The White Lily Corps fled all the way to the Makjuru Kingdom. They didn’t just run. They had handled the situation and disposed of the evidence properly.
After the two died, they called the household staff and conned them by saying, “They suddenly collapsed. It was a heart attack,” and arranged for a healing mage.
Since we had no visible sword wounds and didn’t look like we could use magic, we were able to act as well-meaning third parties without being caught by the household staff. Of course, we were paid. Work is work, after all. Who was it that said business is cool?
I feel bad about what I did to Christine this time. I feel very uneasy. It might sound like an excuse, but I feel like the outcome would have been the same no matter who I took with me. Perhaps I, myself, might have been the one to cut them.
While I feel bad, I also heard some good news. The empire’s name was the Asht Empire, the same as before. The only difference seems to be the names of the three countries on the west side of the empire.
If I remember correctly, the three countries on the west side of the empire were Towarsolya, Habemer, and Gaibera, but now they seem to be Pomer, Makjuru, and Harinnook, with the same relative positions.
From now on, I’ll head to the royal capital of Makjuru and look for work. I remember the suppression of the rebellious nobles wasn’t a big deal, and I aim for a secure old age by earning money.
It takes about five days to reach the royal capital, but I was able to start talking with Alana, who sat next to me, shortly before arriving at Makjuru. Just casual, pointless chatter.
“Alana, it’s okay. That was just Sophia-san’s joke.”
“You’d stab someone as a joke? The day I heard that voice, I couldn’t sleep at night.”
“Sophia-san usually has such a cute voice, but she can make such a powerful one. It’s scary.”
We only had these kinds of ordinary, trivial conversations with Alana right before we arrived and got off the carriage. I think anyone who calls Sophia-san’s voice a joke when they hear it would die young.
The royal capital of Makjuru was a bustling, magnificent city, unlike what I remembered. In my memory, the three countries were constantly at war and were our source of income, but perhaps the current three countries are different.
“I’m going to the Mercenary Guild, so you all are free to do as you please.”
I never hand out “vouchers for anything you want” every time I keep someone at the inn. Life is precious, and I have to take care of it, or it will affect my nightly activities.
“Christine, let’s go find some men!”
Have a good trip. Please no deaths. Oh, it’s unusual for Rufina to be so calm. She’s really changing.
“May I come with you?”
“Please, do. Let’s go together.”
Sophia-san is a hidden big-breasted woman. It can’t be helped that it’s hidden under her robe, but she’s also cute. I feel like I can brag about walking with her.
Alana looked down when she saw us. Poor Alana. I can’t warn Sophia-san. I don’t have an umbrella to shield myself from the rain of Meteor Strikes.
I’m familiar with mercenary guilds from my past life, so I know the procedures. I pretended to know nothing about the guild and let Sophia-san teach me various things.
Among the jobs, I found one listed not as “rebellion of nobles” but as “military exercise.” This would involve participating in the suppression of a noble rebellion.
“An exercise?”
“It seems we’ll be acting as opponents for the Kingdom’s army exercise. The pay is good for an exercise, so I think we should take it.”
“That’s right. Since it’s an exercise, the injuries should be minor, so I think it’ll be fine.”
When I took it to the guild reception, they told us to gather at the royal palace in two days. Today and tomorrow are free, so I need to get my equipment. It’s not good to always borrow.
Before returning to the inn where everyone was, I was shopping for groceries with Sophia-san when I suddenly thought, “Perhaps this is happiness.”
Shopping with a cute woman, making dinner… doing ordinary things like a normal person, without killing anyone, waking up with the sun and sleeping when it gets dark. Being with nature, being with a woman. Am I getting a little sentimental? It’s okay to have moments like these.
When we returned to the inn, Priscilla and Christine had not yet returned. In my past life, this was usual, so as long as no one dies, it’s fine.
While eating dinner, I talked about the “exercise” job. They complained, “Boring,” “Not interesting,” and “No blood,” but either due to my captain’s authority or Sophia-san’s word, one of them worked, and the “exercise” was decided.
I’m tired today. I want to spend some quality time with Rufina and sleep. Before that, I want to take a bath together. Maybe a kiss before that?
“Let’s have some quality time together for a change!”
“What are you saying?! What are you saying, pointing that thing at me?!”
“You pointed it at me too, Rufina. You even lent Sophia-san a knife!”
Incidentally, we were both naked, arguing across the bed. Rufina was holding a large knife, about thirty centimeters long, in her right hand. A naked apron is erotic, but I’d rather not deal with a naked knife.
“I’ll cut off that crude thing and add it to my collection.”
Rufina’s gesture of trying to cut off my crude part with the large knife was terrifying, fitting for a Necromancer. My own parts shriveled up, feeling like I might turn into slime. And they won’t become part of any collection!
“I’ll make Rufina cry with that crude thing, so hurry up and get in bed!”
Godspeed! I closed the distance in an instant and held down Rufina’s right hand. Don’t underestimate someone with cheats. She dropped the knife she was holding with her right hand, switched it to her left, and tried to stab me in the side. Her determination is admirable.
She demonstrated this determination for about twenty minutes, and finally, she threw the knife at me. This seemed to be the signal to end.
“Do as you please.”
Rufina lay on the bed with her legs closed and arms spread, seemingly accepting everything. Rufina is a Necromancer, but she doesn’t use magic easily. She doesn’t summon zombies or use dark magic attacks; instead, she only uses knives. At least, in my past life…
Rufina is fair-skinned and cute. Her chest is average, but she has a good figure. As a man, she’s a girl with a promising future. As a Necromancer, she’s the strongest, the worst, guilt-free, a killer, a demon, a fiend.
Rufina is such a woman. And I slept with Rufina, the end. If only it ended there.
Rufina lay on the bed as if resigned. Anyone who had simply pushed her down without thinking at this point would have said “goodbye.”
As I cautiously, without letting my guard down, slowly leaned over Rufina, countless knives simultaneously shot out, as if outlining her body.
I could handle this much with Godspeed, leaping to the ceiling, but the knives continued to fly out. I had predicted they would have such power.
Kicking off the ceiling, I retreated to the window and narrowly avoided disaster. I don’t know if it was self-tracking or something, but several knives embedded themselves in the ceiling, and others flew after me.
“Seriously!”
Rufina couldn’t possibly do this. I bet Orietta helped her with Alchemy or something. When did these two team up?
While dodging, I deflected the knives with my hand chops. Without Godspeed, I would have been impaled on the bed. Even with Godspeed, it’s scary to deflect blades with bare hands.
“Damn it!”
After deflecting all the knives, I enjoyed Rufina’s curses. In times like these, my true self, without any pretenses, emerges. Serves you right.
“Rufina. Who helped you?”
“What are you talking about?”
Even though she said it with conviction, trying to hide her shameful parts, it wasn’t convincing. She looked alluring even like that!
“Rufina, you couldn’t have done this. It was Orietta, wasn’t it?”
“N-no. I did it myself…”
I approached with Godspeed and pointed the knife that had attacked me at Rufina’s throat, and asked again.
“You asked Orietta, didn’t you?”
“Y-yes. I asked Orietta.”
The knife wasn’t just at my neck; it was positioned to cut and slice my entire body. Of course, I wouldn’t let her injure me. I gently, so gently, used the blunt side.
So it was Orietta after all. But this is unusual. She might attack alone, but teaming up is rare. Did something happen?
What about this bed? It’s completely torn up by the protruding knives. For now, we’ll have to use chairs, Rufina and I. I’ll have Orietta fix the bed tomorrow…
“Captain!”
Don’t yell so loud when I’m thinking; you’ll startle me. If a knife stabs and injures Rufina’s skin, it’ll be a big problem.
“Yes?”
“You’re bleeding!”
Rufina’s gaze fell upon my Petty knife. A small amount of blood was visible, not enough to warrant such a loud exclamation. If I put some saliva on it, it will heal immediately.
“I’ll look at it immediately. Sit on the chair.”
It’s not serious, but she’s asking so earnestly. It’s embarrassing, but should I let her examine it? If I use it carefully, I can use it for a lifetime. Sixty… maybe fifty years?
“I think it’ll be okay.”
I sat on the chair with my legs spread wide. It’s embarrassing, but it’s an important area, so I’ll let her examine it, also to confirm. Rufina peered in, though the blood was only faintly visible from the side.
Feeling embarrassed, I turned my face away. Will it be sunny tomorrow… I felt her licking the Petty knife. What the heck! I’m happy, but isn’t she supposed to be healing me?! What about the magic?!
“Don’t move!”
I don’t know when she picked it up, but she brought it to her mouth, a self-propelled knife, holding it ready to cut. She pointed it at the base of my Petty knife, holding my… my manhood hostage.
“Are you… serious?!”
“If I cut this off, a lot of blood will gush out. I wonder if you can resist this temptation…”
Her eyes are serious… In her left hand, she held my Petty knife, and in her right, she was pressing the blade against the hilt to prove its sharpness.
“Rest assured. If I cut it off, Christine and Sophia will kill me. I just want a little blood…”
Saying that, Rufina cut my Petty knife with her knife! There was some pain, but it wasn’t cut off. Instead, blood began to flow, gushing out.
“This is it!”
With a gulp, Rufina took it into her mouth and sucked. Her tongue licking it was like something out of a splatter movie, blood overflowing from her mouth.
There’s no splatter movie like this! Not even in adult videos! To enjoy two things at once, how convenient… Hah, not at all!
I endured the pain and stayed frozen. What should I do? Should I call SWAT on a criminal holding a hostage? Or should I try to negotiate?
“That’s enough…”
She seemed satisfied. But what’s with that mouth?! It’s covered in blood, and she’s smiling. This must be what a Vampire is like.
Now, what was I doing? Is it almost time for good children to go to bed? Rufina, now that you’re finished, shall we sleep together? I’m exhausted from all that’s happened.
“Here it is!”
Rufina turned her back to me and lowered herself, presenting herself to the Petty knife. I was so stunned that I couldn’t even move.
“I’ll suck it out from inside.”
I don’t understand. Rufina put the Petty knife inside herself and started thrusting, making wet, lewd sounds.
“Ugh… Nngh…”
Don’t freeze! The perpetrator has moved away from the hostage! Charge! SWAT, charge! I grabbed Rufina’s wrists and slammed her hips.
“Aaaaaaah…”
Godspeed! Chainsaw!
It was a mere one-second barrage, but it was enough to subdue the perpetrator. The perpetrator fell, and with their last ounce of strength, uttered these words:
“I feel the Captain’s red blood within my vagina…”
Rufina… that red blood has mixed with white and turned pink.
