Yuma Bashar mobilized the Knight Order to retake Anaheim. His unauthorized actions were a violation of military regulations, punishable by death. If you need someone to perform the honorable beheading, I’m your man!
I bid Miss Melissa farewell, was held back, persuaded, refused, pushed down, and after five minutes of effort, put her to sleep before following Yuma Bashar.
Not that I was right on his heels; Yuma left yesterday morning. I’m a day and a half behind, but with an army marching at eight hundred paces per minute and my own speed, I might be able to catch up.
If he decided to rest in Schreiaschwald, where Priscilla and the others are, I might catch him. Or, if Priscilla, suspicious of his actions, managed to stop him, I could catch up in Schreiaschwald.
If Iris were here, I could contact her. But I was the one who sent her to Doishunomuharuto. The other Iris is out on the front lines gathering information.
This is what you call bad timing. If I can somehow catch up, and ideally before the battle begins, the eight hundred knights won’t have to be sacrificed.
But, if it’s not a trap… The city of Anaheim Offen is mainly defended by goblins, and the Knight Order Yuma took could conquer it.
If they then push on to Lauenstein and cut off the supply lines, it would starve the Demon Army that has infiltrated Harmonia.
That would also allow for an early end to this war. Even if it doesn’t end quickly, our chances of winning against a weakened Demon Army would significantly increase.
…In that case, Yuma would be the one to get all the credit. I can’t stand someone getting ahead of the Hero. Once Anaheim is taken, perhaps I’ll arrange an “accident” and kill him.
But Queen Anneliese asked me to bring him back, so I have to let him live. If he’s alive, does it matter if he has no limbs? No, that wouldn’t be bringing him back safely, would it? Why do I have to agonize over Yuma’s reckless actions like this? What if I go bald?
“Ugh… Ugh… *Gasp!* Haaah.”
It’s been three days. Lately, whether it’s stress or the pressure of being the Hero, things have been building up. But, it’s out now, and my slightly round belly has receded. I should be a little lighter, and my horse should be faster too.
I filled the hole made by my “inner essence” and hurried towards Schreiaschwald.
“She let him go!”
“I’m here. They took our supplies and headed north. Are they planning to go to Anaheim?”
So, they did go through Schreiaschwald towards Anaheim. And they even took Schreiaschwald’s supplies! I wonder if my secretly hoarded, diverted goods are safe.
“Didn’t you find that suspicious?! You could have stopped him…”
“Hah?! I was drinking, and I was in a good mood. There was an order, so there’s no problem, right!”
It *was* suspicious! You should have been more wary, not drinking!
“Was something serious happening? I wasn’t here because I was treating patients…”
Sophia is fine. She was helping people. Continue accumulating good deeds.
“I was sleeping.”
Sleeping girls grow. Has your chest been growing recently? I’ll have to check later.
“I know nothing about it.”
What were you doing hiding?! You need to submit a report later! And make sure any reports you can’t submit just disappear.
“Oli-chan was making prosthetic arms~. I’m worried about the Captain’s prosthetic arm~.”
That tentacle prosthetic. I thought it was useless at first, but it found unexpected uses.
“…”
…Yes.
“Yuma Bashar is moving the Knight Order without authorization. He intends to take Anaheim Offen. While goblins may be the main force, it’s highly likely to be a trap. I’m going to stop him.”
“Go!”
“Good luck.”
“I’m going back to sleep.”
“If you die, I’ll turn you into an undead.”
“Before that, it’s time to adjust the prosthetic arm~.”
“…”
Not a single person offered to help. It’s just like I expected. I’m not lonely, though. A Hero is meant to be a solitary existence. I hate burnt dumplings.
“Ah, right… Do it before you go!”
I closed the door gently, as if it might break from the force.
Will I make it on time? Will I not? I was sent out with little acknowledgment after riding all night. I stopped by the restroom before setting off again.
It didn’t come out this time…
I almost fell asleep in the restroom…
If I had fallen, I would have been covered in filth…
I need to think of something foolish or I’ll fall off my horse…
If I fall off, will I die?
I have prepared two paths for Yuma Bashar. One is to return to Klinshberbach as I persuade him. The other is, if it’s not a trap, to let him take Anaheim and have him agree to leave before returning. The third is to cut him down without question.
If it were a three-choice option, I’d pick the last one, but since Queen Anneliese asked me to bring him back, I can only choose one of the two.
I started riding in the morning, and by noon I was making good progress. According to plan, I should arrive tomorrow morning. If Yuma decides to have a late breakfast, I might be able to have dessert with him. There’ll be time to poison him too.
It’s too dangerous to ride at night, and I need to let the horse rest, or I’ll be accused of animal cruelty. Thinking ahead, I should get some sleep. I should be able to get three hours of sleep. After that, even at a walking pace, I should still make it.
I was overcome by drowsiness faster than counting sheep, and before I could even snore, I felt the lash of a whip.
“What is it!?”
Standing before me was a beautiful, bare white form, illuminated by the moonlight, which I hadn’t seen in a while. It struck me with the force of hooves to the heart.
“It’s been a while.”
“It has been a while, Aisha. You could have kept riding the horse, though…”
My beloved horse is, by default, the one pulling the White Lily Corps’ carriage. It’s not because riding a white horse looks cool, but because otherwise, I have to borrow one, which costs money.
Besides, compared to other horses, it’s fast, sturdy, absolutely obedient, and understands my words, making communication easy.
And it’s not really a horse; it’s a Unicorn. It can apparently retract the single horn on its head at will. I have one too, one that extends even without my will.
“Do you know your schedule for the rest of the day? After a two-hour nap, you’re supposed to chase after Yuma Bashar. You need to travel through the night, so please rest now. Good night.”
Flick! Flick! The cracks of the whip continued, stinging even through the blanket. You jerk, I’m going to get really pissed off, Shin! No, I know things never end well when I get involved with this one.
“Wait! Wait! I really mean wait… You said to wait, didn’t you! You bastard!”
I was about to lose it. My calcium deficiency is undeniable. I used Godspeed Mode Six to stop the whip.
“Aisha. Things are really going to get busy. You’ve been riding since yesterday, you must be tired. I’m tired too. Let’s continue this when we have more time… Okay?”
Perhaps sensing my strong resolve, Aisha looked back. I might have angered her, but I have things to do.
Aisha’s receding figure, without her horn, looks like any ordinary demi-human. Her limbs are covered in fur, and her core body is that of a normal girl. Alana has similar fur, but Aisha is more beautiful.
Her beauty rivals Christine’s. As expected of a sacred beast, the aura surrounding her is different. Just looking at her seems to purify, correct, and beautify one’s heart.
I really didn’t want to anger such a sacred beast. It makes sense that I feel so bad just for refusing; it must be the nature of a sacred beast.
“Aisha… *Gasp!*”
Someone once told me not to stand behind a horse. They said I shouldn’t do it because they’ll kick me. Though I was asleep, the digging hoof sent me flying about five meters, sending me tumbling and covered in dirt.
“It’s because you didn’t do it fast enough!”
There are many ways to wake someone up. Alarm clocks, shin kicks, heart attacks, being shot with a laser… but being kicked by a hoof is a first. Personally, I’d prefer if you snuck into my bed and gave me a “good morning kiss.” Continuing from there would also be fine on my day off.
“You bastard… You use a whip when you’re riding, don’t you!”
I’m more of a no-whip kind of person. A normal horse would move with just the reins, but my beloved horse only moves if I use a whip and occasionally insults. Other than that, she’s a good horse.
“Lately, you’ve gone soft. You lack desperation, the killing intent when you whip, the hatred in your words. Why do you think you ride me!”
Who rides with killing intent?! I don’t want to hit you. I want to interact with animals with affection. If a person with a weak mental state heard those words, they might become autistic!
“You bastard, this hurts like hell! What would you do if it hit me in the head!”
“Worry not. If that happens, we’ll just find a replacement. Strive not to let that happen!”
This creature… It seems like teaching through physicality is the only way, but I, Shin, dislike violence. I won’t lecture you as a mercenary, but to whip an unarmed person…
Can’t I use the Buster Sword and Ring kali to somehow resolve this, like I did with Miss Melissa? I think that an education with candy and a partner is better for the two of them than candy and a whip.
“What’s wrong? You’re not going to swing that whip?”
See, I’m against violence! Even with consent, my heart aches! I, Shin, am mentally weak! But it would be a waste to let go of such a fine horse.
“I will. Before I do, take this.”
As I approached, I extended my tentacle prosthetic arm. The five fingers, independent of my will, bound Aisha in a shibari knot and squeezed with all their might.
Aisha’s body is as toned as a thoroughbred’s. But from the body bound by tentacles, the soft flesh unique to a woman’s body spilled out, especially her chest, which was wonderful… Her chest swelled magnificently.
“Wh-what is this!?”
Surprised? Humans don’t have this. I was surprised at first too, but I’m glad it has its uses. Now, let’s try squeezing a little more!
“Hauu…”
The overflowing flesh began to turn a faint pink. It’s okay without the whip. My middle finger, which was passing through her private parts, confirmed the wetness, and I tightened my grip.
“Haan… Good, good, Michael! You’ve gotten this far without me knowing! But I’m not satisfied! H-hurry and… that whip…”
See, I hate whips! I hate hitting and being hit! Can’t we get through this without a whip? …That’s it!
While holding Aisha tightly, I tried to withdraw my fingers with all my might. The fingers that clung to her body stimulated her entire body before returning to their original form.
“Haaahhh…”
Has Aisha’s entire body become a erogenous zone? She let out a roar and collapsed from the sensation of her entire body being dragged by the shibari. She’s a horse, but not a “heehee~n.”
“Aisha. Are you satisfied now? I have some issues with whips, but if it’s binding… this much is…”
Please be satisfied with this. I’ll bind you as many times as you want. Please be satisfied with binding.
“Isn’t it wonderful? I’m glad I made Michael my master. For the continuation… First, I’ll satisfy you.”
It seems I’ve managed to avoid the whip. Extending the tentacles, binding, and then undoing them. If I keep doing that, I can continue as long as I have magic power.
I breathed a sigh of relief and let Aisha do as she pleased. It seems she’s going to pull down my pants and lick me. I’m honored to be licked by a sacred beast.
No, it’s to kill. Aisha took my companion into her mouth. Deep down, right down her throat. She drove the horn on her forehead into my abdomen.
“Wait, wait, wait! It’s stuck! The horn on your forehead is stuck in my abdomen!”
It feels good with her mouth down to my throat, but I don’t want an extra “navel.” I grabbed Aisha’s blood-stained horn with all my strength.
“Oh ho, to grasp a sacred beast’s horn with blood on it… I like that spirit!”
Did I do something she liked? I only tried to protect my life and discovered something new. That unicorns don’t perform fellatio on each other.
“Aisha… Can you think about this a little more?”
“Indeed… A moonlit night would be best. Shall we do it on the night of next month’s full moon…”
“Don’t you know the horn would poke me? Look at this… It’s quite deep…”
“In that case, you will have to give me your all and conquer me.”
“…Are you listening to what I’m saying?”
“Are you listening to what I’m saying? We are to be married next month.”
“How did it come to this~”
“You grasped the Unicorn’s horn with your own blood. The one who grasps it offers their body.”
There are many ways to propose in this world. I learned something new. ..No, I didn’t! Who cares! I only wanted to protect myself! I only didn’t want an extra navel!
“Aisha, let’s discuss this thoroughly after the war is over.”
“My life is eternal. I can wait indefinitely. However! You will be mine on future full moon nights.”
I wrapped my tentacle prosthetic tightly around my body and swung the Buster Sword until the memory began to fade.
