Chapter 31 – Prelude (2)
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“Then.”
“Sophia, do you like Reven?”
Sophia nodded her head. Lloyd’s expression darkened. She wonders if she has her lover, Circe, by her side, but Circe doesn’t dwell on such things. In fact, she was often cheating on her too.
“Yes.”
In Sofia’s words, she inadvertently wanted to stroke her hair.
“Huh… Are you really okay?”
It is the word of Maya called the Little Witch. Her sword looked at her and frowned at her. Maya grinned. Full of playfulness ‘You raped me. You’re thinking about fucking Sophia too?’ Her words passed through her head. “Knife?” I hear Sophia’s mysterious voice. Carl winks quietly. “Shall we sit down too?”
Music resonated throughout the ballroom. The Emperor and the Emperor’s children rose first and started a proper speech with good manners. Carl sat next to Sophia, feeding her this and that, and listening to the speech in silence. Laughter also leaked out in the official position of the demon lord subjugation. “Did they kill you? It’s kind of funny.” “Carl, you can’t say that!” Sophia whispers quietly.
On this side, Lloyd, a hero, spoke as a representative.
After the speech, the dancers first danced in the center. The dancers, dressed in white see-through and black underwear, danced to highlight their bodies as if they were dressed for show. From this point on, the atmosphere ripens. Watching the dances of the dancers, the nobles gather and talk with each other.
“Leven. It’s been a long time.”
“Carl. Do you have a minute?”
Sophia’s face cooled as she looked at Carl, who smiled in trouble. “You used to be that kind of person.” There was a bone in her words. Carl said he was sorry, lightly kissed his forehead, and went to the side of the noble ladies who greeted him. “Can I feed you?” “That’s Okay.” Lloyd belatedly approaches Sophia, but Sophia turns her down in disappointment.
Carl went out to the balcony as the noble ladies led him. Since the dancer had just started dancing, there were no crazy performers making love already. On the balcony, there were a group of nobles who had known each other for a long time.
“So, what do you plan to do next on the black market?”
“It’s not the knight commander’s words. Maybe I should change it? As much as it happened.”
“I’m talking about demon slaves… “
As Carl tilted his glass, he massaged the breasts of the noble ladies who had brought him. One naturally pushed his head with the lower part of the knife. The funny thing is, these two ladies were the daughters of those nobles. Those assholes are a tribe that sells their families for power. I am disillusioned.
Even oneself who hangs out with such people cannot escape from the object of disillusionment.
*
After the dancers finished dancing, each danced with his partner. After dancing with each partner they brought, they would ask other partners to dance. Women were in a position to receive applications, and men were in a position to apply. People without a partner met each other well and shared dance moves.
“It’s messy.”
“Huh. Right.”
It was a conversation between Maya and Sophia. Maya let out a few drowsy yawns, then she used an invisibility spell to hide herself. “As expected, I don’t like this kind of place. I did come because you said you were coming.” It seems that the smell of semen is everywhere. The two knew all too well what was about to happen.
Asking for a dance was a polite expression of opinion, “Can I touch your body?” When they dance, they hold hands, put their hands on their hips, and breathe closely at times. After a few times of skinship like that, they share sexual intercourse according to each other’s will.
So, be cautious about asking someone who has a partner to dance. After the first dance with the partner, it doesn’t matter because each of them keeps time to talk with their partner after the dance, but anyway. Sophia herself hadn’t had her first dance.
“So that must be it?”
“Huh?”
“… No.”
No one came to ask him to dance. She was about to refuse, of course, but it hurt her pride a little.
She came out dressed so pretty.
Lloyd and Circe started dancing in the center of the ballroom. Lloyd picked Circe up, then she pressed their foreheads together, turned Circe around and flew through her air. Sophia and Maya looked at it for a while. “How have you been?” That’s why Maya’s question felt out of the blue. “Yes? Yeah… ” Sophia couldn’t answer.
“Well.”
“It’s hard?”
“I guess so. Because what was there is gone.”
“How is the knife? Make it difficult for you?”
“No, please be really nice.”
Sophia laughed painfully.
“But it seems to have a bit of a mischievous side.”
Her eyes saw her Circe and Lloyd kissing her.
*
“Princess, Princess!”
“Ah… Uh huh? Coke, Coke!”
Arya looked up in her blank mind. Muscular Orcs. Ever since she was a child, she has been the captain of the escort that has been her escort. Beside her was a goblin. “I am right! I’m right!” It was kind of nice to hear that voice talking loudly.
“I’m here to save you. You need to wake up! Come on, put me on your back.”
“Ah… “
Sofia’s image flashed in Aria’s mind for a moment, but that was okay. I was just happy that this hellish pain was over. “Because it was in the basement! I found it, give me the money!” The goblin’s voice echoed through the basement.
“Quiet, quiet… “
“It’s okay, Princess. There is no one in the mansion. All went out Carl Reven and the saint too.”
Although it feels a little incongruent, Arya was carried on the back of the escort captain without deep worries. “Coke! Coke!” What followed after the mace’s gut-breaking time that lasted for an hour was the terrible water torture. After repeating her act of putting her head in her head for 30 seconds, then taking it out again and resting for 30 seconds, her mind in the aria was disoriented.
“Ship… Hungry… “
Arya, even in her distraught state, she was desperately held onto the escort captain’s shoulders. The escort leader put her aria on his back and ran at her full speed. By escaping from her cellar and opening the door to her mansion, Arya could be freed from this terrible pain.
The escort captain’s back, which he hadn’t seen in a long time, looked wider than anything else.
Come to think of it, since she was a child, she has always been like that. Even when Arya fell into her little crisis, the escort commander made a fuss and came to her rescue. When she fell, she yelled at her maid for failing to protect her, and during her war, ran with her aria on her back and asked to forgive her rudeness.
Because he is an orc, he has an ugly face, but a person who is more reliable than anyone else came to rescue him like this today.
It’s like a dream. If everything up until now has been a terrible nightmare, today is a fantasy-like dream that a prince on a white horse comes to rescue.
“Now, it is over. If you go out of the mansion, I’ll buy you an armful of meat. Our colleagues-“
“Ah?”
Thud.
But dreams are dreams because they can’t come true.
The orc escort captain’s body seemed to lean slowly, and he fell to the ground in an instant.
“If you go somewhere in such a hurry, do you leave your legs behind?”
Both of the captain’s legs had been cut off. Arya looked at the approaching person with a blank face. ―Perhaps Carl Leben’s subordinate. Ah.
The chef who served Sofia the other day spoke calmly, reciting today’s menu.
“I recommend that you return to your feet and finish the torture.”
Arya despairs once again.
