I only have two more days. I want to keep the Demon Army at Runbergzach for two days.
“Excuse me.”
When I entered Ria’s office, Asmus and the Dwarf elders were sitting opposite each other on the sofa. Ria seemed to be listening with her eyes closed.
The Dwarves were divided into a war faction and a retreat faction, but about eighty percent were in the war faction. The war faction called the retreat faction “cowards,” and the retreat faction called the war faction “reckless.”
Ria listened without taking sides. She is listening, right? She’s not sleeping, is she? She’s not fiddling with her phone under the desk, is she?
“Hasn’t the King of Shidenzach and the cannonballs arrived yet?”
I entered late, and there was no seat for me. Due to my height, I asked looking down, but most of the people here are Dwarves over a hundred years old. It’s difficult with a generation that values etiquette strictly.
“Is the King of Shidenzach really coming? Are the cannonballs coming?”
The Dwarves, who had all settled onto the sofa, looked up at me. I’m the one asking the questions, yet they’re responding with questions. If that’s the case, I’ll ask them: why are five people crammed onto a three-seater sofa?
“I don’t know. They should have been heading directly here.”
It was a long time ago that we parted ways. Whether King Shidenzach is coming directly or through the caves is now just speculation.
“What does Ria-sama think? You haven’t said anything since earlier.”
The attention shifted to Ria, and everyone’s gaze turned to her. Ria, who had been addressed, lifted her vacant eyes. Eighty percent want to fight, and twenty percent want to retreat. In terms of democracy, it would be to continue the fight, but this is a feudal world. If Ria said to run, they would run, and if she said to fight, they would fight.
“I… I…”
She became a Lord of the Dwarves while still being human. With the majority wanting to fight, she probably couldn’t suggest a retreat. Her stammering suggested she was considering a retreat.
Unable to wait for an answer, the Dwarves began talking, ignoring Ria. She’s disqualified as a ruler. She should show strong will and lead everyone. But, even such a weak Ria is wonderful.
If I said, “Let’s retreat,” would Ria support me against the Dwarves’ opinions? Or would she be overwhelmed by the opinions of the majority of Dwarves?
“If we are to fight, what will you do?”
Instead of discussion, there was more abuse, and not a single constructive opinion. “My beard is more magnificent,” “I can drink more than you,” “Your mother has an outie belly button.” Are you guys kindergarteners from the Showa era?!
“If it’s a fight, leave it to me! I’ll kick the Demon Army away!”
No constructive opinions, next!
“We’re currently diverting resources to repair the castle gate and walls. Once they’re fixed, we’ll push our archers to the front and prevent them from getting any closer.”
That’s obvious. Have you forgotten they were destroyed? We won’t hold up next time, next time!
“It’s about guts! If you have guts, you can do anything!”
…No need for anything else.
“If we were to retreat, what would you do?”
It’s natural to have various opinions. You’re not to blame for running away. Weakness is not a sin. Not doing what you can is a sin.
“Breaking through the encirclement at a single point will be difficult. I think less than half will be able to escape.”
“That’s why we should go through the eastern caves, come out in the mountain range, and then head north.”
“Considering those with less stamina and food…”
The most reliable method is to break through the Demon Army’s encirclement to the west, sacrificing less than half. The northern caves have a Naga, the southern caves have collapsed, and the eastern caves connect to the mountain range, leaving no escape afterward.
“What does Ria-sama think?”
Perhaps my way of asking was bad, but this time she flinched and looked at me. …What on earth happened?! Hasn’t she aged twenty years in just ten minutes of talking with these Dwarves?
When I blinked and looked again, it was the usual beautiful Ria. Perhaps I’m the one who’s tired. I fought a Naga and was almost poisoned.
Ria must also be mentally exhausted. If she’s worn out physically and mentally from intense combat, I want to energize her.
“Um, I…”
It seems like injecting her with energy is a good idea. If we can’t decide here, in the worst-case scenario, everyone might start acting on their own. That would be bad; if they act on their own, the White Lily Corps won’t have time to escape.
“Ria-sama, how about this: we prepare for retreat with the main objective of engaging in combat.”
This time, everyone looked up at me. Some Dwarves even said, “Oh!” in admiration, but perhaps they don’t have any compromise options.
I’ve heard that Dwarves are stubborn, but don’t they have ways to compromise, make concessions, or go with the flow?
For some reason, I felt like I got a “yes,” so I fleshed out the details. The White Lily Corps must be evacuated first, but the situation doesn’t allow for it. It was decided to move the injured as much as possible to the east from now on.
“It’s decided for tomorrow, then.”
Ria and I were alone in the office. Asmus had gone to reinforce the defenses, and I, tired from persuading the stubborn Dwarves, was enjoying the tea that Ria had offered me while sitting on the sofa.
“Tomorrow. Ria-sama, please prepare for the retreat.”
I thought the matter was settled, but it was overturned twice. By the time I was about to try for the third time, they must have noticed my killing intent growing, and the discussions progressed. Persuading Dwarves requires killing intent rather than words; I should remember that.
“More than worrying about me, please protect everyone. Losing this Runbergzach, which my husband entrusted to me, is painful, but we cannot let the Dwarves perish.”
Ria pleaded with me, her eyes earnest, holding my hands. I must endure. Don’t look down; I’ll be found out immediately. Ria sat opposite me and leaned forward, clasping my hands, so her deep cleavage was right below… Endure!
“Leave it to me, Ria-sama. I will protect both the Dwarves and Runbergzach.”
Close! You’re too close, Ria-sama. Even if I lower my gaze now, I can’t see your cleavage. All I can see are your alluring lips. And Ria’s scent tickles my nose.
Any closer is dangerous. Why are you getting closer? The force of your grip, stronger than I imagined, pulls me closer. My nose is about to touch yours.
But I refuse! I am the Captain of the White Lily Corps, and now I am in command of Runbergzach. I cannot win wars by being swayed by emotions. I embraced Ria, who was leaning over the table. …Huh?
“Do you think I’m a shameless woman? My husband died, and I had to become the Lord of the Dwarves and fight. I told myself I had to live strongly, but…”
Ria cried into my chest. This is bad, bad, the alarm bells are ringing loudly. If I go any further in this situation, it will be irreversible. I wouldn’t be able to face Priscilla-san or Rufina. For now, let’s turn off the alarm. It’s too noisy.
For some reason, I remember my past life in peaceful Japan. There were no excitements, but it was a leisurely life. And I remember my first love from when I was an elementary school student. It’s a nostalgic memory that strangely warms my heart.
“Ria-sama…”
The noisy alarm bells and the terrifying Priscilla-san are gone now. Just for a little while, I want to return to that slower time. I held Ria closer and kissed her. We longed for each other, to forget our fear and reminisce about the past.
A little forcefully, I tore the dress at Ria’s chest with both hands. The twin mountains that spilled out were mountains only I was allowed to climb.
I climb. From the foothills to the summit. The footing is poor and the ground is soft. Just by applying force to climb, Ria’s moans escape.
On the soft twin peaks, small nipples, as if wanting a flag to be planted, are visible. I hesitate about which one to conquer first, but I’ll conquer both. I conquer the twin mountains with my tongue on one and my super-vibrating left hand on the other.
“Ah, khi, haaaan…”
Sensitive breasts. Or is it thanks to my Godspeed and super-vibration? After conquering the mountains, it’s time to conquer the caves. I won’t hold back on reconnaissance.
No, I realize I can’t even think about that anymore. The spell of condensation I chanted without realizing it, my discarded underwear left on the side, has become menacingly erect.
“Ah, so that’s what you’re going to pierce me with…”
Yeah, right. Who needs foreplay? The slick sensation at the tip of the Buster Sword, pressed against me, tells me it’s ready to accept its partner.
“Aaaah! …Haaahh! …Nnnh.”
I only inserted… I only inserted it halfway… I came… inside Ria…
“It’s warm… More… Do it more…”
Of course! It’s the same as if I did nothing! I can’t think this is the end! I can do more, much more!
“Ria… Scream!”
Godspeed, Mode Four! The Buster Sword, which pierces everything, unleashed with such force that it sent Ria’s body flying into the air.
Happy times. Nostalgic times. I spent time with Ria-sama and before I knew it, we were in bed. Dawn is breaking soon. I might die today, but was it good to have done this?
“Ria, wake up…”
When I shook her shoulder, I felt a chill… Could she be dead?! When I pulled back the sheet, I saw a woman with purple skin and two melons. And a woman lying in white liquid. A Demon?!
I reach for my sword, searching… A woman’s hand stretches out from beyond the woman, blocking my movement. If she strangles me with demonic strength, I’ll die! I brushed her hand away and reached for her neck.
“Don’t let go. Mikael is mine.”
Huh? Who is whose? I’ve only belonged to a Demon once! That was unavoidable, I couldn’t help it. This situation feels different from an unavoidable action, maybe… maybe not… I don’t know…
“Let go!”
The woman slipped past my hand reaching for her neck and hugged me, resting her head on my chest. Is she planning to break my spine by hugging me like this?! Can I win in a contest of strength? Even when I drew my Magic Sword Zebra and dragged her, she clung tightly and wouldn’t let go.
Should I stab her from behind?! I don’t want to stab myself too. Then, her neck?! If I point the sword sideways, she might try to dodge it.
“Let’s do more. I don’t care about the war.”
As I looked up, my eyes met hers, and the world spun. The war doesn’t matter… Is that even possible?! Dying in such a way is not in my dictionary. Sound the alarm! This is bad, really bad! Where did the alarm go?
I’m hitting the alarm in my brain. This type of person shakes me with emotions I dislike. It’s best to deal with them quickly.
I raised my sword. I’ll pierce her from face to ass and kill her. Yesterday, it felt good to pierce both up and down. Before bringing down the sword, I brought my lips down onto her lips.
But, that’s dangerous. Even though I know it, I can’t stop the impulse. Did I press the alarm too hard and break it? The alarm isn’t ringing, and the emotions won’t stop.
“Light!”
A close-range activation of the Sword of Light, risking self-destruction. Of course, I aimed it only at my right foot, without leaving a single scratch on my skin. It would be a waste. Pain brought me back to my senses. My leg hair vanished as if it had been waxed, and a perm was applied to the ends.
“Who the hell are you?!”
I ran my sword along the woman’s neck. Of course, I put out the Sword of Light. It would be a disaster if it caused a scratch. Even so, its sharpness is sufficient. If I pull back slightly, I can sever her head.
“It’s Ria. Ria, who loves only you.”
The Ria I know doesn’t have purple skin. Bust: 92, Waist: 59, Hips: Unknown due to skirt, estimated. You now have Bust: 87, Waist: 60, Hips: 86. Your figure is good enough, but it’s a little different from the Ria I know. Don’t underestimate my Mind’s Eye.
What should I do? Should I kill her for now? She’s a Demon, after all. But she looks just like Ria. Has a Demon been the Lord of Runbergzach all this time? Is that why the caves collapsed and the second battery was destroyed? Is she a spy?
I have so many questions. So, I won’t kill her for now. I have so many questions. So, I’ll ask her body the questions.
The tip of my sword moved from her neck towards her heart. I will absolutely not cut her, but I won’t let the sword tip touch her skin either. This subtle distance is difficult. When I pointed the sword tip between her melons, she appeared.
Vines sprouted from the woman’s feet. The vines, crawling up her body and constricting her neck, were immediately recognizable as Rufina’s restraining vines.
Bare tentacles! It’s a classic!
“Guh!”
The restraining vines wrapped around my legs, slamming my face into the floor as they flipped me over and then lifted me upside down to drop me. Then they lift me up and slam me down again. Why me too, Rufina-san!
“As I suspected, it was her. A succubus.”
The words, which sounded like a declaration of victory, restrained the woman and left me bloody and hanging upside down. This is also a classic…
