“Two thousand!”
The whistle signaling no-side was a sound I didn’t want to hear. Alana, pushing through the crowd of people, reported while taking off her clothes, and I was stunned.
“I want a kiss for my reward!”
“Mwah.”
Why is she embarrassed after asking for it herself? More importantly, is it okay to stand naked next to the bed? I thought Alana might catch a cold, so I helped her onto the bed and hugged her from behind to warm her up.
Her fur occasionally brushed against me. My partner, energetic even after a rugby match, seemed pleased. Is this a new play, touching her “fur” rather than my hands or hair?
“Alana, your report…”
“D-Don’t, Captain…”
“Don’t, you say? I need your report properly…” If a few kisses on your neck or a little divine speed play with your nipples prevent you from reporting, you’re slacking off as a mercenary!
“Continue your report…”
For Alana’s further growth, I swallowed my tears… I lifted her hips, had her get on all fours, and listened to her report while licking her…
“Ahhh… Nyafu! Hah… The enemy… Ah… Orcs… Neaaah…”
The enemy is two thousand, huh? That’s more than I expected. I thought it would be a hundred or two hundred, so ten times that many. What should I do?
“Haaa… Ahu… Nyan… Neaaah…”
I couldn’t help but put too much force into my tongue and used divine speed. But to give up so easily and have your knees buckle… you’re a disgrace to mercenaries.
In that case, I’ll put her on top of me. As Alana collapsed towards me, I immediately caught her with both hands, took aim, and brought her down.
“Hah-nya! …Ah-nyaaa…”
Don’t worry, it’s just a Petty Knife. Be astonished, it’s becoming a Buster Sword.
“Aaaah… Aaahn… Haaah… Neaaah…nn…”
With my injured knee, I use the power of my demonic blood to move my own flesh. It shrinks to a Petty Knife and extends to a Buster Sword.
“Nya…aahn… Iniyaiiyaiya…”
Of course, with Alana’s martial arts, it’s possible to escape when it becomes a Petty Knife. That’s why I’ll put my left hand on her chest and my right hand down between her legs.
“Aaah… Niyaaa… Nya… AAAH! Aaahh!”
And to top it off, I shape my flesh into an arrowhead and strike repeatedly. I’ve heard of inserting pearls, but never of inserting multiple arrowheads.
“Hii… Ah… Aahh! Anyaaah…”
Now she’s completely under my control. I’ll make her go all the way. Divine speed, Mode Chic…
“Idiot! Alana will die!”
A kick to the back of my head had enough power to knock me unconscious. In my fading senses, I mustered my last bit of strength and ejaculated into Alana…
“The enemy is two thousand Orcs.”
“Yes…”
“Do you have a strategy?”
“No… Not yet…”
“And you were doing *that*?”
“Yes… That’s right…”
After hearing from Schreiaschwald that there were still two thousand Orcs, we started breakfast, with me at the center. To be more precise, I was surrounded by dozens of members of the White Lily Corps who hadn’t participated in yesterday’s match. Eating while sitting seiza and being belittled made digestion very difficult.
“Are you going to stop this, you guys?!”
The hand of salvation came, as always, from the woman I trusted most. Priscilla explained the situation to the White Lily Corps members who couldn’t participate, embellishing their accounts with tales of “how amazing that was” and “who was knocked unconscious,” basking in their self-satisfaction.
Incidentally, any member of the Annihilation Brigade who even smirked at me afterwards was completely unresponsive. Two dead… Rest in peace.
“Alright, we’ve eaten, now it’s time for battle!”
Yeah, he’s not listening to anyone. I’m sure I said we didn’t have a strategy. How are we supposed to attack a city defended by two thousand Orcs with less than eight hundred people?
“We’ll just bash ’em and blow ’em away! Hahaha!”
The answer after breakfast sounds completely wrong, but I agree with going. The more I see with my own eyes, the closer I can get to the truth. Alana only told me “Orcs” and “two thousand”…
After being thoroughly interrogated, we headed straight for Schreiaschwald. I made my crutches and then we went.
“This is hopeless…”
By the time we reached a vantage point of Schreiaschwald, we had formed an assault formation. However, the Orcs remained holed up.
“They’re not showing any sign of attacking. I thought they’d come out given their numbers…”
“Are they drinking, maybe?”
Yeah, everyone except you. Where did you get that? Embezzling military supplies is punishable by death. Give me some, my knee hurts.
My right knee somehow worsened, and Nicole healed it, but the pain didn’t subside. When I put my foot down, it felt like a speeding ticket of agony.
Sophia and Rufina were still bedridden, laughing. Neither of them are in a condition to fight right now. Orietta has just barely recovered enough to fight. Alana is still asleep…
“What do we do? Charge?”
No. We’d die. We’re a cavalry unit without siege weapons. We’re an army that excels on open ground, not suited for castle sieges!
“No. The enemy isn’t coming out… This is troublesome.”
If they had come out, I would have annihilated them and retreated. I planned to repeat this, reducing their numbers, but that plan failed.
“So, what do we do? More drinking, perhaps?”
With such a strong defense, we’re helpless. If I could still use divine speed, I could hunt them down one by one.
“Rufina can’t, right?”
“Go ahead and see… I don’t care if you get attacked…”
Decision made to leave her be. I’m afraid of what might happen if Rufina flushes out the snake by poking the bush. Orrietta’s Railgun, if fired on full auto, would only increase the damage to our supplies. I can’t think of anything but drinking.
“We will temporarily retreat. —Messenger! Contact Marquis McGregor of the Keibeck Kingdom in Klinshberbach and ask if we can borrow siege weapons. The Harmonia army will arrange for their transport.”
“Will he lend them to us?”
“I think so. Keibeck will likely remain in Klinshberbach.”
“No, it’s not that… He might want to avoid owing you a favor… he might prefer to stay out of it if possible…”
What did he say to his beloved lady Meredith? It’s fine, a favor or two. If I cooperate with Keibeck to repay that debt, everyone benefits, right?
“I don’t think there will be a problem…”
“Well, well! If Sophia agrees… well…”
I might have poked a terrifying hornet’s nest. Even though I wanted to stop, Christine’s diligent subordinates had already run off and were out of sight. But it’ll probably be fine. Sophia will understand.
“Even if the talks go well, the siege weapons will likely arrive in about three days. If Sophia and Rufina have recovered by then, we’ll attack without them. We’ll keep the siege weapons hidden until the last moment, so they won’t be found.”
“Well, well… You’re the one who’ll die, though…”
Don’t be scared of a mere woman. She can only summon a small meteorite and fire a laser. With my current right knee, unable to produce divine speed, I could definitely die. I hope it starts with a discussion…
“Withdraw! Let’s go back!”
Today’s work is done. I want to go back quickly, eat dinner, add hot water to the bath prepared in the hero’s tent, float some Japanese sake in it, and relax.
That great hero’s small wish was summoned to a meeting of “those who couldn’t participate” and continued until morning, until the “participants” were replaced.
“G-, Grizzidin-san is missing!?”
The morning greeting starts with a kick. Should I change my alarm clock…
