"Then is the purpose of your visit because of Sir Hero?"
On the way to the northern front lines, I revealed my original purpose for coming to the North. Hero AA had been enjoying the Grand Duke's hospitality before heading to the mountain range. According to the letter, AA had not returned for over two weeks, and counting the ti I had been in the North, he had been absent from the territory for a very long ti.
The knight looked as if he had only just then rembered about the hero. The situation was so urgent, he probably didn't have the luxury to care about heroes or angels. I asked.
"So, where did Sir Hero say he was going?"
"I do not know. He left to investigate the mountain range and hasn't returned... Perhaps he..."
Having faced a series of negative situations in the North, the knight was building up to another grim story. After witnessing several tragedies in the North, I considered all the knights here to be at high risk for suicide, so I quickly cut him off.
"The beastfolk. Let's talk about the beastfolk. How dangerous are they?"
"They are terrifying bastards. They always choose to attack villages in directions where we are not present. They kill and drag away everyone, n and won alike."
"They kidnap people?"
"Yes. That is correct. They are heinous bastards. I am certain they devour us humans."
The beastfolk kidnap people? There was no such event as kidnapping in the original story. The beastfolk weren't cannibals either. But these bastards are kidnapping people? What the hell? I couldn't help but fall into thought. If they were really the kind of bastards who chew, tear, taste, and endlessly enjoy humans, did that an they were also part of the Demon King's Army?
Since the succubus, one of the Four Heavenly Kings, had been plotting here, it was possible the beastfolk had changed under her influence. Succubus. Only then did I rember the virgin succubus. The hero had killed the virgin succubus, who must have been fucking beautiful, in a single strike.
"I heard you captured a succubus."
"Ah, yes. The Grand Duke captured her during his exploration of the mountain range. Saying that she seed to be a monster related to... Evangeline, the Grand Duke tortured her himself."
The official docunt about Evangeline had spread across the country, so the Grand Duke had also begun an investigation. Still, the fact that he 'tortured' a virgin bothered .
"She was a virgin, though, right?"
"Pardon?"
"No. It's nothing. I was asking if you found anything out."
My image was almost ruined. I composed myself again. I pictured Grand Duke Rubicon's massive build and that old geezer 'torturing' soone. I unconsciously felt a stirring in my groin. The knight said.
"She was a demon with truly incredible ntal fortitude. She mocked us to the very end."
"She mocked you?"
"'I'll tell you anything! But I can't speak!' She was a demon who enjoyed teasing us like that, as if she was about to talk but never did. Though she was an enemy, I was impressed by her ntal strength. Every ti she said that, the Grand Duke would get even angrier and beat the monster with an iron club."
"Ah..."
That doesn't sound like a ntal strength issue. It sounds like she genuinely wanted to talk. If they had just coaxed her a little, she probably would have even perford a naked dogeza for the Grand Duke.
"Even with all her limbs broken, the monster never stopped mocking us. 'I can't speak!' she scread until the end. She pretended to cry, yet her mouth never stopped its mockery. It was enough to give us goosebumps."
"How dreadful."
Evangeline's prohibition had brought about a terrifying provocation effect. Wouldn't the succubus herself have cursed Evangeline while being tortured? I felt sorry for the virgin succubus, Lovian, who died after suffering so much. The so-called Four Heavenly Kings were all suffering and heading to the underworld without ever seeing the light of day.
I wonder if the Lamia Queen and the Doppelganger are still alive?
"We have arrived at the front lines, My Lord."
Smoke was rising from the horizon. I drew my mace and spurred my horse onward. The rear was filled with the corpses of fallen soldiers. The horrific sight of chests gouged out by claws and limbs torn off was everywhere.
The sky was full of crows that had flown in to feast. The sun was still high, but the gloomy weather and the cawing of the flock of crows filled the sky. With black things covering the sky, it was visually dayti, but it felt like true night.
Past the mountain of corpses, a field hospital where people were groaning ca into view. Soldiers were groaning. Nurses and military doctors were gritting their teeth and doing their best to treat them, but it was not enough for them. One of the wounded grabbed the hem of my clothes.
"Sir Priest... Sir Priest has co..."
"Heal."
As I poured a heal into the dying body, the wounds began to close. At the sa ti, I felt the strength drain from my body. The larger the wound, the more stamina the heal consud. No matter how aweso I was, it was difficult to heal everyone here. They weren't just simply wounded; most of them were critically injured and on the verge of death. I healed only two or three people I made eye contact with before getting up to leave.
"Where are you from?"
In the distance, another priest of the Archdeity Church was collapsed with an exhausted face. Seeing , he got up with a very welcoming smile. The mont our eyes t, he was asking where I ca from. I said.
"I am Peta Lusius, the Southern High Priest. And you?"
"Ah... that... with the rmaid..."
"With the rmaid?"
"...The Northern High Priest. I am Munch Alonzo."
If he had said sothing about being a rmaid-lover, I was going to let him 'die of natural causes', but Alonzo shut his mouth. Given the situation, it wasn't the ti to care whether soone was a rmaid-lover or a beastfolk-fucker.
"Alonzo. Is the situation very serious?"
Alonzo was an old man with white hair. He stroked his wrinkled chin and nodded.
"It is very serious. The wounded keep pouring in, but we lack doctors and priests. With my limited ability, I cannot treat more than five people a day."
It wasn't that the High Priest's ability was lacking. The number of soldiers being brought in was just hopelessly large. If dozens of critically wounded were being brought in, not even the Pope, let alone a High Priest, could handle it.
"Then, uh... did you co here to offer your services for healing?"
"Treatnt begins with eliminating the cause of the illness, does it not?"
"Yes. That is so."
"I ca to administer physical therapy."
I took out my mace and turned towards the battlefield. First, I had to beat the shit out of the beastfolk. I hadn't even reached the main battlefield yet, but I could already hear screams.
"Kuaaaargh!"
"Block the right flank! Fall back!"
The shouts of the knights, the strange screams of the beastfolk, and the desperate screams of the soldiers tangled together. I frowned and moved forward. I could see soldiers retreating, knights fighting at the front, and the beastfolk pushing those knights back.
Seeing the beastfolk from the ga in person, I couldn't help but whistle. Because they were fucking cool. A massive, muscular physique and rough scales covering their entire bodies. The fierce eyes unique to reptiles, sharp teeth, and vicious claws that reminded
of daggers. The beastfolk were human weapons themselves.
In particular, the sight of them roaring with their long snouts wide open stirred my fantasies. I picked a beastfolk in the lead and checked its stats. I was curious what kind of bullshit traits it had to be butchering soldiers like this.
Na: Tyrumple
Race: Beastfolk
Level: 30
Stats
Strength: 35
Agility: 10
Intelligence: 48
Luck: 10
Traits
Sturdy Scales
Ignores attacks from characters with a strength stat lower than its own.
Corrupted Claws
Opponents who receive a fatal wound from an attack are afflicted with the [Potent Poison] status effect.
Fear
This unit is terrified.
Fucking strong. That explained it. A strength stat of 30 might seem like dogshit, but unless they were knight-class, the best soldiers could hope for was mid-10s at most. In other words, if a single beastfolk was dropped in the middle of a group of soldiers, it could slaughter them one-sidedly without taking a single scratch.
It was no wonder that soldiers and knights alike were being wiped out when not one or two, but hundreds of those bastards were swarming in and causing a disturbance.
But the one strange thing was that these beastfolk bastards were terrified. Fear? Why were they afraid?
"Uwaaargh!"
A knight scread and was thrown back. Thanks to that, a temporary gap opened in the front line, and one beastfolk broke through it, leaping into the rear where the soldiers and I were.
"K-Kill it!"
The soldiers shouted as they swung their spears at the beastfolk. But the beastfolk, struck by the spear, only flinched and was not wounded at all. The beastfolk grabbed the spear shaft that flew at it, broke it, and then turned its gaze to .
"You. Are you a woman?"
"And you? Are you a woman, perhaps?"
I asked, flicking my mace. The annihilation of the beastfolk species depends on whether this bastard is a female or not. Because if the females all look like this, it's fucking impossible. The original story didn't even ntion their gender, but still, fuck, the species must have males and females. The beastfolk pushed away a soldier rushing at it and said.
"We do not distinguish such things. It would be best for you to co along quietly. We need strong n."
So it was a 'fuckable' species. Should I just kill them all? I swung my mace through the empty air and said.
"Bullshit."
"If you don't co along, I'll take one of your arms..."
Clang!
[Assault Trooper's effect is applied, dealing double damage.]
The beastfolk's head was cleanly shattered. Perhaps because its scales were so hard, the feeling of impact was exceptional. Seeing
shatter the beastfolk's head in a single hit, a knight who had been focused on the fight gaped. Seeing the beastfolk fall flat on the ground, the other beastfolk began to scream.
"A strong one has co! It's a strong one! Run away!"
It was a very organized movent. The mont I killed one beastfolk, all the others tried to flee at once.
"Grab that one over there. Don't kill it."
Hearing my words, the knights all grabbed onto the hide of one beastfolk at once. The beastfolk struggled and called for its comrades, but the others were long gone.
"Uwaaaaaah! Uwaaaah!"
In front of the berserk beastfolk, I swung my mace around. The beastfolk urgently shouted.
"Stop! I'll do anything, so stop!"
"Anything?"
I stopped swinging my mace. Hearing that it would spill everything was truly welco news. But seeing my delighted expression, this bastard seed to have gotten the wrong idea. The beastfolk hesitated for a mont, then trembled and scread.
"D-Don't tell
you're going to rape ! Kk! Kill ! Anything but that!"
"...What are you talking about."
The knights silently glanced at , then each cleared their throats and looked away again. Should I just kill all these bastards? Fuck, how is this the sa as the rmaid?
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