The Young Master of the Slave Trader – I Aim at Princess Harem – – Chapter 626

My ample breasts, where have they gone!?

I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, am traveling towards the city of Karamiya as usual, riding on the driver’s seat of a carriage along the main road. We were originally supposed to bypass Karamiya, but at the fork where the detour branched off, we were taken to a hideout by Former Viscount Marquis Bottox and Viscountess Yagutska, who were waiting for us. This eliminated the reason for taking the detour.

The past few days have been a whirlwind of unfolding events, with the ambitions of various factions clashing. I’m currently organizing my thoughts while driving the carriage for future reference.

Incidentally, Ashrai, the imperial capital of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, our final destination, is the next city after Karamiya. To be precise, there are a few villages in between, but it’s practically just around the corner at this point.

In Ashrai, we must visit the hidden mausoleum of Salleand Wahl, the founding king and one of the ancient heroes, known as the Hero of the Sword. We need to confirm the state of the sacred remains that form the keystone of the barrier separating the Demon Realm and the Human Realm, and also receive the holy sword necessary for Lyushenne’s enthronement.

Afterward, guided by Sharon, we must visit the ruined base for the modified Killing Dolls of the Assassin’s Guild and uncover the secret of Mai’s birth. Mai is said to be the shrine maiden of Lucialurei, the goddess of light, but her presence is currently faint, and it seems she is under some kind of restriction. Meanwhile, Sharon, her task completed, will return to St. Agnes Abbey. Before that, however, she celebrated having completed the “First Night Ritual” with me and seemed very happy.

The biggest reason for going to Karamiya is that Alicia promised to meet again with Countess Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas, the daughter of the city’s provisional governor, who challenged me to a sword fight. Glenda, who confiscates swords, is not reckless but an unconventional Count’s daughter, even though the duel was serious and was a gamble for her freedom of love with her father.

Alicia seems concerned about Glenda. This is because Glenda was also a victim of the hair-cutting incident caused by Princess Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, whom Alicia and I helped. Emotionally, Alicia might feel a sense of guilt toward Glenda. In addition, Alicia has barely appeared in the social circles of the Espana Imperial Kingdom and feels a sense of indebtedness for not having been a victim of the hair-cutting incident.

Returning to the topic, I heard that the detour was a rugged, mountainous path, so was it fortunate that we could use the main road!? However, the main road also crosses deep forests in several places, so caution against bandits is necessary. Former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s hideout was said to be on the outskirts of Karamiya, but the road to Karamiya led into a deep forest.

The shadows cast by the dense trees stirred a sense of unease.

At the hideout, the situation became chaotic with the addition of Princess Triaark Redeo Wahl, Lyushenne’s half-sister, Francine Egmont Wahl. However, after twists and turns, things settled back into place. Lamines Naga, the demon within Francine, vanished as an entity after receiving my elixir, but it was neutralized within Francine and used for her revival. As a result, Francine, who was brutally murdered during the invasion by the Espana Imperial Kingdom, was brought back to life.

The revived Francine, now a normal human, still retained vestiges of the memories of Lamines Naga, a mid-ranking demon. However, according to Swan Hilda, they would soon fade into oblivion. At least, it’s certain that Francine’s memories were imprinted on Francine’s body.

Just as Liliana has a half-sister, Yuliana, it is reassuring that Lyushenne has a half-sister, Francine. On the other hand, Elise’s situation is… delicate. Elise’s elder sister, Viscountess Yagutska, seemed to be plotting to usurp the throne.

Moreover, the commotion caused by Freya and Shera singing “Pokkorise Ondo” and “Eternal Elise” was terrible. Though Francine insisted it was Zolgelge’s probing, dealing with the undead army was troublesome. Since they seemed to recognize us as hostile forces, more cautious action would be required.

The undead army that attacked was annihilated through Lyushenne and the others’ efforts. However, the commander clad in dark full plate mail who was leading them remains a concern. Why did he disappear at that time!?

Currently, there is too little information to interpret the reason for his desertion. On the other hand, Lyushenne, who performed admirably, has been promoted to副長 (sub-leader). This makes the “Princess Harem” have a two-person副長 (sub-leader) system with Elise and Lyushenne.

In addition, the “Princess Harem,” which had grown to a number too large to fit in two carriages, was able to entrust Eliza, Astarotte, Lara_Berze, Lili_Berze, Lulu_Berze, Lord Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim, and Lord Nestella Yaggard to Former Viscount Marquis Bottox. And Francine will take command of the group remaining as princesses.

When departing, Former Viscount Marquis Bottox was reluctant to part with Lyushenne. However, with Francine staying behind, unnecessary trouble was avoided. If Lyushenne were the sole legitimate successor to the Wahl Imperial Kingdom, there’s a possibility she wouldn’t have been let go, even if it meant house arrest. Incidentally, Lyushenne’s mother was the Empress, and Francine’s mother was a concubine, so Francine herself showed deference to Lyushenne as a subject. Well, she has her reasons for not wanting to stand out…

Reflecting on the events of the past few days, they have been anything but straightforward, with various intentions intertwined. For now, the one to be wary of is Zolgelge’s subordinate, the “Killing Doll,” who has disappeared, likely the one in the full plate mail.

Currently, I am driving the leading carriage, and beside me sits Lyushenne, wearing a mask modeled after a Valkyrie. Lyushenne also needs to disguise herself as there’s a possibility of encountering acquaintances. Incidentally, inside the carriage are Liliana, Tirna, Kirika, Edele, Eria, Alicia, and Sharon – seven people.

Next, Freya is driving the rear carriage, with Shera sitting beside her. Inside this carriage are Swan Hilda, Dietlinde, Ain, Zwei, Elise, and Mai – six people. The Holy Spirit Serena and Flame Car are flying nearby. With fewer people, the balcony made by Zwei has been stored in Shera’s Item Box.

“Lyushenne, what do you think of Francine?”

“I believe that it is a fortunate circumstance that Francine Elder Sister has been revived. I think my feelings are the same as Liliana’s towards Yuliana, who was revived from a ‘Killing Doll.’ …I dislike Prince Daba Dabaia Von Darkhorse, but I had a good relationship with Francine Elder Sister, who is close in age.”

“Prince Daba? He is also said to be searching for Salleand Wahl’s mausoleum for the holy sword needed for his enthronement…”

“Perhaps Daba cannot find it because his royal blood is too thin? Even excluding directly descended imperial princesses like myself and Francine Elder Sister, Liliana and Sophie Elder Sister are more likely candidates.”

“I-I see… By the way, Lyushenne, do you understand why the commander of the undead army that attacked withdrew without confirming the outcome of the battle?”

“Hal-sama… was there someone commanding the undead army?”

“It was the knight-like fellow in dark full plate mail.”

“I… I don’t know.”

It seems that the gate of the hideout was a blind spot from where Lyushenne and the others were gathered, so she didn’t see him.

“Hal-sama, please tell me the appearance of the enemy who seemed to be the commander.”

“He was wearing dark full plate mail, so his face was unconfirmed. However, there was a suggestive bulge on the chest plate, so I suspect the occupant was a female ‘Killing Doll’.”

“A female ‘Killing Doll’…?”

“Changing the subject, are we still far from Karamiya? I thought it would be closer since the hideout was said to be on the outskirts of Karamiya.”

“It will take a little longer until we arrive. After passing through this forest and another forest, the city of Karamiya lies beyond.”

“I see…”

It seems it will take a while longer to reach Karamiya.

At that moment, the faint sound of clashing swords was heard from ahead. It seems someone is fighting.

“I hear sounds of fighting from ahead.”

Lyushenne also seemed to sense the presence of a battle immediately.

“Lyushenne, what shall we do? If we want to avoid trouble, we’ll wait where we are, but if we’re going to intervene, we’ll need to increase the carriage’s speed.”

“Then, Hal-sama, please hurry to the scene. I have a bad feeling about this.”

“Understood, Lyushenne.”

I guided the reins and sped up the carriage. The carriage behind us also increased its speed to follow. Freya is certainly adept at this. Both carriages are two-horse drawn box carriages. The leading carriage I am driving is borrowed from the Raymond Trading Company, so their company name is painted on the door. The rear carriage, on the other hand, is plain black and unpainted.

As for the two horses pulling our box carriage, they are a black horse and a white horse, with contrasting colors. Both are mares, and they were unimaginatively called Kuro and Shiro. However, the Party Members amusingly call them “Black Princess” and “White Princess.” They must have started as ordinary horses, but perhaps due to the long journey, they have become muscular and have glossy coats.

Of course, both of them are virgins.

The two horses pulling the rear box carriage are a dappled grey and a chestnut. It’s easy to distinguish the four individuals. Their names are unknown as I forgot to ask when they were purchased, but the Party Members amusingly call them “Assy-kun” and “Crispy-kun.”

This is because they were stallions. They have not been castrated. Normally, they would be easier to handle if castrated, but due to the “plea for the scrotum” from multiple Party Members, they were allowed to remain uncastrated. I also judged it would be cruel to castrate them, as they are few in number among my own gender.

“Assy-kun” and “Crispy-kun” are also passionate seekers of love, desperately trying to gain favor from the “Black Princess” and the “White Princess,” which ensures good tracking performance for the two box carriages. Incidentally, it’s evident from their behavior that they are not allowed to mate.

In other words, “Princess Harem” was a harem party with only me as a male, but the horses seemed to be completely female-dominated. It seems that because my carriage often takes the lead, it naturally became that way. However, they are undoubtedly reliable comrades. Despite everything, they were also comrades-in-arms.

“I demand your breasts. They shall be my nourishment! It is an honor!!”

“You scoundrel! My ample breasts are not cheap. I’ll kill you!”

As the sounds of sword fighting became clearer, the voices of those fighting could also be heard. The two fighting seem to be women, but they are using male language. And the voices are familiar…

“How does it feel to be pinned down? First, I’ll strip your clothes and look at your breasts. I hope they are up to the level of being mine…”

“Y-You! If it comes to this… Y-Yaaaah! H-Help meeeeee!”

Suddenly, a high-pitched scream of a maiden echoed.

It seems the match has been decided. Given the situation, the attacker has won. I must hurry, or the victim will suffer a terrible fate. Still, to aim for the breasts… what kind of scum is this attacker!?

***

The “Killing Doll” Searching for Her Stolen Ample Breasts

“Yaaaah! H-Help meeeeee! Don’t steal my breasts!”

“Although they are a little smaller than the ample breasts I desire… as the victor’s privilege, I shall take them.”

“P-Please! Don’t do anything terrible!”

“Once, I begged like you… but I was not heard. Prepare yourself!”

“Hiii! Yaah!”

Sensing from the victim’s scream, like tearing silk, that the attacker had won, I whipped the reins and headed for the attack site at full speed. The site is a clearing next to the main road passing through the forest. It appears to be a place where travelers camp out, as indicated by signs of a makeshift hearth.

In the center of the clearing, a half-naked girl is being pushed down. In other words, the victim who lost the battle had her clothes stripped. On the other hand, the attacker was not unscathed. Parts of the full plate mail armor they wore were scattered. This means the attacker is also only wearing armor underneath. From this situation… it is possible that the attacker removed the full plate mail for some reason.

And the full plate mail scattered around… it looks somewhat familiar. After a moment’s thought, I reached a conclusion. The attacker was the “Killing Doll” who commanded the undead army that attacked us.

In other words, they are a subordinate of Zolgelge.

Although still at a distance, from her current disheveled state, it was evident that she was a young female “Killing Doll.” Her rich chestnut-colored long hair waved, and her face was hidden, making it indistinct. On the other hand, her chest was flat, and she appeared to be a completely flat-chested girl. This means the suggestive bulge on the chest plate was a fake. Perhaps there’s a possibility she is an “Otokonoko.”

What a “Killing Doll” with such deep karma…

The girl that “Killing Doll” is pinning down has her breasts exposed. The victim has large breasts, and could this be a crime motivated by envy of her fuller bust like Kirika or Mai? The attacker, straddling the victim, appears to be trying to cut off the victim’s breasts with a short sword in her right hand.

The victim is being overwhelmed, but she is managing to avoid the fatal blade. However, this precarious balance will not last much longer. She appears to be out of breath, so I need to help her quickly before it’s too late. Her breasts are already drenched in fresh blood. Incidentally, the attacker is so focused on cutting off the breasts that she is indifferent to our approach. Perhaps she assumes that if we were just travelers, we would ignore it to avoid trouble?

I found the attacker’s thoughts incomprehensible. What is she thinking? All that’s apparent is her obsession with breasts. Why is she fixated on breasts!?

Perhaps because she’s such a personality disorder, she left us to her suspected subordinates, the undead army, and returned ahead of us. As I got closer, the victim’s appearance became clearer. She had short, whitish-blond hair, and nearby lay a golden wig with vertical curls. I feel like I know this girl too!?

“Hal-sama, the one being attacked is Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas.”

“What!? Glenda!?”

As Lyushenne pointed out, the one being attacked was indeed the insolent Glenda who challenged us to a sword fight. Glenda, perhaps impatient for us, or rather Alicia, to visit, might have been attacked while coming to meet us alone. Glenda’s father is the provisional governor who effectively controls Karamiya. If something were to happen to her, it would be a very dire situation. We must help her.

Furthermore, if her breasts were cut off, it would be judged as “limb loss,” and my healing magic would not be able to cure it. At present, although there are cuts on her breasts, they haven’t been severed, so complete healing should be possible.

While I was thinking such trivial matters, the carriage reached near the attack site, and I hastily stopped it. The horses are shaking their tails contentedly. It seems to have been a good way for them to relieve their lack of exercise. In contrast, a dangerous aura emanates from Lyushenne, who is sitting beside me. Is it because she cannot forgive the abominable act of stealing a maiden’s breasts?

“You insolent wretch! I shall chastise you!!”

The next moment, Lyushenne elegantly shed her hooded robe and leaped from the driver’s seat. Lyushenne had a rapier at her hip, and with a fluid motion, she drew it and charged. Incidentally, she kept the mask modeled after a Valkyrie to hide her face. The adventurer’s outfit sewn by Kirika stands out.

Especially noticeable are the menacing breast bags that contain her ample breasts. The shapely bell-shaped breasts, permitted only to Wahl princesses, were shaking violently, quite a sight for the eyes. Of course, I am permitted to caress those ample breasts. Moreover, not only Lyushenne but also her half-sister, the Third Princess Francine, are bound by “Slave Contract Magic.” On Lyushenne’s part, she seems enthusiastic about her first job as a副長 (sub-leader) of the “Princess Harem.”

Next to jump out of the carriage were Dietlinde, Swan Hilda, and Mai. They seem to intend to back up Lyushenne.

“To come at me is reckless… it is pure bravery. I shall defeat you. But before that—”

*DOCC*

“Ugh…!”

The attacker landed a blow on Glenda’s abdomen, knocking her unconscious. Is it that she doesn’t let go of her captured prey? Then, the attacker picked up a longsword that had fallen nearby and calmly stood up. Her wavy, abundant hair was reminiscent of Wahl princesses like Lyushenne and Francine. Although her facial features are well-defined, her expression was terrifying, as if possessed by obsession.

She is truly a demon returned from the netherworld.

She originally wore dark full plate mail, but perhaps because Glenda fought well, or perhaps she took it off voluntarily, the full plate mail was gone, revealing her armor underneath, equivalent to being half-naked. She has a basically slender physique, but her chest is completely flat. I was disappointed because the chest part of the full plate mail had a bulge suggesting breasts.

“I will not forgive you for harming my acquaintance.”

“Hmph, this little girl… she has rather audacious breast bags. Such unfitting breasts are my prey. I shall defeat her and take her breasts as well.”

*CAN, KIIN, CAN, KIN, KIN*

And then, the attacker and Lyushenne engaged in combat.

During that opening, Dietlinde and Swan Hilda carried away the unconscious Glenda. Mai watched the developments of the fight, looking behind her, and acted as the rearguard. Shortly after, Glenda was brought into the carriage I was driving.

With this, there is no need to worry about the hostage.

Incidentally, Glenda, whom we rescued, was half-naked with her upper garments removed. She had bruises and abrasions all over her body, and a severe bruise on her abdomen. Furthermore, blood was flowing from the upper part of her right breast. It was likely because the blade intended to cut off her breast was applied. I healed Glenda’s injuries with “Healing Magic” and handed her over to Alicia and the others waiting inside the carriage.

At that moment, Mai retrieved the blonde wig. Now Lyushenne can fight without any lingering concerns.

Returning my gaze, Lyushenne and the attacker appear to be evenly matched, engaging in a sword lock. With a burst of spirit, Lyushenne executes a sharp thrust, but the attacker parries it with the tip of her longsword and counterattacks with a diagonal slash. Lyushenne flicks her pivot foot and retreats. This time, the attacker pursues with an upward diagonal slash. Both seem confident in their swordsmanship, and the match is undecided.

“Still, what irreverent breasts. Those in the breast bags must be bell-shaped ample breasts.”

“Is there something wrong with that?”

“Such ample breasts are permitted only to Wahl princesses. They do not suit trash like you, who is of unknown parentage. I shall take them.”

“These ample breasts are my proof of existence (identity). I will absolutely not give them to you.”

Lyushenne and the attacker continue to fight, exchanging verbal blows using Lyushenne’s ample breasts as a pretext.

“You, with small breasts, wouldn’t understand, but the fact that we are evenly matched despite having a significant handicap means I am stronger.”

“To let trash speak so insolently. It is only natural that you should offer your breasts to me, who am noble.”

“To speak disrespectfully to me is ludicrous. You yourself should kneel and apologize to me. By the way, who exactly are you!?”

“You wish to know my name! My name is Triaark Redeo Wahl. Show due respect to a Wahl princess, you who are both fearful and awesome.”

“You claim to be a Wahl princess!? I have no such sister.”

“Are you deceiving yourself by calling yourself a Wahl princess!!”

“My name is Lyushenne Silveria Wahl. I am the Fourth Princess born to the Emperor and Empress who were unjustly murdered during the invasion by the Espana Imperial Kingdom. I am also the legitimate successor to the New Wahl Imperial Kingdom.”

“Then… you are… Francine’s half-sister!?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

“In that case, I must take those ample breasts, whether right or wrong, to appease my regret.”

“What nonsense are you spouting!”

And then, a fierce battle began once more.

Triaark, the mysterious attacker, glares at Lyushenne with the eyes of someone avenging their parent, aiming for the ample breasts contained within the breast bags. However, perhaps because the target is too obvious, Lyushenne seems to have an easier time. Nevertheless, Triaark’s sword techniques are not to be underestimated, and she cannot deliver a decisive blow.

“Is that the culprit related to the infamous ‘Tria’s Breast Pot’…?”

It was Liliana, who had appeared beside me at some point, who uttered these mysterious words.

“Liliana, what is ‘Tria’s Breast Pot’!?”

“Well, Hal-sama. ‘Tria’s Breast Pot’ is—”

Liliana’s explanation was a story about the Wahl Harem, which she heard as a bedtime story from her grandmother, who married from the Wahl Imperial Kingdom when she was young.

According to that bedtime story, Princess Triaark lived more than several hundred years ago. Like the Third Princess Francine, Princess Triaark, born to a concubine, had an unacceptable bad habit.

It seems she would capture princesses from friendly nations like Liliana and secretly entrap them with her sexual predation. In other words, she was a princess with a similar disposition to Sophie. Her actions gradually escalated, eventually leading to the deaths of multiple princesses through specialized play.

When her crimes were exposed, Princess Triaark was stripped of her royal status and executed. This was allegedly for atonement and requiem for the brutally murdered princesses of friendly nations.

And as for the method of execution, it was a cruel method called “Nyuuzan,” a type of “Lingchi,” under the guise of making Triaark, who had been reduced to a mere mortal, atone for her evil deeds. “Nyuuzan,” also known as “Ryouchichi” punishment, is a cruel execution method where the breasts are slowly shaved away little by little.

The restrained Triaark, after displaying her proud ample breasts, had the skin covering them peeled off, and her internal organs were cut out one by one. And when her mammary glands, connected to her nipples, were finally removed, her chest muscles and ribs were exposed. She was then left as a spectacle and died of blood loss.

Simultaneously, the chopped-up pieces of her ample breasts were placed in a pot… and that pot, sealed securely, was called the “Tria’s Breast Pot.” Later, the “Tria’s Breast Pot” was enshrined in a shrine for sealing. This shrine was located in a corner of the Wahl Harem and was used as part of the princess education, demonstrating that even princesses would be severely punished for wrongdoing.

So, that “Tria’s Breast Pot” is related to this “Killing Doll,” the former princess who was disowned.

Incidentally, the shrine in question was reportedly burned down during the invasion by the Espana Imperial Kingdom. And Zolgelge was secretly working behind the scenes since ancient times… For your information, the information about the shrine’s destruction came from Tirna.

***

Lyushenne’s Unexpected Proposal

The battle between Lyushenne and Triaark is fierce, with offense and defense switching back and forth. A horizontal sword slash flashes where Lyushenne was standing. This time, Lyushenne’s rapier pierces Triaark’s left shoulder with a thrust, but as she is a “Killing Doll,” she shows no signs of bleeding or damage.

“It’s troublesome that she has no pain sensation.”

“I am invincible. However, for the grave sin of wounding my sacred body, you shall surely atone!”

“To be unaware of being a monster… your origins are evident.”

“To mock me is unforgivable! I shall make you rust on my sword!!”

“I… am not that cheap or easy.”

To damage this undead “Killing Doll,” it is likely necessary to sever her body and force it to be a missing limb. In that sense, her rapier is far too ill-suited. On the other hand, she is weak to holy aura, so if Holy Spirit Serena forcibly injects holy aura into her anus with “Heavenly Punishment,” she will likely disappear anticlimactically.

However, she disappears at the crucial moments.

Moreover, she generally doesn’t use “Heavenly Punishment” on individuals of the same gender. She seems to consider it a technique to be used against lecherous old men who mock Holy Spirit Serena or attempt lewd acts. “Heavenly Punishment” is a terrifying technique that ages the recipient, rendering them sexually impotent.

Lyushenne attacks bravely, but it is difficult to inflict a fatal blow on Triaark. As Party Leader, I can switch to a more suitable Party Member, but since they both have pride as Wahl princesses, the heated Lyushenne will not “accept” retreating. For now, I can only trust Lyushenne and watch.

*KIIN, KIN, SHU, SHUSA, KIN, GIN, GYUN*

On the other hand, if caught by the longsword Triaark wields, Lyushenne would suffer a severe injury. Despite this disadvantageous situation, she is currently bridging the gap with her elegant footwork and exquisite swordsmanship. Furthermore, Triaark, who had captured Glenda as prey, seems to have lost interest now that she has Lyushenne, a far superior prey, before her.

“Lyushenne, offer me your ample breasts!!”

“There are no Wahl princesses with small breasts. Imposter! Become the dew of my sword!! You false princess!!”

“To call me a false princess. However, Lyushenne! Your breasts, while undeniably bell-shaped, are rather small for ample breasts. You imposter.”

“The reason my breasts are currently small is the result of using the magical attack ‘Maiden’s Skill’ in exchange for breast size when fighting the undead army. In other words, it’s your fault.”

“To be shown proof of deception and try to shift the blame to me is laughable.”

“You… you have no pain sensation, correct?”

“To not understand figures of speech… you are an uneducated and tasteless little girl.”

Although Liliana knew Triaark’s true identity, Lyushenne, the party directly involved in the fight, did not seem to recall “Tria’s Breast Pot,” and the combat continued. Listening closely, they seem to be arguing about who is the false princess.

“Lyushenne-sama! Triaark is a disowned princess executed several hundred years ago.”

Liliana finally raised her voice and explained.

“Liliana, is that true!?”

Lyushenne glared at Triaark and confirmed with Liliana.

“Lyushenne-sama, I heard from my grandmother that there was a shrine in the Wahl Harem where ‘Tria’s Breast Pot,’ containing her ample breasts cut from her chest, was sealed.”

“‘Tria’s Breast Pot’! That place, the shrine containing it, was a notorious spot in the Harem, where people went late at night under the guise of a bravery test or made wishes to curse others.”

“Yes, that’s the place.”

After hearing Liliana’s explanation, Lyushenne asked with an expression of astonishment.

“Are you truly a former princess whose ample breasts were cut off and who was executed?”

“To think someone knew of me. That is correct. That is precisely why I hate your imitation ample breasts, however small they may be. You can understand my desire to rip them off and make them my own.”

“I can’t believe a former princess executed centuries ago has become a ‘Killing Doll’ and wanders the mortal world… If it’s true, how pitiable… But I cannot believe such a dubious story. Can you prove it?”

“Proof of my identity? Then behold my ghastly naked body!!”

As the conversation progressed, Triaark decided to reveal her cut-off chest as proof of her former princess status. Triaark, with an expression as if cursing her parental enemy to death, began to undress. She then took off her leather shoes. Her completely flat chest was wrapped in bandages. Surprisingly, her crotch area was covered by a cute floral-patterned panty.

In other words, it’s hidden fashion.

Triaark’s naked body is of a slender build, but her long limbs are neat. However, as expected of a “Killing Doll” that has been operational for several hundred years, her skin color is not healthy but dull, like a wax doll.

Triaark initially tried to untie the bandages, but after a moment’s hesitation, she removed the cute floral-patterned panty. Her private parts, perhaps because she was executed at a young age and time stopped, and from the sparse pubic hair and tightly closed labia, it could be inferred that she was executed as a virgin.

It can be inferred that the Triaark of her past life was a splendid beautiful girl, as expected of a Wahl princess. However, for her missing body parts, even my healing magic cannot cure them. When I saved the dying Mai, I did heal her back tooth, which contained a self-destruct poison, but that was the extent of it. In the case of teeth, as understood from the transition from baby teeth to permanent teeth, they could be regrown with the power of healing, but it is impossible for missing breasts to grow back, so they cannot be healed even with healing magic.

***

Lyushenne’s Unexpected Proposal

The battle between Lyushenne and Triaark is fierce, with offense and defense switching back and forth. Lyushenne’s rapier’s tip pierces Triaark’s left shoulder with a horizontal slash where Lyushenne was just moments ago. However, as she is a “Killing Doll,” she shows no signs of bleeding or damage.

“It’s troublesome that she has no pain sensation.”

“I am invincible. However, for the grave sin of greatly wounding my sacred body, you shall surely atone!”

“To be unaware of being a monster… your origins are evident.”

“To mock me is unforgivable! I shall make you rust on my sword!!”

“I… am not that cheap or easy.”

To damage this undead “Killing Doll,” it is likely necessary to sever her body and force it to be a missing limb. In that sense, her rapier is far too ill-suited. On the other hand, she is weak to holy aura, so if Holy Spirit Serena forcibly injects holy aura into her anus with “Heavenly Punishment,” she will likely disappear anticlimactically.

However, she disappears at the crucial moments.

Moreover, she generally doesn’t use “Heavenly Punishment” on individuals of the same gender. She seems to consider it a technique to be used against lecherous old men who mock Holy Spirit Serena or attempt lewd acts. “Heavenly Punishment” is a terrifying technique that ages the recipient, rendering them sexually impotent.

Lyushenne attacks bravely, but it is difficult to inflict a fatal blow on Triaark. As Party Leader, I can switch to a more suitable Party Member, but since they both have pride as Wahl princesses, the heated Lyushenne will not “accept” retreating. For now, I can only trust Lyushenne and watch.

*KIIN, KIN, SHU, SHUSA, KIN, GIN, GYUN*

On the other hand, if caught by the longsword Triaark wields, Lyushenne would suffer a severe injury. Despite this disadvantageous situation, she is currently bridging the gap with her elegant footwork and exquisite swordsmanship. Furthermore, Triaark, who had captured Glenda as prey, seems to have lost interest now that she has Lyushenne, a far superior prey, before her.

“Lyushenne, offer me your ample breasts!!”

“There are no Wahl princesses with small breasts. Imposter! Become the dew of my sword!! You false princess!!”

“To call me a false princess. However, Lyushenne! Your breasts, while undeniably bell-shaped, are rather small for ample breasts. You imposter.”

“The reason my breasts are currently small is the result of using the magical attack ‘Maiden’s Skill’ in exchange for breast size when fighting the undead army. In other words, it’s your fault.”

“To be shown proof of deception and try to shift the blame to me is laughable.”

“You… you have no pain sensation, correct?”

“To not understand figures of speech… you are an uneducated and tasteless little girl.”

Although Liliana knew Triaark’s true identity, Lyushenne, the party directly involved in the fight, did not seem to recall “Tria’s Breast Pot,” and the combat continued. Listening closely, they seem to be arguing about who is the false princess.

“Lyushenne-sama! Triaark is a disowned princess executed several hundred years ago.”

Liliana finally raised her voice and explained.

“Liliana, is that true!?”

Lyushenne glared at Triaark and confirmed with Liliana.

“Lyushenne-sama, I heard from my grandmother that there was a shrine in the Wahl Harem where ‘Tria’s Breast Pot,’ containing her ample breasts cut from her chest, was sealed.”

“‘Tria’s Breast Pot’! That place, the shrine containing it, was a notorious spot in the Harem, where people went late at night under the guise of a bravery test or made wishes to curse others.”

“Yes, that’s the place.”

After hearing Liliana’s explanation, Lyushenne asked with an expression of astonishment.

“Are you truly a former princess whose ample breasts were cut off and who was executed?”

“To think someone knew of me. That is correct. That is precisely why I hate your imitation ample breasts, however small they may be. You can understand my desire to rip them off and make them my own.”

“I can’t believe a former princess executed centuries ago has become a ‘Killing Doll’ and wanders the mortal world… If it’s true, how pitiable… But I cannot believe such a dubious story. Can you prove it?”

“Proof of my identity? Then behold my ghastly naked body!!”

As the conversation progressed, Triaark decided to reveal her cut-off chest as proof of her former princess status. Triaark, with an expression as if cursing her parental enemy to death, began to undress. She then took off her leather shoes. Her completely flat chest was wrapped in bandages. Surprisingly, her crotch
As Toria was thinking about such things, she began to untie the bandages covering her chest.

“Behold my humiliated breast!”

Then, Toria threw the bandages aside, exposing her ruined chest. How pathetic it was. As Liliana had explained, the swelling of her breasts had been completely shaved off, and the exposed ribs and the pectoral muscles filling the gaps remained in a raw state, just as they were immediately after her execution.

“So you really are the executed former Imperial Princess. How pitiable…”

Towards Toria, who was now naked and displaying her raw execution scars, Ly seemed driven by pity.

“But according to legend, you were a cruel personality, a criminal who personally killed several princesses of friendly nations out of your own sexual desires. Isn’t this also retribution? As for me, I must swiftly eliminate undead within my own kin…”

Ly, seemingly understanding Toria’s origins and circumstances, once again pointed her rapier at her. However, Toria, as if she had broken free from something, began to explain with a sigh. Moreover, her tone of speech changed from a masculine one to one befitting an imperial princess.

“What do you understand about me? I was executed due to a politically motivated false accusation.”

“What are you saying…?”

This time, Ly was bewildered. Simultaneously, she seemed to be asking for an explanation of the false accusation.

“When they annexed my mother’s homeland, which she had married into, they poisoned my mother who was in the way, and then falsely accused me and executed me, that is the truth of history. That is why I have the right to take revenge on the princesses of Wahl.”

“Then why did you leave so quickly when you surrounded us with your undead army?”

I shouted out the question that had been bothering me.

“That was… because I didn’t want to see Francine’s big breasts, which I could not possess, being ravaged and turned into a mass of flesh. Even so, to defeat that undead army… Although they were a group of rejects scheduled for disposal, there was an overwhelming number of them.”

I was dumbfounded upon hearing the reason. The reason was that she didn’t want to see Francine’s big breasts, which she desired but couldn’t obtain, being ravaged. But for Toria, whose own big breasts were shaved off and executed, it must have been an unbearable situation.

“How pitiful. While I have my thoughts on big breasts, I would surely resent it if my breasts were taken away~. So, I have a proposal: I can temporarily restore your removed big breasts. If you can return to your former complete naked state, perhaps your resentment will be washed away, and you will not return to the cycle of reincarnation.”

It was Kirika, with her small breasts that envied big breasts, who made this unexpected proposal. But could Kirika accomplish what I could not?! After thinking for a bit, I remembered that I had Dry and Fear, mimic slimes who loved to transform into breasts, with me. Indeed, Dry and Fear would gladly transform into big breasts.

“Doing something you can’t even do…”

Toria shook her head with an expression of resignation, dismissively rejecting Kirika’s offer.

“My summon beasts, Dry and Fear, and I, enjoy transforming into breasts, you see. It is a simple matter to transform into your lost breasts.”

“If you say so, then try it. If I am satisfied, I may ascend.”

“Then Dry and Fear, attach yourselves to this pitiful being and recreate her former form.”

Kirika, as the Grand Master, ordered Dry and Fear. The two, who had transformed into Zwei’s breast pads, returned to their original mimic slime forms and attached themselves to Toria. Then, Dry and Fear stretched thinly and covered Toria’s entire body.

Suddenly, Toria’s skin, which had been beautiful but like a crafted wax doll, began to regain a reddish, moist appearance. Next, her chest, which had been exposed with gruesome scars, slowly began to swell. According to the thoughts of my summon beast, Fear, they were reaching into Toria’s brain and reconstructing the big breasts from her memories of her past life.

And when the transformation by Dry and Fear was complete, a beautiful girl stood there, exposing her naked body. The curious gazes of the party members focused on her. Then, Toria’s cheeks naturally flushed with embarrassment. In other words, was the person standing there no longer the discarded imperial princess, the ‘living corpse doll,’ burning with revenge, but the Imperial Princess Toria, of an age to be wed? Probably, even if temporarily, by regaining her former appearance, she was being dragged back to her former personality.

“Eek! Don’t look at my naked body!”

Toria, with her face bright red, crouched down, desperately trying to cover her big breasts with her arms. Ly, facing Toria’s sudden change in demeanor, was unsure how to handle her. Then, Tirna approached and draped her hooded robe over her.

Having regained her former appearance, Toria was a lovely maiden.

Instantly, the party members’ attitudes towards Toria softened. They probably thought she was pitiful if she was truly executed on false charges, as she had claimed in her explanation. Ly also wore an expression as if her venom had been neutralized.

“Imperial Princess Toria, you have regained your former appearance, albeit temporarily. You may have accumulated resentment, but please let it go and ascend.”

“I… I was a virgin. I had never even been touched by a man, yet they were shaved off by the rude hands of the executioner. And also… if I were to be reborn, I wish to be born as an imperial princess of Wahl again. Hey, Ly-chan, could you let my soul inhabit your womb? I want to start over as an imperial princess of Wahl. You would surely cherish and raise me, wouldn’t you?”

Toria said something outrageous. Come to think of it, Ly’s womb should already contain the soul of Margarita Pedos Wahl, the tragic princess. Would it really not be a problem if Toria’s soul were added now?

“I’m sorry, Imperial Princess Toria… Actually, the soul of Lady Margarita Pedos Wahl already resides within my womb. And she is contracted to be my eldest daughter. Moreover, I feel a sense of possessiveness from the depths of my womb.”

“What, there was already a princess with a prior claim! Then… must I only throw myself into the cycle of reincarnation?”

Toria’s expression and demeanor immediately became dejected. It was something that evoked protective instincts.

“Imperial Princess Toria, I have a ‘good idea’!”

Ly, on the other hand, had an expression like she had thought of a prank. What kind of suggestion was Ly going to make?

“What is this ‘good idea’? Don’t keep me in suspense, Ly-chan.”

“The ‘good idea’ is… to inhabit Lady Francine’s womb.”

“Lady Francine is also a ‘living corpse doll’ like me!? She has no self-awareness and is merely a puppet, or rather, a meat puppet, of the traitor Lamines Naga who is possessing her…”

“Lady Francine was resurrected by consuming the demon possessing her. Currently, two consciousnesses coexist within her, but I believe she will eventually become a normal person. Of course, she can also conceive♪”

“Oh! Th-that was an oversight!!”

4. Kirika’s Offering
“Even though she’s my half-sister, wouldn’t it be problematic to have Toria’s soul inhabit my womb without permission? If this secret conversation is discovered, it will affect our future relationship. Besides, we don’t even know when Francine will become pregnant!”

I reprimanded Ly about her “good idea.”

“It’s alright, Hal-sama. And I believe Lady Francine will be expecting soon.”

“Did Francine have a boyfriend or a fiancé she had sworn to marry?”

“What are you saying, Hal-sama? You are the father.”

Ly gave a meaningful smile as if sharing a secret plan.

“Sharon’s previous turn for night duty was Astarotte, wasn’t it? But when it opened up, I heard it turned into a wild spree with the three sisters, Lala_Berze, and Lady Francine joining in.”

“It was indeed a wild night. But that was Astarotte’s plan!?”

“The plan was conceived by Lady Francine, who also possessed the consciousness of the military advisor, Lamines Naga. And her true objective was to obtain Hal-sama’s semen, fertilize it with her own eggs, and give birth to a child with only Wahl’s traits.”

“How did you know about my semen…?”

“It came up in conversation during that hot spring incident, as part of small talk.”

“I see… it was then. However, I disposed of the semen I ejaculated into their vaginas with ‘Washing Magic’!?”

“It is said that Lady Francine had a small bottle for collecting semen hidden within her pussy. And the semen itself was apparently collected after she was ejaculated as a reward for oral sex.”

Francine’s smile, dripping semen from the corner of her mouth and smiling enchantingly, flashed in my mind. Did that smile have such a meaning? I had thought she swallowed the semen I ejaculated back then, but absorbed in serving the other girls, I don’t remember Francine’s subsequent actions.

Then, it’s a matter of being conceived with semen obtained through such questionable means, so I can’t complain to Ly. Also, Toria is undeniably and truly a princess of Wahl, so it can be said that there is no problem. After many twists and turns, it seems to be a case of returning to the original state.

“That’s good to know. I… will be reborn in Francine’s womb. But there’s no problem with my current state, is there…”

“That won’t do, Imperial Princess Toria. As Kirika said earlier, this is only a temporary, fleeting state. Dry and Fear, the mimic slimes who performed this miracle, are living creatures, and they will unintentionally erode Toria’s body. Therefore, we cannot maintain this state for long. Isn’t that right, Ain, Zwei?”

“Yes, Mother Ly. When we transformed into Mother Sophie’s limbs, we endured it, but they were slowly eroding us.”

Zwei answered Ly’s question, and Ain nodded.

“So… this wonderful state cannot last long. Then, can’t you resurrect me like Lady Francine!?”

Toria seemed slightly disheartened, but upon learning that Francine had been resurrected, she asked about the possibility of her own resurrection.

“Probably not, or rather, most likely not.”

I replied, and Toria turned to me.

“I was surprised you had such a skill, but could you tell me why it’s impossible?”

“In Lady Francine’s case, the time since her death was short, and Lamines Naga, who possessed her, made efforts to maintain her body. On the other hand, hundreds of years have passed since Imperial Princess Toria’s death, and her body is like that of a wax doll. Her body would likely not withstand the resurrection, and it would collapse mid-resurrection. Also, my ‘Resurrection Magic’ cannot heal missing body parts, so her chest would remain shaved off.”

“I see… I understand. But I cannot separate my soul from the shackles of my body. I am bound to my body by Zolgelge…”

“Then shall we dispose of your body and release your soul?”

“N-no. I have pain sensation now, so it hurts if I’m injured. Besides, I don’t want to re-experience the feeling of dying again.”

Although Toria had initially agreed to transfer her soul to Francine’s womb, she balked at a painful procedure. However, as a ‘living corpse doll,’ her body and soul were strongly bound, and unless the curse-like shackles forming her body were dealt with, her soul could not be freed.

“Imperial Princess Toria, I have a secret plan.”

At this moment, Kirika struck a triumphant pose again.

“What kind of method is that?”

“If you simply injure the body, it will hurt, but what about having the body disappear at the culmination of pleasure?”

“What do you mean!?”

“In other words… it would be to hypothetically perform the ‘First Night Ritual’ and be consumed by Dry and Fear while experiencing climax (orgasm). You said you were executed as a virgin, didn’t you? It’s a plan to kill two birds with one stone: becoming an adult woman while freeing your soul.”

“Th-the ‘First Night Ritual’!? I… I’m embarrassed…”

“Then shall we wait for your body to naturally disappear? You can just watch the fear of being eaten by Dry and Fear.”

“N-noooo~~. F-fine, I understand.”

And Toria accepted Kirika’s proposal.

“My hands are coming off the hooded robe on their own… N-noooo~~!”

The next moment, Toria, in front of us, began to remove the hooded robe that Tirna had lent her, but the act of undressing did not seem to be her own will. In other words, it was the work of Dry and Fear, who had taken over her body. Once again naked and exposing her beautifully swollen big breasts, Toria lay down on the dried grass bedding.

“…Ugh… Ah… An♡ …Aaah… Aaah…”

After a while, Toria opened her lips slightly and stuck out her tongue. And the protruded tongue moved suggestively as if kissing with a transparent tongue. Toria no longer seemed to see us around. She seemed to be engrossed in exchanging deep kisses.

“I wonder who Dry and Fear are imitating.”

Elise approached me with a suppressed giggle. Elise, who had just recovered from her injuries, had been quietly observing, but did she have something she wanted to say to me?!

“Perhaps they are imitating Hal’s petting and recreating it.”

Even Alicia, who had been watching Toria’s lascivious behavior, giggled. Indeed, I was the only man in the ‘Princess Harem,’ and it seemed unlikely that Dry and Fear had gone far away to observe. Then, was that act of love a mimicry of me…? I couldn’t help but blush.

As I was thinking this, a flower of bright red kiss marks bloomed on Toria’s fine-textured, porcelain-like skin.

“…Aaah… Aaah… Ahan♡ … …”

Toria’s eyes glistened, and she seemed to be accepting the act of love. Her flushed skin was damp with sweat and looked alluring. It felt strange to think that all these changes were the work of Dry and Fear.

“I thought those two were only fixated on breasts, but it seems they’ve diligently gained experience.”

Ain said this with a wry smile.

“Of course. They’re the ones I scouted, so they’re excellent!”

Zwei puffed out her chest at Ain’s muttering.

Even so, there were quite a few flowers of kiss marks blooming on the canvas of her upper body. The next moment, her big breasts deformed. Was this a grab of her big breasts?

“…Aah, Aah♡ ! It hurts, it hurts!! Don’t grab my breasts so hard~!”

Toria, who was roughly fondled, cried out in pain. This pain was also a simulated sensation perceived by Dry and Fear, but Toria genuinely felt it. Next, her erect nipples seemed to be being played with, being crushed and pulled. After a while, Toria’s big breasts were bright red and swollen.

Some of the party members watching seemed to be feeling empathetic.

Toria writhed in pleasure.

Next, Toria’s legs were… wriggling. Just as I thought that, her closed legs spread open. At the same time, her female genitalia, still showing the immaturity of secondary sexual characteristics, were exposed. I had confirmed this when I first saw them; pubic hair was just starting to grow. Her chastely closed labia and cute perineum, and even her well-tightened anus were visible. Though her gluteal cleft and natal cleft were fully visible, Toria seemed oblivious, intoxicated by the petting devised by Dry and Fear.

“Imperial Princess Toria has wonderful female genitalia.”

ARIA, who had been examining Toria’s secret parts, gave her impression. Judging by the discernment of ARIA, a former high-class prostitute, her female genitalia must have been of the highest quality. As for me, I thought I would have liked to make love to her while she was alive.

“Aah, Ahan♡ Ahhh… It, it hurts thereee~~!”

Toria let out a cry of delight and moans of pleasure, but suddenly let out a scream. At Toria’s scream, I looked closely at her body and saw that her labia majora, which had been tightly closed until just before, were now parted. It seemed that petting of her vagina had begun.

Inside her parted labia majora, vivid fleshy folds were visible. Beyond them, her urethral opening and still narrow vaginal opening could be seen.

“Ah! Aga!? Don’t play with ittt~~!”

With Toria’s exceptionally loud voice, her labia majora pulsated lewdly. Was she being licked? And from the upper part of the slit, her clitoris glans, about the size of a pinky nail, became erect.

“No, no, NO! That’s the worsttt~~!”

The cutely erect clitoris seemed to be being pinched, pulled, and even crushed. Toria was greatly agitated by having the most sensitive part of a woman’s body (the clitoris) played with. It was probable that Toria had never even masturbated before.

Of course, it was highly possible that she had learned oral sex as part of her harem education, following Ly’s example, but that lewd behavior was the reaction of an innocent maiden.

“Aah, Aahh, I can’t… I can’t hold it anymore… I-I caan’t~~!”

*Psh, shaaaaa…*

The next moment, Toria arched her back and climaxed spectacularly (splashed). It seemed she had reached her first light orgasm.

Her big breasts were red and swollen, and her erect nipples were painful to look at. Her lower body was also spread wide, and love juice dripped from between her legs below the bright red, swollen clitoris.

The next moment, her legs were lifted into a lewd posture.

*Kuchu, kuchu, guchu, guchu, guchu, kucchu, gucchu*

“Aah, Aah, Ahahan♡ Please don’t spread my pussyyy~~!”

It seemed her wet vaginal opening was being stretched. Toria, bewildered by this first experience and panting, was very alluring.

“It hurts, it hurts. Don’t insert something so thick. Wh-what!? Igyaa~~!”

Finally, it seemed that a penis was being inserted into her virgin pussy, which had been closed. Her vaginal opening was stretched, exposing her lubricated vaginal walls.

And beyond that, a mucous-like hymen appeared, and it was brutally torn. Immediately after, the ‘bloodstain of proof’ flowed down along the vaginal wall, dyeing Toria’s crotch bright red.

“Haa… Haa… Haa… Haa… Don’t thrust so hard, you’ll tear my vagina~~!”

As thrusting began, Toria writhed, seemingly in pain and simultaneously shaking her hips.

“And stop thrusting my uterus~~! I’m going to become strange~~!”

Toria’s lower abdomen writhed lewdly, and it was reproduced that she was being thrust by a penis. Toria continued to be penetrated while changing positions, her face contorting into an ahoge expression.

“Aahh, Aahh, I’m going, I’m going, I’m going to the end~~…!”

And Toria finally reached a full orgasm and relaxed.

She had a very satisfied expression. It was probably also a regret of hers to have been executed as a virgin who knew no men. While breathing heavily, she seemed to be under the influence of a sense of accomplishment and languid loss.

The next moment, Toria’s form blurred and disappeared. All that remained was the combined form of Dry and Fear, the mimic slimes. Toria’s body was swiftly consumed, and it seemed she was freed from the shackles of her body without realizing it.

5. “A gift from heaven” and “Art is useful”
“Did it go well…?”

“I wonder. At least I think Dry and Fear did their best…”

Ly asked the question to no one in particular with an anxious expression. Kirika, who had devised and promoted the plan, also seemed uncertain whether Toria’s soul had been freed. Ly and Kirika’s anxiety spread to those around them.

What happened to Toria’s soul…?

All that remained in the place where Toria had been lying was the combined mimic slime of Dry and Fear, having finished their meal. The party members could only watch with bated breath. It felt like an eternity had passed, and my throat was unusually dry.

At that moment, a cool breeze blew through.

The next moment, the space slightly above where Dry and Fear were began to ripple, and something began to form. Whether it was a dream or reality or an illusion, the ripples in space gradually converged into a human shape, and that shape was that of a woman. And it formed Toria, dressed in formal attire as an imperial princess of Wahl. Her abundant chestnut hair swayed, and her benevolent eyes reflected us. And her magnificently swollen big breasts adorned her costume.

In other words, she was in a form that anyone could recognize as an imperial princess of Wahl.

Her form was translucent, showing the scenery behind her. This meant that Toria’s soul, freed from the shackles of her body, was likely mimicking her former appearance. Furthermore, perhaps because she had experienced the ‘First Night Ritual,’ albeit hypothetically, she seemed more mature than before.

Toria’s thoughts transmitted into my head. And with refined movements befitting an imperial princess, she bowed.

“It seems you have been safely freed from the shackles of your body. By the way, how was the ‘First Night Ritual,’ even if it was hypothetical? You were very disordered, but did you feel your first climax (orgasm)?”

Swan Hilda asked the question we all wanted to ask, in response to Toria’s composed greeting.

Toria, blushing slightly and feigning innocence, dodged the question.

“Really!? Tell me the truth.”

Swan Hilda pressed further. Although Toria claimed to have no memory of it through telepathy, her demeanor suggested she wasn’t entirely displeased. It seemed Dry and Fear’s efforts were not in vain. Toria, perhaps sensing danger in conversing with Swan Hilda, changed the subject.

Next, Toria looked at Ly… no, at Ly’s lower abdomen. Then, a faint light lit up in Ly’s lower abdomen, and it took the form of a young girl with a sleepy expression. That would be Margarita Pedos Wahl, who had been sleeping in the depths of Ly’s womb. Toria and Margarita silently met eyes and seemed to be communicating something.

Finally, a beaming Toria smiled broadly. To onlookers, though they were silent, Margarita seemed to have taken a liking to Margarita. We witnessed the moment when two imperial princesses, who lived in different eras and met untimely deaths, encountered each other. And Toria gave a ‘subordinate’s bow’ to Margarita, who had a younger appearance than herself.

In other words, it was an act of acknowledging her status as an imperial princess from a concubine’s side to Ly’s daughter, who would likely ascend the throne as empress in the future. At any rate, it seemed the succession of the next generation of the New Wahl Imperial Kingdom was secure.

“…Amazing.”

Liliana was frozen in awe at the sight. For her, whose hobby was to collect fragments of tales and decipher them with the hero and historical anecdotes, it was a moving event. In any case, the continuation of the imperial lineage of the most important country in the Western nations should be a joyous occasion.

Toria, after bidding farewell, transformed into dazzling light and began to fly.

“Such wonderful spiritual radiance and flying speed. Toria was defiled as a ‘living corpse doll’ for hundreds of years… a miracle! I am deeply moved.”

Swan Hilda, a lower god race known as a Valkyrie, uttered words of admiration. This also meant that Toria had maintained her purity. Despite being subjected to the cruel punishment of ‘breast cutting’ on a groundless false accusation, Toria had preserved her innocent core.

“It was an amazing development, wasn’t it?”

It was an invaluable experience even for me, who had been a clergyman in my past life as Lester the Cleric.

And Toria’s spirit headed in the direction of where the former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s hideout was believed to be. I felt that Toria’s soul, which had reached Francine’s womb, had been safely accepted. Francine was surprised by Toria’s soul sinking into her lower abdomen, but she quickly realized it was not an evil spirit but that of a Wahl imperial princess.

Francine, caressing her lower abdomen with a benevolent face, even looked proud. She must have understood that she had conceived the long-awaited child. And inside Francine’s womb, a fertilized egg had formed. In other words, it was also the first child I had conceived. Francine and Toria, along with Margarita, would support Ly.

This was a supersensory perception due to being connected to Francine by ‘Slave Contract Magic.’

“It seems Toria’s soul has been safely accepted by Francine.”

My words brought a sense of relief to the party members. Meanwhile, Margarita, who had unexpectedly appeared, had vanished at some point. And although she had not yet conceived, Ly had a benevolent expression full of maternal love, like a saintly mother.

Was this the end of everything? Now, I just had to wake up Glenda, who had been attacked by Toria, and explain the situation. However, even if I told the truth, they probably wouldn’t believe me. It would be best to leave the troublesome explanation to Alicia.

Just as I was thinking this, the combined mimic slime of Dry and Fear showed an anomaly. That is, it began to move with a ‘moco-moco’ sound and gradually began to take human form.

“Acha~! They did it.”

Ain put her hand to her forehead and was speechless.

“I thought they weren’t interested in humanization at all…”

Beside her, Zwei was also exasperated. Meanwhile, the combined mimic slime of Dry and Fear took the form of a naked little girl. Toria’s soul seemed to have matured after the hypothetical ‘First Night Ritual,’ but this might be Toria’s appearance from when she was young.

As for a little girl, her breasts were flat, and there was only a single slender slit in her exposed crotch. Her flat chest had nipples of about the same size as a boy’s. Her entire body was small and childlike. The out-of-place naked little girl stared at me.

“Hal, Father~!”

And the aforementioned naked little girl spoke in a slightly childish voice and ran towards me with an unsteady gait as if about to fall. However, Zwei, who stood in her path, delivered an unreserved chop to the crown of the naked little girl’s head. Instantly, the naked little girl’s form dissolved, and she returned to her original mimic slime form.

“There’s no room for carelessness. Although they’ve unintentionally met the ‘requirements for humanization’ through this incident, they don’t have enough experience points to maintain human form. I won’t forgive you for disgracing my face as the scout.”

Zwei’s expression was one of indignation.

“Well, well, Zwei. Dry and Fear weren’t interested in humanization before, were they? Perhaps they just tried to transform because they unintentionally met the ‘requirements for humanization’ through this job?”

On the other hand, Ain just gave a wry smile.

And as for the problematic combined mimic slime, when I looked again, it had separated into Dry and Fear. And again, with a ‘moco-moco’ movement, this time they transformed into two naked little girls.

“Ah! Ahhh…”

Even the resolute Zwei seemed unable to predict this turn of events and pointed at them alternately in surprise.

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And Dry ran towards Kirika, while Fear ran towards me. This time, even Zwei’s actions were not in time as Dry and Fear hugged Kirika and me.

“Is this Fear?”

“Yes! Hal, Father, I love yoouuu!!”

The naked little girl-shaped Fear, whom I lifted, had a ‘punipuni’ tactile sensation unique to little girls and a high body temperature. Even so, despite her young age, her facial features were refined, and she was a beautiful child who promised to grow into a beautiful girl. Moreover, I could feel a sense of dignity, which she probably inherited from Toria.

Meanwhile, Dry, who hugged Kirika, was glared at by Kirika.

“Dry… your chest is flat for now, but will it grow into big breasts once secondary sexual characteristics begin to develop…?”

Kirika’s concern was not that Dry and Fear had become humanized, but rather that the ones who obtained the ‘requirements for humanization’ were the Wahl imperial princesses, known for their big breasts. Indeed, it would mean the birth of two beautiful girls with big breasts.

“…I can’t believe I’ll be the one with the most meager breasts among the four sisters…”

Zwei was also in a daze. Immediately after, their humanization dissolved, and Dry and Fear returned to their original mimic slime forms.

“Although they met the ‘requirements for humanization,’ they don’t have enough experience points, so this is about as far as it goes.”

Ain said this as if she understood everything.

As a result, Dry and Fear, transformed back into breast pads, settled into Zwei’s chest.
“Dry and Fear have been confirmed to become tuyệt thế mĩ thiếu nữ. Please continue to dote on them♪”

It was Ain who wrapped up the conversation. The party members, who couldn’t keep up with the situation, seemed to have restarted at Ain’s words.

“Isn’t it problematic for two young girls with the appearance of imperial princesses to spontaneously appear?”

Liliana was the first to express her concern.

“Certainly… it might confuse subordinates and cause a succession dispute.”

Tirna agreed with Liliana’s opinion.

“If it had occurred in a place beyond my control, it would be a problem, but in this case, we can ask them to be body doubles for Margarita and Toria. Therefore, there is no problem.”

Due to Ly’s decisive action, which answered with a smile, Dry and Fear’s humanization was overlooked.

“The birth of a young girl with large breasts… what have I done…”

In the end, it was Kirika, who had small breasts, who was the most concerned.

“I also want to increase my High Elf companions soon…”

Meanwhile, Dietlinde, the only High Elf in this human realm, offered a wry smile. Currently, to increase the number of High Elves, Dietlinde would have to bear children, or it would be necessary to perform proper treatment on the children of the royal family of elves with “Yukari Fujo” to make them have large breasts, making it difficult to increase their numbers.

“By the way, has Ain and Zwei’s humanization been completed?”

Just when the topic seemed to have run out, Edele introduced a new topic. Eria, standing beside her, also seemed very interested. And all eyes of the party members turned to Ain and Zwei.

“Our humanization… is almost complete. Therefore, we will no longer take on the Mimic slime form. Strictly speaking, we can return to our original Mimic slime form if we abandon all the ‘humanization requirements’ and experience points we have gained so far, but I absolutely refuse to do so.”

It was Zwei who answered Edele’s question.

“Then, what is the final push?”

“Mother Alicia… th-that is to be made into an adult woman by Father Hal.”

This time, Ain answered Alicia’s question hesitantly.

“So, you mean I have to take them and break their maidenheads?!”

“…Yes. Father Hal. We also want to receive the blessings of Father Hal’s ‘Lucky Penis’.”

Ain answered with her face bright red, and Zwei nodded with a blush.

“Also, regarding Princess Toria earlier, it resulted in the best outcome because Dry and Fear, who had undergone Father Hal’s tutelage, performed the ‘First Night Ritual’.”

Then, Zwei concluded as if sharing a secret.

“I see! So, the miracle just now was also thanks to the ‘Lucky Penis’! I get it, I get it.”

Swan Hilda also seemed convinced. If that’s the case, Ain and Zwei’s thoughts might not be entirely wrong. This is a development that gives me a headache.

“I think I can be happy too♪”

Sharon, who had finished her “First Night Ritual” last night, smiled happily. I thought that with Sharon, the “First Night Ritual” would be put on hold for the time being… But now, I have to embrace Ain and Zwei, who have my own “Harem-chan” appearance and are cross-dressing. However, their happiness is the most important thing. Also, I love the “First Night Ritual” where I can take a fresh and beautiful girl and break her virginity.

6. A Consideration on the Appearance of Demons
Currently, Edele is in charge of driving the carriage, and I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, am sitting beside the driver’s seat, lost in thought. I was supposed to drive from the former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s hideout to the city of Karamiya, but I was mentally exhausted by the incident with Princess Regent Triaark Redeo Waiyar’s “Puppet of the Dead” that we encountered on the way, so I handed over the reins to Edele.

From Toria’s perspective, she must have encountered us. Her soul, now freed from the physical shackles that could no longer be revived, has soared powerfully and reached the womb of Princess Francine Egmont Waiyar, awaiting a new birth. Moreover, through the connection of “Slave Contract Magic,” I felt that Francine had naturally accepted Toria’s soul.

As a princess of Waiyar, she must have had something on her mind.

Still, Francine really got me. Ramines Naga, the demon inside, is a talent that the high-ranking demon Barberu hired as a military advisor when invading the human realm, but I never expected her to secretly steal my semen and even become pregnant…

Coincidentally, it was Astarotte’s turn for night duty that night. Since Astarotte was to remain with the former Viscount Marquis Bottox, I expected her to ask for me passionately from the perspective of parting. However, it turned into a wild drunken party with Astarotte calling not only LaLa_Berze and her three sisters, who were in the same situation as former demon daughters, but also Francine.

I understood it as Astarotte’s move to assert her dominance or take the lead in the future… However, it seems Francine was the one who planned it. With the concept of “hiding a tree in a forest” or rather “semen into the vagina,” she must have prepared five vaginas to steal my semen.

Furthermore, she hid small bottles for semen collection in her vagina and actively performed oral sex to encourage my ejaculation. It’s likely that Astarotte and the others didn’t know the true purpose of that night’s duty, but they didn’t dislike it either.

Under such circumstances, her skill in collecting semen is remarkable. It was a strategy worthy of being called a military advisor. When formulating a plan, it’s best to have the other party happily go along with it. Even if they find out later they were deceived, they can forgive it, and strangely, it works out this time. Moreover, Ly, who was directly involved, also knew… there should be no problem.

And Toria, who was conceived in that fertilized egg, has been reborn as a princess with large breasts, which makes me feel the ebb and flow of destiny. Along with Princess Margarita Pedos Waiyar’s soul, which is in Ly’s womb, it feels like everything has fallen into place. Moreover, both Ly and Francine have been revived after once dying… it’s an extremely close tightrope walk of legitimacy.

It is said that royal genealogies of ancient kingdoms sometimes achieve miraculous tightrope walks, and the royal genealogy of the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom must be the same.

Initially, Toria was fixated on her resentment towards the Waiyar Imperial Family, but in the end, it was just a reversal of her desire for happiness as a princess. Love and hate can change with one’s state of mind, but it’s difficult to resolve it alone, trapped in a dead end.

From that perspective, I am truly glad that Toria was saved.

Furthermore, with the added bonus that Dry and Fear met the “humanization requirements.” Looking back now, wasn’t it the best choice? Still, Dry and Fear, who took control of Toria’s body and performed a pseudo “First Night Ritual,” did a good job. In that sense, was this humanization also a gift from the divine realm?

Generally, Mimic slimes inhabit the depths of dungeons and prey on adventurers by mimicking monsters that wander the layers they inhabit or by transforming into treasure chests. Did our deep connection with them, including Ain and Zwei, lead to humanization?

By the way, Freya, who had just recovered from her injuries and was driving the follow-up carriage, has also been replaced with Eria and is now inside the carriage. Airia is sitting next to Eria. This means that the drivers’ seats are now occupied by people from the Northern Nations. I was also planning to rest in the carriage, but Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas, whom I had rescued, was clinging to Alicia and sobbing, so I felt I couldn’t go inside.

Toria, who was trying to cut off Glenda’s large breasts, had a ferocious expression like a demon. The original Toria is a dignified beautiful girl, but she was fixated on revenge and delusion, giving her a terrifying look. Glenda was knocked unconscious, so she only knows about Toria’s fierce expression.

Returning my gaze forward, the pure white tail of the white horse “White Princess” and the pure black tail of the black horse “Black Princess” are swaying happily. The speed of the carriage is slow, like a walk, but they must be feeling refreshed from galloping at full speed to the scene where Toria was attacking Glenda. Incidentally, the movement of their tails is synchronized, and they are in perfect harmony.

The main road passes through the forest, and the surroundings are grassland. By the way, to get to the city of Karamiya, we need to cut through the road in the forest ahead. The Western Nations have a warm climate year-round, so the trees grow well.

“Hal-sama, the horses seem to be in a good mood. The weather is clear and the climate is pleasant, but it’s an unbelievably peaceful scene after what just happened.”

“Yes, it is, Edele.”

“By the way, Hal-sama, I’ve been wondering for a while now, but there are no other pedestrians besides us. The only exception is Miss Glenda, whom we just saved, which is concerning. Could there be a problem other than Toria!?”

“For the moment, it’s completely peaceful… you know.”

The issue Edele raised is indeed concerning, so I will also be vigilant for any anomalies around us. However, the carriage reached the next point in the forest without incident. Since it’s a main road, the surface is paved with cobblestones, and the road is wide enough for carriages to pass easily. There are also gutters on the sides of the road for rainwater to flow, and resting areas are even built at regular intervals.

“By the way, Hal-sama… about the Kingdom of Desmonia, where I am scheduled to be crowned queen, will there really be any subjects to rule… The more I think about it, the more my head starts to hurt.”

“Currently, the Northern Nations are a den of demons. It’s natural to worry, but I think it will somehow work out.”

“Really…?”

“That’s why Edele is working hard with Swan Hilda and Eria, isn’t she? Also, that country is one of the cornerstone stones for the barrier that restricts travel between the human and demon realms. Surely, there will be help from the divine realm.”

“It’s a relief to hear you say that, Hal-sama. By the way, why have the Northern Nations become a den of demons?”

“If the source of demonic power is miasma, then the source of demonkin power is evil magic, right? And evil magic is considered to be diluted miasma. I believe that for humans to become demonkin, ‘evil magic’ must exist in the surrounding area at a threshold concentration or higher.”

“Threshold, you say…”

“In the human realm, evil magic is also generated by people’s negative emotions, but it’s mostly miasma that has leaked from the barrier separating the human and demon realms, and has been diluted into evil magic.”

“Considering the leakage of miasma from the barrier, isn’t it strange that the concentration is particularly high in the Northern Nations? I don’t think the leakage concentration is uniform or unevenly distributed.”

“Perhaps, as Edele pointed out, the concentration of miasma leakage is not different depending on the region. However, it’s possible that demonization occurred especially in the Northern Nations due to differences in human and animal lifestyles!?”

“Differences in lifestyle…?”

“In other words, unlike the well-ventilated houses in the hot Southern Nations and temperate Western Nations, the houses in the Northern Nations, which experience harsh cold, prioritize heat retention, making them poorly ventilated. Therefore, while the leaked evil magic does not concentrate indoors in the Southern and Western Nations, it concentrates in the Northern Nations, and people were transformed into demonkin under its influence.”

“Then what about beasts?”

“The animals in the Northern Nations hibernate or hibernate to survive the harsh winter. During that time, they might have been transformed into demonkin and become lower-class magical beasts.”

“…So that’s how it was.”

Edele seemed convinced by my explanation, relating it to her past lifestyle habits.

“Speaking of which, Swan Hilda said that there are no more demon maidens left in the Demon King’s castle. I think we’ve saved all the girls we could.”

“Swan Hilda, a Valkyrie, is truly a cheat. When she has some free time, she flies to the Demon King’s castle and brings back demon women… Starting with the beloved daughters of the Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings, she has sent quite a few to St. Agnes Abbey. Despite that, it’s strange that there hasn’t been as much confusion among the demonkin as we expected.”

“…Th-that is— they probably think the demon maidens are targets for abduction and are being taken by someone. To them, demon maidens are merely outlets for their lust and ‘things to bear children from’…”

Edele and I talked about various topics. Sometimes she shared amusing stories about Swan Hilda’s failures, anecdotes from when she was Princess Jumilande, the sole daughter of Demon King Gandaro, and memories with Eria. Our carriage passed the entrance of the forest and proceeded on the road deep within the forest again.

At that moment, the carriage suddenly stopped.

Edele was holding the reins, but she hadn’t signaled to stop. In other words, the horses had stopped on their own. “Black Princess” and “White Princess” were moving their ears busily, sensing the surroundings. They braced their legs, as if standing in a human posture. Then, they turned and looked at me.

And they looked at me with a pleading expression.

This gaze seemed to be begging me to remove their horse gear and set them free. Come to think of it, I’ve known them for a long time. They participated in the ‘Princess Harem’ from the First Expedition Trip to the Southern Nations, and for the Raymond Trading Company’s business, they transported slaves from various places. Therefore, when I took over as the driver from Edele, I removed their harnesses.

“Hal-sama, what’s wrong? To release the horses in a place like this!?”

Edele seemed bewildered by my sudden action.

“It’s because the horses wanted it.”

“The horses… you say??”

As I was about to tell Edele, who tilted her head, to check the surroundings. Something jumped out from the shadows of the trees on both sides. At the same time, the follow-up carriage, driven by Eria, pulled up alongside.

“Did something happen?”

Swan Hilda called out with a puzzled expression. Eria also looked bewildered. Meanwhile, “Assy-kun” and “Crisky-kun,” who were pulling the latter carriage, had both their ears flattened and their tails drooping, looking terrified.

This was in stark contrast to “Black Princess” and “White Princess,” who stood bracing their legs majestically. With this kind of behavior, it will be a while before they are allowed to have sex. While thinking that, I explained the situation to Swan Hilda.

“Something jumped out from the forests on both sides! Everyone, be alert!”

“Ah, that’s a lower-class demon, a horned wolf!”

7. The Wandering Dismantler
As we were passing through the forest road just before the city of Karamiya by carriage, the two horses stopped and were sensing the surroundings. They also conveyed with their eyes that they wanted their harnesses removed. After many years of acquaintance, I removed the harnesses, and the next moment, something jumped out from the shadows on both sides of the main road.

“Something jumped out from the forests on both sides! Everyone, be alert!”

“Ah, that’s a lower-class demon, a horned wolf!”

Swan Hilda, who was on the driver’s seat of the follow-up carriage, shouted. A horned wolf is a wolf-like magical beast with a horn on its forehead, and since it often serves as a vanguard for demonkin, it is a troublesome opponent also called a lower-class demonkin. They always travel in packs and have a habit of surrounding and hunting prey. In other words, these two horned wolves can be considered forerunners or scouts.

The two charging horned wolves seemed to be trying to tear open the throats of “Black Princess” and “White Princess.” Although the two mares were freed from their harnesses, there was a high chance of being killed by the wolves if they tried to escape carelessly.

Horses are herbivores, and wolves are carnivores. The latter is higher on the food chain. Moreover, they are not ordinary wolves, but lower-class demonkin horned wolves that have become magical beasts. The two stallions pulling the follow-up carriage, “Assy-kun” and “Crisky-kun,” are terrified, with their ears folded and tails drooping. Their tails speak volumes…

It reminded me of Shera when she looked dejected.

However, the mares “Black Princess” and “White Princess” silently turned their buttocks towards the horned wolves. Is it some shallow tactic of protecting their necks while exposing their backsides!?

“Grrr!”

The two horned wolves, with saliva dripping from their half-open mouths and sharp fangs visible, targeted them and leaped. However, “Black Princess” and “White Princess” were ready! And they unleashed a powerful kick with their hind legs.

“Gya!”

The two horned wolves, hit by a critical blow, were blown away and crashed into the trunk of a tree. They spat up blood foam and convulsed, but it seemed they died immediately and stopped moving. “Black Princess” and “White Princess,” who started the fight, meekly allowed their harnesses to be reattached.

When the harnesses were being attached, the two mares snorted proudly. And they gave meaningful glances to the terrified “Assy-kun” and “Crisky-kun.” Somehow… they are completely under their control.

“Everyone, demonkin have attacked. Prepare for battle!”

“Everyone! Demonkin have attacked!! Those who can fight, get out of the carriage and prepare to intercept!”

Meanwhile, Edele and Swan Hilda were calling out to their companions about the demon attack.

“Demon attacks again. It’s so busy, but I can unleash attack magic without hesitation♪ Let’s make the demonkin the fuel for my diet♪♪”

“I… am pent up with frustration. Lament your misfortune for attacking us♪”

“This is my chance to show off my fire spirit magic! I’m in top form with Flame, the flame spirit!♪”

“I AM EXPECTED YO~”

“That has nothing to do with us, yo.”

Elise, Sierra-an-sama (who was Cheryl’s transformed form), Dietlinde, and others appeared from inside the carriage. Flame, the flame spirit awaited by Dietlinde, was happily flying around. On the other hand, Holy Spirit Serena seemed displeased. Of course, the party members were wearing masks modeled after Valkyries.

Currently, the two box carriages were parked side-by-side. If there were three or more, a safe zone could have been created inside, but… wishing for what we don’t have is pointless.

On the other hand, Ly, Liliana, Tirna, and Alicia, who were still tired from fighting the undead army, were inside the carriage. Ly, in particular, was tired from consecutive battles, including a one-on-one fight with Toria. As we were preparing for battle, the horned wolf pack surrounded us. It seems they were indeed the vanguard of a pack, not just two stray wolves.

“There are quite a number of them. Well, this is their usual method.”

Swan Hilda spat out irritably.

“The demonkin leading them should show themselves soon. By the way, the front line between humans and demonkin is closer to the Northern Nations…”

Edele, on the other hand, seemed puzzled by the appearance of demonkin in such a location. As Edele wonders, this place is deep within human territory… Could they be a pack separated from the Demon Lord Army!?

“I smell delicious female meat ― *sniff sniff* ―.”

“The womb that contains the most power is mine.”

“I’m looking forward to cooking it. Screaming young females during preparation are proof of freshness. It will test the chef’s skills.”

Three intermediate or high-ranking demonkin appeared from behind the horned wolf pack. A well-built male demonkin, a female demonkin with an alluring aura, and a tall, lanky male demonkin. I vaguely recognize their appearances. Since I have no memory of facing them in this life, it must be from Lester the Cleric’s memories from my past life.

“To be appraised as ingredients by them… is the worst!”

“Hal-sama, those guys are—”

Swan Hilda was indignant at being appraised as ingredients, and Edele told me about them. Those three demonkin are known as the ‘Wandering Dismantlers,’ the worst of the worst.

By the way, changing the subject, the fact that some demonkin prefer human flesh is an open secret. It is so gruesome that it is forbidden to talk about it. Mid-level demonkin or higher with autonomous thought are humans who have fallen into darkness due to evil magic, so it is equivalent to cannibalism. However, from the perspective of demonkin, humans are akin to livestock like cows and pigs, and they believe that eating them aligns with the natural law of the survival of the fittest.

Some drink fresh blood like vampires, and some devour raw meat like werewolves, but most demonkin reportedly eat processed human flesh as a delicacy. Therefore, cooks are needed to supply preserved human flesh to demonkin.

Incidentally, even among humans, there are wicked individuals who enjoy human meat dishes as a delicacy, apart from emergency food in times of famine. It is still fresh in my memory that Tirna was almost eaten by Park-li.

Returning to the topic, the three demonkin we faced seem to be cooks who make preserved human flesh.

So, I do vaguely know about them!? That means Lester the Cleric knows about them. But, as usual, there are no detailed memories. What is going on!? While I was secretly pondering, Edele’s explanation continued.

The burly, muscular male demonkin with a shaved head is named Thoddon. His epithet is “Thoddon of Shishibashi” (Salted Fish). He uses his magic to boost his physical functions, and boasts that his skill “Mighty Strength” is invincible.

In other words, he is a demonkin specialized in close combat like Demon King Gandaro, unlike his proficiency in release-type magic. Furthermore, one might be horrified by his aged, scent-emitting appearance.

By the way, “Shishibashi” in his epithet simply means “salted.” This includes the familiar salted meat for adventurers. Incidentally, “Manplatter” (human fish sauce), made from the organs removed during preparation, is also popular.

The female demonkin in the center has long dark hair and pigeon-blood red eyes; she is a beautiful older woman. She has large breasts, a narrow waist, and a provocative figure with a large backside. Her name is Yaira, but she is better known by her epithet “Yaira of the Meat Buns.”

Yaira is responsible for crushing leftover meat from preparation and making meat buns. In combat, she is a master of dark magic and reportedly fires release-type attack magic, which is valuable in the Demon Lord Army. In other words, she also serves as a bodyguard.

Speaking of which, in ancient Eastern Nations, there was a custom of sacrificing human pillars for large-scale construction projects. I recall a legend that a wise man offered buns instead of human pillars to the earth god to reform this practice. However, in this case, it is processed human flesh, which is only repulsive.

Furthermore, Yaira has a difficult personality, or rather, she has a psychopathic tendency to eat extracted uteri and breasts. Her supposed purpose is that by eating the opponent’s uterus and breasts, she believes she can absorb their magic. If she were just standing silently, she would be a beautiful woman…

The last tall and lanky male demonkin’s name is Jangge. He also has an epithet and is called “Jangge of Namasu” (Sashimi Salad). He has long, slender limbs, but uses magic to form blades on his limbs to attack, and his body is flexible, making him a tricky opponent not to be underestimated.

By the way, the origin of namasu is a dish where meat is finely chopped and mixed with seasonings. Therefore, “namasu-giri” (slicing like namasu) means to chop into small pieces. Later, it came to refer to vinegared dishes, and by extension, pickled dishes.

In other words, “Jangge of Namasu” is a demonkin who butchers humans and makes pickled dishes.

Speaking of which, also in ancient Eastern Nations, there was a great philosopher named Ron Kouji. The “Rongo Rongo,” a collection of sayings compiled by his disciples after his death, is a famous masterpiece. It is said that the renowned Ron Kouji was fond of human flesh namasu dishes.

In the case of Park-li, it seems there are a certain number of people in the Eastern Nations who prefer human meat dishes… In that regard, it is said that one day, one of his most devoted disciples was made into a namasu dish and delivered. A greatly saddened Ron Kouji then stopped eating namasu dishes. This anecdote comes to mind. However, there are various theories about this story, and some say it is apocryphal…

Then something caught my attention.

I try to recall it, but it’s uncomfortable, like a fish bone stuck in my throat. Is this Lester the Cleric’s memory!? At least, I have never eaten namasu dishes.

While we were preparing for battle, the encirclement by the horned wolves was completed, and they bared their fangs in ten or twenty layers of formation. The three controlling demonkin were laughing with a smirk.

Incidentally, according to Edele’s explanation, their appearance in this place, which is completely within human territory, is because they are a strike force unit tasked with rear disturbance. Their usual tactic is to surround a village with a pack of horned wolves, slaughter everyone, including women and children, and then prepare them as ingredients.

After they leave, a unit will come to collect the preserved food. All that is left behind is an abandoned, uninhabited village. Incidentally, the horned wolves they use as food are livestock and pets kept by the villagers. Of course, even the parts that did not become meat buns end up in their stomachs, so nothing is left behind.

In other words, is it a “siege and cooking formation” rather than a “siege and annihilation formation”!?

And we’ve encountered them.

However, with the “Princess Harem,” which is well-equipped and can fight demons, we should be able to annihilate them. We must avenge the countless innocent people they have killed.

And the time for battle to open is rapidly approaching.

The “Wandering Dismantlers” are leisurely and are calculating how to cook us. On the other hand, since our companions include former demonkin Swan Hilda and Edele, we have inside information about the enemy.

Just as a horned wolf was about to charge, a deep male voice suddenly boomed.

“Finally, I’ve found Midget Ozman’s enemy. I will definitely defeat you all!”

I recognized the voice that suddenly came from behind…!?

And when I turned around, I was stunned. That is, the person who spoke was someone I knew. To be precise, it was someone I had not met in this life. However, he is undoubtedly a famous person. His name is Johan Tazzot, a shield warrior belonging to the Hero Party.

“Now that I’m here, their defeat is a foregone conclusion!”

Beside Johan Tazzot, the sturdy shield warrior with a stern face and a well-built physique, stands the strikingly handsome man with distinctive spiky red hair, striking a pose with arrogance. Like a child of flame, he is Albert Sandia, the prophesied hero of this generation.

In other words, the Hero Party has joined the fray.

8. The Wailing Shield Warrior
For some reason, the journey from the suburbs where the former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s hideout was located to the city of Karamiya has been one of constant visitors. First, it was former Waiyar Princess Triaark Redeo Waiyar, who was turned into a “Puppet of the Dead” by Zolgelge. Then, I already felt I had had enough just by encountering the three demonkin known as the ‘Wandering Dismantlers,’ but there was also a bolt from the blue – the Hero Party has joined the fray.

And yet… the memories of my past life as Lester the Cleric remain vague and hazy. To think that I would meet Lester the Cleric in a place like this. Why are my past life memories not clear!?

“Finally, I’ve found Midget Ozman’s enemy. I will definitely defeat you all!”

The first to speak was the shield warrior, Johan Tazzot. I have a faint recollection of Midget Ozman, who appeared in his opening remarks. To be precise… until recently, Lester the Cleric and shield warrior Johan were both virgins. The name of the kind woman who allowed him to have his “first time” is.

Johan and Midget’s encounter was when they stayed in a village in the Southern Nations, and the girl who took care of them was Miss Midget. She wasn’t beautiful, but she was a warm, homey country girl. Johan became close with Miss Midget, and eventually had sexual intercourse with her. Johan, unlike the handsome hero Albert Sandia, had a gruff, taciturn face, so he was not lucky with women.

However, strangely, Johan and Midget hit it off. I remember that they had promised to start a family in the future. This was also because they had asked Lester the Cleric for a favour regarding their wedding.

However, a tragedy struck shortly after the Hero Party left. Namely, the village was attacked by demonkin and completely wiped out. When I arrived at the village, pulled by the furiously enraged shield warrior, there were no survivors except for the lookouts and the demonkin.

Still, Johan desperately ran around to check on Miss Midget’s safety. The village had several large wooden barrels for preserving and aging the villagers who were to become ingredients, and he tearfully examined the meat chunks in the process of aging with a grim expression. It turned out that Miss Midget’s body had been pickled in vinegar.

The decisive factor for identification was a characteristic three-star mole on the lower left side of Miss Midget’s breast. It was also proof that Johan and Midget had had sexual intercourse.

Clutching the mutilated remains of Miss Midget, Johan wailed. Despite his Hero Party comrades being around, Johan let out a man’s cry. Even his companions could only watch.

And then, they immediately pursued the culprits and came all the way here… Is that it?
I looked at the Hero Party again.

Hero Albert Sandia and Shield Warrior Johan Tozzot were as usual. The Hero was becoming more skilled in handling the Holy Sword Calute, and his heroic demeanor had increased. Johan, on the other hand, had a new shield. I recalled that the shield was once hung on the walls of a demon castle that was captured during an invasion of the Northern Nations.

Looking at the captured shield again, I saw the crest of the Desmonia Kingdom drawn on it.

I then looked towards the rear guard.

In the center of the rear guard stood a dignified figure in priest’s robes. This was Lester the Cleric, my past life. He held a magnificent staff in his hand, which was an expensive magic staff gifted by the Asgard Holy Church. It was like a farewell gift for being chosen for the Hero Party.

Next to him stood an aloof Elf, adorned with a quiver and short bow on her back. She was Princess Edelgard Tinde Tintar, the fourth princess of the Tintaal Kingdom and Dietlinde’s half-sister. She was a slender girl, typical of Elves, but she exuded an air of elegance befitting a princess.

After the Demon King Gandaro was defeated, Edelgard returned to the Tintaal Kingdom and was crowned Queen. According to rumors, she had built a happy family and become a mother of two. I felt a slight sense of incongruity, but I dismissed it as my imagination.

This comprised the members who were part of the party before Lester the Cleric joined. She was accompanied by two other women.

The first woman was Froggis Yunker Sauzen, a Holy Knight belonging to the Holy Knight Order of the Asgard Holy Church, who wielded a mace. She had short bobbed black hair and a sharp gaze, giving her the aura of a beautiful, formidable woman. She was of medium build, with small breasts. Although Froggis could fight on the front lines, her primary role currently was to protect the rear guard.

Froggis was also discovered by the Hero and joined the party. Like Edelgard, she had also been one of the Hero’s lovers. Rumor had it that she had given her virginity to the Hero.

Froggis hailed from the Southern Nations. Moreover, she was a former princess of a small kingdom.
She mentioned that her country was called the Kingdom of Sauzen and that it was destroyed by the Kingdom of Sazania. At the same time, I remembered her vowing revenge on anyone from the Sazania royal family she encountered.

Since Shera, who has Sazanian royal blood, is a member of “Princess Harem,” I had to be careful not to let anything slip. However, explaining this situation to Shera here and now would be difficult, so I could only pray that no one said anything unnecessary. In that sense, the words and actions of Elise and Freya, who were from the same region, might also be dangerous.

After all, they might let something slip if they were to lapse into their usual banter or “slapstick comedy.”

By the way, Froggis died during the battle against the Demon Lord Army. After being captured by the Demon Lord Army, she was subjected to atrocities and then executed. Her execution method was impalement. Specifically, a stake with a blunted tip was inserted into her an us, and the tip protruded from her mouth, creating a gruesome scene.

It is said that blunting the tip of the stake prevents damage to vital organs, prolonging the agony. Froggis’s body, her face etched with despair, pain, and terror, was cremated by the Hero. In other words, she was purified by the flames of the Holy Sword Calute.

The other woman’s name was Hermit Mishly Yasunas, a wielder of attack magic. She was a cool beauty with short blue hair and blue eyes. However, like Mai, she was petite and had small breasts.

Hermit was a new member scouted by the Hero while she was working as an adventurer. And, like Froggis, Hermit had also given her virginity to the Hero and was his lover.

Hermit was also from the Southern Nations and, like Froggis, was a princess of a small kingdom.
Her country was called the Duchy of Yasunas, and it too had been destroyed by the Kingdom of Sazania. Hermit, the second princess, was also determined to seek revenge on any survivors of the Sazania royal family.

It seems that the Kingdom of Sazania, in the Southern Nations, had gone too far, much like the Espana Imperial Kingdom.

Incidentally, Hermit also died in battle against the demons. She was unceremoniously cut in half during a magical battle against the demons. Her body was trampled on the battlefield, and she couldn’t be recovered, poor girl.

And then I remembered something else.

The current composition of the Hero Party was right after they had defeated a detachment of the Demon Lord Army, which served as their bridgehead, after fierce battles in the Southern Nations. In that fierce battle, they had defeated Beberon, one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Lord Army and the commander of the Southern Nations Expeditionary Force.

Incidentally, Beberon’s second daughter is Miralca, with whom I performed the “First Night Ritual” the other day.

Furthermore, many warriors died in the counter-offensive operations in the Southern Nations. The defeat of the enemy’s detachment came at a great cost, but it was a significant victory. It was at this point, while leveraging that momentum to advance towards the Northern Nations where the enemy’s main camp was located, that the news of Mizet Osman’s death arrived.

The Hero Albert Sandia, urged by the Shield Warrior, came to the Western Nations, gathering enemy information like a hunting dog. I recalled a lot, but the crucial details remained shrouded in fog.

Incidentally, two members of the Hero Party also died in the major counter-offensive in the Southern Nations.

The first was Goza Rapusun, a self-proclaimed eccentric monk and a battle hammer user. He was a bald giant who wielded his battle hammer with great skill due to his excellent strength.

He had a boisterous and straightforward personality, just as his appearance suggested, and he didn’t get along with the finicky Lester the Cleric. Didn’t he volunteer to join the party himself?! However, since many demons used magic to enhance their physical functions, they were often brainless types. This made them well-suited for close combat with blunt weapons, and Goza had clubbed many demons to death.

But the enemy commander, Beberon, was a cunning man. Goza, who often served on the front lines, fell into a despicable trap and met a heroic end.

The second deceased was a female warrior named Yanus Hamann, a spear user. She was a large warrior with reddish-brown short hair and brown skin. She had a strong, sisterly personality and was a master with the spear. Her chest muscles were well-developed, giving the impression of large breasts, but it was actually a layer of muscle over her breasts.

Therefore, her breasts themselves were likely small.

Thinking this far, I arrived at a conclusion.

This means that Hero Albert Sandia has a preference for short hair and small breasts. Considering this, is the long-haired Edelgard an anomaly? In the end, is he simply a lover of small breasts?!

Naturally, Yanus and the Hero had an intimate relationship.

However, Yanus’s combat position was from the front to the middle ranks. But as she increasingly took on front-line duties to fill Goza Rapusun’s gap, she was unfortunately killed by Beberon’s scheme.

The reason the current Hero Party has many rear-guard members is that two front-line replacements have not been found.

“Become rust for my sword! Or rather, I’ll turn you into charcoal!!”

“Who’s the bastard who pickled my wife?!”

Hero Albert Sandia and Shield Warrior Johan Tozzot attacked a trio of demons. Normally, Johan, the shield warrior, would defend against the enemy’s attacks while Albert exploited the opening. However, Johan’s rage over Mizet’s body being pickled was so intense that he charged in as well.

[Black Cutter]
[Dark Ball]
[Acid Arrow]

In response, the dark mage Yaira unleashed a barrage of attack magic. Despite this, the Hero and Shield Warrior charged forward without hesitation. It was a straightforward assault, embodying the fact that one is called a Hero for their courage.

On the Hero Party’s side, only the four rear-guard members remained in their positions.

Naturally, they were surrounded by lower-ranking demons, the Horned Wolves, who occasionally attacked. Lester the Cleric, a healer, was of no use in this situation. Froggis Yunker Sauzen, the mace user, was the core of the rear guard’s defense and fought desperately. If Lester the Cleric were to fall, there would be no one to heal them, making her responsibility immense.

[Fire Cutter]
[Aqua Ball]
[Wind Arrow]
[Sand Wall]

Meanwhile, Hermit Mishly Yasunas, a mage in the rear guard, was busy countering the enemy dark mage Yaira with four-element magic and providing support to the Hero and Shield Warrior with magic barriers.

Eldegard, an Elf archer and a wielder of water elemental magic, drew her short bow and began rapidly firing arrows from her quiver. This was because the number of Horned Wolves surrounding them was large.

And then, the Hero and the Shield Warrior encountered the enemy.

Simultaneously, the enemy’s target shifted from us to the intruding Hero Party, but some of the Horned Wolves continued to attack us. They were agile and difficult to catch. However, we also had experience fighting demons.

As the Horned Wolves approached, “Assy-kun” and “Crisky-kun” were terrified, while “Black Princess” and “White Princess” remained calm and composed, seemingly due to their trust in us.

The approaching Horned Wolves fell prey to the various attack magic of Elise and Shera, Elder Sister. The only one faltering was Dietlinde. Perhaps because her half-sister Edelgard was fighting nearby. She fought from a position that would be shadowed by Edelgard’s carriage. She also concealed her distinctive hair and Elven ears within her hood.

Dietlinde seemed to want to avoid meeting Edelgard at this location.

By the way, Edelea, wielding twin swords, and Swan Hilda, holding a shovel, were held in reserve as backup forces. It seems Swan Hilda had taken a liking to her shovel. The one she was currently equipped with was a gardening tool she picked up during a battle with the undead army, and she had asked Zwei to craft a new weapon for her.

Meanwhile, the Hero had decided on “Tododon the Pickled” as his opponent. He unleashed slashes imbued with the flames of the Holy Sword Calute, but it was difficult to inflict a fatal wound on Tododon, whose physical abilities were enhanced by magic.

And then the Shield Warrior was fighting “Jange the Sashimi.” Given the fact that Mizet’s body had been pickled, Johan had indeed found his nemesis. Well, when Johan had yelled his battle cry earlier, Jange had smirked meaningfully, which Johan had likely picked up on.

Meanwhile, Jaira, who was engaged in a magical duel with Hermit, unleashed attack magic with focused intent. Most of it was directed at the Hero Party, but occasionally, stray attacks or ricochets would come towards us. The exchange of attack magic was so intense that there was no room for anyone else to intervene.

“Will someone please defeat that demon woman?”

I yelled out, unable to bear it any longer.

9. The Princesses’ Frontline is Stormy ①
“Will someone please defeat that demon woman?”

I, who had been observing the flow of the battle between the demons and the Hero Party from above, asked the “Princess Harem” party members if anyone could defeat “Yaira the Meatbun.”

“Nn!”

Mai responded. With swift movements, she broke through the encirclement of Horned Wolves and disappeared into the surrounding forest. Sharon, who was next to me, waved her right hand in encouragement. It seemed she was completely in spectating mode.

Presumably, Mai intended to bypass the battlefield and launch a surprise attack from behind.

By the way, the Hero Party’s front and rear lines were completely separated. Normally, Lester the Cleric, who was also a sage, would issue commands, but Shield Warrior Johan Tozzot, consumed by his hatred for his lover being pickled, charged headlong, and his childhood friend, Hero Albert Sandia, followed him, making it impossible to strategize.

Lester the Cleric, his face contorted as if he had eaten bitter herbs, had deep wrinkles etched on his forehead. Still, he accurately healed his comrades with “Healing Magic” whenever they were injured. As expected of my past self. He possessed a seasoned charm, and with the right approach, he might have been popular with women… But reality was cruel, and he remained a virgin.

“As expected, water elemental spirit magic is the strongest. Still… Deetlinde, who was favored by fire spirits despite being a forest dweller (Elf), was a problem child who was a pyromaniac when she reached the age of reason. Though my foolish sister fell from a cliff and died…”

I reconfirmed the battle situation. Edelgard had stopped her short bow attacks and switched to water elemental spirit magic. She had likely run out of arrows. She probably used her arrows first to conserve mana. Incidentally, the [Water Cutter] from spirit magic, unlike normal water-elemental magic, could have its trajectory freely controlled. The necks of the Horned Wolves were being severed with a satisfying frequency.

“Elder Sister, you say whatever you want. Grrr…”

Dietlinde, who had been listening to Edelgard’s monologue, gnashed her teeth in frustration. Of course, she remained hidden behind the carriage, taking care not to be seen by Edelgard.

“You’re… pretty tough, aren’t you? Take this, my ultimate move, the ‘Phoenix Attack’! Hah, hah, hah… Die!!”

“Your pathetic attack… *Gahhh~~*”

Meanwhile, the battle between Hero Albert Sandia and “Tododon the Pickled” seemed to be heading for a stalemate, but the “Phoenix Attack,” which unleashed flaming sword energy, landed, and Tododon’s right arm was severed from the root. Although they were demons, they were cooks, so the Hero Party had the advantage in combat skills. With the loss of his right arm, Tododon’s movements became flawed.

The Hero, not one to miss an opportunity, seized it.

With a horizontal slash of the Holy Sword Calute, imbued with flames, Tododon’s abdomen was deeply cut. It seemed the strike targeted the moment his physical functions, enhanced by magic, faltered due to the shock of losing a limb. Then, the Hero mercilessly swung his sword back and severed his head.

Looking next to him, Shield Warrior Johan Tozzot was fighting “Jange the Sashimi.” Jange was lanky and abnormally tall. He fought by forming blades with magic on his long limbs. Jange’s reach was longer than Johan’s, so the Shield Warrior seemed to be struggling to attack.

“Johan, shall I help you?”

“This is my prey. Don’t interfere.”

The Hero, unable to bear it, offered to help the Shield Warrior, but Johan refused. It seemed his resentment over Mizet’s body being pickled ran deeper than the ocean. Johan was blocking Jange’s slashes from his arms with his impenetrable shield. However, from another perspective, it was purely defensive. It was understandable that Hero Albert Sandia was worried. Still, he probably wanted to avenge Mizet himself.

Even so, the Shield Warrior using a heavy shield was likely to run out of stamina sooner. As his movements slowed, Jange made his move. He swung both arms wide and brought them down with force. If the shield’s impact was too much and Johan dropped it, he would lose. However, while enduring the momentum, he pushed the shield forward, forcefully breaking Jange’s stance.

“Mizet’s revenge! Die, you scoundrel!!”

“*Gahhh~~*”

The next moment, he swung the shield with great force and struck. No, the edge of the shield had been chipped and seemed to have become a blade, leaving a gash on Jange’s face, accompanied by a scream and fresh blood.

“Apologize in the afterlife!”

*Bang!* *Bang, bang, bang!!*

“Die! Die, die, die… Rot in hell!!”

*Bang, bang, bang, bang*

“Stop it already. He’s dead.”

“…Pant… Pant… Mizet! Were you watching?! I’ve avenged you!!”

Finally, he delivered a finishing blow to the top of Jange’s head with the flat of his shield. Jange’s head seemed to have caved in, spilling brains, and he appeared to have died. Still, Johan continued to strike him with his shield. The Hero, unable to bear it, stopped him, and the revenge play came to an end.

“Tododon the Pickled” and “Jange the Sashimi,” who had been flanking her, were defeated, and “Yaira the Meatbun” clearly became flustered.

“Hiiiii~~!”

Yaira shrieked and decided to flee before the Horned Wolves were all annihilated. At that moment, a gust of wind blew. In other words, as Yaira became hesitant, Mai, who had been waiting for an opportunity, launched a surprise attack. The blades of the short swords wielded by Mai buried themselves into Yaira’s left breast. In other words, Yaira’s heart was crushed. And the blades of the short swords, albeit slightly, harbored Holy Aura. This seemed to have been the fatal blow.

Yaira collapsed, her eyes rolling back, blood mixed with frothy blood spewing from her mouth.

“Big breasts must be destroyed! ♪”

“Nn ♪”

“Kirika… Mai… what terrifying girls…”

Kirika, a fellow wearer of small breasts who appeared from behind me, gave a thumbs-up with her right hand, and Mai responded with the same gesture. However, someone was pale with fright at this turn of events. It was Elise, a big-breasted woman who had been assassinated by the same method before. In any case, the demons who had tried to attack us were all annihilated.

Thus, the battle with the demons ended anticlimactically.

However, a different problem arose. The Hero Party seemed to be interested in us, “Princess Harem.” Until now, we had been checking their movements on the Hero’s Special Bulletin Board at the Adventurer Guild to avoid encountering them… The death of Mizet was a special factor that moved the Hero Party, who should have been in the Southern Nations, to the Western Nations.

Furthermore, Lester the Cleric’s memories were inexplicably vague, and I couldn’t avoid this situation.

“Are any of you injured!? And what’s with this mysterious group wearing strange masks? They look like an adventurer party at first glance, but there’s only one boy and the rest are women and children… Is this the rumored Harem Party!? And you’ve gathered everyone from flat-chested girls to busty women, how unrestrained, or rather, you have no conviction regarding ‘breasts’.”

Hero Albert Sandia, his battle over, approached us and spoke. However, I was angry that he had insulted the proud ‘garden of breasts’ that bloomed in a riot of colors, but now was not the time to act on it.

“Thank you very much for saving us. Fortunately, none of my companions are injured.”

I replied as the Party Leader of “Princess Harem.”

“Hero, don’t be deceived. That brat is a low-level slave trader, and the other women are sex slaves for sale!”

At that moment, Lester the Cleric, who had noticed the symbol of the Raymond Trading Company—a stylized cherry blossom mark—on the crest of the carriage I was riding, interjected.

“Sex slaves from a slave trader?! Is that true, old man Les?”

“The pattern on the door of that carriage belongs to a major slave trader. This means they’re probably traveling to sell sex slaves disguised as adventurers. They’re disguised as adventurers to avoid bandits. You there, boy, isn’t that right?”

At Lester the Cleric’s explanation, the expressions of the Heroes grew stern. Especially the women, who wore looks of disgust, as if they were looking at something filthy. They were of noble birth and glared at the mention of sex slaves like snakes and vipers. It seemed necessary to clear up the misunderstanding immediately.

“Cleric, that is a misunderstanding. We are genuine adventurers. We are party members of the adventurer party ‘Princess Harem’.”

Before I could retort, Elise, the Sub-Leader, preempted me with her rebuttal. By the way, Lyushenne, the other Sub-Leader, seemed busy restraining Liliana, who was a fan of heroes.

Furthermore, Elise’s waist was slender.

This meant she was wearing her fated waist nipper. She wasn’t wearing it by choice. It was an act born from the fear that other ladies, like Viscountess Yaguzka, might be watching. It was comical in a way that the usually overbearing Elise feared her elder sisters, but for Elise herself, it was a matter of life and death.

” ‘Princess Harem’!? What disrespectful naming!!”

The moment the name ‘Princess Harem’ left Elise’s lips, Edelgard, leading the charge, displayed an aura of fury that could pierce the heavens. They then looked at Elise with pity.

“For lowly sex slaves, the title of ‘Princess’ might be a distant dream, but for us, who are princesses, it is extremely unpleasant.”

Edelgard, a currently reigning princess, dismissed them with disdain.

“What might I call you? By the way, my name is Elise Lisha Umb Portland. I am the third princess and Crown Princess of the Kingdom of Portland.”

In response, Elise slowly removed the Valkyrie-shaped mask and introduced herself. Elise, with her slightly severe but beautiful face, smiled. Normally, her “protuberant belly” would have ruined the moment, but the fear of her sisters had led her to wear the waist nipper, which proved to be a “stitch in time.”

” I don’t know the Kingdom of Portland, but… Regardless, you’re quite shameless to call yourself a Crown Princess. However… as a courtesy, I shall also reveal my name. My name is Edelgard Tinde Tintar, the fourth princess and Crown Princess of the Tintaal Kingdom.”

In response to Elise, Edelgard introduced herself.

“My name is Froggis Yunker Sauzen. I was the fifth princess of the Kingdom of Sauzen.”

“My name is Hermit Mishly Yasunas. I was the second princess of the Duchy of Yasunas.”

Following Edelgard, Froggis and Hermit also introduced themselves.

“You all claim to be royalty? I believe the Kingdom of Sauzen and the Duchy of Yasunas were small countries located in the plains of the Southern Nations… Weren’t they both annexed by the Kingdom of Sazania?”

Elise seemed to know about the situation of the Kingdom of Sauzen and the Duchy of Yasunas. Incidentally, when she mentioned the Kingdom of Sazania, I glanced at Shera, Elder Sister, with playful eyes, but she pretended not to notice. However, her three fox tails were tense. It was truly a case of “hiding the head and leaving the tail exposed,” and Elise seemed to be satisfied.

“You seem to know about my homeland, the Kingdom of Sauzen, but I… have never heard of the Kingdom of Portland.”

“Princess Froggis, the Kingdom of Portland, like our homeland, was a small mountainous country in the Southern Nations, located in the Ala-bus Mountains. I recall that small country was also destroyed by the Kingdom of Sazania.”

Froggis did not know about the Kingdom of Portland, but her colleague Hermit did.

“For a princess of a small country to fall into being a sex slave… It’s a world of difference compared to us who were invited to join the Hero Party. Still, what vulgar breasts.”

We had returned to square one. Edelgard maintained her haughty demeanor. She even went so far as to mock Elise’s large breasts. At that moment, Freya, who was standing behind Elise, muttered softly. If my ears were correct, she seemed to say “Elise, Princess of Arabus.” However, Elise’s face was a refined, beautiful girl’s face, so it didn’t quite fit.

Even Freya, it seemed, couldn’t find inspiration for a new song from this.

10. The Princesses’ Frontline is Stormy ②
“It seems the Sub-Leader is also having a hard time.”

At that moment, Dietlinde stepped forward as if making a grand entrance.

“You… are an Elf. But to dye your hair like an Elven royal? What an act that fears no god! And what’s with your chest!! You’ve padded it to make it look bigger! It’s an act that smudges the dignity of Elves!”

Upon seeing Dietlinde’s appearance, Edelgard became enraged. Dietlinde had revealed her distinctive hair and ears, which she had hidden in her hood until now. This was probably because she had decided to confront her half-sister.

“It’s been a while since we’ve met… Isn’t it harsh to speak like that, Elder Sister?”

“I have no reason to be called ‘Elder Sister’ by a counterfeit like you.”

Dietlinde’s words seemed to pour fuel on the fire, and Edelgard flew into a rage.

“You don’t recognize me…”

Dietlinde, forcing a wry smile, removed the Valkyrie-shaped mask, seeming to prolong the suspense.

“N-no! You (Dietlinde) should have fallen off a cliff and died…”

“Unfortunately, I am alive. It’s true that I was targeted for assassination by your sympathizers, but…”

“Dietlinde is alive. But I can’t accept you wearing breast pads just to hide your identity. Elven maidens take pride in their small breasts.”

Upon revealing her face, Edelgard recognized Dietlinde, but she still couldn’t accept her chest size.

“My large breasts are not fake! Elder Sister, I will specially allow you to touch my breasts. Furthermore, I am no longer just an Elf. I am a ‘High Elf’ with dazzling large breasts.”

” ‘High Elf’!? That’s nonsense, and your chest trickery will all be exposed.”

Then Edelgard approached Dietlinde and casually grabbed her large breasts over her clothes.

*Monyu, monyu, mogyu, mogyu*

“…Ahh… Ahh♡ Ah, Elder Sister… Don’t squeeze so hard.”

“This sensation is!? It’s real large breasts??”

Overcome with shock, Edelgard slumped down.

“N-no! It’s definitely a lie!! I’ll expose this trickery!!”

Edelgard revived shortly after, but she didn’t doubt that her large breasts were a deception.

“May I touch them directly!?”

“I don’t particularly feel like it… But if it’s Elder Sister Edelgard’s earnest wish, I cannot refuse.”

Then, Dietlinde unbuttoned the second and third buttons of her adventurer’s clothes, revealing a generously bulging cleavage from the opening of her clothes.

“Is this sorcery or illusion…?”

*Monyu, monyu, monyu, monyu, monyu*

“…An♡ Ahh… Elder Sister… Ahh… Don’t squeeze so hard, I told you.”

“Th-this soft yet warm sensation… it is undoubtedly real large breasts.”

Having confirmed Dietlinde’s large breasts, Edelgard was in a state of stunned disbelief.

“Elder Sister, after completing the ‘Purification of the Purple Impurity’ and becoming an adult Elf, it is impossible, but the princesses you bear are also ‘Ambassadors of Breasts’. If I assist them, they can be guided to become ‘High Elves’ with large breasts. And in the near future, the Tintaal Kingdom will be ruled by ‘High Elves’.”

“…Is that possible!?”

“Of course. Moreover, the title ‘High Elf’ is recognized even by the gods, so it is no exaggeration to say it is the law of nature.”

“But don’t all men like small breasts?”

“Elder Sister… Many of them are secretly fond of large breasts.”

“N-no…”

“Please compose yourself, Lady Edelgard. The original point was whether they had fallen into being sex slaves, not about Elven large breasts or ‘High Elves’.”

At this point, Froggis, sensing Edelgard was losing ground, interjected.

“Indeed… you foolish sister. Have you fallen into slavery?”

“Elder Sister is stubborn. And you think I look like a slave… your eyes are blinded.”

Edelgard remained stubbornly resistant, and Dietlinde gave up.

“Then, I will take over the persuasion.”

“Who is it now? This girl also has overflowing large breasts! What a distasteful party.”

Liliana stepped forward to continue the persuasion after Dietlinde. Tirna was waiting behind her. It was probably to prevent the hero-loving Liliana from going berserk.

“Who are you…”

“Then, I will introduce myself. My name is Liliana Emilia Yangas.”

“N-no!”

“Please compose yourself, Lady Edelgard.”

“To be flustered by such a lewd busty girl.”

Edelgard was speechless at Liliana’s introduction. However, Froggis and Hermit remained unaffected. This meant that Edelgard knew of Liliana, while Froggis and Hermit did not? Seeing their subdued reaction to the introduction, Liliana slowly removed her Valkyrie-shaped mask.

” ‘The Sorrowful Azure Moon Princess’…”

“Beautiful…”

Edelgard unconsciously uttered Liliana’s epithet. Come to think of it, the Tintaal Kingdom belonged to the Western Nations, so it was unlikely she wouldn’t know Liliana, the belle of the social season. On the other hand, Froggis, a country bumpkin from the Southern Nations, seemed to be captivated by Liliana’s ephemeral beauty.

“I am the first princess and Crown Princess of the Yangas Kingdom.”

“…What a beautiful girl… Her noble aura shines like a halo…”

This time the shock was greater, and Edelgard, followed by Froggis, seemed to have fallen.

“There’s something strange about this group. I’ll expose their true colors!”

Now, only Hermit was showing spirit. Incidentally, the Hero, Shield Warrior, and Lester the Cleric maintained a non-interventionist attitude towards the women’s battle. Perhaps they had suffered painful experiences in the past. They watched the proceedings, but their confusion was deep.

“I don’t know the Kingdom of Yangas!”

Cornered, Hermit blurted out.

“Hermit, you are too unfamiliar with the affairs of high society. The Kingdom of Yangas, you know, was a great power in the Western Nations, second only to the Espana Imperial Kingdom and the Wahl Imperial Kingdom!”

“Lies!”

Edelgard admonished Hermit. Hermit was struck dumb by her words.

“…But Lady Edelgard, isn’t it strange that royalties keep appearing here disguised as adventurers? We could understand if it were a Hero Party…”

Still, Hermit argued with Edelgard.

“They say the main act appears later.”

Then Lyushenne, who had just been appointed Sub-Leader of ‘Princess Harem,’ stepped forward.

“Another busty woman. But what strange bell-shaped huge breasts.”

Upon seeing Lyushenne, Hermit made a sarcastic remark. In contrast, Edelgard’s face drained of color. Edelgard clearly knew Lyushenne’s true identity.

“Having large breasts doesn’t make you great. Who are you!?”

It seemed that Hermit, again plagued by her inferiority complex about small breasts, attacked Lyushenne.

“Hermit, any further insults will bring you ruin. And speaking of which… Froggis and Hermit, you have no knowledge of upper-class etiquette.”

“What do I not know, Lady Edelgard?”

“That’s right! Lady Edelgard. Whose side are you on!”

Froggis and Hermit became emotional at Edelgard’s attitude. Edelgard also seemed irritated by the country bumpkins from the Southern Nations.

“I will introduce myself as well.”

Then Lyushenne also removed her Valkyrie-shaped mask, revealing her beautiful and elegant face.

“My name is Lyushenne Silveria Wahl. I am the Sub-Leader of ‘Princess Harem’ alongside Elise, and the fourth princess of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom.”
“Ice and Flame’s Beautiful Princess”…”

This time, Edelgard murmured Ly’s epithet. In response, Ly stared at Edelgard and the others with cold, ice-blue eyes.

“Is it real?”

Froggis refuted her.

“It’s undoubtedly real. Those noble, large breasts are characteristic of a Wahl princess.”

“Ugh… I humbly apologize.”

Froggis turned pale, dropping to one knee.

“To think that even a princess herself would grace us with her presence…”

Edelgard then dropped to one knee, offering her respects as a vassal. The atmosphere (nyuma) instantly spread to all the Hero Party members, and they prostrated themselves, led by Hero Albert Sandia.

Currently, the Wahl Empire is said to have been destroyed by the Espana Imperial Kingdom, but if information about a surviving direct imperial princess were to spread, political instability would be inevitable. Offering flattery to such a noble person was a standard practice, a fundamental aspect of survival.

“We pay our respects to the most esteemed Princess…”

“I am also currently a wanderer. Stiff greetings are unnecessary.”

When Lester the Cleric, the oldest and wisest member of the Hero Party, attempted to speak to Ly, Ly stated that there was no need to be so formal.

“Then why are you dressed as an adventurer, Your Highness!?”

“I cannot disclose the specifics, but we are acting based on prophecy.”

“In other words… the will of the gods?”

“Yes. But please, do not speak of this to anyone.”

“Of course, we understand. By the way, judging by your course, you are heading for the city of Karamiya. Would you grant the Hero Party permission to escort you?”

“You may accompany us.”

Ly’s decisive judgment allowed the Hero Party to accompany them to the city of Karamiya.
The city of Karamiya should be just beyond this forest, so the Hero Party will likely return to the front lines of the battle against the demonkin the next day.

And then, we, the “Princess Harem,” and the Hero Party proceeded towards the city of Karamiya together, sharing a boat, as it were.

We were generally traveling by carriage, while the Hero Party walked. However, because we had left companions in the former Viscount Marquis Bottox’s hideout, there were vacant seats. In the end, the three female members, Edelgard, Froggis, and Hermit, rode in the carriage.

The three male members, on the other hand, accompanied the carriage. The swift Hero and the Shield Swordsman followed without any issues. However, Lester the Cleric would have a difficult time, and he seemed to be enduring it stoically. Or perhaps, for a virgin like him, being in a carriage filled with only girls was an unbearable environment.

Meanwhile, Dietlinde, who had been captured by Edelgard, was being interrogated about something… What was she asking? Although they were half-sisters, and with the prying eyes of others around, no torture devices were used, Dietlinde seemed to be breaking out in a cold sweat.

As we exited the forest, the castle walls of Karamiya came into view.

In the distance, the Akan Kagya mountain range formed a majestic landscape. I once again took the reins of the carriage. I didn’t want to be approached by Lester the Cleric. Liliana sat next to the driver’s seat. Liliana’s objective was to observe the condition of Albert Sandia, the current prophesied hero.

According to Liliana’s explanation, the Akan Kagya mountain range was named after the goddess Kagya tried to create steep mountains by descending from heaven, but the subordinate gods around her said, “That place is no good, Princess Kaguya!” Eventually, the stubborn goddess Kagya created the mountains as planned, according to a myth.

Furthermore, a valley at the foot of the Akan Kagya mountain range was given a dubious name: Chomechome Valley. The end of the valley, reminiscent of a woman’s legs, apparently had a landscape like a female genitalia (vagina). Moreover, because a thick stone pillar pierces the part corresponding to the vagina opening, it is said to be a sacred site with potent blessings regarding sex (sex) and childbirth.

However, according to Liliana’s interpretation, Chomechome Valley might be a remnant of a battle between gods and demons in ancient times. The truth is unknown, but considering that the battle was so fierce that it parted seas and split lands, it seemed plausible.

At the usual gate, Espana soldiers were stationed, but thanks to Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas, the daughter of the provisional governor, and Hero Albert Sandia’s intercession, we passed through without any checks. Glenda seemed to have had a sufficient conversation with Alicia and returned after we passed through the gate.

However, the Hero Party decided to stay at the same inn as us. And it was Edelgard, leading other female members, who suggested this. I had a bad feeling about this…

11. Hal’s Agony and Lester the Cleric’s Dark History ①

As we moved through the streets of Karamiya, I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, served as the driver of the leading carriage, but I felt like I was on pins and needles. This was because I was exposed to the eyes and ears of Hero Albert Sandia, Shield Swordsman Johan Todd, and Lester Adamon, my previous incarnation as a clergyman, who were accompanying the carriage.

Johan, the Shield Swordsman, who avenged his lover, Miss Mizet Ozman, simply followed with high spirits, but the gazes directed at me by Hero Albert Sandia and Lester the Cleric were painful.

Those were clearly gazes of jealousy.

They say men’s jealousy is ugly, but in the case of Hero Albert Sandia, he was probably secretly proud of the three princesses belonging to the Hero Party. However, since the party members of the “Princess Harem” were overwhelmingly superior in both quality and number, his pride as a hero was on the verge of collapse, or rather, he was in a precarious state.

As for my previous incarnation, Lester the Cleric, since he was a virgin, he could not forgive me for having so many beautiful women around me. It was probably too much stimulation for Lester the Cleric.

Meanwhile, inside the carriage, it was a realm of monsters. It was truly a chaotic situation that embodied “Don’t mix.” Princess Edelgard Tinde Tintar, the Fourth Princess, a former royal, Princess Froggis Yanker Saunzen, the Fifth Princess, and Princess Hermit Mishly Yasunas, the Second Princess, were all gathered and having a grand time.

My state of mind was “A wise man stays away from danger.”

Then, we entered the inn district of Karamiya and searched for an inn to stay at, but we avoided places with large bathhouses. This was because if there were large bathhouses, Elise would have eagerly challenged us to a bathhouse duel. Nevertheless, we found an inn that offered a certain level of prestige and security and decided to stay there.

We checked in amidst the hustle and bustle, and after dinner and bathing, we finally had a moment to relax.

*Knock, knock, knock*

“Dietlinde?! The door is unlocked, so come in.”

As the night deepened, there was a knock on the door of my bedroom. This meant my assigned partner for the night had arrived. It was supposed to be Dietlinde’s turn tonight.

“Hal-sama, tonight I would like you to embrace Edelgard-nee-ue and two others as a bonus… Is that alright?”

“I don’t mind, but what happened?”

“Actually, Nee-ue questioned me about various things~ I remained silent, but Kirika, who was sitting next to me, perhaps out of solidarity for fellow flat-chested companions, revealed the matter of the ‘Lucky Penis.’ Apparently, the Hero Party recently lost two companions in a fierce battle in the Southern Nations. Therefore, they are desperate to cling to any straw to survive. So, I would like you to embrace my sister as well, and others…”

“Understood.”

“Thank you.”

Dietlinde brought Edelgard and the others and then withdrew. Left behind were Princess Edelgard Tinde Tintar, the Fourth Princess, former Princess Froggis Yanker Saunzen, the Fifth Princess, and former Princess Hermit Mishly Yasunas, the Second Princess.

These three, who had been haughty and unattainable to Lester the Cleric, were now blushing slightly, which was very alluring. I looked at the three of them again.

First was Edelgard, a royal of the Elves. Edelgard was wearing a light blue negligee, but her hair was distinctive. It was a beautiful gradation from blonde to emerald to sapphire. Edelgard’s hair was originally blonde but had been dyed by the power of a water spirit she contracted with, just as Dietlinde’s hair had been dyed by a fire spirit.

Her deep blue eyes held profound wisdom, and her face, with its strong will, was dignified. However, with a more slender bone structure and less flesh than humans, she gave the strong impression of a swift forest dweller. She was a princess who exuded the majesty of the next queen of the Tintaal Kingdom.

However, Edelgard, who appeared in the bedroom, exuded a faint allure.

It was an expression my past self, Lester the Cleric, did not know. Perhaps this was the face she made when she was summoned to Hero Albert Sandia’s chambers. It was an expression dyed in lust that I had never seen before. Of course, being an elf maiden, her breasts were flat and small…

Next, I looked at Froggis, standing behind Edelgard. She was wearing a light pink negligee. She was a beautiful woman with glossy black bobbed hair. She wasn’t a true beautiful girl but rather an elegant woman who belonged to the category of atmospheric beauties, and she seemed a little nervous. She was of medium build and height, with slightly developed small breasts.

At the same time, I recalled Froggis’s fate of being impaled, but the current Froggis was a vibrant maiden.

Finally, I looked at Hermit. Hermit was wearing a light yellow negligee. The three of them were wearing the same design because it was provided by the inn. Hermit was a cool beauty with short blue hair and blue eyes. On the other hand, she was petite and had small breasts. Looking at them, it seemed to reflect Hero Albert Sandia’s sexual preferences.

“Please take care of me tonight.”

Edelgard was the first to speak.

“Even though Kirika’s story about the ‘Lucky Penis’ might just be a rumor, you’ve decided to allow yourselves to be intimate so readily.”

“Th-that is because… there are too many royal daughters in the ‘Princess Harem.’ And inferring from their attitudes, we concluded that it was true.”

Froggis answered my question.

“Time is precious. No more questions!”

*Smack!*

Sensing that the conversation with me would continue, Edelgard initiated a kiss (deep kiss).

She cupped my cheeks with her palms and pressed her lips against mine, thrusting her tongue in. Edelgard, proud of her royal status, should have only granted her body to the Hero.

*Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp*

We passionately kissed (deep kiss), exchanging saliva. This time, the petite Hermit approached and casually pulled down the pajama pants I was wearing. She then reached for my panties and pulled them down all at once. Was the bedroom transforming from an exchange party to a free-for-all party? Even so, Edelgard and I were still in the midst of communion.

“My! What a cute little thing!”

Hermit exclaimed in a playful tone. My penis (ochinchin) was still not erect, so it was small, but I didn’t know if they would collapse from shock when it became erect. Even so, Hermit was this bold.

Next, Froggis approached and unbuttoned my pajamas from behind. Soon, I was stripped naked.

“You’ve done it now!”

“Offense is the best defense.”

When I complained, Hermit retorted. The three members of the Hero Party seemed to be adept at teamwork. If this continued, I could only see a future where I would be drained of my semen (semen). This was the time to show my dignity as a man.

“Line up and stand at attention. Starting with the one closest to me, I will have sex with you one by one. The harem play will be a treat for afterward.”

“You are being disrespectful to us royals.”

Hermit retorted at my words.

“I can’t help it. I’m only one person, and there are three of you. My hands and my penis (ochinchin) are not enough. Besides, when I truly make love, I want to make love to each person individually. The Hero Party will likely return to the battlefield tomorrow, right? This is our only chance tonight, so please cooperate.”

“We have no choice.”
“It’s embarrassing at first… but I don’t want to end it either.”
“I’ll save face for my younger sister.”

And so, Hermit, Froggis, and Edelgard lined up in that order.

“Well then, your first partner is Hermit-sama.”

“Please be gentle…”

Being naked, I approached Hermit, swaying my penis (ochinchin) – *sway, sway*. Hermit closed her pale blue eyes and waited. She seemed to be enduring the shame, clenching her fists. But I, who was swaying my penis (ochinchin), was even more embarrassed. Therefore, my penis (ochinchin) remained shrunken.

“…Ah… *pant pant*… *hiss*… *whimper*♡ …H-hello…”

When I stood before the petite Hermit, I caressed her breasts through her light yellow negligee. Hermit’s breasts might be considered small, but they felt soft, as female bodies do. And by gathering the surrounding flesh, I could faintly feel a bulge in my palm.

I gently massaged her breasts in circular motions, caressing (petting) them. As is often said, Hermit’s small breasts were also highly sensitive, and she let out faint moans mixed with hot sighs.

And even through the negligee, I realized her nipples had become erect.

“I’m going to take this off for a moment.”

“…*Hiss*… Ahhh♡ I think I’m feeling it~~~”

Hermit seemed to be highly sensitive and was already moaning at the caress of her breasts. By the way, Froggis and Edelgard, who were waiting for their turn, were blushing red and fidgeting. They also seemed to be aroused just by Hermit’s lustful moans.

Then I unbuttoned the negligee, revealing Hermit’s breasts. Hermit’s breasts were just a slight protrusion, but her pale pink areolae were beautiful. And her nipples, in a painful state of erection, were visible.

*Nibble, lick, lick, lick, lick*

I gently bit her right nipple and licked it with my tongue.

“Don’t bite meee~~~!”

Even so, after I sucked both nipples until they were bright red and engorged, Hermit’s legs gave out. I lent Hermit my shoulder and had her sit on the edge of the bed.

“Now, for the crotch area. Come on, spread your legs.”

“I’m embarrassed in front of everyone…”

Hermit, now embarrassed, tried to close her legs, but as I spread them repeatedly, her resistance weakened. Then, lifting the hem of her negligee, I discovered she was wearing mature black panties. As Hermit is petite and often mistaken for being younger than her actual age, she probably wears mature underwear for special occasions.

*Rub, rub, rub, rub*

“N-no! Th-that’s not allowed~~~. No! …Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh…”

When I rubbed her labia through her black panties, Hermit became incredibly agitated and enjoyed it. At the same time, the strength in her legs, which were trying to close, weakened. Her spread crotch, though hidden by black panties, was becoming quite wet.

*Gurgle, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle*

“…Like this… *pant*… being rubbed… I—!”

Hermit was in great agitation, so I moved the black panty fabric to the side to see her female genitalia (vagina) directly. Above her labia were blue curly hairs. Her clitoris glans was erect, and love juice was overflowing from the slit endlessly.

Foreplay seems to be sufficient.

My penis (ochinchin) was also erect, and I was fully prepared. Normally, I would need to loosen and dilate the vagina opening, but since it had been developed by the Hero, it seemed I could insert it as is.

“Then I will insert it.”

*Plop, squish, squish, squish*

“A strong *thing* is in my vagina…”

Hermit’s vagina swallowed my penis (ojinchin) to its base without much resistance. Currently, the urethral opening is in contact with the cervix.

“Then, let’s move!”

“Please… come.”

*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust*

“…Ahhh… Ahhh… It’s… thicker than the Hero-sama’s…”

I changed positions and gradually increased my speed, finally thrusting at maximum speed.

*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust*
*Slap, slap, slap, slap*

“AhhhhhhHAAHHH HAAHHH… I’m… coming… I’m coming… I’m coming~~~!”

“Now, receive my semen (semen)!”

*Gush!*

And, as usual, I ejaculated at the moment Hermit reached her climax (orgasm). Hermit was relaxed with a satisfied expression. Semen (semen) spilled from her crotch. I secretly cast ‘Washing Magic’ for cleanup and then headed towards Froggis, the second person.

12. Hal’s Agony and Lester the Cleric’s Dark History ②

“Well then, Froggis-sama, shall we make love?”

“I… am embarrassed…”

Froggis’s face was flushed red, but she seemed to have already become aroused by watching the intimacy with Hermit. Looking at the chest area of her light pink negligee, I could see the swelling of her erect nipples. So, I suddenly pinched her erect nipples with my fingertips and rubbed them – *grind, grind*. I controlled my strength, so it probably didn’t hurt.

*Grind, grind, grind, grind*

“You’re touching my nipples… *pant*… Ah♡ No… My nipples are sensitive… I—!”

It seems I’d caressed (petting) Froggis’s sensitive spot, and she immediately collapsed. Froggis was breathing heavily but seemed to have already reached a mild climax (orgasm). She lay on the floor of the bedroom, but since the floor was covered with a long-haired carpet, it probably didn’t hurt.

So I lifted the hem of her negligee.

Indeed, Froggis was wearing alluring string panties. The fabric in the crotch area was minimal, and the base of her thighs was clearly visible. It was adult underwear that only hid her female genitalia (vagina), wasn’t it? Was it a custom for the Hero Party girls to wear panties for special occasions? Or was it the Hero’s preference…

*Drip*

When I removed the crotch area, I confirmed her wet labia. Just in case, I opened them and saw her wet vagina opening moving with a lewd quiver like a fish out of water, beckoning me. I cast a special ‘Healing Magic’ on my penis (ochinchin), and it penetrated Froggis’s already ready vagina.

“This vagina is also warm and has good tightness, a truly excellent female organ.”

Froggis’s vagina accepted my penis (ochinchin) without much resistance. And when I inserted it all the way, Froggis sat up and embraced me.

*Slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp*

And Froggis initiated a passionate kiss (deep kiss).

I changed my position, freeing my hips, and began thrusting while kissing and moving my hips.

*Thrust, thrust, thrust, thrust*

“…*Pant*… *Pant*… No! …No…”

*Squish, squish, squish, squish*

“Ahhh, Ahhh♡ So deep… and strong… Ahhh, Ahhh…”

After I started thrusting, the secretion of love juice seemed to increase, and wet sounds echoed in the bedroom. Froggis was also moaning in my arms. Since Froggis wields a mace in combat, I thought she might be muscular, but in reality, she had the soft body of a maiden.

*Squish, squish, squish, squish*
*Slap, slap, slap, slap*

“Ahhh, Ahhh♡ I’m… going~~~!”

“Then, Froggis-sama, please receive it too~~~!”

*Gush!*

After I thrust at maximum speed for a while, Froggis reached her climax (orgasm). Like Hermit, I ejaculated. Froggis also collapsed on the floor. I again performed cleanup with ‘Washing Magic,’ then stood up and approached the last person, Edelgard.

“…Pathetic. To reach climax (orgasm) so easily! Isn’t she like a ‘lightweight’ at this rate?!”

Edelgard, who had been aroused with Froggis just moments ago, was now furious, her face bright red. It seemed she was annoyed that I handled Hermit and Froggis so easily. Her haughty personality was still intact. I felt a mischievous urge to take advantage of that attitude.

“Edelgard-sama, thank you for waiting.”

“Hmph.”

Edelgard replied arrogantly, but her hips were slightly withdrawn. This was because behind me, Hermit and Froggis, relaxed and dazed, lay in an indecent open-legged posture.

“Let me say this first: I am not easily satisfied like they were.”

Edelgard seemed to be putting on a brave front. That’s precisely why she’s worth bringing down.

“Then, allow me.”

I caressed Edelgard’s shoulders, chest, and abdomen through her light blue negligee, then moved down to her crotch area. Then, while drawing Edelgard’s attention to her lower body, I pushed aside her beautiful hair and exposed her elven ears. I quickly brought my face closer and gently bit her earlobe before licking it.

*Munch, munch. Munch, munch. Munch, munch, lick, lick, lick, lick, lick*

“S-stop! My ears are… *pant*… they’re really not… Ahhh♡ Ahhh♡ Noooo!”

After gently biting, I licked her ear, and Edelgard screamed. This was because elven ears were erogenous zones, comparable to the clitoris glans. Edelgard’s legs gave out, and she sat on the floor, panting heavily and moaning. Her previous vigor had disappeared.

“You shouldn’t just sit there like that.”

So, I wrapped my arms around Edelgard’s abdomen, lifted her, and sat her on a sofa in the reception set placed by the wall. The reception set was a luxurious item covered in black leather. Incidentally, I lifted her legs and placed them on the armrests on either side, forcing her into an open-legged position. Then, I lifted the hem of her light blue negligee.

As it turned out, Edelgard was not wearing panties.

Well, it was an elven attitude, loving nature. In fact, Dietlinde also loved sleeping naked. Of course, she wore underwear, including panties, for her night duty, but that was because I liked undressing others. For the same reason, surely Edelgard wasn’t wearing panties.

With her legs spread and the hem of her negligee lifted, Edelgard’s intimate parts were completely visible. Beneath her pubic mound were golden curly hairs, and love juice was dripping from the slit of her labia. It seemed Edelgard was also in a state of sexual arousal.

*Drip, drip, drip, drip, gurgle, gurgle*

With my right hand, I inserted my middle finger into her vagina and kneaded it.

“…N-no, I don’t want it… Ahhh♡ No… Ahhh, Ahhh, Ahhh, Hyaaaahhh!”

Edelgard, who had been listless after reaching a mild climax (acme) from the caress of her elven ears, cried out in pleasure as her vagina was kneaded. Ignoring her, I continued kneading somewhat forcefully, and her clitoris began to erect. At the same time, there was a flood of love juice. Splashes flew onto the black leather.

With the fingertips of my left hand, I also massaged her clitoris.

*Knead, knead, knead, knead, splish, splosh, splosh, splosh*
*Gush, gush, gush, gush, gush*

With her vagina and clitoris being stimulated simultaneously, Edelgard went wild with pleasure. The intense moans from her crotch were also very effective.

“Th-that’s not allowed~~~. No, no… I can’t hold back anymore… Aaaaahhh!”

*Pshhh, Shararaaaaaa*

And Edelgard ejaculated copiously (splashed).

A large amount of vaginal fluid sprayed out, and a puddle and the unique smell of urine spread throughout the bedroom on the black leather.

“I told you to stop…”

I flipped the exhausted Edelgard over and made her assume a prone position. Then, I slowly spread her legs, revealing the perineum and vulva leading to the small cleft of her buttocks. Continuing, I grabbed her buttocks with both hands and spread them apart.

This pulled and spread her outer labia, further exposing the entrance to her vagina and vaginal walls. What a lewd sight. Naturally, I aimed my re-erected penis (ochinchin) and began insertion. Edelgard’s wet vagina swallowed my penis (ochinchin) without much resistance.

“Then I will move.”

“I don’t want to be a ‘lightweight’—!”

As this was the third person, I thrust at full speed from the start.

*Gush, gush, gush, gush*
*Slap, slap, slap, slap*

“Ahhh, Ahhh, I can’t take it anymore. I’m… coming~~~!”

Edelgard was already baring her ecstatic expression and moaning under me. With the initial full-speed thrusting, Edelgard quickly reached a profound climax (orgasm) and collapsed.

“Even though you’re cheeky, I’ll grant you this too.”

*Splat, Splot!*

Edelgard’s vagina was also in good condition, and I squeezed all my semen (semen) out of her until she was completely empty. However, the sense of accomplishment was immense. Exhausted from fulfilling my duty, I finally relaxed, but my penis (ochinchin) was still inside Edelgard’s vagina. Mustering my last strength, I pulled out my penis (ochinchin) and performed cleanup of the semen (semen) with ‘Washing Magic.’

“Are you satisfied now?!”

After a while, I checked with the three who had recovered.

“It felt very good. So… let’s have some harem play together.”

“I agree.”

“I can’t just be on the receiving end. It’s my turn for revenge!”

Then Froggis immediately responded, and Hermit and Edelgard agreed. I had to see the harem play through with all my might. At that moment, the bedroom door opened.

“If it’s harem play, I’ll participate too.”

It was Dietlinde, who had apparently been ‘waiting naked.’ Incidentally, the three girls were also naked, having worked up a sweat. Large breasts mingled among small and medium breasts.

“Speaking of which, Nee-ue has to take responsibility for the slander of ‘arsonist.’ Go get her!!”

“Tonight is also [released], yo.”

“I like big breasts, yo.”

Holy Spirit Serena and Flame Spirit Ka emerged from behind Dietlinde and made a beeline for Edelgard’s small breasts. They also seemed to be technicians at gathering and lifting, rubbing her slight bulges.

*Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub*
*Rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub, rub*

“Hyaaah~~! There are moths on my breasts!”

Edelgard panicked at the sudden ‘Old Man Attack.’

In the meantime, Dietlinde approached me, quickly stimulated my penis (ochinchin) to erect, sandwiched it between her breasts for a breast grind, and then took the jutting glans into her mouth for oral cleaning. She was showing this act of love to her elder sisters.

“How about it, Nee-ue? Small breasts can’t do this, right? But ‘High Elf’ can.”

After that, the Sex Spirit (ero) Old Man and Flame Spirit Ka, satisfied with the ‘Old Man Attack,’ departed. By the time the harem play ended, after a fierce scramble for positions, we were all asleep like logs from exhaustion.

However, I was different.

I silently endured a splitting headache, but at some point, my consciousness went dark.

The next morning, I had a dream, or rather, a glimpse of my past life memories.

After defeating Demon King Gandaro, Edelgard returned to the Tintaal Kingdom, married a handsome elf prince, and was working as queen, raising two children. For some reason, Dietlinde stayed at my home, and she was determined to invite the children of Edelgard to [High Elf] as ‘milk evangelists’ if they reached impurity.

Froggis was almost captured by the Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings during a battle, but she was narrowly saved by a knight clad in silver armor, thus surviving. Later, Froggis married that silver knight. Apparently, that knight was a prince of a certain kingdom connected to the Espana Imperial Kingdom. In a sense, it was a ‘royal marriage.’

Furthermore, Hermit almost died from magic depletion during a magic battle with the Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings, but was coincidentally rescued by the Shield Swordsman Johan, who was nearby. Johan, who was ennobled as a noble of the Espana Imperial Kingdom for his achievements in defeating Demon King Gandaro, married Hermit. By then, Miss Mizet Ozman, who had allowed me my first experience, had likely become a painful memory. Living a new life in love was a positive and joyous thing. In any case, Hermit seemed to have found happiness.

Meanwhile, the Hero also received his knighthood, but his search for a bride proved difficult. The reason for his failure was that he hadn’t secured a bride while forming the Hero Party. It was only natural that the value of a hero would plummet in a world that had returned to peace.

I had a strange dream, but I got ready and headed down to the dining hall.

Then, the joint breakfast meeting between the “Princess Harem” and the Hero Party began. According to Elise’s report, the Hero had attempted to sneak into Mai’s room last night. Elise’s guess was that he fell for Mai’s small breasts and wanted to recruit her into the Hero Party with his skill in defeating female demons. Of course, he also intended her to be his mistress.

However, Sister Shera had stood in his way and repelled him. Apparently, she had engaged him in a test of strength, grappling with him forcefully. Then, my eyes fell on Lester the Cleric, who had a sleep-deprived look on his face.

At that moment, I remembered everything.

The bedroom where we made love last night was directly below Lester the Cleric’s bedroom. Although this inn was supposed to be a high-class establishment with soundproofing, the chimney and decorative fireplace that extended to the roof acted as sound pipes, allowing lewd sounds to be heard clearly. What a pitfall. Lester the Cleric, uncharacteristically for his age, had masturbated.

He decided to brand this shameful event as a dark history and seal it in his memory. Conversely, I, who had remembered everything, felt refreshed… But immediately after, a messenger from the ‘Human-Demi-Human Allied Forces’ arrived, and the Hero Party returned to the battlefield.

Thank you for reading.
This completes the submission of episode 56.
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