My wake-up call was in my crotch. I wish it had licked me awake, but that’s just a small wish of great heroes.
“Christine isn’t here? This early in the morning?”
It was morning, but more like late morning, the kind that makes you late for school. The Demon Army doesn’t run away, so there’s no rush. I pushed myself up, scrambling through someone’s fields.
“She hasn’t even shown up for breakfast. I’ve looked everywhere, but I can’t find her.”
It’s lonely to eat breakfast without the Hero. I’m the type who likes to eat while chatting with everyone. And for dessert, I wanted to eat Christine.
“Did you search? What about the Annihilation Brigade?”
I can’t believe it, but did some of the Annihilation Brigade members kidnap and assault her? If Christine’s white skin turned even whiter from… I’d kind of like to see that.
“They’re searching over there too. The Brigade members are bristling with hostility.”
Well, there’s probably no one in the Brigade capable of such a thing, and Christine, with her Support abilities, shouldn’t be easily killed, but I want her.
“She isn’t here… Christine?!”
I don’t think she came here. Surrounding me are naked women lying in various positions, but if Christine were here, her naked body would be exceptionally beautiful. I wouldn’t miss… I wouldn’t miss missing out on her!
“She’s not here… Do you have any other ideas?”
I do! I think. But that would be too much. Christine seemed to feel responsible for attacking Schreiaschwald.
She believes that during the castle attack, Christine and I left the front lines, and the Demon Lord escaped. The Demon Lord probably wasn’t there, but leaving the front lines became a matter of responsibility.
The town of Schreiaschwald was to be taken by the White Lily Corps and the Annihilation Brigade alone. If she feels responsible for that, there’s only one thing she can do to fulfill that responsibility.
“Everyone wake up! We’re going to Schreiaschwald! Where are my panties and crutches!?”
There’s no way I can wear women’s panties, so I found a single pair from the forest of female bodies. That’s a relief… they’re not all crusty.
Unfortunately, I don’t have time to help the White Lily Corps change. Priscilla glared at me when I dared to look, so I became a Horseman without even putting on my Leather Armor.
“Depart! Just getting there is fine! Those who are late, follow us!”
We hurried to the town of Schreiaschwald, taking those from the White Lily Corps who didn’t participate in the night battle and the Annihilation Brigade, who were radiating more killing intent than necessary.
“Do you think Christine went to the town of Schreia?”
“Probably… I think she feels responsible for this incident.”
I’m not good at talking while riding. I don’t have a prosthetic left hand, so I can only hold the reins with my right hand, and my right knee hurts, so I can’t put my foot in the stirrup, making me unstable. I also bite my tongue when I speak.
“Alana, can you operate Doron even from horseback? Send Doron ahead to scout the situation.”
“Understood!”
What if Christine isn’t there? The thought of facing Orcs without even wearing Leather Armor sends a shiver down my spine. And if they think I brought the Annihilation Brigade to the town of Schreia with no objective, that’s beyond chilling.
We hurried. I endured the pain and hurried, as if being chased by the Annihilation Brigade trying to overtake me.
“The South Gate of Schreia is open! Sister Christine is… surrounded by Orcs just a short distance from the central plaza!”
A used sword, no prosthetic left hand, I can barely stand. I wonder how fast Godspeed I can reach now… Two Thousand Orcs.
“Draw sword, charge!”
I’ll kill them! My right hand works, and my left leg is usable. I even have Mind’s Eye. It’s not just Christine’s fault. I jumped off my horse and, with all my might in both legs, leaped forward with Mode Six.
“Die!”
The Orc, who was about to strike down Christine as she crouched, exploded and scattered with a single blow, whether due to Mode Six or my rage.
Beautiful women are popular, and without pause, the Orc’s attack descended upon Christine again. I wanted to shield her with my used sword, called an umbrella, but the blow I received easily exceeded the limit of my knee.
“Christine! Stand up!”
It’s me who can’t stand. As I collapsed from my right knee, a fat Orc leaned his weight onto me, intending to strike me down. I added my left hand, a test of strength with both hands. It’s good it wasn’t a two-handed sword. I don’t think I can win, so I hope Christine can at least escape.
“M-Mikael…”
Now is not the time to talk, nor the time for kissing… It isn’t. Please escape quickly. Shin-chan isn’t good at strength contests.
“H-Hurry up!”
It’s no use. I give up. My unhealthy lifestyle has caught up with me. I should have trained more. If I live, starting tomorrow… starting today, I’ll retrain.
A glittering afterimage. A Halberd pierces through an Orc and my right knee, sticking into the ground. My right leg is cut off. There’s only one person who can do something like this so nonchalantly…
“Took you long enough!”
So cool! If she were a man, I’d want to be taken by her. Since she’s a woman, I want to take her. I want to violate her from front to back. I won’t say it, or she might split my head open.
Raising a spray of blood, Priscilla grips her Halberd again and stands before us. Go, star performer! What a guy! Give me back my right leg!
“Leave the rest to me…”
Wait, you’re too cool. Stealing the spotlight? I was the first one here. Christine is tying my bleeding leg with a belt to stop the bleeding. Those who understand, understand who is the coolest.
“…It’s blood.”
“Thank you. Mikael-sama,” shouldn’t it be? Blood is obvious… Isn’t it bleeding excessively? Please apply the hemostatic dressing tightly.
“Christine-sama!”
The Annihilation Brigade arrives late. I saved you. I was the first to charge, so don’t misunderstand.
“Christine-sama… you’re bleeding…”
That’s my blood. Christine isn’t injured at all. It’s not for nothing that she has Godspeed. I am Mikael Sin, the man who gets things done when it counts!
“How dare you injure Christine…”
“Unforgivable! Absolutely unforgivable!”
“Kill them all! Kill all the Orcs!”
The killing intent of the Annihilation Brigade turns into madness. Some stomp their feet, others roar in anger. There’s no controlling them anymore.
“Commander-class… Don’t kill the commander-class, bring them here alive!”
They can’t hear me. No one’s words will reach them now. The maddened Annihilation Brigade, without a single person worrying about my injury, scattered into the town of Schreiaschwald.
“That was easy.”
It wasn’t easy. There’s a seriously injured person in front of me. Without saying, “Call an ambulance,” we set up camp in the Lord’s mansion of Schreiaschwald.
“S-Sophia-san? My b-body is getting cold.”
“She’ll be here soon. Don’t panic over losing a leg.”
Then I want to shout, “You take my place!” You’re the one who cut it, aren’t you? While you did save me from the Orcs, there was no need to strike my leg so precisely!
“…Thank you, Mikael…”
She didn’t add “sama,” but oh well. Christine is beautiful. Christine, to take responsibility, entered Schreiaschwald alone and defeated Orcs. The number was about nineteen hundred! She single-handedly made nearly two thousand Orc hearts explode.
The remaining Orcs were slaughtered indiscriminately by the enraged Annihilation Brigade. If they had considered tactics and strategy a little more, some would have survived, but in their frenzy, they didn’t stop their charge even if their arms were cut off or a sword pierced their abdomen.
“The Annihilation Brigade suffered over three hundred casualties. Over fifty died, and more than double that are seriously wounded.”
Did so many die from reckless charges? If only there had been better command, many could have been saved. If my leg hadn’t been cut off!
“…Is that all the casualties?”
Her resolve is unshakeable. It’s pure, unshakeable. These aren’t the words to say to someone who followed and fought for Christine’s sake. She thanked me.
“Christine-san, the Annihilation Brigade is gathered in front of the mansion. Please say a word of thanks to everyone and shed a tear or two.”
“…Does the Captain shed tears for insects?”
You’ve just made enemies of all insect lovers worldwide! Even if they are “insects” to Christine, they fought for you.
“Not this time. Please go now and express your gratitude!”
“…Understood.”
Christine, looking at my face with a puzzled expression rather than anger regarding why she had to do such a thing, exited through the door and went to the waiting Annihilation Brigade outside.
Feeling very, very uneasy, I leaned on Priscilla’s shoulder and peeked at Christine from the window.
“…Everyone, thank you.”
Is that all? You could have taken five minutes for a speech. Since it’s like a stage, a little striptease preview would be acceptable.
Christine then covered her face with both hands and trembled, her shoulders shaking. The audience waited in silence, and when Christine lowered her hands from her face, a single, beautiful tear flowed down.
From the silenced audience, a singing voice echoed, and soon it spread to the entire Annihilation Brigade. It was an ordinary song heard in taverns. A song that tavern patrons and mercenaries often sang about meeting a woman, getting caught up in battle, and eventually returning to be united with a man.
“Did you see…”
For them, Christine is probably the one they’re waiting for. They fight and fight, probably hoping to one day be united with Christine.
What about me… a woman I hope to be united with. I looked at her and said,
“She was yawning, with her face covered… The tears are just an extension of that yawn…”
“That’s just like Christine!”
Will you shed tears for me if I die…
