Supplies for the assault on Marder Fortress were completed, and we departed as scheduled, though Priscilla complained bitterly and refused to get out of bed until the very end.
I had guard duty with Alana the night before yesterday. Alana is a cat demi-human; her meows are cute, and she always digs her claws into my back. I suppose I should face her, but Alana is stronger than I am. She could snap my neck bones with ease.
Orietta had guard duty last night. She always tries to make me drink some suspicious medicine. I drank it after confirming it wasn’t life-threatening and wouldn’t affect my work, but I don’t remember what happened afterward. I wish I didn’t have to drink medicine, but if I don’t, she’ll start dispersing gas next. I can’t inconvenience those around me.
The assault on Marder Fortress is simple. The enemy consists of about a hundred mercenaries and knights. We are only six members of the White Lily Corps. I just ride in the carriage. There’s no way a modern Japanese person could fight with a sword.
My work is logistics. Supplies, movement, meals, negotiations, and nighttime duties. Priscilla handles the direct combat command, so my role is over when that starts.
I want it to end without seeing too much blood. It’s strange to say that in a battlefield, but most of the members get excited when they see blood. I’ve devised a strategy, so you can do as you please after this. I’ll do my best with the rest. …As much as possible.
The assault on Marder Fortress began, timed for dusk. Orietta was at the forefront. While Orietta, an alchemist, has no more combat ability than I do, she wears “Armored Alchemy Formula,” which is similar to a Powered Suit in our world. Her strength rivals Priscilla when she’s a Lycanthrope.
The arrows and magic attacks from the fortress were ineffective against the Armored Alchemy Formula, and Orietta, powered up, smashed through Marder Fortress’s gate.
“Well done, Orietta. You can return to the Captain now. Christine, Alana, charge! Rufina! Stop yawning and raise the dead! Sophia, provide magical support. Let’s go!”
Priscilla, swinging her Buster Sword and cutting through humans like paper.
Christine, whose opponents unfortunately suffer heart attacks before even a single clash.
Alana, who toys with the enemy even after killing them, and cuts down anyone who interferes.
Rufina, who controls hordes of Zombies like limbs and tortures a single person with the swarm.
I’ve seen it once, so I know what they’re doing. Poor people of the fortress. There’s no way a mere hundred men could stop the White Lily Corps. “The problem arises after the conquest.” One of those problems has returned.
“Welcome back, Orietta. Is the conquest going smoothly?”
As I helped Orietta out of her Armored Alchemy Formula, she hugged me.
“We’re still in battle. And wear clothes when you put on the armored suit.”
“My clothes get caught when I wear the armored suit~”
“Please stop wearing those Gothic Lolita-style clothes. There are more combat-appropriate outfits.”
“It’s fine~. Isn’t this quicker~?”
Quicker? That’s right. That’s exactly right. Everyone in this White Lily Corps gets excited during combat, and if they don’t control that excitement, they’ll end up like Nuyoo.
The Captain’s job includes this as well. It’s clearly stated in the corps rules: control your excitement.
“It’s Priscilla’s turn today.”
Even though I know it’s a long shot, none of them will listen. If I force them, the spear will undoubtedly turn towards me.
“We’re still in the middle of it~. We have things to ‘do’ too~.”
Orietta is small, like Alana, but for some reason, her power is the highest in the corps; she doesn’t even need a Powered Suit.
Being hugged tightly by the small Orietta reminds me of the pain of my broken ribs. The last time, perhaps when Orietta climaxed, she hugged me so hard that she broke two ribs on each side.
“I want to kiss you~.”
There’s no way I could refuse the adorable Orietta, so I kissed her and held her close. Considering only Orietta’s height, it feels very risky, but it seems that the coming-of-age ceremony has been completed for Alana as well.
The enemy won’t be able to reach this far now. I carried Orietta onto the carriage and laid her down on a soft cushion I had prepared.
“Orietta, you’re beautiful.”
Even though I’m used to it, Orietta’s skin is lovely. She doesn’t look like a girl who works as a mercenary at all, but I’ve seen her crush mercenaries’ heads with her armored suit.
I made love to Orietta while everyone else was fighting. I don’t think it’s disrespectful. If I had refused and Orietta put on the armored suit again, the outcome would be obvious. Her One Strike power that broke the gate would have been directed at us.
As Marder Fortress fell silent, Orietta’s moans echoed in the distant forest.
