Chapter 245 – Suspiciously Many Virgin Succubi (1)
After the battle.
The first thing I did was call the enemy commander, Irsenti Sirzosiya.
“Ugh… !”
Irsenti was glaring at me as if he was going to kill me, but that was all.
He was tied to the rope and couldn’t offer any resistance, and all he could do was glare at me.
“What a pitiful act of brotherhood. You brought soldiers here because your brother died, but you ended up dragging thousands of people into the dead.”
“Shut up, you scum! You scum who killed someone just for touching a woman!”
“Only a woman? No. It belongs to the Permaton. Since you dared to touch the Permaton without permission, it is natural for you to die.”
It’s not worth saying any more.
“Mother. What should we do with the lord who lost in the Territory Battle?”
“Usually it ends with the territory paying a huge amount of compensation. But now it’s completely different. There was no declaration of war, and they just attacked with troops.”
“Then what should I do?”
“We must never allow them to cross the Permaten again. We can either imprison them for life, or… “
Even Zenith couldn’t speak out loud, but the method and outcome of dealing with the war criminal named Irsenti had already been decided before the battle even began.
“Count.”
“Hmm? Nero, what’s going on?”
“When making a territorial war, you basically have to write and send a declaration of war, then inform the royal family and get permission.”
“Even permission from the royal family…?”
“Yes. Because that is the role of the royal family. When an incident big enough to cause a territorial war occurs, the role of the royal family is to send a minister to make adjustments to prevent a war from occurring.”
It seems that the royal family’s role as a mediator intervening in nobles’ disputes is greater than expected.
“But they ignored that and suddenly a war began, so from the royal family’s point of view, Sirzosiya is a traitor to the royal family. I think it would be right to deal with it as soon as possible.”
“If you say that much, then what?”
Nero, who was familiar with the royal family, proposed summary punishment?
The game is over.
“Irsenti. What are your last words?”
“…My sister is innocent.”
“Don’t touch her sister her her her her? I understand. She had no intention of forcibly annexing the Sirjosiya territory or sending soldiers to rule it anyway.”
Because Fermaten must continue to strengthen its stability.
“Instead, I cannot leave you alone. I will take you to your brother’s side, Sir Lambert!”
“…Yes!”
As if he had been waiting for this moment, Lambert came forward.
He doesn’t even have an appetite or bites his lower lip, just standing there with the appearance of an ordinary, solemn male knight.
It seems that my request to not reveal personal details, at least in front of me, is having some effect now.
“Take Irsenti Sirzosiya to the execution site. I also allow you to take the knights under your command and the guards with you.”
“My name. I follow the Count’s orders.”
“Hmph, if I die, I’ll curse you for the rest of my life… Now, wait a minute. Can’t it be… Really? You bastards! What did you do to my brother-“〈 Br〉
Per-eok.
Lambert plunged his fist into Irsenti’s stomach, and soon he lifted the princess into his arms as if he were hugging a woman and disappeared somewhere.
“Hmm.”
For a moment, I wondered if the smallpox was spreading, but seeing as Lambert is still alive, it is clear that he is also healthy(?) And hygienically(?) Dealing with the problem.
‘I’ll take care of it.’
There is no need to get blood on my hands.
This matter can be easily resolved with expert help, and I have no intention of hearing a detailed report on how Lambert carries out executions.
Just.
Following Irmiri, Lambert opened Irsenti’s back and executed his brothers.
Wouldn’t it be enough to organize it like that?
Because there is something more important than just one Irsenti.
“Next. Connect the crystal ball outside the outer castle.”
“Here I am, Count.”
Astarote approached me and held out a crystal ball, and I looked beyond the crystal ball at the soldiers standing in line with each other.
“Ah. The former people of Sirzosiya who surrendered. Those who will now become the people of Permaten. Welcome.”
I am displeased with the way the soldiers look at the crystal ball that represents me.
“Your dick almost exploded, but you made a wise choice and were able to stay safe. Congratulations. You are the chosen ones, and you will live happily ever after in our land of Fermaten.”
Even if you welcome them, no one seems to like them at all.
That’s right, because they are losers.
It wasn’t just that I surrendered, it was that I surrendered in a hurry because my dick almost exploded and I almost died.
Your self-esteem may have been shattered, and your self-esteem may have hit rock bottom.
However, such problems will be solved through overwhelming welfare and benefits, and by living as a citizen of Permaten.
“I will give you a choice. You can live with the new Viscount in the old Sirzosiya territory, which has been destroyed and whose name will now be changed, or you can bring your family from the territory over there and settle down here together. Funds and carriages are provided. I will do it.”
Roaring, roaring.
The soldiers’ eyes changed in an instant.
“The house you will live in will be outside of Permaten Castle, in a newly built residential area. Unfortunately, Permaten Castle is currently overcrowded, so it is not in a position to accommodate you and your family.”
As I said, living outside the outer walls is something the territory residents are used to.
No matter how many people live inside castles in medieval fantasy, the number of ordinary farmers who build wooden houses outside the castle and live there is just as large as inside the castle.
“There is only one thing I ask of you. Pay your taxes fairly. And live and be loyal to Fermatten. That is all.”
It’s a bit dangerous.
At first glance, it sounds like you are being told to work for the Permaton rather than the kingdom.
“To live for the Permaten is to live for the kingdom. Don’t forget that you have just gone from being citizens of Sirzosiya to being citizens of the Permaten domain, but you are still citizens of the kingdom.”
Of course, that is my intention, but for the time being, I represent myself to the public as a subject of the kingdom.
“Discuss details with the administrators there.”
With those words, I put down the crystal ball.
We have already given all instructions to the officials who will be doing related work, and even if they are a little busy, the administrators will take care of making them people of Fermatten.
‘I can’t stand the performance system.’
-We will pay 700 Luge Coins per person equal to the number of people we make into Permaten citizens.
-If you persuade 100 people…70,000!
-Now, go and persuade them hard and come back.
-Yes, Count!
Are bonuses paid for work that should be done?
In Fermaten, where capitalism is more intense than anywhere else, everyone has no choice but to work hard if they offer compensation for success.
Budget is not the problem.
The only thing we lack is ‘manpower’.
“Then it’s time to handle today’s main issue. Astarotte, Laura. Have the negotiations been resolved successfully?”
“Yes. I heard that Astar Lotte will let you have sex with her Count her once as a succubus queen?”
“If that’s the case, you can do as much as you want. Hehe, I’m really glad you cooperated. I was wondering what would happen if it didn’t work out. Ah, Celica. Is there anyone who is leaving there?”
[No. Doesn’t exist. After cutting down a few people as soon as they left, no one left.]
“Good.”
The place where Celica is located is the soldiers’ garrison outside the outer castle.
All the soldiers were gathered there, excluding those who died on the battlefield from a blow to the ground, from arrows, or from being cut to death by our knights who went to the battlefield with swords and spears.
They are the remnants of the defeated soldiers.
Some of them had necrotic dicks but did not die, while others survived by making the extreme choice of cutting off their dicks.
Even if your dick dies, you won’t die.
There are a few cases where blood overflows and dies from excessive bleeding when it bursts.
“Okay. It’s pitiful to live with a broken dick for the rest of your life, so let’s send 10 people to the labyrinth one by one. ‘So that they can be reborn.'”
[Dressed as a miner digging for magic stones.]
“It’s perfect.”
[The top 10 players were sent into one group. Until all the remaining groups are reborn in a new form, I will guide them all to be reborn as workers of Permaten.]
“Okay. Then… We will lead them all to the ‘Queen’. Execute.”
[Implementation.]
From now on.
“Tell Desmonica of the spawn. The materials are needed, so start the factory now.”
Use whatever is available.
Even if they are demons from the infinite labyrinth.
“Operation name, [Taiwan Succubus Nambawan].”
Implementation.
* * *
That time.
In the dark, the young man eating fried pork with curly black noodles laughed helplessly at the scene beyond the screen.
“You’re using the resources in someone else’s labyrinth as you please. Isn’t that a bit harsh?”
Pong, pong, pong, pong.
Every time the giant succubus queen rocked her hips up and down, a huge egg flowed down the windpipe.
“Hmm… “
The young man watched the cave closely with a complicated face.
[Ugh! Stop! I don’t want to die like this…!]
[Oh hoho! What’s the matter? It saves your dick before you die and lets you enjoy your last sex.]
[I hate it!!!]
Men whose necrotic dicks were restored with sex magic, but were captured by succubi and ejaculated for the final time.
[Nuhuhooot!]
A succubus queen who gathers the essence of men whose vitality has been sucked into one and spawns a new one.
[I…Uhhh…?]
[There it is! Run now and put on the bitch collar!]
The soldiers of Fermaten who find newly born succubi thrown into the labyrinth and put necklaces around their necks.
“That’s shit.”
The young man wiped his nose.
“It’s good for the succubus to drain a large amount of the vital energy of humans, and it’s good for humans to have virgin succubus slaves. Hmm…Well, I guess it’s good to say that she was a man before she died.”
The young man chuckled, playing with his flowing blond hair with his hand.
“It’s not like this.”
The young man poured sauce on the fried pork.
One day later.
Suddenly, there were 2,000 virgin succubi.
