Don’t think you can bully me forever!
The earth mage I requested. Our first meeting ended terribly. She must have thought I was a pervert, seeing as she’s still groaning in bed.
“Orietta, Rufina, please talk to this earth mage properly.”
I found my underwear, got dressed, and headed to the Third Army Commander, who had issued a summons. Since it was a summons, I probably should have gone with everyone, but I was in a foul mood from being bullied all morning and went alone. I wouldn’t survive if I got “condensed” in front of the commander.
The city was in a panic. Knights and mercenaries strode around as if they owned the place, and I disliked the eyes that looked at fleeing people as if they were cowards. It’s fine to run away. I hate pain, and I hate dying even more. But it’s a secret that I briefly wanted to die this morning.
The city of Shreia had no castle walls or a castle, only the Lord’s mansion, which served as the command post. It was in the center of the city and large enough to be seen from afar.
Upon entering the command post, I went to greet the Third Army Commander and apologized for my tardiness and for coming alone despite the summons, admitting my discourtesies.
“There’s no need to worry. I’ve heard that you are the White Lily Corps. I am Viscount Alois Bartel, and I look forward to working with you. I hear you defeated a Sand Dragon at Koatotemites and also at Anaheim. The Annihilation Brigade’s name is well-earned. Hahahaha,”
I felt relieved by the hearty laughter of the young man who was the commander. I had Orietta go ahead to this commander and present our tactics as the White Lily Corps, but nothing changed, and our position as an independent mobile unit was confirmed.
“The White Lily Corps is free to move as they please, but I’d like to hear about your strategy if you have one.”
I explained the tactics of the Demon Army that I knew from my past experiences and told them the strategy we should take.
The Sand Dragon and Giants’ long-range attacks on Anaheim using stone projectiles, aerial bombardment by harpies, catapults by trolls. Ogres, Black Flame Dragons, and other unknown monsters.
Compared to their abundant means of attack, we were simply meager. To win, we had no choice but to take the enemy commander’s head. It’s obvious, but they wouldn’t just say, “Please take my head.”
“The enemy will employ long-range attacks with magic stones and giant’s projectiles, but there are individuals within our corps who possess a greater range than that. We intend to eliminate these first.”
“Can you do that?”
“It depends on the enemy’s mages, but I believe we can. we also plan to handle their mages ourselves.”
“It seems the White Lily Corps has excellent members.”
“Thank you. However, we also have a problem. Apart from the earth mage we’ve borrowed, could we borrow someone capable of defensive magic?”
“You’ll have to give up on that. I can only spare one earth mage. The defensive magic is intended for the soldiers.”
This was problematic. When Orietta first went to the commander, she requested someone for defensive magic and the earth mage, but only the earth mage came.
“In that case, I would like to borrow the mage we have until the end of the battle.”
“Understood. You may use her as you see fit.”
That concluded my conversation with the commander. Now I had to go back and check if they were working properly.
I headed towards the building seized by the army, located west of the North Gate where my own unit would be stationed. The plan was to fill the hollow space inside the building, remove the roof, and level it to create a pedestal for Orietta.
In front of the center, we planned to level the area to secure a space for the Sand Dragon. But if I went to both places and no one was there, it meant nothing had been done.
Could she still be unconscious?! Was the impact of that Buster Sword that severe?! That’s impossible. No one in the White Lily Corps has ever fainted just by looking at them.
I hurried to the inn and opened the door to find the members celebrating with the earth mage. In the inn’s bar, they were chatting merrily, with plenty of alcohol and food on the table. Mercenaries and a mage, drinking their day away without working.
“So, uh, what about work, everyone?”
As I suppressed my anger, the already inebriated group declared.
“Drink up, you too. The enemy hasn’t arrived yet!”
…Can I slap them?
“Priscilla, you’ve had too much. Sophia and Alana are already out. How much did you make them drink?”
“I didn’t make them drink that much. They’re just weak. Hey, that’s our captain. Say hello.”
The earth mage, who had been lying on the table, looked up at me with vacant eyes.
“Eeek… *Gulp*… *Gack, gack, gack*”
She suddenly stood up, and perhaps startled by me, unleashed Reverse onto Priscilla and me, then crouched down on the spot.
I guess first impressions really do matter. First, I showed her the Buster Sword, and the second time she got hit with Reverse. My impression on her must be bad.
“That’s disgusting. Mikael, let’s get changed and take a bath. Christine, clean this up.”
…This is strange. Something’s off. Priscilla usually wouldn’t even get this close to anyone unless they were interested… That’s an exaggeration, maybe.
Inviting me to a bath is also suspicious. Since she said my name, I assume I’m included. But she’s carrying the earth mage while supporting her. Does that mean the three of us are going?
That’s unlikely. While it’s possible with the White Lily Corps members, I can’t imagine going with someone I just met. Wait, it happened once before. Back then, I was caught up in a situation involving an aphrodisiac, and we bonded over sharing hardships.
That’s unlikely too. She doesn’t seem to have used an aphrodisiac, and this earth mage is still young, so she probably doesn’t have any hardships to share. If that’s the case…
This is a trap. It’s definitely a trap. If I naively follow, Halberd will surely be waiting in the bathroom. Who would fall for this? I’d be willing to follow halfway…
I supported the earth mage’s other shoulder and went up the stairs, away from Priscilla. Without Priscilla noticing… Just as I expected, a slender build. She looks thinner in clothes than she is.
I couldn’t get a clear look at her face because she was looking down, her hair obscuring it, but she had pale, translucent skin.
“Are you alright? I’ll carry you to the bathroom now. I am Mikael Sin, the captain of the White Lily Corps.”
Her face, which had been hanging down, lifted, revealing gentle eyes and a country girl with “freckles.”
“I-I’m sorry. I am Richauda Schoen… *Gulp*, gack, gack”
I’d been directly hit by Reverse again, and the stench made me want to vomit myself.
“You don’t have to force yourself to talk. We’re almost at the bathroom.”
When we arrived at the bathroom, Priscilla quickly took off her clothes, revealing her beautifully toned naked body.
“Help me.”
With a word and a kick, she snapped me out of my stupor, and we began to undress Richauda, the Guk-guker.
Godspeed Mode Two!
I put my hands on her clothes and retreated towards the door. But there was nothing. No Halberd, no sharp claws. What’s going on! Priscilla!
“What are you doing? Hurry up and help.”
Huh! I can help? Does that mean I can undress her and do… things? If Priscilla says “do it,” I’ll do it.
With permission granted, I began to undress her boldly. The residual effects of Reverse were still present further in, and it was surprisingly difficult to undress someone weakened by alcohol.
Oops. I burned the surprisingly well-developed chest into my memory and retracted at Godspeed.
“This is as far as you go. I’ll handle the rest, so go wash the clothes.”
With my foresight, I saw fingers about to stab my eyes as I was already by the door. I wanted to help a little more, but it’s wise not to push my luck. Priscilla is different today.
It’s a shame I was kicked out, but I wonder if Priscilla and Richauda, the Vomiter, are washing each other now. I’d like to see that. But since I was kicked out, I guess I have to retreat. Dodging Halberd covered in this Reverse is just too uncool.
