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“Eeeekk! H-Help me, someone! Please don’t steal my breasts!”
“While they’re a little small for the big breasts I desire… I shall take them as the victor’s right.”
“P-Please! Don’t do anything so cruel!”
“Once, I begged just like you… but my pleas were not heard. Prepare yourself!”
“Hieeeeee! Eeeeekk!”
Hearing the victim’s screams, which sounded like silk being torn apart, I realized the attacker had won, and I urged my horse on, heading for the scene of the attack at full speed.
The scene was an open space beside a main road that ran through the forest.
Judging by the remains of a simple campfire, it was likely a place where travelers camped overnight.
In the center of the clearing, a half-naked girl was being pinned down.
It seemed the defeated victim had her clothes stripped off.
The attacker, on the other hand, was not unharmed.
Parts of their full plate mail armor were scattered around.
This meant the attacker was also only wearing their under-armor.
From this situation… it’s possible the attacker may have removed their full plate mail for some reason.
And the full plate mail scattered around… it somehow seemed familiar.
After a moment’s thought, I reached a conclusion.
The attacker was the ‘Death Doll’ that had commanded the undead army which attacked us.
In other words, they were a subordinate of Zolgelge.
Even from a distance, I could tell from their current disheveled state that it was a young female ‘Death Doll’.
Her abundant chestnut-colored long hair rippled, and her face was hidden, making it impossible to discern her features.
On the other hand, her chest was flat, suggesting she was a flat-chested girl.
It appeared the suggestive bulge in the plate mail’s chest was a fake.
There was also a possibility she was a ‘male tsundere’.
What a ‘Death Doll’ with such deep karma…
The girl being pinned down by that ‘Death Doll’ had her breasts exposed.
The victim had large breasts, and I wondered if the attack was motivated by envy, like Kirika and Mai felt.
The attacker, straddling the victim, seemed to be attempting to cut off the victim’s breasts with a short sword in their right hand.
Although pinned down and at a disadvantage, the victim was managing to evade the fatal blow.
However, this precarious balance would not last much longer.
She seemed to be out of breath; I had to save her quickly before it was too late.
Her breasts were already stained crimson with fresh blood.
Incidentally, the attacker was so focused on cutting off the breasts that they were oblivious to our approach.
Did they think that a mere traveler would ignore the situation to avoid trouble?
I found the attacker’s thoughts unfathomable.
What were they thinking?
All I could gather was their obsession with breasts.
Why were they so fixated on breasts?!
Given their personality, they might have left the handling of us to the undead army, their subordinates, and returned ahead of us.
As we drew closer, the victim’s appearance became clearer.
She had short, platinum-blond hair, and a golden wig styled in vertical rolls lay nearby.
I knew this girl too…
“Hal-sama, the one being attacked is Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas.”
“What?! Glenda?!”
As Lyushenne pointed out, the one being attacked was indeed Glenda, the insolent girl who had challenged us to a sword fight.
Perhaps Glenda, unable to wait for us to visit, had come to meet us alone and was attacked on the way.
Glenda’s father was the provisional governor who effectively ruled the city of Karamiya.
If something were to happen to her, it would be a very troublesome situation.
I had to save her no matter what.
Moreover, if her breasts were cut off, it would be considered a ‘limb loss’ and could not be healed by my Healing Magic.
Fortunately, while her breasts had cuts, they had not yet been severed, so full recovery was possible.
While I was thinking such trivial things, the carriage reached the vicinity of the attack scene, forcing me to stop it in a hurry.
The horses were happily shaking their tails.
It seemed to be a good way for them to get some exercise.
On the other hand, Lyushenne, seated beside me, exuded a menacing aura.
Perhaps she could not forgive the heinous act of robbing a maiden’s breasts.
“You foul and wicked wretch! I shall smite you!”
The next moment, Lyushenne shed her hooded robe and leaped from the driver’s seat.
Lyushenne wore a rapier at her hip, which she drew with a fluid motion and charged forward.
She still wore the mask designed in the likeness of a Valkyrie, but the adventurer’s outfit sewn by Kirika was eye-catching.
What was particularly striking was the voluptuous sac holding her large breasts.
Her firm, bell-shaped breasts, unique to the princesses of Wahl, swayed, which was a painful sight.
Of course, I was permitted to caress those large breasts.
Furthermore, I had not only Lyushenne but also her half-sister, Third Princess Francine, bound by Slave Contract Magic.
As for Lyushenne, it seemed she was eager for her first job as the副長 (sub-leader) of the Princess Harem.
Next, Dietlinde, Swan Hilda, and Mai jumped out of the carriage.
They seemed intending to back up Lyushenne.
“To come at me is reckless… sheer barbarity. I shall strike you down. But first—”
Thud.
“Ugh…—”
The attacker landed a blow to Glenda’s abdomen, knocking her unconscious.
They weren’t going to let their captured prey escape.
The attacker then picked up a longsword that had fallen nearby and got up leisurely.
Her abundant, rippling hair was reminiscent of the Wahl princesses, like Lyushenne and Francine.
Her features were well-formed, but her face was distorted by obsession, giving her an eerie and fearsome appearance.
She was truly a demon returned from the afterlife.
She had originally worn black full plate mail, but whether it was because Glenda fought well or she took it off voluntarily, the full plate mail was gone, revealing her under-armor, equivalent to lingerie.
She had a generally slender build, but her chest was completely flat.
I felt disappointed, as the chest plate of the full plate mail had formed a bulge suggesting breasts.
“I will not forgive you for harming my acquaintance.”
“Hmph, this little girl… has an insolent breast sac. Her ill-fitting breasts are my prey. I shall strike her down and take her breasts as well.”
Clang, clang, clang, clang.
And so, the attacker and Lyushenne engaged in combat.
While they fought, Dietlinde and Swan Hilda carried away the unconscious Glenda.
Mai watched the battle’s progress from behind, acting
