Chapter 376 – We Deliver (1)
The rebellion is over.
To be exact, the forces that led the rebellion did not even think of committing a rebellion after seeing the fall of Sirzosiya.
-Count! This is a bastard! This wizard has urged our family to revolt!
-No, let go! I’m not gay! Ke, Sir Keianim! What are you doing against me, Aang?!
The newly recruited Dark Knights were very capable.
The ratio was so low that if Dark Knights picked 100 people, only 3 of them would become Dark Knights, but considering that the gacha probability of getting one Dark Knight was about 3%, it was not a big problem.
The empire is plotting behind the scenes.
It seemed like a big problem, but even that wasn’t a big problem compared to the problem that faced me right away.
“Count. Another 50,000 came in.”
“Please.”
I felt like my erection had subsided after seeing Laura’s report.
“Would you rather say that 50,000 imperial troops came in?”
“50,000 refugees came in. They came from the direction of Sirzosiya territory.”
“I’m going crazy and jumping up and down, really.”
The nobles who committed the rebellion disappeared and temporary nobles appointed by Nero took their place, and the people continued to want to stay close to our Fermaton.
The fundamental reason is, of course, wetness.
The biggest reason was the free distribution of food that was said to enhance sexual function just by eating it.
“What would have happened if there had been no infinite labyrinth?”
“Isn’t the population shift that happened because of the Infinite Labyrinth? Everyone knew that we could feed that much, so we came here now.”
“That’s true, but I still wish you would come to some extent.”
If this continues, wouldn’t the number of people living in Fermaten increase to around 1 million?
It is still small, less than 500,000, let alone that number, but in the medieval fantasy era, a city with a population of 500,000 is the same size as the capital of any country.
Fermaten’s population is increasing in real time.
The population that increases through sex is also part of the population, but the population that should have died is continuing to live without dying, which also plays a role.
“Laura. What is the approximate lifespan of a succubus?”
“Well, wouldn’t it live at least 1.5 times longer than a human? According to Asti, it would be around that much.”
“So… As of now, 100 years?”
“You suddenly opened the era of living to 100 years. A second life. Hehe.”
Laura laughs and talks playfully, but this is a pretty serious problem.
“The increase in life expectancy…”
The average lifespan of a medieval fantasy human is around 50 years.
Even if you live to be around 50 years old, you can say you have lived a long time.
You should not think in terms of modern times.
Most medieval fantasy is made up of peasants, and all the bent-back peasants in fantasy are in their 50s and not long before they die.
They were all reborn as succubi.
Old ladies with bent waists have become succubi and have their backs bent like a bow, and old people with cocks standing up against such succubuses are improving their physical strength to enjoy sex as much as possible, whether through exercise or anything else.
Above all, since the mana milk extracted from succubi and elves is mana itself, the mana dwells in the body and is converted into vitality, increasing vitality.
Suddenly, Fermaten became a place where miracles occurred in birth, old age, illness, and death.
“There’s nothing strange about being criticized for being the devil, right?”
“You extended your lifespan through sex, and also by using a succubus… “
Originally, lifespan was also the exclusive property of nobles.
Nobles lived in a healthy environment by eating better food, working less, and living in better places than commoners.
But what about Permaton?
Just having a dick and a hole to insert the dick would increase the minimum life expectancy by 20 years, so the nobles would not have been able to ignore the vitality of the commoners.
So many nobles left.
From the moment the Alliance of Nobles attacked Fermatten with the King on their backs, the nobles began to disappear one by one.
And the people who began to take those positions were officials and nobles with pro-Fermaten tendencies.
And although they tend to perform administrative tasks similar to others, they are the ones who understand the Fermattan codification process better than anyone else.
In other words.
“The world has become such a great place. It’s a time when you can become a noble just by having good sex and helping others have healthy sex.”
How well do you understand Fermaten?
It ended up being the fastest and surest way to become an official of this kingdom.
“From now on, if those who do the work of nobles are called ‘civil servants’, the better you are at sex when taking the exam, the higher the government position you will get. Haha…”
“Isn’t that wrong? Being good at sex means understanding and managing people who are influenced by Fermaten well.”
“…”
How did this happen?
I just wanted to live a life of enjoying sex, but it suddenly became a situation where I felt like I had to say, ‘All beings who can have sex can live with sovereignty in Fermaten.’
“It’s an equal society. Haha.”
A society where anyone can feed their mouth as long as they have a dick.
A country where anyone can live comfortably as long as they can have sex.
An era where even those born small can increase their limits with sex magic and Daermuriya food.
“This is the most important thing.”
And I am the president, or rather the president, of that democratic republic.
“Fuck.”
Really, how did this happen?
“I feel this every time I solve everything with sex, but why does it work out?”
“Well, there has never been a person with power like this before, right?”
“That’s true, but does the goddess of this world not care if the world goes on like this?”
“Maybe he’s actually liking it? Maybe he’s enjoying it right next to him? Haha.”
“Ugh.”
I stretched out my hand to Laura, and she immediately came towards me like a puppy and hugged me.
“Laura. So, if we go to war against the Empire, wouldn’t it be more surprising if cum flowed rather than blood?”
“Wouldn’t it be better to at least swaddle people than to have them die? It’s better to clean up beds than to clean up corpses.”
“I don’t have anything to say because it’s true.”
When we asked 100 people who ran motels.
Is it better to clean up a bed full of traces of sex, or is it better to clean up a bed full of traces of someone’s death?
100 would mean 100 electrons.
“Then, there will be no problem if I mercilessly destroy the empire with sex, right?”
“There must be a problem. The jealousy of the ‘Sochubinyu’ that the Count mentioned.”
The poor tend to be jealous and jealous of the rich.
The same goes for the genitals.
A small person envies a large person.
It’s the right thing to do in the world to be jealous of huge breasts.
And that jealousy sometimes leads to revolution, and the process of that revolution is currently manifesting itself as ‘war’.
“We can’t just leave the empire’s small-time bastards alone. If we keep leaving them like this, they will continue to incite the kingdom’s nobles and lead to a civil war.”
Currently, I am looking at the liver.
They block food exports, restrict tourists, and cause disruption by secretly infiltrating people from behind.
In order to prevent that, Fermaten really has no choice but to start a war with the Empire in its state.
“I had no intention of causing bloodshed.”
“That blood is not the blood that comes from being stabbed in the heart.”
“Then what kind of blood is it?”
“Hmm… Blood flowing out from the hymen and youth membrane being torn?”
“I guess that would be better, right?”
It is not a fountain of blood flowing from a dead human body.
A war in which virgin blood and young blood flow.
“Then, let’s get started in earnest.”
Fermattan war.
“All the small and poor people of the empire. I will save you.”
According to the laws of Permaton.
And the beginning…
* * *
“Hello, Count Permaton. My name is Nubelungen, the owner of the Red Magic Tower.”
Before your eyes, there is a 2m tall giant wearing a red robe.
The middle-aged man is wearing glasses, but his rugged muscles are clearly visible beneath his robe.
“…Hmm. Nice to meet you.”
I reached out to the rugged man who called himself Nubelungen.
“Is this your first time seeing Permaton?”
“That’s right. This is my first time in the kingdom itself.”
Strength comes from the hands of Nubelungen that hold the hand I gave them.
Wow.
They say they are the owners of the same magic tower as Evelyn, but as soon as they shake hands, they start a power struggle.
It was absurd, but I kept my smile and gave strength to my hands.
“Welcome to Fermaten.”
“…!”
Nübel Lungen relaxed his hand with startled eyes, and I lightly waved his hand up and down and then sat down on the sofa.
“Sit down. Oh, and understand if it’s uncomfortable. I’m the type of person who gets a thorn in my mouth if my dick doesn’t touch the woman’s body even just a little bit.”
As soon as I sat down on the sofa, a busty woman with pink hair and cosplay took my dick in her mouth.
Clap, clap.
“So, why did you come to Fermaten? It’s not like you’re going to export the empire’s food using teleportation magic again.”
“…I came to make a deal.”
“Deal?”
“That’s right.”
Although he looked uncomfortable, the head of the Red Magic Tower of the Empire – Nubelungen adjusted his posture and sat down.
“I came to earn money.”
“What?”
“Various things. First of all, the most urgent thing is…”
Nübelungen.
“Bread that makes your dick bigger. I want to make that flour the staple food of our magic tower.”
A man of the Empire, his last name is ‘Royder’.
