Our voyage’s objective. Defeating the Demon Lord dwelling in Lauenstein and spreading peace and free love throughout the world is our third goal.
“Orietta, are the things I asked for ready?”
“It’s a bit difficult~. It’s the magic stones that are the problem~.”
“There’s still time, so do your best.”
The time has finally come to reveal what I asked Orietta to prepare. Revealing it during the voyage. What I did to Priscilla-san… I’m not going to rap!
A day has passed since we set sail, and the blue sea on this cruise away from shore only heals my heart. Sophia-san refused to heal the wounds that nearly killed me.
Because of that, I’m not in a state to fight. The severity of my injuries is comparable to being hit by a car. I could really use a clean bed and a beautiful nurse.
Setting aside the nurse, I do want a clean bed. I thought a ship requested from Keibeck would be a warship or a noble’s vessel, but it’s a former noble’s ship that’s been decommissioned and refitted as a fishing boat. It smells fishy. Was our bond not strong enough? This time, I’ll go even deeper…
“Now that everyone has gathered, I will announce this mission’s objective, but before that! Sophia-san, please don’t place your tea on this guillotine collar!”
The guillotine collar that I gifted to Orietta and put on Priscilla-san is currently being worn by me. Did Sophia-san mistake it for a place to put her tea? Strange things happen.
“It was just here, so…”
You should put it on the table. This ship used to belong to nobles, so there are plenty of rooms. And don’t spill it. Hot tea dripping on bare skin will cause burns. A naked, injured person and a guillotine collar. That’s my current situation.
“Then, let’s begin the announcement.”
Is a drumroll necessary? Spotlight over here. Don’t shine it on my lower body, it’s not fit for broadcast.
“We will now land in Nordland, the country of the Demon Lord. Upon landing, our first objective is to move by horse to the Nebel Bridge connecting Harm and Nordland, and install the chemical weapon sprayer that Orietta created!”
It’s decided! Amidst the hero’s resounding declaration, cheers and applause that seemed to shake the venue died down into silence. …Why!
“Ah, pass me that jam.”
We’re eating meals! Let’s enjoy our meal. Witty conversation and delicious food. Talk of war, fish, bread, and beans. I wish I could have a warm meal and clothes soon. And heal my injuries…
“Are you listening? Everyone…”
“We’re listening. You’re going to kill the Demon Lord, right?”
They’re not listening. The Demon Lord is after the chemical weapons. You don’t have to aim for him if you don’t want to. Starving them out is the primary objective. The Demon Lord is second. Free love is third.
“Captain, eat this too.”
A sandwich was handed to my right hand. Can’t you see the guillotine collar? Do you think your hand can reach my mouth? My right collarbone is broken.
Extending my left tentacle prost, I re-grasped the sandwich with my left hand and brought it to my mouth. It’s surprisingly edible. I wish they had fed me, though.
“We will land from the Nordland side to prevent the Demon Lord from escaping. The purpose of installing the chemical weapon sprayer in the center of the Nebel Bridge is to sever movement between Harm and Nordland and cut off supply lines. We will defeat the Demon Lord if we can, after that. Our main objective is to cut off supply lines, so don’t misunderstand!”
Finally, the venue is getting excited!? The wave of joy directed at the hero was replaced by “boring,” “not fun,” “can’t see blood,” and “premature ejaculation” enveloping me…
The last part is because I’m thrusting at Godspeed! I’m the world’s best in terms of forward and backward motion! Putting that aside… I didn’t expect such an unpopular strategy. Don’t they understand a parent’s desire to win with minimal burden?
“Of course, if we can defeat the Demon Lord, we will. I brought Alma here to identify the Demon Lord.”
I have a grasp of the Demon Lord’s characteristics. His true face is hidden by a mask, but he apparently has the only backward horn among demons. If only I knew his face, I could draw a likeness and issue a nationwide wanted poster.
“We’ll know when we meet him. He’s the Demon Lord.”
Alma, who’s eating freely with them, pisses me off with her baseless words. I’m naked except for this guillotine collar. I wish they’d at least let me wear pants.
“…Th-that’s what he says. Please accept that we’ll defeat him if we can.”
I’m still somewhat unsure if everyone was convinced from this live broadcast, but it’s now over. No encores. I need to get back quickly or I’ll miss the last train.
“Alright… The talk and the meal are over. Who’s next for guard duty?”
“Me. This is my first time with a guillotine collar.”
Good for you. I’m happy you get to take Alana’s virginity. I’m the one wearing the collar, though. Should I put one on Alana too?
We’re still moving, so guard duty continues. Encores are for the bed…
The sea breeze feels pleasant. Are those dolphins below? They’re swimming along together, looking comfortable. This is the privilege of a prime seat. Moreover, embracing a beautiful naked goddess like this, is this paradise or the first circle of hell?
“Hero-dono. I have something to discuss. Would you mind coming up?”
I’m watching the dolphins swim from my prime seat at the ship’s bow, and this captain is so rude. Oliver-san, the captain of this fishing boat, is an elderly man of the sea. His skin is tanned, and his muscles are more impressive than mine. He also drinks heartily, so he’d get along with Priscilla-san.
I am not on the ship’s bow like in the movies, embracing a woman’s waist and saying, “It’s like flying.”
I am at the ship’s bow, but I’m tied to the figurehead of a goddess beyond it, enduring the sea breeze and the occasional high waves. That’s why he said “come up” instead of “come down.”
If I could “come up” then, they’d untie the ropes. Why must I watch dolphins while getting drenched by waves?
“Could you call Orietta, one of our members? I’ll come up right away then…”
The person who tied me up would be able to untie me easily. Besides, Sophia-san or Alana wouldn’t have enough strength to support my weight. I can’t afford to be thrown into the sea.
“Are you coming up…?”
“No! No thank you! I’m fine like this!”
This captain, of all people, brought Priscilla?! She’s the worst one! She must still be angry. Even though she forgave me for the guillotine collar incident.
After my encore with Alana, the guillotine collar was removed, and Sophia-san healed my injuries, which were about as severe as being hit by a car.
Without much greeting to the captain, I decided to try trolling from the stern of the ship, as we were on the sea. I had the equipment. I made my debut as an Otherworldly Fisherman.
I trailed the lure for about thirty minutes, but didn’t catch any fish. I thought this was typical for a first-time angler, but then a fish I didn’t want to catch took the bait.
Alma Rosenberg. A demon woman who declares herself my wife. She approached me, saying, “Instead of fish, why don’t you catch me!” And I retorted, “Shall I go trolling with you as bait?!” Behind me, she said, “I’ll be bait” and started taking off her clothes.
Well, bait wouldn’t be wearing clothes, but with the White Lily Corps and other crew members a short distance away, isn’t she not just audacious, but completely unhinged?
And then, she hugged me from behind, I was seen by Priscilla-san, I was hung from the bow, we played in the water, and Priscilla called out that she’d bring me up.
This is the current situation. And of course, my next action was to be dropped. I didn’t know this, but my ankle was tied with a different rope.
The ropes tying me to the figurehead were cut, and with my ankles extended from the bow as a pivot, I became bait for trolling.
“Serves you right! This is what happens when you do things in secret!”
What I was doing was fishing, trolling. Alma took off her clothes, and it was her doing, not mine. I just felt the swell of her chest on my back.
“Priscilla-chan, if you don’t bring him up soon, the Hero-dono will become fish food.”
“What!? Are they swimming together!?”
“Those are dolphins, you know. They’re carnivorous and ferocious. They move in packs. If you don’t hurry, only bones will be left.”
You should have told me sooner. I almost had some quality time with cute dolphins! Did God tamper with the animal encyclopedia again? They’re like piranhas! Hurry and bring me up, Priscilla!
Priscilla-san pulled me up just as my precious companion was about to be halved. If this part of me were gone, my role in the White Lily Corps would be halved. …Halved is okay, right?
“It seems you’ve finally come up. I have something to discuss with Hero-dono.”
First, be concerned! I was dropped into a swarm of piranhas. And second, give me some clothes. What do you want to discuss with a naked man? I’d rather have naked conversations with girls…
“I’m sorry, but we can’t proceed any further north. We’ll be entering the Mermaid’s Territory soon.”
Here it comes~ Mermaids! Mermaids, one of the epitomes of fantasy beauty. There are beautiful monsters like elves and succubi, but mermaids are indispensable.
I seem to recall that their lower half is fish, but they can grow legs and become human. I’m not interested in fish, but I’m very interested in their upper halves. Are they naked like me? Or do they wear seashell bikinis?
“Is it because there are mermaids that we can’t proceed?”
“I haven’t asked how far north you intend to go, and it’s currently their birthing season. Krakens appear following them.”
We haven’t told them the exact details of our destination. It’s military intelligence, and I only told them to head north. Who would have the guts to take them north, saying it’s a one-way trip to Nordland?
“When mermaids give birth, krakens appear…”
“That’s right. They’re ferocious. They appear around the time of the mermaids’ births.”
I understand mermaids. They’re probably a mix of human and fish. But Krakens, I don’t know. I think I’ve heard of them, but I don’t remember well.
In short, is the kraken a stalker of mermaids? Stalking is not good. And the inability to advance north is even worse.
“When there are mermaids, fish gather, making it a good fishing ground. But this time of year is bad. Krakens are ferocious enough to sink ships.”
“Then why don’t we just kill them?”
Perhaps my opinion, which aligns with Priscilla-san’s, is due to my growing desensitization to the value of life. Don’t look at my lower body without bringing clothes. It’s embarrassing. It’s cold, so warm me up.
“That’s right. I feel bad for the kraken, but we’ll have to kill it. Besides, we can’t have our fishing grounds disturbed, can we?”
“Ugh… That’s true, but…”
He must be terrified of the kraken. Since the White Lily Corps is here, please sail north with confidence. Besides, it’s a hero’s duty to protect beauties from stalkers.
Of course, I’m not fighting to the death just because they’re beautiful. I’m fighting for the sake of “cute,” “beautiful,” and “the possibility of being thanked by a topless mermaid.”
Towards Nordland, I fight with the dream of a harem as the final hurdle.
