Chapter 22
Chapter 22
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 22
Chapter Title: The Romance Fantasy Ending is Rapid Childbirth
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Goblins.
They were the trash mobs commonly described in fantasy tales.
However, when their numbers swelled to hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands, a leader would emerge to command the horde.
The rare goblin warriors born among them wielded power on an entirely different level from ordinary goblins, and the pinnacle of their kind proclaimed itself "Emperor."
Yet even they had one glaring weakness.
Technique.
They knew how to fight, but not how to wield their strength with finesse.
They were a race of raiders who relied solely on instinct and brute force to wreak havoc.
But now, right here, an entity had been born that transcended those limits.
"Scattering Pure White."
Kaaaaang!!!
From the goblin's crude, rough hands, delicate and razor-sharp sword ki began to whirl.
"Gr...ugh?! What the hell is this...!"
Alexander couldn't hide his panic against this swordsmanship blending instinct and reason, wiping sweat as he scrambled to defend.
Kaang!!
Splat!
Shwaaaack!!!
'F-Fast! I can't even see it!'
He barely blocked the ferocious thrusts lunging at him like a rampaging beast with his massive greatsword, but red welts spread across his body.
"What's wrong? Starting to wobble, aren't you?"
At the same time, Ksharnak whispered as he pressed the attack with an overwhelming aura incomparable to before.
- M-My god! The Emperor's getting pushed back!!!
- Ksharnak surpassing Alexander? No way, is this for real...
As the atmosphere among the goblins in the stands began to shift, anxiety bloomed in the Emperor's heart.
"Shut your trap!!! You filthy worm, pulling off parlor tricks...!"
"Oh? Then what does that make you, getting pushed back by parlor tricks?"
"Guh..."
Alexander couldn't believe this situation.
...He was the pinnacle and strongest of all goblins.
Born with the fate of the goblin sovereign.
Yet this one-eyed runt he'd dismissed as a coward was rampaging with such vigor, surpassing him?
"Emperor, a usurper like you could never take this from me."
"What..."
Ksharnak radiated noble energy, pointing his rapier at the Emperor as he spat the words.
"Love."
"...!"
Alexander froze for a moment, unable to grasp the meaning of that word.
To him, women were mere spoils of war, broodmares for birthing young.
The only emotion he felt for such possessions was "greed."
"Cr...crack up laughing!!! You're insane! Goblins are born for conquest!!!"
No more time for idle thoughts about this traitorous kin.
This time, swinging Hegemonia with full sincerity would crush Ksharnak without a trace.
"Die!!!!!"
Whoooosh!
The Emperor's destructive blow surged toward the quietly standing Ksharnak.
"Is that so? If that's your answer... then let me tell you."
Clang!
But Ksharnak slowly raised his sword and murmured softly.
"Love changes fate."
Shwick.
The motion was simple and serene—just lifting the rapier upward.
Against the mountain-like Emperor's onslaught, it seemed utterly feeble... like a breeze carrying flower petals.
Creeeeeenng!!!
Yet its aftermath split the world in two.
Mana in the air shattered, and petal-like blades that sliced through anything in their path raged forth.
Slash.
Alexander's beloved sword, Hegemonia, was effortlessly severed.
Squirt!
The Emperor's sturdy, sinew-pulsing arm was lopped off.
Krunch!!!
The stone plaza's outer wall was sliced like tofu.
Rumble!!!
Finally, massive stone debris collapsed, crashing into the ground.
Thud.
Alexander's right arm rolled limply across the floor.
Clang...
The severed blade of Hegemonia, forged from a giant beast's fangs, spun uselessly in the air before falling.
"A technique dedicated to you, Lily."
Ksharnak, who had unleashed that overwhelming sword strike, quietly sheathed his rapier and muttered.
"Pure White Requiem."
"Gaaaaah!!!!!"
Only now realizing his arm was gone, Alexander clutched the stump and screamed in agony.
"Why?! How can you wield sword ki like that...!!!"
"Who knows? You wouldn't understand even if I told you."
The match was decided.
The lily sword ki Ksharnak displayed had finally halted the incarnation of destruction.
"As expected, that soul still belongs to Ksharnak..."
Ersia, silently watching the scene, finished her analysis and murmured softly.
The overwhelming raw strength and stamina innate to monsters.
In contrast, humans lacked pure physical power but vanquished monsters with refined technique and reason.
'At last, Ksharnak has perfectly fused both powers.'
It was the manifestation of the female swordmaster's soul dwelling within him, awakened by the circles I had inscribed.
Thanks to that, fragments of her swordsmanship had been etched throughout Ksharnak's body...
"Your defeat."
"Th-This can't be."
The union of Ksharnak's power and Lily's skill had toppled the tyrant who relied solely on brute force.
"...What the hell kind of woman is she?"
Though her flesh was frail, the swordsmanship she had honed with her all had finally granted him victory.
And that phenomenon, empowering Ksharnak even after death.
She was no ordinary human.
"No... NO!!! I am the Emperor! Goblin Emperor Alexander!!!!!"
Whish!
Yet Alexander refused to accept defeat, forcibly gripping his broken greatsword and swinging it.
"..."
But Ksharnak turned his back, walking away as if the attack meant nothing.
"She taught me one last technique."
Even as the greatsword rushed toward his nape, Ksharnak quietly recited.
"Lily."
Shwaaaaaack!!!!
Alexander's head was severed, blood spraying forth...
The rapier named "Chastity" never stained red, gleaming with pure white light.
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After Ksharnak's victory over Alexander, he released the captured prisoners as promised.
Of course, his goblin subordinates grumbled, but none dared resist the overwhelming power he wielded.
"Th-Thank goodness."
"No...!"
The brown ponytail woman first bought at the auction staggered out in her tattered clothes.
We survived...
Are we really getting freed?
Dozens of women followed her, tears streaming down their faces.
"There's an army outside, so head that way!"
In the meantime, I was guiding the women toward the exit.
"..."
"Hey, aren't you going?"
Though most of the women headed out, the blonde hesitated, her feet refusing to move.
This was the woman who'd been dragged to the public toilet...
"I'm fine staying here."
"Huh?"
"Because goblin dick feels better than I expected... ngh."
"..."
She had fallen so deeply for the massive goblin cocks that she didn't want to leave.
Well, their endowments and stamina were impressive, after all.
"Uh, do whatever you want..."
"Hear that, babe?! Wanna go at it sloppy style?!"
"Kekeke!!!"
She and the other goblin looked happy enough, so whatever.
"You leaving?"
"Yes."
Once all the women except one had gone, Ksharnak approached me with a bitter expression.
"Still want to marry me?"
"Heh, no..."
He chuckled at my question.
"I'm satisfied now. Lily's sword is with me."
"I see..."
He stroked the rapier adorned with beautiful white lily motifs.
Gazing at the sword now inhabited by the soul of someone precious, no longer a mere illusion of her.
"So go find your own love."
"Pretty romantic for a goblin."
I waved as I turned to leave under his farewell, but...
"Oh, one last favor."
"What?"
"I've got Alexander's baby in my belly. Could you raise it?"
"Uh...?"
Thinking about it now, entrusting a goblin child to Elia's church felt off.
But as a fellow goblin, surely he'd raise it well?
Goblins were entering a low birth rate era too; he might even be grateful for my help.
"A-Alright, if it's your request, one kid..."
"Great! Then I'll give birth right now—call the midwives!"
"What."
I hurriedly prepared for the birth, knowing time was of the essence.
"Time acceleration magic...!"
"W-Wait!!"
Woooong!!
Before he could stop me, the fertilized egg in the womb rapidly developed into a fetus...
Crunch!
"O-Ohhh?!♡ My womb's stretching...♡"
The goblin newborn's head forced the cervix wide, emerging.
Her well-loosened birth canal from multiple births relaxed smoothly...
"Hurry! Catch her baby!!!"
"Eeeeek?!♡ Cumming from childbirth?!♡♡♡♡"
Goblin midwives clustered beneath my lower half as a green-skinned head appeared at the entrance.
Her vaginal walls began expansion work for the birth.
Ersia's pussy was a legendary squeezefest for cocks, but also a high-speed expressway that popped out babies effortlessly.
Squelch♡
Soon, the goblin infant slid fully out with a cheerful pop.
"Keggek!! Keggeggek!!!"
"...The cry's just like its father's."
Ksharnak cradled the wrinkly Alexander spawn with a sour look.
"Aheee...♡"
And Ersia collapsed to the floor right after birth.
Her pussy, gaping wide from delivery, leaked amniotic fluid with the umbilical cord dangling long.
"P-Please...♡"
"Got it..."
Ksharnak nodded with an awkward smile, cleanly severing the cord with a relatively clean dagger.
"Hoo...♡ My pussy's all loose now..."
Her post-birth pussy was a total mess.
With the tenant gone, the birth canal eagerly awaited a new one, throbbing in heat.
The cervix had loosened too, but true to her superhuman body, it clenched the worn door back into place.
Her stretched labia gradually restored themselves, returning to a tight pink slit in just a minute.
"Ersia, how about drinking this potion? It'll help you recover fast."
Then Ksharnak, holding the baby, cautiously offered her a vial.
"What's that?"
"Before the gate opened, an alchemist offered it to the Emperor."
He gazed slowly at the golden potion from the Emperor's treasure.
"It's called... the Elixir of Youth."
"...!!!"