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The Silver Owl was stunned by the scene beyond the Labyrinth City’s gate.
The double iron gates they had passed through were already down,
sealing off the pursuit of the monsters that had tried to kill them.
However, many monsters had entered the Labyrinth City from the inside, attacking the defending soldiers on the walls with crude weapons.
“The city… how many more walls do we have to cross?”
Their leader, Coraluf, felt a strong urge to agree with the porter Yerubaru’s muttered words and issued orders to escape the critical situation as nearby monsters had spotted them.
“Newbies! That way is the closest! Hurry!”
“Hurry up, hurry up♪! The monsters inside are hungry for prey♪!”
“Now’s our chance while the newbies are acting as decoys! Get your quota of kills!”
The Labyrinth City on the Magatsu Continent.
It is a paradise for adventurers who can strike it rich.
However, to reach that paradise, one must go through hell.
(Is this what the bards sang about?!)
Coraluf cursed as he realized the goal was still far away,
checking the attrition rate of his party members, he slashed the left leg of a greedy Orc as they passed.
The Large Shield, Godwin’s beloved shield, which served as the party’s tank, was half-destroyed, and the remaining part was dented and needed repair.
“Argh, damn it. Hey Lucius. I can’t use my shield, so you need to deal with the monsters…”
“I know. I lost my rapier too, and we’re outnumbered.”
Lucius, the party’s ace attacker, argued with Godwin while parrying an Orc with his curved sword.
“Lar (Coraluf’s nickname), I’m almost out of magic power…”
“Chris, we can see the gate soon. Just hold on until then.”
Christia, the party’s healer, turned pale from magic power depletion and started to fall behind.
Lucius had no choice but to switch positions with her.
He followed behind Godwin and Yerubaru, with Lucius between them.
Twenty minutes later.
They reached the second gate and
passed through under covering fire from the walls.
Just as they were about to feel relieved to finally see a livable cityscape,
“Shar!”
a Lizardman emerged from a building.
“No way…”
“We’re not out of the city yet?”
“No time for complaints. Monsters are still coming from behind. We need to shake them off while being wary of dead ends.”
“Lar…”
“Ugh. W-wha. The Orcs are lifting the iron bars—.”
“Let’s go.”
The Silver Owl, scattered throughout the city, heard the curses and screams of their comrades on the same large ship, wondering if they would ever reach their destination. They tossed the monsters aside,
holding their breath and peering down the street from the second-floor window of a building.
“Fugo? ”
“Hoo. Fugafuga…”
The bipedal monsters, skilled in close combat, moved through the streets as if hunting humans, without any signs of conflict, leading them to worry about their dwindling food supplies.
“What do we do, leader?”
“I don’t have a shield.”
“…Ugh, *gak*.”
“Christia is losing consciousness. Should we use a stimulant? Or save it as drinking water…”
“Chris…”
Leader? Leader?
(This isn’t how it was supposed to be… Ugh, *gakun*)
“Leader!? *Mogah*. …So…”
Coraluf also lost consciousness.
The three of them cried out in shock at the situation,
hastily covering their mouths with both hands.
Their hearts pounded wildly, *dokkun*, *bakun*, as they exchanged glances and peered down into the street, checking if the monsters had noticed them.
” ” ” …Haaah… Thank goodness…” ” ”
Realizing they hadn’t been noticed, they sank to the ground.
*Hisso* *Hisso*
The three of them whispered a secret conversation, considering abandoning Coraluf and Christia who had been demoted to burdens.
(If I could just resupply my weapons, could I get through this crisis alone?)
Lucius thought, looking at Coraluf’s chipped sword.
(Ah, I hate thinking. Asking someone what to do is also scary. The reward after being saved is too high. Ahh, I don’t know whether to abandon them or not!)
Godwin stood with his arms crossed, feigning composure, but his thoughts were the opposite.
(Abandon them, don’t abandon them. Abandon them. But, *chirora*. After I’ve had my fill of Christia’s body. If we escape separately, there’s no guarantee I’ll have such a delicious opportunity again. It’s forgivable to have a good time before dying, right? ♪♪. )
Yerubaru agreed with Lucius on abandoning them, hiding his vulgar thoughts and ulterior motives.
“So, whether we live or die…”
“…It’s time to settle old scores.”
“Good luck to you both.”
They played rock-paper-scissors to decide the order in which they would leave the building and enter the street.
Lucius, Yerubaru, and Godwin were the chosen order, but
as soon as Yerubaru left the building, he slipped into the shadows of a nearby building, out of Godwin’s line of sight. A few minutes later.
Yerubaru watched from hiding as Godwin, trembling with nerves, emerged onto the street.
He glanced furtively at the higher-ups on the wall, the guards.
He looked down the street.
Godwin then hid himself back inside a building.
(That bastard~~)
While this was happening, Yerubaru grew impatient as he heard the screams of survivors approaching.
” !! (Get out of there quickly!!!!)”
The leader’s hand-me-down.
A well-used, developed body.
Yerubaru, frustrated by the dwindling chance to have Christia’s naked body to himself,
threw a small stone, *koon*, *koon*, against the wall to drive Godwin out of the building where he had holed up.
With a whoosh, Godwin emerged from the building, wielding Christia’s staff, which enhanced her recovery magic, like a bludgeon. As Godwin retreated back into the building, Yerubaru charged.
*Busu*
“Gah?! I-Ye, gah!”
“Hoo, hoo. Dammit…”
The scent of blood alerted the monsters.
However, to have Christia’s naked body to himself,
he dragged Godwin, who was taller and more muscular than him, to a building on the other side and left him there. He figured the monsters would waste time with Godwin’s corpse on the other side.
He went up to the second floor.
Approaching the two, whom he had gagged and bound behind their backs to prevent them from waking up and causing a scene or chasing him, he then throttled Coraluf.
“He, hehehe.”
The joy of having Christia all to himself.
The suppressed impulse.
Both combined, Yerubaru tore Christia’s clothes to shreds and raped her as her magic recovered and she awoke.
Like a beast. Mating. Seeding.
He pushed everything else out of his mind.
He had two choices: to feel refreshed or to enjoy himself until the monsters came upstairs.
Yerubaru chose the former.
(Lucky. I’m lucky. Hehehe, I found a wall connected to the top of the rampart. I can follow the rampart to the Labyrinth City. I can make it! )
As he experienced post-coital bliss, he planned his next moves.
He then left, abandoning Christia, who was covered in tears and snot, glaring at him.
“Nguu, nguu.”
She moaned, “Wait for me,” but
Yerubaru was gone.
Beside her lay her beloved Coraluf, breathing as if asleep.
Outside, the sounds of monsters and the screams of someone being attacked echoed.
Soon, someone would pass by here.
Or someone being chased would seek refuge in this building.
She had been thoroughly violated and was in no condition to fight.
She would be used as a decoy by the monsters.
Christia desperately pleaded with Yerubaru to return, but
no footsteps were heard.
Instead, the screams of those destined to die grew closer.
” !…”
Praying desperately to God that they would just pass by.
She looked around the room again, trying to loosen the ropes binding her hands.
(They took all the sharp objects. Even a pointed object would be fine… Ah, why isn’t there anything?)
Struggling like a caterpillar, she wondered if she could cut the ropes on the corner of the wall.
She moved her arms up and down, trying to cut the ropes.
“Fu, uuu.”
She scraped her hand against the corner, cutting the rope.
Blood meant the monsters would notice.
Ignoring the pain,
Christia cut the ropes, stripped Coraluf of his clothes, and
taking them as a memento, she hid herself in another room.
As soon as the group on the street passed by, she began searching the building for a safe place and food.
(I will definitely survive! Watch over me, Lar. I will make a fortune and build you a grave in our hometown!)
