Chapter 35
Chapter 35
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: The Female Knight's Apology
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Sion emerged from the portal draped in a brown sackcloth instead of her usual uniform top. The faint mana aura it emanated made it clear this was no ordinary scrap of fabric.
‘Perception lowering? Undetectable? Where the hell did she get something like that?’
Seeing her sneak after me wrapped in that thing felt anything but pure, so I channeled my mana, ready to unleash the spell I’d prepared at any moment.
But even after spotting her, Sion just flashed me a friendly smile, showing no hostility. What the hell was she after?
“Why are you following me? Did Rexton send you again?”
I shouted at her, my voice thick with disbelief. Honestly, what Rexton had done to her that day was so goddamn trashy, I hadn’t even imagined she’d still be sticking by his side.
Rustle. Rustle, thud. Thud.
Before long, the minions of the Plains King—alerted to the disturbance—began slinking toward us from all around.
[Just leave it to me! Intruders deserve death!] The unicorn beside me was emitting a ferocious black glow from its horn—a sight that would make even a Demon King’s legion commander think twice.
Click! Shrrk!
At that moment, Sion unfastened the scabbard at her waist and let it drop to the ground, slowly raising both hands.
“Rexton? That damn traitor bastard? Why the hell would I listen to him?”
“..Traitor?”
Sion’s eyes trembled with rage as she spat the word “traitor,” the same mad, murderous glint she’d always directed at me flickering within them.
“Yes, traitor. He trampled my heart, made me lose, then tossed me aside. Even a dog you’ve raised would bite its master’s head off eventually, right..?”
“What? Don’t tell me you killed Rexton?”
Right now, Rexton was laid up in the hospital after I’d beaten him half to death.
For the heir of a powerful earl’s family to get murdered in his hospital bed inside the academy? Even handing Sion over wouldn’t save her if that happened.
“Pfft, don’t get so tense, Young Master. That bastard’s still alive, isn’t he? I just gave him a little warning, that’s all.”
Seeing my flustered reaction, Sion burst out laughing as if it were hilarious, which only made the surrounding monsters bare their teeth and growl.
[Does this mortal not value her life, invading the king’s domain..!] [Rip her apart! Tear her to shreds! We gotta eat her!] ‘What the hell do I do now?’
I still had a ton of questions, but at this rate, all I could see was Sion getting devoured right here.
Problem was, I had no clue what her intentions were, so jumping in to save her felt risky. What if I saved her ass only for this rabid bitch to turn around and sink her teeth into my neck?
Shrrk.
As I glanced around at the monsters, racking my brain, a strange rustling came from right behind my head.
[Hey, look at that! The intruder’s doing something!] [She’s shedding her skin! What’s she up to?!] [Idiot! That’s clothes! What furless freaks wear!] What? Stripping?
I whipped my head around, and sure enough, Sion was slowly peeling off her outer layers, one by one.
She shed the sackcloth she’d been wearing and her usual crisp swordsmanship uniform top, revealing a skin-tight undergarment that clung to her sleek figure like a second skin.
“W-what the hell are you doing?!”
“I know it’s hard to trust me right now. But this is how sincere I am.”
Click, shrrk.
Sion unbuckled her belt, let it drop to the ground with a thud, then slid her pants down her sensual hips and long, smooth legs like she was putting on a striptease, neatly folding them off to the side.
[What’s the human up to? Some kinda ritual?] [No hostility though... Maybe she senses death and’s submitting quietly!] The monsters muttered in confusion all around, but I was too fixated on Sion’s sudden strip show to hear them.
Where Shaomei overwhelmed with sheer voluptuousness and Agnes boasted balanced glamour, Sion’s body had an artistic perfection, like it was sculpted for a statue.
Even I, who’d been on guard moments ago, couldn’t help but admire those flawless proportions.
If Sion had been a dancer instead of a knight, she could’ve bewitched a king and ruled a kingdom as a wicked seductress—that thought flashed through my mind.
Zip.
She unzipped her top, revealing smooth breasts—perfectly sized to fill a hand—encased in her bra.
‘Red…’
The bra that should’ve supported and contained her chest was so scant it seemed designed purely for temptation.
Sion noticed my gaze roaming her body but showed no displeasure. Instead, she knelt gracefully right there, folding her shed clothes and stacking them neatly beside her.
“I don’t want to be abandoned anymore. So I came looking for a master who’ll never throw me away.”
Her voice was soft and coaxing—the polite tone she’d once reserved for Rexton—instead of the harsh barbs she’d always hurled at me. For a split second, I nearly nodded along without thinking.
[Snap out of it, Arthin! She might have a virgin body, but her heart and soul sure as hell ain’t!] ‘Shit, what was I about to do?!’
The unicorn’s scornful shout snapped me back to reality as it stared at me like I was pathetic.
For some reason, I felt less resistant to lewd stuff now that I’d actually been with a woman than back when I was a virgin.
“Ahem, why would I be your master? You forget everything you’ve done to me so far?”
I knew exactly how much Sion Idris had tormented Arthin, even if I hadn’t lived it myself. Her sudden one-eighty made zero sense.
“You’re the first one who’s ever shown that kind of genuine anger for my sake, Young Master Arthin. Not the pathetic lust I’ve felt from other men, but real sincerity aimed at me..”
She was probably talking about when I’d beaten the crap out of Rexton.
…Honestly, I’d had zero good feelings toward her back then, but Rexton had pissed me off plenty because of her.
Seeing someone get used and discarded by the one person they truly trusted hit too close to home—like when that guy in reality had run off overseas with every penny of the fortune I’d scraped together over six years.
– ‘How the fuck does a person screw another person over like that? You trash son of a bitch!’
‘Guys who use up and discard the people who trust them are the worst kind of human garbage! Just drop dead!’ –
Seeing that scammer who’d ripped me off superimposed on Rexton, I’d unleashed all the pent-up rage I couldn’t vent in reality, pounding only his sore spots like I was slaughtering a pig.
“But I can’t erase the past where I grunted like a worthless sow at my master… So let me show you the proper devotion I owe. Young Master.”
Click.
With that, Sion stripped off her underwear, placed it atop her folded clothes, then untied her panties’ strings, leaving her completely naked.
[The intruder’s totally naked now!] [Wait, is she gonna attack an invited human?!] [No, that’s…] Most of the beasts couldn’t comprehend Sion’s actions—in fact, they seemed to be misinterpreting them entirely.
Not that I blamed them. I’d never seen anything like this either.
“I apologize for every rudeness I’ve inflicted upon you. Please forgive this foolish sow.”
In a reverent tone I’d never heard from her before, Sion slammed her forehead to the ground, beginning her naked dogeza of atonement.
“I sincerely apologize. From now on, whatever you command… I’ll do anything..”
Swallowing her shame to the very end, Sion finished and stayed in that position, as if refusing to lift her head until I forgave her.
‘Holy shit, this is fucked up.’
That sight stirred an uncontrollable excitement in me.
The woman who’d relentlessly tormented and hounded me was now groveling naked in humiliation to apologize—it was a dangerous trigger that awakened the sadism buried inside me.
[Pathetic as hell, human. Getting excited over some non-virgin slut like that? The king’s waiting, and here I am stuck watching this filthy submission ritual!] The unicorn, spotting little Arthin swelling up big time from the side, clicked its tongue in disdain.
“Ahem, get up. Let’s head back and talk more.”
I shook off the daze and gestured for her to stand.
Of course, her dramatic apology had shaken me, but I wasn’t about to forgive her on the spot. And I couldn’t bail now that I had to meet the Plains King.
“Thank you! I’ll devote my life to serving you…!”
Misinterpreting my words as forgiveness, Sion banged her head on the ground again and again in grateful fervor.
“Stop! Enough, get up already! That’s not why you came here!”
I rushed over in a panic, hauled her up, and finally got her to stop the dogeza.
Who follows someone in secret to apologize… by stripping naked and groveling? Her mindset was clearly off-kilter; my head spun.
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[So that filthy submission ritual’s finally over, right, Arthin?] “No, I didn’t even tell her to do it—it just happened..”
Maybe because we’d wasted time in its king’s territory, the unicorn’s mental link felt sharper, like needles pricking my brain.
But I felt wronged. Who could’ve predicted a naked dogeza?
[This is why non-virgins are no good. Flaunting her nakedness like that without a shred of shame? Ridiculous!] I’d sent Sion back to the academy for now, but the unicorn shuddered like it couldn’t comprehend her behavior.
[A true woman must be pure and chaste in body, heart, and soul—only then can she prove her worth as a virgin.] ‘To me, you two seem pretty similar.’
They were both unmistakably crazy in their own ways.
I couldn’t see much difference between its earlier stunt of parading Violet on top to flaunt virginity and her naked dogeza.
“Why are you so obsessed with virginity anyway?”
[Foolish talk! Womanhood is complete only in virginity. The imperfection from losing it can’t be undone, not even by almighty gods!] The unicorn’s bold ravings made my head spin again.
‘There was a nutjob in the Northern Church spouting similar crap.’
– ‘God can purge all corruption from a woman’s body and soul who’s lost her chastity. But the fact of her fall can’t be erased, not even by God! The sinner’s guilt or loss of divine grace can’t be made undone!’ –
Back in the 3rd cycle, when I was embedded in the church, there’d been a priest preaching that nonsense with total conviction.
Hearing a supposedly noble priest dubbed “Angel Doctor” say that at a bishop’s council convinced me the Northern Church was out of its mind.
If that unicorn ever met him, they might bond over their shared virginity fanaticism, despite different faiths.
“You’re a female too, aren’t you? Letting a non-contractor male ride you—doesn’t that violate your body-heart-soul virginity?”
[What absurd nonsense! Are you saying goats, bats, or eagles going into heat count? Kissing a country girl’s dog doesn’t make her non-virgin!] The unicorn jumped in outrage at my words, grilling me like I’d said something insane.
But damn if it didn’t have a point. Love between completely different species—not even humanoid—was a rare fetish. Most wouldn’t even register it.
[Anyway, how did you know I’m female?] Ah, crap. Slip-up. That was from the 2nd cycle.
“Picked up some horse lingo back home. Your mane screams female.”
[What nonsense! How dare you compare a noble purebred unicorn to some horse!] “Oh, is that the Plains King, Lord Catoblepas, over there?”
I brushed it off by comparing it to its least favorite animal and pointed dramatically at the massive silhouette in the distance, feigning awe.
[Suspicious bastard... Yes, that is the true king of the plains and all hooved beasts. The Catoblepas who gazes upon all creation.] A quadruped form dozens of meters tall. Buffalo body, hippo legs, boar head—a chimeric monstrosity.
‘A god truly is a god…’
I’d met it before, but facing a god again after the Demon King drove home the sheer presence.
‘Not quite on the Demon King’s level, but definitely… strong.’
To put it simply, our existences were on different planes. That wasn’t hyperbole. I could see why this whole space was called the king’s domain.
‘It dominates everything around here, like the Demon King claiming all beyond the barrier as his territory.’
Then, the Catoblepas—which had looked like it was sleeping with its head buried in the earth—tilted its mane-shrouded face slightly toward me. Even hundreds of meters away, an intense mental wave crashed over me.
⚙ DIVINE MESSAGE ⚙ [You have come. Arthin Ludwig. Human invited by me.] The god of the south had spoken to me.