I will ensure the people who tried to charge Priscilla return home safely. Before Priscilla gets angry…
“It’s been a while, Priscilla. I heard you formed a mercenary group.”
“Yeah, it’s been a while, Jacob. I’ve finally met you…”
“Did you hear that, everyone? Priscilla wanted to see me.”
A small laugh. The man who had lured Priscilla out laughed merrily with the men around him, enjoying the turn of events.
“Where have you been all this time!?”
“I was kept in a certain country. Thanks to that, I’ve been doing as I please.”
“We searched for you…”
“I’m so happy I could cry. It’s called mutual love. This way, we can get straight to business.”
“Business… What business do you have to discuss?”
“Tell me then, Priscilla. I have a big heart.”
“Why did you kill Sophia’s sister!?”
The surrounding crowd murmured. Perhaps they heard something they weren’t supposed to, and some looked disgusted, as if thinking, “What a trivial matter.”
In a small forest a short distance from the Royal Capital Klinshberbach, the man who had summoned Priscilla and his companions were indirectly surrounding them.
Jacob. The leader-like figure speaking to Priscilla, was well-built and spoke to Priscilla familiarly, as if reminiscing.
“It was unavoidable. And Lianne wasn’t a Lycanthrope.”
“She was human and a friend! You killed her…”
“Don’t say troublesome things, Priscilla. More importantly! You were summoned, so you should listen to what we have to say.”
“What do you want to say!”
“We’re going to kill your captain now. Come with us, and I’ll dote on you like I used to.”
“You bastard…”
Priscilla’s hair stood on end, and her golden hair began to spark even without transforming.
“Whoa, think about this carefully. Which one of us is stronger… It’s like the ‘nature’ of a Lycanthrope. To obey the strong. You followed me because I was stronger, right? Let’s keep living as we please.”
“Mikael is stronger than you.”
“How interesting. You say he’s stronger than me?”
In an instant, Jacob stood before Priscilla. Jacob’s right hand immediately shot towards Priscilla’s crotch. His thick fingers, noticeable even through her clothes, fondled her.
“See? You felt that, right? This is the ‘nature’ of a Lycanthrope. The strong can do as they please and kill.”
Priscilla couldn’t support her own body and grabbed Jacob’s shoulders with both hands. The overwhelming strength of Jacob’s grip that flashed through her mind was enough to make Priscilla obey.
“Let’s have some fun like we used to.”
As a Lycanthrope, and precisely because she was a Lycanthrope, Priscilla felt the emotions she had pushed to the back of her mind, that obeying strength was natural, gradually spreading.
“Priscilla~”
Using his Wide-Area Mind’s Eye, I found Priscilla and the collector of debts. When one of them suddenly approached Priscilla, I thought Priscilla had killed him and rushed over in Mode Six.
What I saw was not Priscilla cutting someone to death, but an unknown man reaching out to my Priscilla’s crotch…
“You bastard! Get away from Priscilla!”
Drawing my Zantou from my back with Godspeed, I threatened the bastard. This bastard deserves death. I don’t like being cuckolded!
“Ho ho, it seems the prince has arrived. That saves me some trouble. You all, this is Mikael Sin. Kill him.”
The men surrounding them began to transform into Lycanthropes. They roared and exuded a fighting spirit, their bulging muscles instilling terror in the onlookers.
Huh? Did I make a mistake? I thought he was a molester because he was reaching for Priscilla’s crotch.
Japanese people bow, Westerners shake hands. In this world, is reaching for the crotch the greeting of a Lycanthrope?
The Lycanthropes attacked. Although I had drawn my Sword first, it seemed unlikely they would listen to me saying “Wait a moment.” But you were the one who laid hands on a woman first, right! Is that okay?
“…Kill me…”
Priscilla’s voice was barely audible. I cut down the two approaching Lycanthropes with Mode Three.
I killed them… but it was the right thing to do, wasn’t it? Were they perhaps friends? At least they were the same race, what if they were related?
She said “Kill me,” but she was talking to me, right? Priscilla, who had lowered her head and lost strength in her body, knelt, and I couldn’t see her face.
“You bastards will die if you don’t get serious!”
As the cuckolding man shouted, the remaining Lycanthropes all became covered in golden fur, their bodies sparking and tearing through the night. It made me want to shout “Tamaya!” like during fireworks. Are there six angry Priscillas?
I’m confident I could defeat Priscilla alone even in Mode Five. But with six of them, the situation changes. However, the situation is different for me as well.
Mode Five is premised on defeating Priscilla with minimal injury. Now, there’s no need for mercy in Mode Six. Let the cuckolding man die!
With the swift Godspeed Mode Six, I slashed upwards at the nearest one, and with a returning stroke, split another. Don’t underestimate me, Lycanthrope! If I show no mercy, I won’t lose.
Using the opening after my diagonal slash, I dodged the approaching strong arm and escaped. The Lycanthrope, trying to close the distance and not let me escape, I dodged its formidable claws like a boxer.
This distance is not mine. I need to retreat by two steps to strike with my Zantou. The Lycanthrope seemed to understand this and didn’t stop its barrage, leaving me on the defensive… But that’s not going to happen!
I lowered my right hand behind me at waist height, adopted a posture like hitting a billiard ball, and spun. The Lycanthrope, suddenly seeing my back, couldn’t react to the Zantou coming from the direction of the spin, and my blade cut halfway into its abdomen.
Using my left hand as well to push, one Lycanthrope, cut in half, fell. That makes three against the cuckolding man. As for Priscilla, she remained dejected and motionless.
The three remaining Lycanthropes pressed in, circling me. The one on the left kicked something up, and a clod of dirt mixed with sand blinded me.
Falling back, I covered my face with my left hand, letting go of my Zantou. Seeing an opportunity, the Lycanthrope that lunged to slash me with its claws was pierced through the heart by my blade as I kept my eyes closed.
The strategy was good, but it didn’t work on me. I could see it with my imminent Mind’s Eye. Even with my eyes closed, my Mind’s Eye could see, so such petty tricks are useless.
My hair, covered in dust, was brushed away with my left hand. I wish I didn’t have to get dirty like this. After all, cleanliness is the number one condition for a man to be popular.
With the Lycanthrope stunned, I had no trouble cutting it down after dusting myself off. However, one was struck with a slightly stronger blow from the flat of the blade. I spared one to possibly get information, not because it was a woman before transforming.
“Annihilation… and I brought my best men.”
He brought his best men!? Did he intend to gang-rape Priscilla… Unforgivable! I’ve never done that myself!
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll take you somewhere you don’t have to worry.”
Ruthless Godspeed. The cuckolding man, now a Lycanthrope, dodged the Zantou I swung from above to split him in two, and went beyond the reach of my sword that followed.
“Priscilla, are you okay?”
Dodging was within my expectations. In fact, it was a blow I released to separate him from Priscilla. Now Priscilla is safe too. Next, I’ll pursue and kill the cuckolding man.
Still, there’s no reaction from Priscilla. No reply, and she’s still looking down, hands on the ground. Did she like that right hand that much!? As expected of a cuckolding man, is he a technician!? I’ll shred that right hand!
“Aren’t you going to transform into golden fur?”
“It’s not necessary. Besides, I can’t do that.”
Is he bluffing? A leader-class Lycanthrope wouldn’t not wear golden fur that increases combat power. If I finish him while he’s being overconfident, it’s no problem.
Godspeed, Mode Six! An unavoidable strike!
What he saw in his eyes was probably me swinging my sword in front of him. But it was me who was blown away. He kept his leg kicked, and said stylishly.
“You’re quite fast. You jumped back the moment you were hit.”
Of course, you bastard! If that had hit me directly, my internal organs would have ruptured. My five organs, which I can use until I die if I take good care of them. I want to cherish them.
“You’re fast too! Die by my sword.”
I said something stupid, but I didn’t expect him to dodge my proud Godspeed Mode Six. Has anyone ever dodged my full-power Godspeed before?
This guy might be a formidable enemy. An ordinary Lycanthrope would be easy even with Mode Three, but what kind of creature is a normal Lycanthrope that can’t be cut by Mode Six?
The Zantou is a weapon that relies on powerful, sweeping attacks rather than delicate maneuvers. It looks cool when you decide to use it, but it’s a bit slow against an opponent who relies on speed.
Is Godspeed, which is supposed to cover for that, not working? No, that can’t be! I am the fastest, I am the strongest, there is no one else who has the right to stand beside Priscilla.
“Priscilla, if this Hero dies, you’re mine.”
You bastard. Don’t call my woman by her first name so casually! I don’t even call her by her first name so easily… I hate this cuckolding man’s flashy demeanor.
Don’t panic. He’s strong. I have to seize victory with a disadvantageous, delicate move and land one blow. After that, it depends on how well I can handle the Zantou.
“Priscilla, he’s going to die, so say your goodbyes now!”
This has somehow turned into a fight for Priscilla, but I only came to pick her up… Is it Priscilla’s lucky streak? Foolish men fighting over one woman. But I have no intention of losing!
Godspeed, Mode Six!
