Chapter 48 – Hey, Kamp… I’ll Put It In. (2)
A dazzling pillar of light shot through the thick fog and rose toward the sky, and the pillar of light soon scattered warm and cozy light in all directions. The black mist of the witch, where the light hit, disappeared as if a dirty stain was washed away by water, and the bright sun began to shine again on the streets west of El Harda.
It’s a miracle light. The miracle of a goddess who dispels the cursed mist that confuses people, instills fear, and draws out the sinister desires of the heart.
In the fog, the citizens who had been afraid to close their doors and windows, not knowing when or how they would be attacked, soon pushed their heads out, unlocking the doors one by one, guided by the warm light coming through the cracks. And I saw a dazzling light that lifted the darkness.
The glare and warmth of the light dispelled the anxiety and fear that remained in their hearts and allowed them to look up at the blue sky again.
Faith is the power to believe.
Without any doubts, the power to simply believe blindly is the source of faith.
And now, in El Harda, the capital of the Kingdom of El Haim, numerous followers with clean faith were emerging.
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The hero’s unexpected activity created numerous temporary followers, and their power soon flowed into the goddess Luminus. Religiousness is a mind that believes in something, and that is the power that allows God to exist as a god. And the source of God’s power.
Of course, an increase in the number of believers the size of a city does not increase that much, but so that the audience watching the play a few days ago would not notice it, and at the same time, so that the forces that were hindering them would not know, as of now, he is the only ally of his own. This was a great help in restoring her strength, who had consumed a lot of energy sending messages that only she could recognize through trust.
The Luminous Goddess was a little surprised by the results her hero had achieved. She usually adds one more word, but in the end, unlike the man who follows her orders, she respects herself but never moves according to her intentions, that stuffy hero who doesn’t move according to her intentions. Because it helped Of course, that’s not enough to thank her, though there are not one or two things that have rotted her in the meantime.
[I’m glad though. That man safely retrieved the oracle I gave, and the hero also gained a second realization with his help. But…]
Luminous darkened her face. At first, she thought that her play was not going according to her own will because of her own lack of competence… But now that such clear evidence has come out, she has no choice but to find the culprit. There should already be a few candidates for her, but there’s no clear evidence that they did it, and there’s no telling what kind of backstabbing they might have done to their world. Of course, if she explored her world as a whole with her powers, she should be able to easily find spaces she didn’t intend, but unfortunately, she couldn’t do that while her audience was watching.
And by the time the play ends and the audience turns their attention to her world, they will have erased all traces of themselves and run away. So, the best we can do now is to finish this play safely, rather than to figure out their identity and secure physical evidence of what they did. Of course, they couldn’t leave it alone… But since they sent the man a sign that only the two of them could recognize, Ruminus just wanted him to know his intentions and act well.
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The miraculous power of light drove away the fog, revealing the true form of Mystrina’s mansion hidden in the fog. And Luke, who was in the reception room of the mansion, lowered his arm holding the holy sword he was aiming at the sky, and he looked at the enemy who was aiming at him.
“Ugh, heuhuh…!”
“Hey, wait? Are you okay?!”
Unexpectedly, the prisoner woman was now rolling on the floor with severe burns all over her body. Her woman, who had been attacking herself in her fog a little while ago, struggling with her pain as her flesh ripened, could only be embarrassed as her Luke, and even more absurd, put her in such a state. It was her Luke himself that made it.
A dazzling light emitted toward the sky. The power of light basically cannot exert a great effect on beings who do not harbor darkness, but she has received the power of darkness from Baron Ragnar Armageddon. Her body, which would normally have been able to withstand even moderate attacks due to its high resistance to physical force, must have received the power of light, which is the most superlative of that power, and even more so, Luke’s maximum output divine power, which was exerted to the limit, directly in front of her body. It was a big burn.
The dark reddish blue fur that protected her body had already been completely burned by the heat of the intense light. Even that wasn’t enough, her skin was tanned beyond red. Even in the eyes of Luke, who had no medical knowledge, it was hardly a wound that could be healed. Her skin itself was irreparably damaged, and her situation was so serious that the only answer was amputation of her arms. The sight of her writhing in terrible pain burning her whole body and her tears dripping down in fear filled Luke with an indescribable emotion.
“Oh, it hurts… It hurts…”
Did I… Make it like that? Are those terrible scars really mine?
“Huh, huh… It hurts, it hurts…”
I… I didn’t mean to. I was just thinking of clearing this fog to protect my comrades. I was just trying to get rid of this fog, I had no intention of burning a single person like this!
“Help… Give me… It hurts so much… It hurts…”
Besides, she can’t be seen as an enemy to be killed blindly. They said she had no other choice but to deal with the demons stained with darkness, but she was different. Someone who was able to talk to me, who didn’t want me to fight, and who was a victim of that man’s suffering.
“Save… Please… Master… Sir…”
I made such a person like that.
A wound that will never heal. Even if he managed to save his life, he would never be able to return to his previous state if he had suffered such a wound. The strength of the strong body was stolen from the beastman, whose greatest strength it was.
An act with good intentions, but the unintended consequences, the victim, and the fact that he committed it were added, and the guilt that he could not shake off began to tighten his neck. Every time the woman collapsed on the floor flinched at the pain of burning her flesh, Luke’s chest tightened to the point where he wanted to vomit his insides.
“…This.”
…Is his voice.
When she raised her head, she saw his figure. Ragna Armageddon, the enemy I must defeat. But Luke couldn’t move. He had already drawn all his strength to clear his fog, and he could do nothing about the suffering victims of his unintentional mistakes.
“This, you’ve done a bigger job than I thought.”
“Master, Master… It hurts, it hurts… I-I feel so sick… I think I’m going to die… Master, please… Please save me… Yo…”
“Come on, calm down. It’s okay now. Don’t worry because I’m here.”
An ominous black power gathered in the hands of Baron Armageddon, and Luke, feeling the power, instinctively shrank his body. For him who accepts and uses the power of light, the power of darkness that Baron Armageddon handles is too unpleasant. Baron Armageddon wiped the wounds on the beast woman’s body with his darkened hands. Surprisingly, the darkness emanating from his hand was absorbed into her body, and the wounds that seemed impossible to heal slowly began to heal.
As if rewinding time backwards, the darkened skin color gradually regained its original color, and the rich hair unique to the beastman grew back one by one, which was enough to make Luke stunned.
“…Lord, Indonesia…”
“Now, it’s okay. Take a deep breath and wake up and everything will be over.”
As he watched the enemy he had to defeat, with such an ominous power, heal the wounded by his mistake, Luke felt skeptical.
I made a victim on the subject of discussing justice, and the person I defined as evil treated the victim created by me.
Only then… Who is the villain and who is the justice?
Seeing her sleeping peacefully in his arms, Luke was moved. The moment when guilt, shame, and skepticism try to bring him down from the position of a hero to an ordinary human man, no, no less… He said.
“Hero Luke. You seem to have exceeded my expectations in many ways. Even if you seem to fall short of my expectations, it’s really hard to figure out how you go beyond my expectations. So it’s no longer possible to observe and predict from afar. It felt pointless.”
“…What are you saying…”
He said as he left the drawing room where he was standing, holding the prisoner woman in his arms.
“On the third floor of this mansion, there will be a door with a little ornate decoration. Although I rarely visit this place, Mystrina made a room for me when I come. I left this child in the care of the others. Afterwards, I’ll be waiting for you in that room. When you’re ready, come to that room. Before we get down to business, I think we’ll need to talk to you privately. And…”
Quaang! At the loud noise outside, Luke turned his head. Come to think of it, if his fog was lifted by the pillar of light he had achieved…
“…Haha. That cigarette boy got the job done in the end. Well, it’s okay. It takes quite a while to recreate the fog, but even without that fog, there’s nothing wrong with disposing of his toys. “
She, the ‘smoke witch’ Cigarette Tabacona, called the countless bizarre biological weapons as toys and passed them off as if they were nothing, overflowing with composure. And that wasn’t an empty bravado, he was really just expressing his feelings calmly, and it was a big shock to Luke that what he considered a little more troublesome than pulling weeds in the field was a dangerous battle that would not guarantee victory for him. Was
A person who restores victims who have been hurt by my mistakes, and who does things that I cannot do so lightly. Even if his power is not the power he originally possessed, but the power he obtained elsewhere, the original power, no matter how powerful it is, is useless if it is not used properly. And even if he had the same power, Luke doubted whether he could do better than him.
…Is something like me really a hero?
At the thought that popped into his head involuntarily, Luke sighed and led his holy sword into the sheath attached to his waist. After a while, he left the parlor and confirmed that all of his comrades were safe, and heard that they were fighting in the fog with other beastmen like himself. But…
The hawk. For some reason, she showed a reluctance to talk with Luke and avoided her seat, and Luke felt that her self-esteem, which was already low, fell even more because she thought it was Hawkana’s dislike for herself.
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“Ha, ha, ha, ha…”
Hawk I, who hurriedly avoided her seat with Luke, hurriedly opened the door of any room near her and jumped into it. She made sure to lock the door to prevent someone from entering the room and not seeing each other. She confirmed once again that there was no one else nearby except herself, and before long, she sat down on the floor with her back against the door.
I gasped at her violently as a white, sticky liquid dripped from under her short skirt, barely revealing the space between her legs. The sound of her blushing mouth, the sound of her breath, slowly changed from that of someone tired of hard work to something sweet that seemed to seduce men.
It was very brief. It was a very short moment, but it shook her trembling heart even more. And now that it has exited her own body, she has given her a sense of emptiness, as if what was originally in her body had disappeared.
Momentary gratification, followed by emptiness.
Hockna couldn’t bear the loss any longer.
It might have been better to know nothing. Her mind, which had been gradually dulled over the years, was sharpened again by an unforgettable experience. And Hawk I, she wasn’t relaxed enough to get used to that kind of feeling anymore. It is hard to believe that she was a mercenary who had lived alone for a long time without making herself a companion. She was a hawk.
I need someone’s warmth. You need someone who cares for you warmly. And only one person could give it to her.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha…!”
Despite the momentary warming up, the body was sufficiently heated, the sweet sound of breathing that seemed to seduce a man, and, crucially, the feeling of a shivering belly.
“I can’t stand it anymore…”
It is a glass with a poisoned drink. And even though it was poisoned, the drink was so sweet and luscious that it didn’t matter if you would lose your life the moment you drank it. All the while, Hockna hesitated while holding her glass. No matter how thirsty she felt, she persevered. Because it would be foolish to drink poison even if she was thirsty. It would be the same as taking her own life.
…But now she had a question. What do you mean?
He said. Desire, the feeling of wanting something is never a bad thing. That it is a very natural thing.
Opposite hearing. A phenomenon in which a person, when told to do or not to do something, wants to do the opposite.
Of course, no one gives orders to Hochna. She is a wandering elven mercenary who has long since left her forest, her homeland, so neither the elven elders in her homeland nor the kings of the human realms dare to give her orders. However, it is not only someone’s order that binds people.
Hawk: What binds me is what she thinks of herself as her most ideal self. The image I want and the image of myself that I can say is the most like myself.
However, what was that ‘self-like’ that was once firm, I couldn’t say for sure anymore. She had already become too attached to him, she felt to herself.
Those here were no longer noble and noble wandering mercenary elves. It’s just a vulgar and lascivious female who can’t forget the warmth of a man and comforts herself by hoping for him all night long.
Hawk I, who continued to deny and ignore the fact, eventually faced the desire that she considered ugly in this magical fog, and was completely stained and completely defiled by the desire that the man had engraved on her body.
…No, now this expression is not correct.
It is not dirty. He simply recognized and accepted his own desires.
The desire to be seen as a decent woman to the opposite sex, hidden behind the desire to become an admired existence as a noble and courageous warrior.
In her old warehouse, as she eagerly soothed her heated body by smelling the smell of the leftover gloves the man had left in her arms, she could no longer excuse herself. There was no Having fully accepted her true desires, she made up her mind. She could neither avoid nor resist this pleasure anyway, but would rather enjoy it.
No matter what sound came from outside her, she thrust her own slender fingers into her cunt, where the clear juices melted. Of course, there was no way that her body, having tasted that vicious big cock, could be satisfied with just that kind of stimulation. But even if she did, she couldn’t go find him. Because of her words he whispered to her just before her fog lifted.
[I will give you one last chance tonight. If you come to my room on the third floor, I’ll do what you want. If you don’t like it, it doesn’t matter if you don’t come. I hope you make a choice you won’t regret.]
The selection has already been made.
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That night, Hawkna quietly left the room in the tower that the ‘Smoke Witch’ Cigarette Tabacona had given out for her Luke and her companions and headed for Mystrina’s mansion. She passed through the door that was open for her and headed to a room on the third floor. Yes, to his room…
Opening the door and stepping inside, she saw four women clinging to a man’s male organ and serving him diligently. Before long, she herself also joined the procession. The man… No, the master, crawling on all fours with his clothes off, gently stroked the head of the fallen female who carefully licked the hard erect penis with his tongue.
