Na: Peta Lusius
Class: Southern High Priest of the Archdeity Church
Level: 58
Stats
Strength: 159
Agility: 143
Intelligence: 187
Luck: 145
Traits
Assault Trooper
Inflicts double damage against hard objects.
Inquisitor
Can declare an opponent as a Dark or Evil attribute.
Inflicts double damage to and receives only half damage from the declared opponent.
Mace Expert
Does not receive an accuracy penalty when using a mace.
* A new trait can be unlocked.
"Oh."
Checking my stat window for the first ti in a while, my level had gone up quite a bit. My level had been steadily rising from training with Elsi and getting caught up in various incidents, but it seed the mass slaughter of the Ains this ti had a huge effect. I sat on a rock in the basin and decided to check the new trait. When I thought about wanting to unlock a new trait, a new notification window popped up above my head.
- You can choose one of three traits.
Apex Predator
Grants immunity to diseases when consuming rotten or uncooked food.
Massacre of the Night
Damage increases by 3% for each opponent killed during combat.
Lasts for a maximum of 10 seconds, stacks up to 30 tis.
Technical
The pleasure you receive becos 0.9x,
and the pleasure you give to your partner becos 1.5x.
I instinctively went to press Technical, but then hesitated for a mont. I still have bastards to defeat, so wouldn't it be better to pick Massacre of the Night? There was no reason to choose Apex Predator, so it was out of the question from the start.
Hot sex with won, or a transformation into an amazing slaughterer through Massacre of the Night. It was such a tough decision. A knight, who was roughly cleaning up the basin, saw my troubled expression and asked.
"What is the matter, My Lord Lusius?"
After the annihilation of the Ains, the knights' attitudes had beco much gentler and warr. It was as if they'd reached enlightennt after unleashing excessive violence. They were creating a harmonious atmosphere, enjoying small pleasures like kicking around the Ains' heads or making necklaces from their claws. I asked the knight.
"Sir Knight. If you had to learn only one of two skills—a skill to please won, or a powerful skill to instill terrifying fear in your enemies—which would you learn?"
The knight, who had been grinning from ear to ear just a mont ago, put on a serious expression at my words. It seed to be a question worth considering for the knights as well. He said.
"That's a difficult question. But if it were , I would learn the skill to please won."
"Why?"
"If you rely on a powerful skill, you're bound to get badly hurt one day. It's better to spend that ti further training your own body and learning the skill to please a woman."
"No, I an, the skill is a passive, not an active. If you could think of it with that assumption..."
"What's an active passive?"
I realized it was useless talking to these bastards. So, I decided to put unlocking this trait on hold for now. There was no ti limit for when I had to pick one, and neither of them were imdiately necessary.
The best course of action was to wait, and if a mont ca where I thought 'I'll die if I can't defeat this woman with sex,' I'd pick Technical, and if it seed like enemies were swarming in terrifying numbers, I'd pick Massacre of the Night.
But why does Apex Predator even exist? Did it unlock because I ate an Ain?
The knights were slowly finishing up cleaning the basin and preparing to head back. I also stretched and got up. Seeing the basin neatly cleaned up made
feel good too. The Ains themselves would surely be smiling from the heavens to see their ho cleaned up so neatly.
"Then let's go."
Now, all I had to do was go back, have so wild sex with Emilia, and then leisurely ride my horse ho. I planned on telling Erina that AA was already dead, killed by the dragon. If she had a problem with it, she could go to the Northern Mountains herself. The hero would have already beco the dragon's sex slave by then.
"Right. Fuck."
"What is it, My Lord Lusius?"
I was in such a rush to annihilate the Ains and get back that I'd completely forgotten about the dragon. That dragon bastard demanded won, which was why the Ains caused such a ruckus, and this ti they were trying to kidnap n.
I had to get the hell out of the North as fast as possible, before the dragon found out the Ains were dead. If it found out the Ains were dead, it would co down itself to pick a man. And if that happened, it was a foregone conclusion that I, currently the strongest in the North, would be the one taken.
"No. It's nothing."
I spurred my horse on, doing my best not to show the urgency on my face. The knights were in a festive mood. As we ca down the mountain range, I could see the village in the distance. Soldiers were waiting for us, holding their spears. Among them were soldiers who scread in surprise at the knights clad in scales.
The majority of the soldiers cheered, welcoming our return. A knight raised his hand high and let out a shout. The war was over. Empty sighs of those who couldn't yet grasp that the war was over echoed here and there. The knights began encouraging the soldiers and reorganizing the village's formation.
Now that the Ains were dead, there was no longer a need to invest so many troops on the front line.
One of the soldiers spoke up.
"Can we go ho now?"
He was a man who had long been worn down by war. A faint hope radiated a desperate light from his eyes. A knight placed a hand on his shoulder and said.
"Yes. We can now return to our hotowns."
"You've worked hard."
I cut in to bring the situation to a close. Seeing
get back on my horse, a knight spoke with a disappointed voice.
"Are you leaving already? I was thinking we could all have a party to celebrate the end of the war..."
"No. It's fine."
I can't exactly enjoy a last supper in the North. I planned to just say a quick goodbye to Emilia and ride my horse as fast as possible. Even if the dragon wasn't enraged about the Ains' deaths, it would still co down itself to get a man. There was no reason to go when I didn't know what it would do to
if I were taken, and if the dragon's wrath did descend, there was even less reason to stay here.
If the North was destroyed by the dragon, I'd have sothing to tell Erina.
"I see. That's a sha. I was thinking of slaughtering a pig to commorate killing the Ains..."
"Truly a sha."
I could eat all the pork I wanted back in my southern territory. I spurred my horse toward the castle as fast as I could. The path to the castle was still crawling with rogues. They were the type to prey on lone travelers or peasants on the road. There were about ten of them.
For a mont, I thought about picking Massacre of the Night, but I rembered that these bastards would be a one-shot kill whether I picked it or not. I have to be level-headed when choosing a trait. That's the only way to get stronger efficiently.
"Hey, sir. We're very poor people, so we'd be grateful if you could spare us so alms."
The rogue at the front said, revealing his rotten teeth. But the weapons in their hands starkly revealed that their intentions were anything but pure. I took out my mace. The rogue flinched and took a step back, speaking even more politely.
"Sir. I an, let's talk this out. We're all just trying to make a living, aren't we? My children are starving at ho. If you just give us your wallet, we can part on good terms..."
Whack!
The rogue was crushed in a single blow. His head wasn't just cracked. The rogue was flattened to the ground as if a can had been crushed by a press machine. The rogue, whose race had changed to a sli in an instant, could no longer wag his tongue.
"Fuck!"
Even I, who had swung it, was surprised and threw the mace into the air, making a fuss. The rogues, having witnessed the grueso murder scene, all fled. It seed I had power-leveled properly in one go. I'd swung at my usual pace, but my strength control was off. Was it because I hit a human after swinging at the tough Ains?
Shit, what if I grab Sieri's head wrong during sex and make it explode?
When I turned to pick up the mace that had fallen to the ground, I saw it was embedded in the head of the horse I'd been riding. The sharp claws I had attached to it had pierced the crown of the horse's head. Looking at the dead horse with its tongue lolling out, I felt a surge of irritation along with guilt. Do I have to walk this whole way?
"Fuck..."
I pulled out the mace and started walking down the road. Since a lone priest was walking the road, even more rogues were coming to find . It seed the news that the war at the front had ended hadn't yet reached the rear.
After beating up rogues a few tis, I started to get the hang of it again. After a few swings, it felt like I was getting my sense back. When I swung at the last rogue I t just before arriving at the castle, I could finally hear that sound I'd missed so much.
The rogue was, strangely, striding confidently in front of the castle gate. There were no guards at the gate, and the gate itself was wide open. The rogue swung his sword at
as soon as he saw .
Clang!
Yes. This is it. The rogue, his skull cracked, fell to his knees, drooling. I gave the rogue a light kick with my foot and then headed for the castle. For rogues to be crawling right in front of the castle, the public order in the North must be in a state of apocalypse.
I entered the castle and looked around. Just as rogues were roaming outside the castle, rogues were also looting items on the first floor. Where did the guards go? The rogues rushed at
whenever they saw , but they quieted down after I blew all their heads off.
Floor by floor, I retraced my mories and went to et Emilia. She was probably in her office. Compared to the wrecked first floor, the second floor and up were quiet.
No, it was too quiet. There were no servants, and no soldiers. Should I turn back? This doesn't feel right. Even while thinking that, I opened the office door, thinking I had to see Emilia's face one more ti. Lust was this frightening.
"Ghk... Gck... It's... it's... him! ...That... that man... killed... the Ains!"
And the scene I saw was. A huge man, who looked to be over two ters tall, holding Emilia up by the neck with one hand. Emilia, gasping for breath, pointed a finger at
and scread.
What the fuck.
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