This is an extra story to commemorate reaching 15 million PV.
I’ve finally finished it. I’ll be sending it out in three parts.
I apologize for the delay in posting due to lack of time.
Furthermore, I have no set date for posting episode 51 at this time. I will announce it in my activity report when I do.
“Kuh… *Sneeze* Uuuh… My nose area feels… ticklish. This forge has a strong presence of God Clan. Over there… I don’t like them.”
Holy Spirit Serena, who had been observing Zweis’s performance in the forge with Hal and the others, felt a tickle in her nose.
It was hard to imagine Holy Spirit Serena, a being who had unified a group of Holy Element Spirits with God’s Miracle, catching a cold.
Perhaps she was affected by the dense divine energy swirling around Zwei, who was using cheat skills and divine artifacts granted by the gods in the forge without hesitation?
Holy Spirit Serena’s divine realm has labeled her a black history and she was given an ultimatum by the Goddess of Light, Lucialurei, who appeared using Ain’s body as a vessel: either change her race to Human Race or be decomposed back into her original Holy Spirit form. That’s why she dislikes the God Clan.
“… *Sneeze* I don’t feel well.”
As she was fluttering aimlessly through the forge like a drunken reveler, Dietlinde, a High Elf, grabbed her.
“I caught you. You seem weak, perhaps this is a chance to strangle you?”
“Let me go… Kuh, *sneezes*”
“What! That’s disgusting! I can’t afford to catch your cold! Erotic old man carrying germs, be purged!”
“U, Ugyaaaaaa—”
Dietlinde, who had intended to tease Holy Spirit Serena as usual by grabbing her with her bare hands, instinctively threw her away the moment she realized she seemed genuinely unwell.
As Holy Spirit Serena was thrown away screaming, Shera was relieved, holding her Zantou (Greatsword) that had just finished maintenance…
“*Heh, HEEECKSHOOOON!!*”
Just before colliding with Shera, Holy Spirit Serena let out a colossal sneeze.
At that moment, a three-dimensional layered magic circle of the space-time system unfolded around Holy Spirit Serena, and she was teleported to another world through a gap in space-time, along with Shera, who was nearby.
The moment she was caught up in it, Shera stored her Zantou into her Item Box and then released her Beastification, returning to her Shera form. In a way, it was a remarkable reaction.
Perhaps Shera, the moment she realized she was caught up in an interdimensional transfer, thought it would be more advantageous to return to her basic, original form.
Incidentally, her clothing did not tear as it had before due to the shrinkage of her body.
This was because Zwei was wearing a prototype garment woven from stretchable fabric and sewed by Kirika, who enjoyed making cosplay costumes, for Shera, who would either tear her clothes or change into new ones with each transformation.
Thanks to this garment, Shera could now transform without worrying about her clothes tearing.
“Uwaaaaaaa… My eyes are spinning—!”
“Eeeek… No, it hurts… Hal-sama, help me…! Nooo—!!”
Holy Spirit Serena and Shera, who were sucked into the gap in space-time, were sent to a dimly lit place.
The pillars and walls of the place were carved with grotesque Magical Beast reliefs.
The floor was cold, gloomy cobblestone, and the ceiling was high, giving it the appearance of a rather spacious area.
“Wh-where is this? It’s very eerie.”
“It seems… we’ve arrived in a dangerous place. There’s evil magic filling the air. Let’s get out of here quickly.”
“Understood. My Fox Tail is also feeling… tingly.”
“Who are you? Are you dung foxes and moths defiling my Throne Room?”
As Holy Spirit Serena and Shera cautiously observed their surroundings, a haughty yet ice-cold female voice echoed from a raised area.
However, judging by the quality of the voice, she seemed to be a young woman.
As their eyes adjusted to the dimness, they saw a chair placed in the center of a raised dais, and the woman who had spoken was sitting on it.
As their eyes adjusted further, they could see that the chair was a bizarre creation made of combined human and Magical Beast skeletons, and the woman sitting on it had a pair of twisted horns growing from the sides of her head and bat-like wings sprouting from her back.
“I… I’m Shera! A cute little fox… ♪ ♪”
“And that’s Serena. A harmless Fairy.”
Sensing that the person who had addressed them was dangerous, Shera tilted her head cutely and declared herself to be an adorable little fox.
It was a slightly cunning gesture, but given the darkness, it was unlikely to be noticed.
Holy Spirit Serena, following suit, pretended to be a harmless fairy. If one knew her usual demeanor, it would surely be met with a snicker.
“As I thought… dung foxes and moths. To think that the first rare guests to visit my Throne Room are such weaklings…”
“I’m a cute little fox! Not a dung fox!!”
“I’m not a moth either. You should introduce yourself too. That’s courtesy!”
“It’s too much trouble to introduce myself to mere weaklings like you… I am Grace Arkride=Corgan. One of the great Demon Kings! Bow down!!”
“A… Demon King! Why… am I here!! It’s Serena’s fault!!”
“That was unavoidable. It’s not her fault.”
“Quiet! You’re starting a trivial conversation before me, who will be officially enthroned as Demon King as soon as my father’s mourning period ends tomorrow!!”
“So… you’re not officially a Demon King yet?”
“Shera, you noticed. She’s also a Demon King egg, just like Shera.”
“Shh! Shhh… Don’t reveal me!”
“I will not forgive your nonsensical chatter! Become a sacrifice to my kin!!”
*Snap*
Grace, the self-proclaimed Demon King, snapped her fingers. Candles placed on top of skulls embedded in the walls were lit, illuminating the Throne Room and them.
Grace had jet-black hair, dark brown skin, and sharp, glowing crimson eyes. Her lips were a deep red, as if dripping blood. She was a beautiful woman, perhaps even a beautiful girl.
Her attire was a luxurious black mourning dress with generous use of lace, and her décolletage was a “sac of breasts” seemingly about to spill out.
“Appear! Goblins!!”
Grace then waved her right arm lightly from left to right.
Five magic circles appeared on the cobblestone floor, and Goblins were summoned into each.
So, Grace’s authority as a Demon King is the same as Kirika’s summoning magic!?
No, considering this is the Throne Room at the deepest part of the Demon King’s castle, she might have simply summoned her subordinate Magical Beasts using her Demon King authority.
“Gyaaaaaaaa—”
The five summoned Goblins, each holding a rusty dagger or a dirty club with both hands, rushed towards Shera.
Their tongues hung out, saliva dripping from their mouths. Their faces were flushed with lust, clearly intending to play with, rape, and then devour Shera.
“Nooo… I’m not a breeding bag or food!”
*Dogaaaan!*
The next moment, Shera took something out of her Item Box and threw it onto the cobblestone floor.
It appeared to be a smoke bomb, and after an explosive sound, white smoke billowed forth, concealing Shera’s body.
And as the smoke cleared…
“It’s a billion years too early for you to try and rape and kill me! Die!!”
Shera, who had quickly transformed back into her Shera form, swung her Zantou, which had been maintained and reforged by Zwei, with her inherent great strength in a horizontal arc.
At that moment, the Goblins who had closed in were cut in half from their waist, and as they died, spewing blood and entrails, they turned into worn-out Copper Coins and fell to the floor.
*Charing, Charing, Charing, Charing, Charing*
“Th-they turned into Copper Coins!?”
“This world probably has such rules. I’ve figured something else out too. This world, like our own, is within the Nocturne Divine Realm. I can also trace the trajectory of the space-time transfer, so I think we can reach the location and time immediately after we were sent, but I need a little more time for analysis.”
“Is that so? But isn’t it time to focus on the enemies in front of us? My Zantou, which has been maintained, is thirsty for blood!”
“Yes, please buy us some time. That self-proclaimed Demon King is a very interesting being. While her dominant traits are those of a Demon King, she also possesses sacred qualities like those of a Hero or Saintess.”
“What on earth is that?”
“Even if you ask me… I have no idea.”
“Ho. You’re not too bad, dung fox. How about this!”
Grace waved her right arm again, and a magic circle unfolded, summoning ten Orcs.
“Pigs are bothersome with their thick back fat… it’s a hassle to cut them down, though.”
Upon seeing the Orcs, Shera made a slightly displeased face, but with lightning speed, she cut down all the Orcs again.
And as she tried to cremate their remains with the foxfire floating around her, the Orcs’ corpses turned into Magic Stones.
“Then, how about this! You won’t be able to defeat them with brute force. You audacious dung fox!!”
Next, she summoned Specters, beings of pure spirit.
She seemed to have judged that they couldn’t be cut with a Zantou because they were spiritual beings.
Grace curled the corners of her mouth, provoking Shera.
“You’re a coward! To summon subordinates you can’t defeat… But it’s no problem!!”
*Dogaaaan!*
In response, Shera put away her Zantou into her Item Box and took out another smoke bomb, hiding herself.
The next moment, purifying flames, like hellfire, burned and annihilated the Specters.
As they vanished, jewels scattered onto the floor.
In the now clear area stood Shera, smiling, holding the Himorogi Magic Staff lent to her by Hal-sama.
And from Shera’s backside, two fluffy, soft pure white Fox Tails swayed happily.
In “Princess Harem,” Elise and Freya claim ownership of their respective Fox Tails, making Shera hesitate to transform. But this is another world.
Relieved by the absence of natural enemies, Shera’s smile bloomed.
“Specters are no match for me. Also, I warn you. Those who called me a dung fox have all become cold guests in the underworld.”
“…”
Though Shera feigned nonchalance, the way her pure white, two-tailed Fox Tails swayed suggested pride.
Grace, on the other hand, furrowed her brows, regretting the failure of her plan.
However, Grace maintained a composed demeanor on the surface, which the experienced Shera saw right through.
Sensing that her intentions were perceived, Grace harbored clear murderous intent towards the dung fox.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 50.5-2 “Even in Another World, [Old Man Attack]” has been scheduled for release at 0:00 on August 19th.
[Announcement]
I have posted a short story on “Narou.” If you have time, please read it.
This is a submission for “Summer Horror 2019.”
“The Saintess (Madonna) of the Forensic Pathology Classroom is the [Villainess] ~ A Naked Specimen Swaying Dreamily Calls to Me ~”
(https://ncode.syosetu.com/n7947fq/)
