“We will volunteer to be the rear guard as well.”
Baron Haida Krisel was surprised and delighted. There were those who wouldn’t abandon the abandoned House Krisel.
“But why…”
“Please consider it a personal matter. Volunteers from our White Lily Corps and the 7th Unit will participate.”
“Thank you, thank you so much…”
Baron Haida Krisel shed tears and was lost for words. They hadn’t willingly accepted this rear guard duty. Was their resolve just a show of bravado? No one truly wanted to be the rear guard.
“Now, about future command and arrangements, I’d like to decide them.”
“Regarding that, I will handle the arrangements, and command will be entrusted to the White Lily Corps.”
Normally, command authority rested with nobles, and mercenaries would not take command unless absolutely necessary. Was an unusual situation occurring, or was there another reason?
“Understood. I will report on the encampment and formations later.”
“…Aren’t you going to ask? About the command authority?”
“I will take it as proof of your trust.”
There must be a significant reason, likely unique to nobles. Even if he asked, he couldn’t do anything about it, and more importantly, it was better than having incompetent command.
Baron Krisel leaned against my chest, expressing thanks repeatedly, and then pulled down my pants… Huh?!
“It’s all I can do for you right now…”
My partner, who had been a slime, grew into a Petty Knife inside Haida’s mouth. I barely suppressed the urge to hold its head and thrust it in and out repeatedly.
“B-Baroness Krisel! Stop!”
I cried out in my mind, and silently considered the situation. Outside the tent stood burly knights as guards, and inside, a refined, beautiful woman was licking the Petty Knife like a rutting female.
“B-Baroness Krisel! Your tip feels good!”
I cried out in my mind again and silently considered. What should I do? Perhaps it was “goodwill,” or “atonement” for unwanted assistance. In either case, this situation was bad.
“Nmph… slurp nchuu… am… chnmuhnfu”
Obscene sounds echoed from inside the tent, and my heart danced… Was this a time to dance?! I had to do something… I had to… or should I dance…?!
I danced, on a stage bathed in spotlights. I thrust my hips, despite the knights outside the tent.
…It’s also called imalatio.
“Ah! Eugh… eg…!”
Forgive my overindulgence. In any case, I wanted to finish quickly, so I moved my hips towards Haida’s mouth. But of course, at a time like this, nothing came out when it should…
“Egu… Young, very rough.”
Haida said, holding the Petty Knife she’d removed from her mouth, with a slightly troubled look. She was cute. But, this had to end. It was a shame I couldn’t finish completely, but it had to end here.
“It’s okay to be rough here.”
Haida took off her robe, lifted her skirt, pulled her shorts down to her knees, and leaned on the table, presenting her behind.
“W-Why…”
While my own was still out, I said that, but it’s as strange as what Baroness Haida Krisel was doing. She didn’t have to go this far to fight…
“Let me feel like a woman right now…”
Switch on! The already wet honey pot readily accepted the Petty Knife. I had to perform as expected… no, better than expected!
■■■■, condensation.
The Petty Knife, swelling inside Haida and growing larger, became a Buster Sword that would cut through everything, and attacked Haida.
“Ahhhh… B-Big…!”
The Buster Sword, as thick as an arm, forcefully dilated Haida’s honey pot, thrusting deep within and repeatedly playing with its depths.
“I’m going to br-break…”
Her voice was loud enough to be heard outside. There was no soundproof tent, and it might be dangerous to continue… It couldn’t be helped.
I thrust even deeper, pushing the Buster Sword into the honey pot until my hand could reach Haida’s face, and covered her mouth with my hand.
“Hmph! …Ugh… Nnugu!”
Now, her voice wouldn’t reach outside. With my hand over her mouth, her cute little cries would be unheard, but now I could move freely… It couldn’t be helped.
Godspeed! Fifty millimeters, cannonball!
My Buster Sword began to move at Godspeed. Nothing could stop it now, until I’d emptied everything, until I’d made Haida’s honey pot completely white!
…In less than a second, all strength left Haida’s body, and she spasmed and collapsed face-down on the table. Even when I removed my hand from her mouth, she didn’t make a sound. I even had to place my hand on her neck to check for a pulse.
It was over… What Baroness Krisel was thinking when she embraced me, only she would know. Whether I took advantage of it, or felt pity, would likely not matter to her.
It wasn’t over yet… I hadn’t finished. If she came first and fell asleep, what would I do?
■■■■, melting.
A Petty Knife would likely cause less damage than a Buster Sword. I fired my chain gun at Haida, who had lost consciousness and fallen asleep, and finished by spitting melted white chocolate into her honey pot.
I cleaned up as if nothing had happened, dressed Baroness Krisel again as if nothing had happened, and made her sleep on the sofa.
“I’ll handle the rest.”
I kissed the cheek of the sleeping Baroness Krisel and exited the tent. I wanted her to return alive. I left the tent and called for a nearby knight.
“Hey! Baroness Krisel has collapsed from mental fatigue. Find a healing mage! And also the commander of the Krisel army! Hurry!”
Now then, what about our fighting strength… Baroness Krisel had about fifty cavalry, but I had them retreat earlier. Even if she wasn’t the head of the House, Haida Krisel was incapacitated, so they couldn’t fight.
We had a hundred mercenaries who followed Christine, the foolhardy ones, and seven members of the White Lily Corps. It wasn’t an army, but it was brigade strength. We might be able to buy time if we weren’t facing Orcs, but how long could we last…
After repeated trips to set up the formation and position the troops, as the last unit began to retreat, the Orcs arrived in formation, as if on a picnic.
“This battle compensation won’t be worth it if the opponents are Orcs.”
“Consider them more difficult than ordinary Orcs.”
“That’s exactly it. We need to get paid extra.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Hey, it’s extra! One kill per person!”
What were they deciding on their own? And one kill per person, how much of a rip-off was that? I object!
“Rejected. They’re Orcs. Our lives are on the line, so what’s the harm in a little more?”
Was I being set up? It felt like they had this planned from the beginning. Everyone was looking at me with expectant eyes. I couldn’t say no in this situation. What a strategist!
“One kill per person. Attack!”
In this situation, there was no other choice. If anyone could say something else, I’d challenge them anytime!
“Fufu. One kill per person, how generous. That’s twenty Orcs, or twenty liters for me. ■■■■, Great Sigh of the Dead…”
Before Rufina could finish her incantation, a platinum line of light from behind us burned through the air, sweeping away the Orcs and causing the bisected Orcs to explode.
“Who is it!?”
Rufina, who thought she was going to be the first to strike, couldn’t hide her surprise. I was surprised too! A platinum line of light appeared in the distance to the upper left, and then the Orcs were cut in half. Even from that distance, the heat was incredible; one would get burned if shot up close.
“You, Sophia! How dare you steal my prey.”
Sophia, whom we had assigned to support and healing behind us, suddenly unleashed such an attack. Unlike when she dealt with the Golem, this one was accompanied by an explosion, so had the power increased? Was it the result of short-term effort, or blinded by the reward?
Sophia smiled at us and gave a V-sign. Was that a V-sign? Or was it a count of the twenty Orcs she had defeated?
Could it be… or rather, is this a dangerous situation? Sophia’s battle compensation is Buster Swords until she’s satisfied. It’s the same as Priscilla’s, but Priscilla is easy. Because after one time, she’s surprisingly satisfied.
What about Sophia? Is her satisfaction based on recurrence? Or will she start saying troublesome things like “emotional connection”?
With Sophia, our guard duty is filled with constant flirting. It starts before we even get into bed, we have one or two rounds, and then we continue flirting even after waking up. We’re doing it right up until the moment we have to leave the room, so when exactly will she be satisfied?
“Satisfaction” is an ambiguous promise. If Sophia says she’s not satisfied, won’t it continue forever? Sophia already has the right to receive battle compensation for twenty times. If she says she’s not satisfied, the number won’t decrease. This is bad!
“Here they come again. Ten Orcs. ■■■■, Great Sigh of the Dead…”
This time, the Orcs’ chests swelled for a moment, they spat blood, and died. There’s only one person in the world who can use this kind of power…
“Christine! That’s my prey!”
Rufina, unable to hide her anger, and I, unable to hide my fear. Christine made undecided things her battle compensation. Ten of them! This is bad. This is really bad for me. It’s like I’ve signed a blank check for a dangerous person!
“Oh, oh, everyone’s doing well, aren’t you? Trolls have even shown up. Trolls are five times!”
Don’t just decide things yourself, Priscilla! Don’t get happy, everyone! Five times is no joke. Five Orcs to one Troll. I’ll take this one.
With my Godspeed fully engaged, I dealt with the Orcs, and the Troll was big, so it took some effort, but it wasn’t impossible to defeat. I’ll take the battle compensation.
“Oh, the Captain himself is going, that’s flashy and good. Everyone charge, kill them all!”
Ah, the command, ah, the strategy… It can’t be helped now.
“I’ll kill you! Individual free combat, charge!”
There’s nothing more to be done. In this situation, all I can do is defeat as many as possible and lighten the battle compensation.
