
“I’ll go up to the wall. Priscilla, you should put on some clothes…”
“I don’t care. Let’s hurry up and kill them.”
Without waiting for a reply, she transformed from human to Lycanthrope and climbed the castle wall. If only she’d shown a little more… Orcs, I’ll kill you all.
Before following Priscilla up the wall, I dropped the Halberd and picked up a fallen Buster Sword. I was hesitant to swing the Halberd in the narrow space of the castle wall, but Priscilla was already cutting down allies and enemies alike. I’ll turn a blind eye.
As I swung the Buster Sword on the castle wall, I noticed for the first time that both Sand Dragons were already defeated.
Orietta didn’t shoot them. Even while fighting, I had been listening for the Railgun shots, but there were none.
The Sand Dragons were positioned oddly, their heads and limbs pointing in directions that suggested they had been strangled by something large and serpentine. Only Rufina’s wriggling giant tree could do something like this.
She deployed a wriggling tree in the city to capture me, but would I become like a Sand Dragon if I were caught…
The city of Schreiaschwald seems safe. The Giants and Sand Dragons are gone, and their trump card, the Cyclops aerial assault, has been wiped out.
Rufina rained down magic from the castle wall, making the enemies look pathetic. Sophia, not to be outdone, unleashed Lasers, creating a corridor of fire.
Orietta also dismounted from her turret and fired her Railgun at Orcs and Trolls, but let’s not forget the 500 gold per shot! The cost-effectiveness is not there.
“…It’s over.”
“Whoa! When did you get here, Christine?! I’m a bit occupied right now, could you close the door?”
The devastated Third Army was driven back by the Orcs thanks to Priscilla and my efforts. There were still some stragglers from the center to the east, but I couldn’t hold my bladder any longer and had borrowed the toilet in a nearby empty house.
In my haste, I had trouble removing my waist Leather Armor, leaving the door open. It’s bad manners, but if someone stands behind me, I can’t relieve myself.
“…The enemy from the center has also begun to retreat. …We have won.”
“Yes, I understand. …Could you close the door? I’ll give my report later.”
The sound of the door closing followed. It was my fault for leaving the door open, but she could have chosen a better timing to speak.
“…Shall I help?”
“Whoa! You’re still here? Don’t come in.”
“…It’s fine. I locked the door.”
No, no, that’s not the problem. My urge to urinate is going away. Why do we have to be alone in such a small toilet?
“…Half of the detachment I was in charge of has died. …I’m so sorry.”
Christine leaned against my back. Half of the detachment died. I had spoken with some of them. Some had fought alongside me since Anaheim. We weren’t close, but the thought that someone I had spoken to just yesterday is now gone…
“It’s not your fault, Christine. Everyone fought knowing the risks. This battle ends in defeat or victory.”
Hmm, this isn’t the kind of conversation to have while exposing myself. I feel like I can’t go anymore, maybe I should finish up.
“…Half of them died. …Only half died. …How I wish they had all perished.”
So that’s what it is. That’s the angle. If they had all perished, it would have been terrible. You really hate men, don’t you, Christine? I should be careful not to be one of those men.
I turned around… and of course, after tucking myself away, I embraced Christine.
“Christine, they were all brave warriors who thought of you. Let us light a beacon of remembrance now.”
Casually saying something nonsensical, I gently unlocked the door, ushered the embracing Christine out, and then closed and locked the door. I really need to go.
Just as I thought I could finally have some quiet alone time, two seconds after exposing myself, my heart felt like it was being crushed, making me hit my head on the wall.
“Guh!”
I countered with a Godspeed heart massage, but focusing on my upper body left my lower half neglected. It’s no use. I can’t go like this. I gave up, tucked myself away, and left the toilet.
“…My comrades… they all died…”
But you just said you wished they had all perished.
“…It’s a war… We can’t afford to lose.”
I embraced Christine again. Her shoulders were shaking. Is she acting weak?! Hurry up and release me from this heart-stopping grasp! My massage speed has even increased to Mode Two.
This is really not good. No more words are needed, only action. I took Christine’s hand and slowly went upstairs.
Has Christine recently powered up or leveled up? Her heart-stopping grasp has become even more refined, and my Godspeed heart massage has now reached Mode Two.
Christine’s power is not apparent from the outside. It’s not a super-vibration from a Halberd, nor does it look like a large magical artifact. It’s a power no one can identify.
This is a silent, deadly power that only affects the recipient. I’m probably the only one who can survive a power that can kill a Sand Dragon.
I have a feeling I’ll die from a heart attack someday. My Godspeed has reached Mode Three, but what will happen if Christine levels up further?
I must constantly strive for improvement, or I’ll be killed someday. …Will anyone save me if I’m killed? I don’t want Priscilla’s Heel Drop heart massage, though.
I’m like a habitual “faking death” con victim, will I be saved after being killed? But I don’t want to live if I’m turned into an undead.
I pushed Christine onto the bed and took off my clothes. It’s been a busy day of putting on and taking off clothes. It’s fine with me, though, as long as it’s Christine in front of me.
I spent a brief moment of peace with Christine. My heart massaged at Godspeed, and my lower half at Mode Two.
