Chapter 112
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 112
Chapter Title: Request for Support - 3
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I sprinted full tilt from Lugadrian to the Storm Plains—a rough 300 kilometers—and made it in about four hours.
'I'm gonna drop dead.'
Thanks to Hestia's miracle of Vitality Enhancement boosting my physical abilities, I'd forced myself to an average speed of 80 kph.
If I weren't a Titan with an affinity for divinity, I'd have collapsed ages ago.
'Lucky they were weaklings crumpling to a single roar. Anything tougher, and I'd have been in real trouble.'
Dragging my heavy body along, I checked on everyone's condition.
Fortunately, the holy knights had plenty of injuries but no fatalities.
Helen had overdone it with the repeated prayers, leaving no part of her body unscathed, but it didn't look life-threatening.
"You okay?"
"I'm fine. It's just... Camilla..."
The problem was that Camilla—the one who tossed out deadpan jokes in her usual flat voice—was nowhere to be seen.
"She's fighting the Hardron forces alone to save us."
"By now, she's probably..."
"No! Camilla's still alive. She's in some dark place, so I can't see clearly, but her oath to Mama is still holding strong."
Putting together what the holy knights said and Helen's input, it seemed Camilla had taken on the Hardron forces single-handedly to buy time for the holy knight order—and gotten captured.
"Phew... Everyone, don't worry. Just rest. I'll go get Camilla."
"Sian! You can't push yourself any further."
Helen stepped in front of me as I moved to head into the underground city where Hardron was holed up to rescue her.
"Look at you—running all the way here has left your mind in tatters."
"True, but..."
Holy power wasn't about wielding my own divinity; it was borrowing the god's divinity through prayer.
It lacked the control of mana or aura, but it was a near-limitless force.
Of course, it wasn't free.
Every time I invoked a miracle through prayer, something scrambled my brain with searing pain.
In short, holy power traded mental strain for a god's might.
"As a nymph, I can sense it. Anyone else would have passed out by now—your soul's already scorched from the divinity's backlash."
"I'm fine. I'm a Titan."
"Even pureblood nymph Clark couldn't endure this."
Okay, now I was a little worried.
'I kept that short-burst Vitality Enhancement going for over three hours, after all.'
My mind wasn't the only thing ragged—my body was falling apart too.
"Hardron's plans got thrown off thanks to you, so he won't rashly harm Camilla. At worst, she's a prisoner."
"Nope."
"Sian?"
"If I don't save her now, she'll hound me endlessly about it later."
Camilla's personality meant she could brush off even deep wounds like a teasing joke, but I hated that.
"Besides, it's a prime chance to land a solid hit on that bastard. No way he expects me to show. Time to rack up some debt and shut him up."
"Hero? You just want to save her—mmph?!"
"Baby, if you can't read the room, just stay quiet."
The holy knights chattered among themselves, but I had no time for that. As I prepared to head out for Camilla, Helen blocked me again.
"Helen? Don't."
"I'm not stopping you. I want to help."
"You're wiped out too. Don't push it."
"Exactly. That's why I'll use a nymph's grace instead of a miracle."
"A nymph's grace?"
"Hweh?!"
Her words left me puzzled, but the other holy knights startled like they'd been shocked.
"H-Hero, we entrust Mama to you."
"Got it."
Rachel, vice-captain of the Second Holy Knight Order, blushed as she spoke, then led the others away somewhere.
What the...?
"As you know, Hestia created us nymphs to guide humanity in her place."
"Right."
"So the first nymphs had no gender. Our duty was leading, not breeding."
Of course, thinking of pureblood nymph Clark in her female form, they could probably switch at will.
"Then came the reason we chose genders."
"What happened?"
"Abandoned children need parents to care for them."
Following Helen's explanation, I glanced at the holy knights with her.
All of them, raised upright by her hand.
Damn impressive.
"Once we realized that, nymphs serving Sunna gave children justice and righteousness; those serving Flora gave bread and fruits; those serving Athena gave bravery and wisdom."
"I see."
"A-And the nymphs serving Hestia... gave children love and... breastfeeding."
She blushed a bit, embarrassed by the topic.
But what did this have to do with a nymph's grace?
As that question crossed my mind...
Helen slowly began removing her top.
Suddenly why—?
Helen kept explaining.
"That's where the nymph's grace comes from. And I, serving Hestia... with breastfeeding... my nymph's grace..."
She didn't need to say more.
My mind had already blasted off to Andromeda.
...
Unlike my past life, living as Sian came with lust that was strong—too strong.
Whenever a woman caught my eye, the urge to claim her as mine surged up.
Sure, I told myself to hold back sometimes, but it was no joke. In this world, sex was the only real pastime I had.
For me, one woman was tough to see purely as a romantic prospect: Helen.
Because her embracing warmth, boundless mercy, and affectionate gaze made me unconsciously see her as a mother figure.
'Sylvia and Elsia don't give off that vibe.'
Helen had lived longer than my past and current ages combined, and raising all those kids gave her a passive aura of maternal warmth.
Drink milk from a woman like that?
Even for me...
"Saying this out of the blue must feel burdensome, right? I thought a woman to your taste..."
"Waa!"
"H-Huh?"
I dove straight into Helen's arms.
Inhaling her sweet fragrance, I said,
"Honestly? Not burdensome at all. I like it."
"R-Really?"
"Kinda embarrassing to admit, but I've always wanted to feel a mother's love."
Helen started off flustered but accepted me with practiced ease.
"Then today, I'll be your mother."
She naturally laid me across her lap, letting her lush, fruit-like breasts dangle before me, then slowly leaned in to begin breastfeeding.
'Whoa...'
It was a bit embarrassing for a grown man to be nursed like this, but the sweet droplets of love falling into my mouth revived my battered mind.
'Feels like my head's clearing up.'
So this was a nymph's grace?
Like a baby, I greedily suckled at Helen's milk.
"Hau?! Sian..."
I sucked too hard, making her wince in pain, but she endured it with a loving smile.
"Does it taste good?"
"Yeah. I could do this forever."
My hand found her breast, squeezing out more milk.
Each time, Helen let out a moan, but I was hooked—couldn't stop.
"Huu... Sian, slowly. You'll choke."
"Sorry. Too delicious. Couldn't help it."
"Ah..."
Helen trailed off mid-sentence.
Wondering what was up, I followed her gaze.
There was my cock, massively swollen.
'Well, can't be helped.'
Nymphs were petite by default, but their looks were off the charts.
Just gazing at Helen's stunning beauty was bliss enough.
And with breasts rivaling Chloe's, plus nursing from her? No man could avoid getting aroused.
Of course, it was wrong to feel this way about Helen, who was sacrificing out of motherly love.
She had every reason to hate it, but with a slightly flushed face, she said,
"Sian, if you're suffering, I'll take care of it for you."
"?!!"
Stunned by her words, I couldn't react before her small hand wrapped around my cock.
'This is insane.'
On the lap of this motherly woman to the holy knights, getting nursed by her... and now a handjob on top?
"It... it can get even bigger."
Helen was startled by how much harder it throbbed, but she caressed it with her signature warm touch.
With a loving smile, she asked once more,
"Does it feel good, Sian?"
"Waa!"