The Halberd was lodged in the neck of the fallen Sand Dragon. Orietta swung her hammer with all her might.
“That’s a two-base hit! Keep it up, Home Run Batter!”
“What do you mean by a two-base hit?”
Don’t ask! Just hit it! It’s a golden opportunity. The Halberd Orietta slammed down tore through the outer hide and dug into the flesh, but it wasn’t a fatal wound.
“Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!”
If you’re going to steal my lines, do it accurately. She was hitting so fiercely that it was dangerous to get close to her Hammer; it was impossible to tell if she was hitting to embed the Halberd or hitting for the sake of hitting.
Like a dam breaking from a small crack, Orietta severed the Sand Dragon’s neck with her Halberd.
“It’s ‘Hah!'”
Orietta’s armored suit turned bright red with the abundant bleeding from the severed neck. The final “Hah!” landed on the blood-soaked ground and flew towards me.
“Captain, it’s done~. You’re covered in blood, did you get hurt?”
No, that’s not it. Fortunately, I’m unharmed. My right hand hurts a little. We remained calm, but those around us were not.
“Woohoo! We did it!”
“We defeated it. We actually did it!”
As people gathered around the severed neck to witness the slayer or the demise of the Sand Dragon, a storm of cheers began to erupt.
Well, I thought… there might be a situation here… Will the attention be drawn to me, covered in the battle’s blood and the giant hammer, or to Orietta?
Those who participated in the battle gathered around Orietta, cheering enthusiastically. Orietta seemed to be caught up in the moment, standing on her crimson-dyed armored suit and raising her right fist high into the air.
The cute Orietta in her pure white swimsuit must have looked like an angel. Gasps of admiration could be heard from the onlookers.
“It’s a dragon slayer.”
“A dragon killer.”
“Cute…”
I was completely sidelined, and it was like a championship baseball team celebrating around Orietta. If any of you get too carried away and try to lift Orietta for a celebration, I’ll kill you. It’s infuriating just to watch.
“…It’s over. Good work.”
In the crowd that had gathered from Koatotemites, Christine found me and spoke kindly. If it wasn’t for Orietta, we might not have won, but I made the first strike. I thought I deserved a little more acknowledgment.
Christine placed a light kiss on my cheek as I hung my head. As a simple person, I was content with that.
We can’t just celebrate. The North Gate of Koatotemites has been destroyed, and even about thirty percent of the Castle Wall has collapsed due to the magic stone. It will take so much manpower and money to repair this. The Lord has it tough.
The magic stones and materials from this Sand Dragon apparently belong to the Lord. In reality, since the White Lily Corps hunted it, I want at least ten percent as a reward. With that money, I’d buy new clothes and have Orietta wear something other than a swimsuit under her armored suit. She’s in the dark after all.
The survivors of Christine’s Army from Koatotemites and the Adventurers who later joined the fight have already begun dissecting the Sand Dragon, but is it okay to do that when Trolls and Orcs might still attack?
I wonder if tomorrow’s… or rather, today’s breakfast will be dragon steak. I’d like it cooked medium.
But where did the Trolls and Orcs go? I hope they were so terrified of the Sand Dragon that they fled back into the forest, but with monsters like Harpies who strategize, we can’t let our guard down. Since we can’t let our guard down, stop dissecting it.
I’ve been so busy lately that I’m sleep-deprived. The thought of what’s to come weighs heavily on me. I believe they award battle compensation based on the number of Orcs, considering one Orc as the baseline. How many times larger is the Sand Dragon than an Orc? … I don’t want to think about it.
Christine, Orietta, and I changed and returned to Koatotemites in Gothic Lolita attire. Orietta’s Alchemy summons can retrieve and dismiss giant hammers and armored suits, but where do they return to? Are there torture devices there too?
Until the dissection was complete and we returned to Koatotemites, Orietta kept her arms crossed and wouldn’t let go. Her wartime excitement was palpable, as she swayed and guided my hands to forbidden places.
This must also be part of the battle compensation. We returned to Koatotemites, drawing envious and jealous gazes from the Adventurers. …Christine’s gaze hurt the most.
After reporting to the commander at the North Gate, and being told to rest for the day, I finally managed to get some sleep, not that I could sleep, I was occupied with battle compensation for the two of them until noon, and in the end, I think I was doing it in my sleep.
Christine seemed to be surprisingly fond of Orietta’s white outfit… no, that’s not quite right. She seemed to notice me watching, and started saying she wanted to try it too. I’d love to say “Absolutely!” but I’ll keep the dark side of me hidden.
Mikael learned to “do it even while sleeping.”
Pros: Can sleep
Cons: If caught, you’ll get slapped twice.
“Ah… aah…hh! It fee…els… so… gooooood…!”
I wonder how long I’ve been thrusting my hips. Christine was sleeping naked beside me. Orietta’s small chest bounced with every thrust of my hips.
Enviable… Christine, who was sleeping soundly, was lying down, so her chest was pushed up, making her bust appear larger than usual.
Orietta was blindfolded, her hands bound, and tied to the bed. Now, even if I touched Christine’s chest, Orietta wouldn’t notice.
I gently reached out and touched her chest. It’s so soft… I’m worried I might wake her, but I want to touch it a little longer. I wonder where her nipples are, hidden by her arms. When I moved my arm, I found pink strawberries.
I want to lick them. That impulse is impossible while I’m inside Orietta. My body isn’t that flexible.
“The Captain’s… inside… make it… swirl…!”
No, no. I need to focus on Orietta. As I leaned in to lick her neck, I was enveloped in Orietta’s warmth. I’m starting to feel sleepy…
Christine is the weakest in the unit. Orietta is the strongest. I learned a little of what the Sand Dragon must have felt when its neck was severed by Orietta’s double-handed blows.
In the afternoon, I found a healer and had the swelling on my face and the pain in my neck treated, with only a slight lingering queasiness. Normally, the demon blood within me would heal minor injuries, but brain contusions are frightening.
Of the three shadows, Yuina, who went to Zivil Village, returned before noon. I hope Niina, who went to the Imperial Capital, and Shiina, who went to the rear city, arrive safely.
We were intending to help out at the North Gate, but as soon as we arrived, I heard people exclaiming “It’s a dragon slayer!” upon seeing Orietta.
People surrounded Orietta, asking for handshakes, and for a while, it was chaotic, but Christine’s efforts made everyone collapse to the ground.
My efforts seemed to have faded into Orietta’s shadow, but I’d be happy if Orietta now had a title.
There was someone waiting for us at the North Gate. A man. A servant from Koatotemites had come, saying the Lord wanted to meet me. If he’s going to call for me specifically, why didn’t he send a girl?
But it’s convenient. I wanted to meet him once and talk about this monster incident. Besides, if he wants to meet me, perhaps there’s a reward for defeating the Sand Dragon.
On the way to the Lord’s mansion, I asked the servant about him, but he was a man of few words and didn’t seem very approachable. It’s admirable that he’s so professional in not speaking ill of his employer, but maybe his reticence, beyond the initial purpose of our meeting, is due to shyness.
The streets of Koatotemites are deserted, looking so lonely it’s hard to believe it’s my first day here. Yet, there are still people remaining. Even though this place might be beyond saving now.
The Lord’s mansion is simple, with only an iron fence, looking like it could easily be knocked down. They clearly didn’t anticipate such an attack. With the Castle Wall in such a state, it’s better to flee than to make a last stand.
We passed through the mansion gates, hoping for a reward.
