Chapter 62 – 62. White, the Hero of Innocence
Befitting the majesty of a large city, the outer walls of Zion were of a majestic scale. The white-brick walls were neatly maintained, and the city guards stood guard and patrolled from above.
In front of the big gate, a line of people waiting to enter the city stretched out. The procession, stretched like a swarm of ants, diverged into many branches and continued from nearby towns, Zion’s highways, and ports.
Zion, a trading city that distributes various goods entering the Mesana Kingdom, is the outlet for major supplies and information, and at the same time, it was also the first to receive them.
“A city of justice and malice?”
I kicked Brahms in the leg from behind. The shoes, which smell musty from the mixture of mud and filth, have been damaged to such an extent that they cannot be found in their luxurious form when they were first received.
“I didn’t tell you it was such a muddy place.”
“This is not Zion yet. It’s my first time in a big city, so I’m talking like this. Is not it? Maid.”
“Yeah… ? Ah yes…”
Brahms said to Cornelia as he brushed the mud off his trousers.
Cornelia’s condition was not very good. The closer I got to Zion, the more restless I kept touching the horns on my head. I wondered if he was trying to masturbate with his horns, so I gnawed at him with his toothy tentacles, and I sprayed him with water and liked it for a while, but it got worse again shortly after.
Unlike the plain where we were alone, there were quite a few people here right in front of Zion. They whispered about Cornelia, and when they made eye contact with Nana or Brahms, they lowered their heads and pretended not to know. Cornelia was obviously burdened by that kind of gaze.
Eventually, when Ham’s hood was pulled over his head, he calmed down a bit.
“Thank you… I’m sorry, Mr. Sausage.”
“It’s ham!”
“Ah, four! Sorry! Stop because it smells musty…”
“Oh, my lady, apologize and don’t splash mud with your tail!! Not to mention the size!”
“Don’t be too hard on yourself, Hamm. It was just a piece of rags anyway, right?”
Even in this mud, Eshir managed to walk well without getting a speck of dust on his clothes. Every time I touched my bare thighs, Asher smiled and ran his cock over my pants. I didn’t have sex with the tentacle form directly, but I was massaging Asher and Cornelia to my heart’s content all the way here. Asher always stayed by Cornelia’s side and comforted her.
“Lia, what’s the point of wearing pretty clothes but not revealing them?”
“But I… Going home after a year… “
It was awkward to go back to a place where humans were after a long time. In addition, with horns on her head and a chubby lizard tail hanging from her hip, if the temperature and humidity rise, her scales grow and she loses her temper and transforms into a monster that rips off limbs or attempts reverse rape, Cornelia would be so nervous. It’s not unusual to do either.
Come to think of it, Cornelia didn’t particularly talk about her house. All she knew was that she came from a prestigious family in Zion, and from her voice when she talked about it, it was only possible to infer that she did not have a particularly good relationship with her family.
The reason she left home in the first place was that no one was taking care of her maid, Vivian, who was seriously ill. There’s no way I’d be close to a family like that.
“If we haven’t arrived in Zion yet, what the hell are we doing here?”
If it’s not a city, what are the newly built houses in front of me?
And the road in front of it was a truly wonderful space.
It was a tidal wave of wheels. Wagons, wagons, and steam-rolling vehicles whose names we don’t even know were entangled here and there, lined up and mixed together, drifting towards their respective destinations.
The smells of humans and various objects carried there.
The smell of cosmetics was strong in the wagon going ahead, and the wagon going behind it had ingredients that looked like fish piled up. There was a pleasant scent mixed with the smell of salt and fishy smell. Maybe you see this and call it the smell of the sea.
There’s soot and dirt, wheels scratching, and even the sound of people talking.
The refugee camp where we are now faces the main gate of the city with Zion Street in between.
It wasn’t just the shantytown-like houses that faced each other.
A man was hanging from a pole in front of them.
To be precise, a corpse in pieces.
The bodies of a nun and a man in priestly clothing.
Even though it is a city ruled by warriors, I would have thought it would be a place where even the holy saints would be ruthlessly eliminated if it went against their intentions.
In contrast to the majestic outer wall of Zion, these ‘installations’ on the other side created a dreary atmosphere. Beneath the corpses was a board with the following inscription:
‘Do not commit a sin.’
This stimulation has been around for a long time.
It was like the first time I got a human body and came out of the cave. Tentacles protruded like chicken skin around the limbs and back of the neck, shuddering.
Yes, there is a real city right there. A big city on a different level from a rural town like Zionside.
You can feel it here too.
The emotions of the people swarming there, and all the shady desires disguised as good intentions and naivety.
The world I saw was expanding like this.
“This is a place where vagabonds, beggars, and homeless people who have been expelled from Zion live together. Thanks to expelling them all, Zion can remain a stable and clean place. Those who were kicked out built something like a village here and live like this.”
“Then who lives in the city? There will be no such thing as a 100% virgin city.”
“I told you. People who are clean, innocent and just. At least the people who live there think they are.”
Saying that, Brahms glanced at Cornelia. She was watching the children of the village eagerly looking for food from a passing wagon. It was a sad eye. Neither she nor her children. It was no different from a beast.
An older boy clung to the slow wagon and secretly rummaged through what was inside. The moment he pulled out a melon the size of his own head and was drenched in joy, the carriage owner ran up to him and beat him. I told her, seeing her boy beaten like her dog.
“Are you going to save me? They said, ‘What are you doing to a child!'”
“No. You did something right, so you have to pay the price. The wagon owner must have a family to feed, and that child was hungry, so both of you would have been prepared for that much.”
But Cornelia’s expression when she said that was somehow stained with guilt. Asher wrapped her arms around her shoulders and comforted her.
“When stealing from a running wagon like that, you shouldn’t touch something hard like fruit. It should be something that makes no sound and will not be noticed even if they collide with each other, such as bread or meat.”
“Hey, since you’re a nun, how else do you know that? Anyway, you shouldn’t even think of setting foot in this city with half-hearted thoughts.”
After a long wait, the line to enter Zion’s main gate through the main road gradually decreased. Each of them took out something to prove his identity, presented it, and inspected the things in the wagon or cart before entering.
The checkpoint at the city gate, soon our turn came.
Hamm spoke softly as he took out a poster of wanted criminals.
“It is mostly formal. If you don’t have a history of committing a heinous crime or not, you’ll be let in.
“Until now, your impression has looked like a thoroughly thorough place, but it seems there is a surprisingly human side to it?”
“But today, one of the five mighty warriors of Zion is here in person. Zion Ranger ‘White’. He looks clumsy, but he is said to be a warrior in his own right. It’s all I’ve heard.”
Among the guards, a small woman was walking around giving orders. She was shorter than Asher, and her breasts and hips were thicker.
She was wearing a white protective suit that covered her whole body, but she was sweating and her clothes were sticking to her armpits and breasts, showing through.
It seemed that he had no such awareness at all. Several of the guards stared at her blatantly.
That woman must have been Zion’s warrior. Her face definitely has a fresh and cute impression, but her vulgar body that doesn’t seem to have anything to do with movement, dark circles under thick glasses, and most of all, gestures lacking confidence and an awkward smile at the corners of her mouth make her look like a gloomy delusion. I gave the impression that I was a poor woman. And her nature would not differ much from her impression of herself.
Even her undergarments under her suit matched her top and bottom.
I voyeurized her with her keen analytical skills.
‘Her panties are black. The bra is pink. The smell of sweat is a bit on the sour side, but looking at the pheromones, the probability that menstruation has recently ended is 100%… ‘
‘Seeing her sweating profusely and forcing herself to talk to the guards who are bothering her, the treatment around her isn’t very good, and her hips and breasts are big, but her body doesn’t have any muscles at all. Then, of course, her abilities are related to support and magic rather than combat.’
There is no disagreement. First impressions are for sure. The sensory organs of her tentacles are far more delicate than those of humans.
“What is the nickname of that female hero… ?”
“White, the warrior of purity, in charge of keeping Zion clean.”
So, I’m in charge of cleaning.
No matter how you look at it, the first day of the weekend is rubbing the clitoris while fantasizing about eroticism, and the rest of the day is obviously to masturbate all day while holding on to her thighs in the same position until her clothes are covered with sweat. .
That woman’s room must have been decorated with dildos of all sizes and shapes as an interior decoration.
Since her name was also White, she would have been better off with a nickname like ‘Hero of sanitary pads’ or ‘Hero of white juice’.
The smell of her sweat and love juice that had not yet been wiped away was still there.
And I could hear her talking.
“Ugh… Hey, so, will you let me clean your bar tonight with my communal mop… ? I’ll let you suffocate your wet, bulging sex hole without a contraceptive…”
What kind of stupid conversation is this? Neighborhood hole (meaning pussy) stores don’t solicit customers that way.
A female warrior who is eager to touch her body, could it be that she was first trained by someone before I even touched her? Also a warrior?
Hearing her vulgar flirtation, the young guard sighed.
“You are here again. Who are you this time, Mr. Yellow? Are you Pink?
“Oooh… I heard that P.Pink was the punishment that didn’t come out during the previous subjugation at the monastery… I will turn you into a pig if you don’t tell the guards you come across first… But I’ve never been told to come that day…!”
“All right. I’ll talk about Pink-sama in moderation, so please ignore such pranks from now on. Aren’t they twin sisters?”
Was there a rank among the same warriors?
Perhaps that woman named White was in a position that was blatantly teased among the warriors of Zion. If you have a gloomy mind like that, you’ll want to feed anyone. Already, Asher was examining her closely.
“Eshir, how do you look?”
“Aiming for the hero right away is risky. After entering Zion, let’s go see Hans first. Because he invited us.”
“It’s the same idea. It looks like a city with many supplies and food to look forward to.”
He said that if there were no special incidents, he could pass through the inspection.
For some reason, it felt like the mucus was drying up all over her body.
It’s an incident…
‘Ah.’
Come to think of it, didn’t I tell you what I did in Zion when I was a human warrior… ?
Burning down slave markets alone and massacring hundreds of people…
I realized why I felt like my mucus was drying up here.
But looking at how they managed to come down to Zionside after committing such a thing, I wonder how they ended up…
Right? I can just quietly pass by… ?
At that moment, I met the eyes of the gloomy female warrior over there, Zion Ranger White.
Her eyes widened. Would recognize me
“Joshua… ?!”
This time, as always, there was no way I could just pass by.
