Chapter 113
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 113
Chapter Title: Request for Support - 4
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Helen had lived for over eight hundred years, but she had no experience with men.
It was only natural.
Unlike other races, nymphs were not blessed with fertility.
They could bear children by sharing their essence, but doing so would mean Hestia, their creator, judged them as shirking their duties. She would strip them of all their granted powers, reducing them to mere mortals like ordinary humans.
In other words, nymphs were a race that slowly withered away if they shared love.
And so, nymphs refrained from love.
But a thousand years ago, the vile atrocities fueled by the ancient kingdom's base greed had drastically reduced their numbers.
They dwindled to the point where they could no longer fulfill their duties as Hestia's proxies on earth.
To survive, nymphs took human partners who, like them, were blessed by the same god.
That was how half-nymphs came to be.
However, with the gods' powers weakened now, humans blessed by the divine were exceedingly rare, making it far from easy.
Hestia's blessed humans, in particular, hadn't been born in centuries.
Moreover, nymphs devoted to Hestia held special significance among their kind, so Helen had strictly limited her contact with men.
All for the sake of her future partner, who would one day earn Hestia's favor.
That was why she remained pure even now.
"Must be the Titan blood—your manhood is impressively large."
"Yeah?"
But Helen had lived for eight hundred years.
Even without experience, she possessed the knowledge to make up for it.
Pleasing a man was child's play for her.
"Does it feel good?"
Helen teased Sian's glans with her small hand, urging his release. Caught off guard by her skillful touch, Sian asked,
"How are you so good at this?"
Her caresses felt better than those from his women, who had shared his bed countless times. She handled him with such loving care.
"Nymphs are inherently a serving race. Making someone happy comes naturally."
Helen smiled in response to his question, but she caught the underlying doubt. Her ears flushed bright red.
"If you're worried I have experience with men... no, I don't. This is the first time I've ever touched one."
"Th-that's not what I meant..."
Caught off guard, Sian averted his eyes from hers and suckled at her breast instead.
"Ahn... S-Sian, aren't you too good at sucking breasts?"
"Well, I..."
Unable to answer easily, Sian let his mouth do the talking, continuing to nurse.
Startled by his tongue work, Helen felt sexual pleasure for the first time.
'So this is the grace of love Hestia created.'
Helen had nursed countless children, but doing so for Sian felt entirely different.
Unlike the affection and sense of duty she felt for them, warm intimacy welled up from her chest for him.
'Maybe this is how Hestia feels.'
Sensing something profound, Helen caressed his manhood with even more love.
"Ngh!"
Unable to hold back the growing pleasure from her hand, Sian began trembling at the waist. Realizing he was close, Helen quickened her strokes.
"Kyaa?!"
With a thick spurt-spurt!, white fluid erupted.
So pent up, the viscous release splattered across Helen's beautiful face.
"Hoo..."
The semen on her face left Helen dazed for a moment.
It couldn't be helped. Hestia's divinity in it intoxicated her.
'Th-this is cheating.'
Overwhelmed by the irresistible aura as a nymph, Helen grew aroused.
If she were a less disciplined nymph, she might have lost her purity right then.
Fortunately, with eight centuries of training, Helen barely held onto her senses.
"Gulp."
But the divinity on her face was too much to resist. She began licking it up.
"Helen?"
Shocked by her devouring his semen so eagerly, Sian sat up. But Helen latched on with determination, not letting a drop escape, and started sucking him clean.
"W-wait a sec?!"
Panicking at her sudden fervor, he tried to stop her, but even with her small mouth, she wouldn't release him.
"That's sensitive there..."
Tears welled in her eyes from the gag-inducing size, but she kept greedily seeking his seed.
In the end, Sian released once more, this time into her mouth.
'Whoa... the taboo thrill is no joke.'
Thanks to the nymph's grace Helen bestowed, his mind had somewhat recovered, but an awkward air hung between them.
She'd gone wild at the end, insatiable for his semen.
If he hadn't stopped her midway, she might still be sucking him now.
"Hehe, it's the first time anyone's seen me so undone."
Straightening her disheveled clothes, Helen spoke with a flushed face.
"S-sorry."
"No need to apologize. Male lust is natural, and th-this time, it was my lack of discipline..."
Embarrassed beyond measure, Helen quickly regained her usual calm.
"It won't happen again."
"But what was that about earlier?"
"Th-that..."
Of course, a little prodding from the side crumbled her composure.
Helen began stammering excuses.
"I-it seems to be because of Hestia's divinity flowing through your body, Sian."
"Oh, that?"
Several things clicked from her words.
Helia had said the same about the divinity permeating his home.
Perhaps, as a nymph devoted to Hestia, Helen reacted even more strongly.
Still...
"Turns out you're a closet pervert, Helen."
"Eep..."
She had no retort to that, simply averting her eyes in shame.
"Anyway, now that my mind's clearer, let's go rescue Camilla."
"Be careful. Hardron survived a thousand years of pursuit by the Empire and Holy Kingdom."
"Thanks for the advice—I'll keep it in mind. Oh, and Helen."
Sian made one request of her.
"You seemed to check Camilla's status earlier. Can you show me too?"
"You mean the Mother-Daughter Oath. Yes, I can. But it only shows Camilla herself—no extra information."
"That's fine. Just seeing her with my own eyes is enough."
"Please wait a moment."
Helen chanted a brief prayer, then extended her hand to him.
"Sian, to properly invoke the miracle, you'll need to match my eye level."
"Got it—should I pick you up?"
"...Yes."
Following her words, Sian scooped her up by the waist, aligning their gazes.
Pressed so close, her soft breasts and fresh-baked-bread scent tormented him.
Dang, wanna do more.
'Gotta hold back, right?'
Given the situation.
But some things couldn't be helped—his traitorous member poked at her navel.
"C-can you see her, Sian?"
"Yeah, I see."
Camilla was bound in iron chains, surrounded by darkness, just as Helen described.
Probably imprisoned somewhere in the underground city.
'If I leave her like this, those bastards will do unspeakable things to her.'
Though self-conscious about the scar on her face, Camilla was a strikingly beautiful woman.
The underground dwellers getting frisky wouldn't be surprising.
'Can't let that happen.'
Focusing on Camilla through Helen's vision, Sian sent black divinity toward her.
Camilla stared at the handcuffs on her wrists with a hollow smile.
"Blue mithril, no less."
Blue mithril.
Unlike ordinary mithril that resonated with mana, this variety absorbed ambient mana indiscriminately.
In short, wearing blue mithril cuffs rendered even the finest knight powerless as a commoner.
'Hardron... are they aiming for the Emperor himself?'
For centuries, Hardron's infamous reputation hadn't matched their actual deeds.
A clear gap in power.
No matter how fierce they were, they were ants compared to the Empire, which had amassed might and authority over a millennium. The same went for the Holy Kingdom, bolstered by divine miracles drawing talent.
To stand a chance against the Holy Kingdom, they needed schemes like this.
"I wonder if the Second Holy Knight Commander has value as a prisoner."
A man approached Camilla in her underground cell.
As if deeming himself noble, he was clad head to toe in pristine white.
Camilla sneered mockingly.
"None at all. Talents like me are a dime a dozen in the Holy Kingdom."
"Pity, then. I thought we could give those arrogant bitches a lesson this time."
"Mind your tongue if you're speaking of Empress Astiren. Incurring her wrath won't end in death."
"I'll pass. She's your Empress, not mine—just a rootless usurper. No noble bows to barbaric scum."
The man gripped her chin as he spoke.
"And you're the same. Custom dictates fair treatment for prisoners, but a Holy Kingdom dog isn't nobility."
"Funny, hearing nobility laws from a thousand-year-old ruin."
"Wonder how long that insolent tongue will last. Do you know how we've survived in this wretched underground all these years?"
"As western slash-and-burn farmers scraping by, I hear."
"That was the past. Now, we capture women from outside and force them to bear our children to keep our bloodline alive."
"...You're insane."
A thousand years had passed.
Feelings for a fallen nation should have faded long ago.
Yet Hardron still clung to theirs.
Why?
They couldn't forget their glorious past.
Sickened by their obsession bordering on madness, the man told Camilla,
"The mad ones are you, following a rootless Empress."
With that, he left the cell.
"Well, not your concern once you're pregnant with our child. Expectant, Holy Knight—you'll be sturdy stock."
As he departed, countless vagrants approached Camilla, leering with filthy lust.