Harmonia Royal Capital. Christine and I had passed through the deserted outer town and arrived before the North Gate, where soldiers were encamped.
“Christine, as we discussed.”
“Are you really going to do this?”
“Please. It’s for raising morale.”
Last night outside my tent, Fleet Helm, having recovered his health, sat down right in front of me. I wished he’d brought some sake, but he just sat there silently, staring at me.
Since I had no such hobbies, I ordered the restored Fleet Helm to retrieve the head of one of the defeated Hobgoblins. You have to work once you’re healed; this world is harsh.
Then, before the assembled soldiers at the North Gate, I had Christine throw the Hobgoblin’s head and give a speech.
“Behold! Soldiers of Harmonia! The Demon Lord is no match for us! We will win! Our land has been trampled by the Demon Lord. Women and children weep, and our harvested wheat is ruined. We must fight for our dignity and freedom. Rise! Now is the time to fight!”
Seeing as how a delicate-looking young girl, clad in heavy Plate Mail, threw a Hobgoblin’s head and delivered that powerful speech, there was no way it wouldn’t stir them.
After a great cheer, we sang the National Anthem. Morale was at its peak. I’ve become a citizen of this country, but I don’t know the anthem. I entrusted the rest of the performance to Christine and Fleet Helm.
Returning to the White Lily Corps’ 1st Brigade, Orietta, uncharacteristically, embraced me, happy to see me back.
“The Captain’s sword is finished~”
I instinctively clutched my right hand, but it seemed there was no danger of being cut. Orietta presented me with a sword that had a black hilt and rested in a white scabbard.
“This is my sword…?”
It was the sword I had commissioned. I was happy it was finished, but it was a little different than I’d imagined. Drawing the sword from its scabbard, its size was no different from a Short Sword; it wasn’t the Buster Sword-sized weapon I had requested.
“You don’t look that happy~”
I *am* happy, though. Truly happy, but a Short Sword is too small for facing monsters from now on. Its weight was similar to a Short Sword, with only a small protrusion along the guard.
I swung it, and the balance was good. In fact, it felt like my sword speed had increased, but it was still too short. It would take two or three slashes to cut through a Troll’s leg.
“I *am* happy. Of course, I am. It’s just… a bit short, you know…”
Given that Orietta made it, it must be incredible, but visually, it looked no different from a regular Short Sword.
“It’s okay~! This sword was made by Ori and Sophia and Rufina, the three of them, and it’s the strongest sword~!”
So that’s why they weren’t around before – they were making the sword. If so, they could have just told me instead of putting up a sign saying “Who Enters Dies.” It’s a shame, as one person died pointlessly.
“That’s amazing! It must be amazing, but what makes it the strongest?”
“Well, you see~”
“That’s enough!”
Priscilla, for some reason, was yelling by herself. What was wrong? Was it that time of the month?
“I’m back, Priscilla. Has anything changed?”
“What the hell were you doing until now!”
Work, Priscilla. I was on escort duty, protecting Christine, scouting the town of Schreiaschwald. I’ve come back from a relaxing job that felt like a date. I wonder if there’s a welcome-home kiss?
“Haven’t you heard from Christine? I was on a scout mission in Schreiaschwald, protecting Lady Annelyse.”
“I haven’t heard anything like that!”
You just heard it! You asked what I was doing. It’s like dealing with a moody boss. It’s hard to handle.
“Because…”
“No ‘because’!”
What else am I supposed to say? I wish I had a manual. And why are you all lined up with Priscilla? Orietta, come back, I want to hug you more.
“You’ve gone and done something on your own again, haven’t you! Running off with another woman while I wasn’t here! How much more of this will it take!”
Someone, please clear up this great misunderstanding. When Lady Annelyse asked me, Priscilla was already drunk, and Alana was busy dealing with a supply issue. Orietta and the other two had barricaded themselves in with a “Who Enters Dies” sign on the door, and Christine had to oversee the brigade while I was away. Everyone else was busy! You, specifically!
“Priscilla, let’s talk properly. It’s like always. If we talk, we can all be happy…”
“No more words!”
I could have parried Priscilla’s Halberd with my new sword, but it was hard to use something whose performance I didn’t know. I decided to escape into the deserted town using Godspeed. And so, the “Second Battle: White Lily Corps vs. Captain” of love and hate began in the Royal Capital.
“Chase them!”
I’m running. I’m running, to the ends of the earth. I hesitate to use Mode Three for something like this, but my life is on the line.
However, I was the Captain of the White Lily Corps, even if they are trying to kill me. This is the second time, and I have a chance of winning! Don’t underestimate me, Priscilla! Today, I will make you achieve the ultimate existence!
There was no way they could catch up to my Mode Three. It was easy to lose the White Lily Corps in the city. I climbed onto the roof of a house and waited for the White Lily Corps to chase me.
My presence was gone. If they were to pursue me, they would need a method other than sight. As planned, Alana took the lead, sniffing the air and tracking me by scent.
Alana was the eyes of the White Lily Corps, searching for me. If I were to eliminate anyone, it would be Alana first. But looking closely, only three of them were serious.
Alana led the pursuit, followed by Priscilla and Rufina, while the other three trailed along with bored expressions. In that case, I’ll change my target.
The most troublesome opponent when facing the White Lily Corps is, surprisingly, Christine. If her “Unfortunate Skill” is activated, my Godspeed drops by one level. If I don’t immediately follow up with Godspeed massage, I’ll be dead in no time.
Furthermore, Christine automatically attacks anyone targeting her, and her range is wide. Since her power is still an unknown factor, it’s better to finish her quickly.
I waited until the formation stretched out and Christine was trailing at the very back, then landed directly behind her. I snatched her away without the other members noticing.
Holding her, I enjoyed the feel of Christine’s soft flesh and fled with Godspeed. However, Christine only tightened her grip, clearly determined not to fall, and there was no curse of heart failure.
“Christine, you understand, right!”
I ascended to the second floor of a house so Alana wouldn’t find me immediately and pinned Christine against the wall.
“…I understand. It’s just Priscilla and Rufina who are overly enthusiastic.”
I knew it! You understand. When Lady Annelyse arrived, Christine was there, and I learned about the other members from Christine.
Now, even her unknown power is on my side. I don’t have to fight. Will you return to the brigade, or will you wait here until this storm passes?
I took my hand off the wall, thinking about my next target, when Christine placed her hand on my chest. Perhaps she’s lonely being alone? When the storm passes, we’ll have some time alone.
As I took Christine’s hand, intending to pull away, I was met not with a wall-pin, but a “heart-stop”! She attacked me out of nowhere! I could see the River Styx in the distance!
“C-Christine, that’s a bit sudden…”
I leaned against Christine, still holding her hand. I didn’t need Godspeed massage; the shock was more like a heart explosion than paralysis.
“…We have time.”
I don’t! We don’t. Alana is still chasing us, so it’s only a matter of time before we’re found. We can’t underestimate the power of a Cat-person subspecies.
“…Heh heh, Alana won’t come. I’m here. …She’s not so foolish as to enter a room when my scent and the Captain’s are mixed.”
That did happen once before, didn’t it? I think she opened the tent. Poor Alana, she incurred Christine’s wrath and was cursed. That pain is unforgettable.
I leaned my head against Christine’s neck, enjoying the pleasant scent from her ticklish hair. My heart was beating faster than usual. It feels like it’s about to explode, Christine.
Naturally, there’s no escaping now. Retreat is not an option. With unwavering resolve, I faced Christine.
“Christine…”
As I licked Christine’s neck, she let out a faint sigh. The bed is behind us. I’ll just pick her up and carry her there.
Laying Christine on the bed, she possessed a radiance that the word “beautiful” alone couldn’t capture. She turned her face away shyly, tightening my heart.
I knelt over Christine. A little roughness should be permissible. If I’m too delicate, I won’t have the composure for heart massage.
Kissing her with dripping saliva, I slid down her panties. A technique I recently learned, allowing me to lower them without removing my armor.
Every day is a learning experience. It was good to show my progress. I immediately chanted a spell and changed my partner to a Short Sword. Then, taking aim, I thrust straight in.
Christine’s moist secret parts, which I hadn’t expected to be wet, readily accepted me, and she arched her back, moaning.
“Ugh… Kugh, Aaahn…”
My engorged partner became one with the flesh walls, swelling inside. I could feel myself reaching deep inside. I’ll stir things up and knock on the inner door.
“Ah… ah… nnn, Haaah fuu… ahh… nnn!”
Christine cried out loudly as always. At this rate, even Alana would be able to pinpoint our location. I could cover her mouth, but I don’t want her eardrums to burst.
There’s no choice then… No choice at all, so I used my hand to cover her mouth and quiet her cries. The way it looked, it was almost as if I was forcing myself, which only sped up my hip movements to Godspeed.
“Fu… nguuh… Fu… uunguh”
It’s like rape. It feels like I’m the one being violated, deep in my heart. With each repeated thrust, my hand stifles her cries, and Christine destroys my heart with each repeated thrust.
Godspeed, Mode Three!
“Aaaah… Gaaah… Gaaahhh…”
There was no longer time to cover her mouth. Concentrating all my senses, I continued to thrust deep within. When I heard her final cry, I too climaxed, filling her secret parts with thick, white liquid.
It hasn’t been that long, but the fact that Mode Two feels like something I can use normally suggests that Christine’s Unfortunate Skill level has increased.
The possessor of unseen power, whose abilities are difficult to assess, is powering up for the decisive battle against the Demon Lord. I, who am being used as her practice dummy, must also keep up or I will die.
The twenty minutes until victory was a long and arduous battle. Five more to go.
