“You must be tired from your long journey, Chancellor Sullivan.”
“It’s been a while, Kraut. You seem to have…grown even larger since our last eting—“
-!!
Inside the reception room on the second floor. Before the two could finish their formal greetings, the entire Kendride Margraviate was shaken by an explosion.
“…”
“…”
Chancellor Sullivan and Margrave Kendride exchanged a look of weary resignation.
“…How long has this been going on?”
At Sullivan’s question, Kraut let out a sigh before throwing a glance at his castle’s courtyard.
Thanks to the clash between Iliya and Riru, an entire annex was destroyed.
“If my mory serves right, they’ve been at it since morning.”
“…”
Hmm.
So he’s telling that this large-monster-invasion-level battle—sothing that could easily raze buildings in a single blow—has been going on since dawn?
Chancellor Sullivan stroked her chin while looking around the surroundings.
Seeing how the interior of the Margrave’s Mansion had been almost reduced to rubbles, that didn’t seem like an exaggeration.
“…How much would it cost to rebuild all these?”
“I’d say it’ll probably take the entire Margraviate’s annual budget. Well, I can just send the bills to the Imperial Palace later. This whole ss happened because of that ‘official wife’ or whatever thing anyway.”
“…”
The fact that the margrave could speak so calmly suggested he had reached a state of zen regarding the existence of that man, Dowd Campbell.
“…In any case, discussing official business in this…environnt…would be quite difficult.”
Sullivan gestured towards another building collapsing in a cloud of dust, another casualty of the ongoing battle.
Though she’d co with urgent business requiring Dowd’s imdiate presence, this chaotic scene had made things rather difficult for that.
Although, she was a little surprised. Normally, such destruction would be accompanied by various screams, and yet…
“I commanded everyone to evacuate beforehand.”
“…”
“I had a feeling that this would happen from the mont he said he was going to visit my territory.”
He’s treating Dowd like a natural disaster now…
Sullivan wisely chose not to speak out loud and keep her mouth shut.
“…Why does it turn quiet all of a sudden?”
At Sullivan’s question, Kraut also stroked his chin while looking around.
The constant barrage of explosions and shouts—this part was mostly just insults they directed at each other’s femininity, though—abruptly ceased.
“…Ah.”
As for the reason why, it didn’t take long for them to find out.
Since the won had been too busy fighting amongst themselves, they failed to keep track of Dowd’s location amidst the chaos. But, the collapse of a certain building’s outer wall had inadvertently revealed his location. ṝ𝐀NồᛒƐ𝙎
Inside the rubble, there was Yuria, attaching a collar to Dowd’s neck with a feverish excitent on her face.
Her breath ca in ragged gasps, her eyes were unfocused—she was completely absorbed in whatever it was that she was doing right now.
Before her was Dowd, kneeling with cold sweat running down his face, like a condemned prisoner who was receiving his sentence.
“…”
“…”
“…”
A chilling silence descended upon the group of won who witnessed this scene.
“Oh dear.”
Before Kraut’s words could even dissipate into the air, a chorus of outraged shrieks erupted.
“That bitch is cutting the line—!”
“Have so common decency! You undeveloped flat-chested bitc—!”
“I’m going to strangle you to death with that collar.”
“Why can’t you stay in your corner like the gloomy bitch you are—?!”
“…”
The sheer intensity of their rage was…impressive…in a terrifying sort of way.
It was rather depressing to think that the won who were hurling such vulgar insults were the future leaders of their generation.
“Truly a sha. Ah, would you care for more tea?”
“Gladly.”
Nevertheless…
Neither the chancellor nor the margrave sympathized with Dowd’s predicant right now.
Then again, why should they?
After all, he had brought this upon himself.
“Um, Chancellor?”
“Yes.”
“Please pardon my rudeness, but… Are you not going to join them?”
The Chancellor Sullivan that Kraut knew would join in with that group, screaming ‘Dowd is mine!’ along with the other won.
“Well…”
To that question, Sullivan just shrugged while accepting another cup of tea from a servant.
“I have a feeling this will all be resolved before I even get the chance to join in.”
“Pardon?”
“After all, there’s one cunning vixen amongst them who’s pretty proficient at plotting.”
“…”
Kraut didn’t need to ask who she was referring to.
As there was only one person missing from the scene.
●
People went through all sorts of experiences in life.
Near-death experiences, being nearly stripped naked by a group of won, defeating a devil in bed and so on…
But, still…
To experience all three of those at the sa ti…was…sothing else…
Anyway, what I was trying to say was…
Being on the verge of being stripped naked and possibly killed by a group of demonically possessed won was a new kind of hell.
“AND! THAT’S! WHY-!”
Iliya—who was gripping my right arm—concentrated her magical power into the Holy Sword she had drawn as she shouted those words.
An intensely dense magic, so much so that it created the illusion of heat haze rising, began to condense into a single point, as if being sucked into sothing.
The surroundings that felt as if it was in the middle of an energy oversaturation phenonon, just like inside a gas chamber, suddenly felt like it had turned into a massive void where there was nothing. And imdiately after, an overwhelming pressure of a different magnitude began to pour down.
It was hard to believe this level of power coming from a single human.
As expected of the hero wielding the Holy Sword. She truly was worthy of being called humanity’s strongest, soone whom only devil-class beings could possibly oppose.
“How many tis do I need to tell you all that I am the lady of the house, and that your behavior right now is completely out of line?!”
Iliya, who was exuding such spirit, let out a battle cry that sounded like roaring thunder.
“I should be the first one to devour Teach—!”
“…”
If her intention wasn’t so fucking impure, I might have genuinely admired her determination.
“Sure, but consider these things! Human decency, morality, and free will to make their choices!”
Opposing her was a group of won wielding Demonic Auras.
On the opposite side of the arm Iliya was holding—my left arm—a surge of flas erupted along with a battle cry that was filled with just as much conviction and strength.
When these flas clashed with the Holy Sword’s Aura Iliya had unleashed, dust exploded everywhere, creating a collision that almost made the surroundings turn into a vacuum.
The scene was so intense that it wouldn’t be strange to call it a battle between gods and devils. The earth shook, the sky splitted, and the air trembled…
“He should be the one to choose who he wants to fuck!”
“…”
Too bad, this one’s intention was just as shitty as Iliya’s.
“That’s not the point! This guy obviously prefers big-breasted won, not any of you idiots!”
Iliya…
Please, just stop…
“S-Surely M-Mr. Dowd prefers to spend his first night with a woman who’s obedient and can do anything for him! R-Right—?!”
“N-No! Mr. Dowd wants to go for a walk with -!”
Faenol… Yuria…
Both of you, shut the fuck up…
“Who the hell likes those lumps of fat-?! Also, you’re not obedient, you’re just a masochist-!”
Amazingly enough, even though she was facing multiple Devil’s Vessels spewing out demonic aura, Iliya was holding her own.
It seed like she wasn’t bluffing when she said she was ready for them.
But, the problem here was that I was caught in the middle of them; both my arms were being held, while I had to endure the aftermath of their clash with my bare body.
Not only that, even amidst this ongoing clash, they were pulling toward themselves, as if they were in a middle of tug-of-war.
Soone, save …
I’m being torn apart…
I wasn’t kidding! My whole body felt like being ripped apart!
[So this is what being drawn and quartered feels like…] 1
The fuck are you babbling about…?! Why did you say it as if you’ve just realized sothing profound…?!
As I endured this hellish experience, I suddenly heard a ripping sound from below my neck.
“…?”
I looked down, fearing the worst.
Thankfully, there was nothing wrong with my body.
It was just, my clothes were unable to withstand the situation, and it was shredded into rags.
In other words.
I was now standing in the middle of Margrave Mansion while wearing nothing but underwear.
“…”
“…”
“…”
Silence fell upon the surroundings.
Not only the ones who had been fighting over , but even the people watching from afar, as if they were watching a sports match, were now quietly focusing their gaze on my half-naked body.
I could even faintly hear soone covering their mouth, murmuring, ‘Oh my, what a nice body,’ or sothing along that line.
“…”
I kept my mouth shut.
My body trembled.
I felt like I might cry from this humiliation…
“U-Um, s-sorry—”
“If you think this could end with just an apology, then don’t start this sort of thing in the first place.”
Soone stamred out an apology, but before she could finish her sentence, she was struck on the back of her head and collapsed with a groan.
“W-Wait!”
“W-Wha—”
And she wasn’t the only one. All the won who were playing tug-of-war over were struck on the back of their heads and fell down one after another.
Normally, they wouldn’t easily succumb to such a simple hit, but since they had exhausted themselves going against each other’s throat, they just didn’t have the energy to respond anymore.
Also, considering that the one hitting them was soone they couldn’t guarantee victory against even if they faced her at full strength, such an outco was inevitable.
“I’ve co to rescue you, Dowd.”
“…”
“You seem to have gone through quite the ordeal.”
The newcor, Eleanor, said as such as she draped the coat she was wearing over , letting it flutter around my body.
Her appearance looked super dependable. Like a hero rescuing a heroine who had gone through terrible hardships with a gallant smile. In fact, I was so moved that tears actually started to trickle out…
“S-Stop…c-cutting in l-line—!”
Iliya—who was writhing after receiving a fierce blow to the back of her head—mumbled those words, but she only received a snort and a dismissive reply.
“Well. You said that anyone who wants to claim this man has to prove it with their skills.”
Eleanor’s gaze swept over the won sprawled all over the ground as she spoke such words slowly.
With a triumphant smile that was rare to be seen on her face.
“I think I’ve proven my skills by being the last one standing.”
“…”
“So, I’ll be taking him with . Besides, there’s an urgent matter that requires his presence. A summon from the Imperial Palace.”
“…”
“…”
“What? Do you have any complaints?”
Obviously they had complaints. Lots of them. It was obvious. But unfortunately, after the tug-of-war thing, none of them had any strength left to voice them.
In other words, no one could get up and start a fight with her.
“…Um, Lady Eleanor.”
“What is it?”
“I’m asking just in case, but…”
Iliya, while trembling, spoke up.
“You… Could it be…? You waited for us to exhaust ourselves before joining in…?”
“Now, I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“…”
“Besides… Even if I did, what are you going to do about it?”
“…”
In the end, this chaos ended more anticlimactically than expected.
With everyone being subdued by the strongest and most fearso lady.
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1. It's an old-school execution thod where they tie a person's limbs to horses and have them run in different /genesisforsaken
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