“Someone, please defeat that demoness!”
I, who was overseeing the general trend of the battle between the demonkin and the Hero Party, asked the party members of “Princess Harem” if anyone could defeat “Yaiyra of the Meat Buns”.
“Un!”
Mai responded.
With swift movements, she broke through the encirclement of the horned wolves and disappeared into the surrounding forest.
Incidentally, Sharon, who was next to her, waved her right hand in encouragement.
It seemed she was completely in spectator mode.
Presumably, Mai intended to bypass the battlefield and launch a surprise attack from behind.
By the way, the Hero Party’s vanguard and rear guard have been completely separated.
Normally, the cleric Lester, who is also a sage, would issue commands, but the shield warrior Johan Tott has become rigid with hatred for his lover being pickled, and is charging headfirst. The Hero Albert Sandia, who is also his childhood friend, is following him, making it impossible to form a plan.
Deep wrinkles were etched into the forehead of the cleric Lester, who had a face like he had swallowed a bitter bug.
Nevertheless, he healed his companions with accurate healing magic whenever they were injured.
As expected of my past self.
It’s a charm of tarnished silver, and depending on how it’s done, women might have been attracted to him…
Reality is cruel, and I am still a virgin.
“As expected, water-elemental spirit magic is the strongest. Even so… despite being a forest dweller (Elf), Dietlinde, who was favored by fire spirits, was a problem child as an arsonist when she was old enough to understand things. Though, my foolish younger sister reportedly fell off a cliff and died…”
Checking the battle situation again, Edelgard had stopped attacking with her short bow and switched to attacking with water spirit magic.
She had probably run out of arrows.
Perhaps she used the arrows first to conserve mana as much as possible.
Incidentally, the Water Cutter, cast by spirit magic, differs from normal water-attribute magic in that its trajectory can be controlled freely.
The heads of the horned wolves were being lopped off with amusing ease.
“Elder Sister speaks as she pleases. Grrr…”
Dietlinde, who had been listening to Edelgard’s monologue, gnashed her teeth in frustration.
Of course, she made sure to stay hidden behind the carriage so as not to be found by Edelgard.
“You… you’re quite tough, aren’t you? Take this, my ultimate technique, ‘Phoenix Attack’! Come on, come on, come on… die!”
“You think such a pathetic attack… Ggaaaahhh~~!”
Meanwhile, the battle between the Hero Albert Sandia and “Todon of the Pickled Fish” seemed to have reached a stalemate, but the “Phoenix Attack,” which shot out a fiery sword aura, landed, and Toddon’s right arm was blown off from the base.
Even though they were demonkin, they were chefs, so the Hero’s side had the advantage in combat skills.
As Toddon’s movement became unsteady after losing his right arm, an opening appeared.
The Hero did not miss that opening.
With a horizontal slash of the holy sword Carylute, engulfed in flames, Toddon’s abdomen was deeply cut.
Guided by the shock of the physical damage, it seemed they had aimed for the moment the enhanced physical functions from magic had ceased.
The Hero then mercilessly beheaded him with a flash of his sword on the return stroke.
Looking beside him, Shield Warrior Johan Tott was fighting “Jange of the Tartare.”
Jange, who was tall and lanky, had abnormally long limbs.
It seemed his fighting style was to form blades with magic on those long limbs.
Jange’s reach was longer than Johan’s, so the shield warrior seemed to be struggling to attack.
“Johan, shall I help you?”
“This is my prey. Don’t interfere.”
The Hero, unable to bear it, offered to help the shield warrior, but the shield warrior refused.
It seemed the grudge over Mizette being pickled was deeper than the ocean.
He was completely blocking the slashes from Jange’s limbs with his impenetrable shield.
However, from another perspective, he was solely on the defensive.
It was understandable that Hero Albert Sandia was worried.
Still, he probably wanted to avenge Mizette alone.
Even so, the shield warrior, who used a heavy shield, was likely to run out of stamina sooner.
As his movements slowed, Jange made his move.
He swung both arms back greatly and then brought them down with recoil.
If he could not withstand the impact and dropped his shield, Johan would lose.
However, while maintaining his momentum, he pushed his shield forward, forcibly disrupting Jange’s posture.
“Mizette’s revenge! Die, you fiend!!”
“Ggaaaahhh~~!”
The next moment, he swung his shield around and smashed it.
No, the edge of the shield had been sharpened into a blade, and it sliced Jange’s face, causing him to scream along with a gush of blood.
“Apologize to whatever is in the afterlife!”
*Clang!* *Clang, clang, clang!!*
“Die! Die, die, die… Perish!!”
*Clang, clang, clang, clang*
“That’s enough. He’s already dead.”
“…Haa… Haa… Mizette! Were you watching?! I avenged you!!”
And for the finishing blow, he struck the top of his head with the face of his shield.
Jange’s head seemed to have been crushed, scattering brain matter, and he died.
Even so, Johan continued to strike him with his shield.
The Hero, unable to bear it, stopped him, and the revenge drama came to an end.
With both “Todon of the Pickled Fish” and “Jange of the Tartare” on either side defeated, “Yaiyra of the Meat Buns” was clearly flustered.
“Hiii!!”
Yaiyra screamed and decided to escape before the horned wolves were all wiped out.
Just then, a gust of wind blew.
In other words, Mai, who had been waiting for an opportunity, surprised the fleeing Yaiyra.
The blades of the short swords held in Mai’s hands burrowed into Yaiyra’s left breast.
In other words, Yaiyra’s heart had been crushed.
And, though only slightly, a holy aura resided within the blades of the short swords.
That seemed to have been the fatal blow.
Yaiyra, rolling her eyes and frothing bloody foam from her mouth, collapsed.
“Big breasts shall perish! ♪”
“Un ♪”
“Kirika… Mai… what terrifying girls you are…”
Kirika, a fellow flat-chested companion who appeared from behind me, gave a thumbs-up with her right hand to signal victory, and Mai responded with the same gesture.
However, there was someone who was pale-faced with terror at this development.
It was Elise, a busty woman who had previously been assassinated with the same method.
In any case, all the demonkin who had tried to attack us were annihilated.
Thus, the battle with the demonkin ended anticlimactically.
However, there was another problem.
The Hero Party seemed to have become interested in us, “Princess Harem.”
Until now, we had been checking their movements on the adventurer guild’s special bulletin board to avoid encountering the Hero Party…
The death of Miss Mizette, a special factor, had moved the Hero Party, who should have been in the Southern Nations, all the way to the Western Nations.
Furthermore, the cleric Lester’s memories were inexplicably vague, and I could not avoid the current situation.
“Are you all unharmed?! And yet, what a mysterious masked group you are. At first glance, you seem like an adventurer party, but with only one boy and the rest women and children… is this the rumored Harem Party?! And to have members ranging from flat-chested to busty is devoid of principles, or rather, lacks conviction regarding ‘breasts’.”
Hero Albert Sandia approached us after the battle and spoke to us.
However, I was angry at the insult to our proud “Garden of Breasts,” which bloomed in a riot of colors, but now was not the time to indulge myself.
“Thank you very much for saving us. Thanks to you, none of my companions are injured.”
I replied, expressing my gratitude as the Party Leader of “Princess Harem.”
“Hero, do not be deceived. That boy is a subordinate of a slave trader, and the other women, except for the escorts, are sex slaves for sale!”
At this point, the cleric Lester, who had been looking at the crest on the carriage I was riding, the stylized cherry blossom mark of the Raymond Trading Company, interjected.
“Sex slaves from a slave trader?! Is that true, Reverend Les?”
“The crest drawn on the door of that carriage belongs to a major slave trader. In other words, they are likely traveling salesmen of sex slaves disguised as adventurers. They are disguised as adventurers to avoid bandits. That boy, it is undeniable, is it not?”
The Hero’s expression turned grim at the cleric Lester’s explanation.
Especially the women had looks of disgust as if they were looking at filth.
They were of noble birth and glared at the mention of sex slaves as if they were venomous snakes.
It seemed necessary to clear up this misunderstanding quickly.
“Reverend, that is a misunderstanding. We are genuine adventurers. We are party members of the adventuring party ‘Princess Harem’.”
Before I could retort, Elise, the sub-leader, interjected.
Incidentally, Lyusienne, the other sub-leader, was busy restraining Liliana, who was a fan of Heroes.
Furthermore, Elise’s waist was slender.
In other words, she was wearing the fateful waist nippers.
She was not wearing them out of her own free will.
It was an act born of fear that Lady Yagutska and other older women might be watching.
It was ironic that the audacious Elise feared her older sisters… but for Elise, the person involved, it was a matter of life and death.
“”‘Princess Harem’ you say?! What a disrespectful name!!”
The moment the name “Princess Harem” was uttered by Elise, Edelgard and the other former princesses’ faces showed an explosion of anger, as if their hair was standing on end.
They then looked at Elise with pity.
“For lowly sex slaves, the title of ‘Princess’ may be a distant object of admiration, but for us, who are princesses, it is extremely displeasing.”
Edelgard, who was a current princess, spoke dismissively, representing the three of them.
“What is your name? Incidentally, my name is Elise Lisha Umb Portland. I am the third princess and Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Portland.”
In response, Elise slowly removed the mask modeled after a Valkyrie and introduced herself.
For the first time in a while, Elise, with a somewhat sternly beautiful face, smiled.
Normally, her “pot belly” would have ruined everything, but it seemed the waist nippers, worn out of fear of her elder sisters, had been a “precautionary measure.”
“I do not know the Kingdom of Portland, but… still, what a bold girl to claim to be Crown Prince without shame! However… as a matter of courtesy, I shall also reveal my name. My name is Edelgard Tinde Tintar. I am the fourth princess and Crown Prince of the Tintaal Kingdom.”
In response to Elise, Edelgard announced her name.
“My name is Frogis Yanker Sauzen. I was the fifth princess of the Kingdom of Sauzen.”
“My name is Hermit Mishly Yasunas. I was the second princess of the Grand Duchy of Yasunas.”
Following Edelgard, Frogis and Hermit also announced their names.
“You all say you are royalty? I recall the Kingdom of Sauzen and the Grand Duchy of Yasunas were small countries in the plains of the Southern Nations… I believe both countries were annexed by the Kingdom of Sazania.”
Elise seemed to know the circumstances of the Kingdom of Sauzen and the Grand Duchy of Yasunas.
Incidentally, when the name of the Kingdom of Sazania was mentioned, I glanced at my elder sister Shiera with a mischievous glint in my eye, but she pretended not to notice.
However, her three fox tails were tense.
It was a case of “hiding the head but not the tail,” and Elise seemed satisfied.
“You seem to know about my homeland, the Kingdom of Sauzen, but I… do not know the Kingdom of Portland.”
“Lady Frogis, the Kingdom of Portland, like our homeland, was a small mountainous country belonging to the Southern Nations, located in the Ala-Bus mountain range. I recall that small country was also destroyed by the Kingdom of Sazania.”
Frogis did not know about the Kingdom of Portland, but Hermit, her colleague, did.
“To think a Crown Prince of a small country has fallen to sex slavery… It is like comparing the moon to a clam, or heaven and earth, compared to us who were invited to join the Hero Party. Still, what vulgar breasts they have.”
The situation had returned to square one.
Edelgard continued to maintain her haughty attitude.
She even mocked Elise’s large breasts.
At that moment, Freya, who was standing behind Elise, muttered softly.
If my ears did not deceive me, she said, “Elise of Arabia, the princess.”
However, Elise’s face was that of a refined beautiful girl, so it did not seem to fit.
Even Freya, as expected, could not find inspiration for a new song.
Thank you for reading.
episode56-10, “Princess Front Waves High ②”, has been reserved for posting at 0:00 on January 15th.
