On August 18, 2021, we achieved a total of 30,000 points!
(As of 2:45 AM, Total Score: 30,002 points. Reviewers: 457. Bookmarks: 13,025. Overall Ranking: 158th. PV: 20,961,429. Unique Visitors: 2,380,309)
Thanks to all of you, we have surpassed 30,000 points in the overall ranking.
Thank you very much.
Originally, I planned to write an extra chapter to celebrate reaching 20 million PV. However, due to a lack of time, I haven’t been able to write it yet.
The plan was as follows: in revenge for being massaged with electricity by Elise in the hot spring from the previous chapter, Shera, guided by the Holy Spirit Serena, would go on a rampage in “Naaropa”… That’s what I had planned.
I don’t think I’ll have time to write for a while, so if there’s any extra story you’d like to read, please request it!
As soon as I can write, I will announce the extra chapter to commemorate reaching 20 million PV and 30,000 overall points.
Based on the current situation, it will probably be around the end of the year to the beginning of the new year.
I apologize, but please wait with patience.
The second part of the body check on Francine in the hot spring has somehow concluded, and the extent of the wildness this time can be called unprecedented.
Up until now, I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, had borne the brunt of the damage. However, this time there were many targets.
“I never imagined the hot spring would be such a terrifying place…”
Francine, speaking with tears in her eyes, could only be described as the natural consequence for being the main participant this time.
Her skin was red and raw from being rubbed all over, but it had calmed down thanks to my Healing Magic.
She was relentlessly attacked by the original Demon girls, led by Astarotte who was tormented by self-loathing with the phrase “peel off their masks,” and Kirika’s group of small-breasted girls who envied their big breasts.
Furthermore, Mai, who had been deployed as a skirmisher, also performed her exfoliating scrub attack whenever an opening appeared.
Although, according to Astarotte’s explanation, they hadn’t pushed her to the point of bleeding or incontinence (Splash), and had held back.
“Hal-sama, I have confirmed that the existence of Lamia has been extinguished, but as a Military Advisor, there is a possibility that she may resort to unthinkable stratagems. Therefore, leaving her unchecked is dangerous…”
Astarotte voiced her concerns and suspicions, casting glances at Francine.
In the end, I decided to bind Francine with Slave Contract Magic.
Astarotte and Lara_Berze, the three sisters, seemed finally relieved after witnessing this.
Concurrently, Francine was also added as a quasi-Party Member to the Princess Harem.
Through these connections, if Francine were to harbor any ill will, it would be immediately apparent to me.
The second victim was Eliza, who had declared her withdrawal from the Princess Harem.
Swanhild and Dietlinde, veteran Party Members, had persuaded her, or rather, threatened her into reversing her decision.
Although Swanhild and Dietlinde spoke harshly, their actions were likely out of consideration for Eliza.
This is because the Demon forces, led by the ringleader High-ranking Demon Barberu, were still active.
Under these circumstances, it was inevitable that she would be picked off one by one if she parted ways with the Princess Harem.
As for the three girls from the Southern Nations, Elise, Freya, and Shera, they were in a state of mutually assured destruction.
“To think I would be the one to be peeled! This is humiliating. You better remember this, Freya and Shera. A threefold return would be appropriate…”
Elise, who was also the mastermind of the second part, stamped her foot in frustration.
“I also had a terrible experience.”
“Me too!”
Coincidentally, Freya and Shera seemed to share Elise’s opinion.
Were the three girls from the Southern Nations, despite their differing appearances, similar in temperament?
Well, from my perspective, isn’t it a case of punishing both sides equally for their quarrels!?
Or perhaps I should try making some kind of poison beetle experiment!? That’s how I feel.
“Freya, Mother, the preparations are complete.”
It was Zwei who arrived then.
“Elise, it seems that preparations for the third part are complete.”
“The third part? Francine’s body check was supposed to be finished in the second part!?”
“The third part… is a public execution, rather, a public fitting, where Elise will have a waist cincher put on.”
“Wh-what!? Please let me off, Freya! Shera!”
“Your Elder Sister is already looking forward to it. Although, after your recent antics, they mentioned they wanted a divorce…”
“Giving up is the key, nano nano ♪”
And so, Elise was escorted away in a state of undress, wearing only a bra and panties.
We, too, followed with great interest.
The venue for the third part was the same ballroom where Francine’s body check had taken place.
However, the platform that Elise had taken out of her Item Box was relegated to a corner, and a simple chair was placed there instead.
Seated at the subsequent table were Elise’s relatives, including Vicomtesse Yagutska.
Meanwhile, Francine, who had been one of the main participants until just before, was seated in the audience.
It seems Francine was able to join their circle somehow.
“Now, we will attach a waist cincher to the protruding belly of ‘Roly-Poly Elise.’ Please give a round of applause if we can even approach a noblewoman’s slender waist. Freya and Shera, who serves as a cunning fox, will assist with the fitting.”
“I-I am not a cunning fox! Nano.”
“Hah! You plotted this, Freya!”
“Whatever do you mean!? Your Elder Sisters are also looking forward to it. Please sit down quickly in the public execution chair, or rather, the treatment chair.”
“Elise! Resign yourself. If you intend to claim to be the Crown Prince of Portland, then as a princess, you should exercise restraint. This is just the beginning.”
“It’s your fault for letting yourself grow so uncontrollably large~”
“Uncle Pocky-Lieze, please stop making such an unpleasant spectacle. I’ll be sad if I have to call you ‘Pocky’ like a stranger from now on. Please continue to provide entertainment.”
With an admonishment from her relatives, Elise reluctantly sat on the chair.
Then, Ain arrived, carrying the waist cincher on a silver tray.
And so, the waist cincher was effortlessly placed around Elise’s stomach.
Next, the laces for tightening the waist were threaded, and Freya and Shera tightened them with synchronized movements.
“Shera. Let’s tighten it in unison.”
“Yes, nano~~ ♪”
“It hurts! It hurts! I can’t… I can’t breathe…!”
Elise was sweating profusely as her protruding belly was squeezed, her face contorted in agony.
The waist cincher was tightened further.
“It’s still too loose. Can you tighten it one more notch?”
Heartless words were spoken by Vicomtesse Yagutska.
“Freya, Elder Sister, I… I’m at my limit. Please forgive me.”
Elise pleaded with Vicomtesse Yagutska, but…
“You still seem to have some room left~”
Another sister, Baroness Gardes, also uttered a ruthless remark.
Then, Vicomtesse Yagutska’s gaze transmitted instructions to Freya and Shera.
“If you tighten it a little more, a noblewoman’s slender waist will come into view. That’s good for you, Elise.”
“Nano, nano ♪”
“Freya and Shera! If you do any more than this, I’ll curse you from beyond the grave… Ggyyyy~~!”
In the end, Elise, squeezed to the point of having a slender waist like a noblewoman, rolled her eyes back, foamed at the mouth, and lost consciousness.
Just before that, Elise had uttered curses towards Freya and Shera.
Was it because they knew Elise’s personality so well that they trembled?
***
“Pocky-Lieze, Pocky-Lieze, pon pon pon ♪”
“Pocky-Lieze, Pocky-Lieze, bon bon bon ♪”
“Pocky-Lieze, your belly button is a protruding navel!”
“Bocky-Lieze, your belly button is also a protruding navel!”
“Pon pon pon ♪ Bon bon bon ♪… Ponkotsu-Lieze, nano, nanoooo~~ ♪♪”
As we walked through the streets of Karamiya, we heard an unpleasant jingle.
It’s a nonsensical, vulgar folk song that suddenly became popular around yesterday. While there are several variations in the lyrics, the content is infuriating to all the Lady Elises in the world.
Hmph, hmph.
I am also one of the “super angry pun-pun maru.”
Incidentally, a typical song is a heroic epic sung by a bard, a long story divided into several chapters, about an ancient hero defeating an evil Demon King or a benevolent Saintess correcting the world’s disorder.
Therefore, that thing is not a proper song.
Bards sing it chapter by chapter, receiving tips as payment each time, or making a living by having their companions sell drinks and snacks.
I also heard that many of them sing in town squares for general audiences and children during the day, and in taverns for drunken patrons at night.
However, the folk song nicknamed “Pocky-Lieze Ondo” is said to have spread explosively, as if people had contracted a contagious disease, simply by people humming it.
“Hey! If it isn’t ‘Mutti-Lieze’!! How have you been… Wahahaha!”
“Wh-what do you mean, ‘Mutti-Lieze’!? My name is Elise. How rude of you!!”
“Sorry, sorry, ‘Mutti-Lieze’! See ya!!”
“I want to hit you with a Fireball on your butt. Hmph, hmph!!”
A bald bastard, an adventurer friend dressed in rough clothes, cursed me and burst into laughter as soon as he saw my face.
What an impudent fellow…
The name ‘Elise’ is a distinguished and wonderful name given to heroines and Princesses from a sheltered home in stories…
By the way, my name is Elise Frederica Dela Cocktail.
As you can tell from my full name, I was born into nobility.
The Cocktail Viscount family belongs to the Waiyar Nobles, and I was born as their fourth daughter.
However, being just the fourth daughter of a viscount family doesn’t lead to any good strategic marriages.
In other words… my potential suitors would be, at best, a second wife to a high-ranking noble or a wealthy merchant.
I… I am a pure Virgin, yet I couldn’t stand the thought of my purity being defiled by a greasy middle-aged man.
Given the circumstances, upon reaching the age of 15, I renounced my noble status and decided to live as a mere Adventurer.
Renouncing one’s noble status is common, but since I was also a fire magic user, I was in high demand from existing Adventurer Parties.
However, my pride as a former Viscount’s Daughter interfered.
Therefore, I decided to form my own Adventurer Party.
And thus, “Eternal Elise” was formed.
Currently, “Eternal Elise” has me as the Party Leader and two Party Members.
Incidentally, within the party, I am called “Leader” or “Gold Elise.”
This is because my hair is blond.
Meanwhile, Elise Sherahan, the sub-leader, is called “Wisdom Bag” or “Pink Elise.”
She comes from a merchant family but possesses extensive knowledge.
And her hair is pink blonde and curly.
And then, there is another Party Member named Elise Maskus.
She is a former mercenary and a very strong swordswoman.
And since her hair is black, she is called “Black Elise” or “Berserker.”
In other words, she’s the type who loses all restraint once combat begins.
Therefore, “Eternal Elise” means “an Adventurer Party by Elise, for Elise, and of Elise.”
Naturally, at present, we do not have the strength to take on high-difficulty quests, so we are barely making ends meet by handling nearby day-trip quests and medicinal herb gathering quests.
It was then that the infamous “Pocky-Lieze Ondo” became popular.
Riding on its wave, I came to be called “Mutti-Lieze” based on my appearance.
Then, Elise Sherahan, the plump type, became “Pocchari-Lieze,” and Elise Maskus, whose clitoris swells when sexually aroused, ended up being called “Mokko-Lieze.”
What humiliating sobriquets they are.
We are, to put it mildly, furious. Our anger is directed towards “Trash Elise,” who came to be called “Pocky-Lieze” due to her lax personal life.
We intend to deal with her as soon as we find her.
After all, it is an emergency situation concerning Elise’s reputation…
“Excuse me, young ladies, I’d like to ask for directions…”
“…What!? Suddenly I feel sleepy–”
As we were walking down a sparsely populated side street, venting our anger towards “Pocky-Lieze,” the hoarse voice of an old man asking for directions came from ahead.
Seeing an old man with his gray hood pulled deep over his face ahead, my consciousness went dark…
When we came to, we were lying by the roadside, and there was no trace of the old man.
“Hehehe. I never thought even Lamina Naga would become a ‘mummy hunter catching a mummy,’ but thanks to this, I’ve discovered the enemy’s true identity. And since I’ve acquired useful pawns, let’s see their true strength. Still, the intention behind popularizing that strange song, ‘Pocky-Lieze Ondo,’ is… unknown.”
Zolgelge, known as Old Man Zol in “Babel’s Gospel,” chuckled to himself.
As expected, Zolgelge, who serves as one of the Military Advisors, had apparently been monitoring Francine’s abnormal behavior.
The only saving grace was that he hadn’t shared this information with his fellow demons.
What will be the fate of the three girls belonging to “Eternal Elise”?
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Thank you for reading.
Episode 55-6, “Sharing Happiness ①,” has been reserved for posting on August 28th at 0:00.
