Chapter 225
Chapter 225
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 225
Chapter Title: Crusade Army
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Winia started pointing at various spots on the map and chattering away. She had this teacher-like vibe going. I tried my best to focus like I was back in school, but damn if it didn't go in one ear and out the other.
It was because of the huge gap in our Intelligence stats.
I couldn't even hold half the info she was spouting in my thick skull. Was I really this dumb? Nah, objectively speaking, that wasn't it. Winia was just on another level.
Mages were wired differently from the start when it came to brainpower.
She'd come up with creative torture methods I couldn't even dream of, hadn't she?
"Darkie? You catch that just now?"
"No clue."
I hadn't caught a word.
"Wha, what?"
"Winia, this is too weird. Nothing's sticking in my head."
"Ugh, you moron. What's the point of me explaining if you can't follow... Tsk. Fine. Our darkie's got his charms in being dumb."
She let out a deep sigh and started ripping into my Intelligence stat.
Sadly, as a warrior, I'd dumped everything into Strength and Vitality—no helping it.
"Darkie, just follow my lead and do what I say. Got it?"
"What do you take me for? Of course."
"For real? You actually get it? Our darkie?"
"Jeez, I said I do."
"Then what'd I say?"
Winia batted her eyes exaggeratedly, like she was teasing me. God, every time I see her, I just wanna give her a good spanking.
"Just follow you."
"Kyaa! Our darkie's so smart. Aww, so cute."
"Mommy."
Suddenly all cheery, Winia grabbed my cheeks and started giggling. What the hell is she doing in front of the kid... Elise was staring at us, frozen stiff.
"Elise... This is how I live..."
"...You two seem close."
Elise turned away awkwardly, like she'd witnessed a cringey couple's antics.
"Yeah, well. Winia, cut it out. We're not alone."
Finally looking a bit embarrassed, she let go of my cheeks.
"Anyway, gotta wake up early tomorrow. Better hit the hay."
"Understood. See you in the morning."
"Yeah, sleep well, Elise. Judgment starts tomorrow!"
"...Rest well, Saint."
Elise headed out.
Then, like they'd been waiting, Cloudy and Winia slipped their hands into my pants. All three of us had been pent up for the last three days. My junk perked right up, sensitive as hell.
"Mm..."
Cloudy needed at least three hours a day to be satisfied—simple math meant nine hours backed up... You horny... sluts...! Well, Winia was quick to please, so she was fine.
"Hey, hey. Stop. Not tonight."
"What're you on about, darkie?"
But no dice.
"Sound carries here. I checked outside the door—everything echoes."
"...Katt? You actually thought of that?"
"Nah, I always do. Ain't sharing those sounds with anyone. Don't wanna either."
I'm a gentleman.
Wouldn't let anyone hear my girls moan.
That's for my ears only.
Kim Katt's a greedy bastard.
"Shut up and strip, darkie. I'm stressed."
"Katt... Me too. Can't hold back anymore. Be good and undress?"
"Nope. Absolutely not. Elise is next door. Just sleep."
Not something to let a minor like Elise hear, and especially not with a nun kid right there. She's a teammate, a friend—gotta be considerate, right?
"We'll do it at home."
"Ha, unbelievable. You memorized the damn map like a pro, and now this? Don't play hard to get. C'mon. Don't you wanna grab these tits?"
"Well, yeah, I do..."
In the end, Cloudy and Winia couldn't hold back and clung to me. My dick was rock hard already. But I could control my urges just fine.
"No means no."
"Argh! So annoying! Sis! Do something about this darkie!"
Winia snapped and yelled at Cloudy.
"Sigh. What can you do with Katt's stubborn ass? No choice."
"Thanks, Cloudy."
"Huh? Sis?"
Thanks to Cloudy's backup, I finally got a normal night's sleep. Not that I didn't want to—once we start, it spirals out of control. Too risky here.
Self-control's key.
Cloudy hugged me tight, and Winia, grumbling, pillowed her head on my arm and crashed.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ My eyes snapped open right as dawn broke.
I sat up and rolled my neck.
"...Ahh."
Felt incredibly refreshed. Maybe holding in the load built up my energy—my whole body buzzed with power. Skipping sex and just sleeping comfy in bed did wonders for recovery.
Way better than the carriage.
Like night and day.
I woke the two and prepped for the expedition when someone knocked. "Come in," I said, and Elise opened the door. Full battle nun gear—ready to roll.
"Saint. Sleep well?"
"Like a rock. Man, bed beats carriage any day. You good?"
"Yes. Optimal condition."
"Cool. Quick bite before we head out."
"Understood."
After rations, a short prep, we stepped outside. Nothing forgotten, nothing extra needed. Checked everyone's status and headed to the village edge.
"Just walk out?"
"Yep."
The guards stepped aside.
Lots of adventurers and scouts were already off. Felt like a morning crowd at a trailhead—chaotic. Parties plunged into the forest; soldiers marched elsewhere in formation.
Gotta avoid friendly fire.
"Darkie, let's move."
"Got it."
With Winia's signal, we entered the woods.
Team name? Serial Killers. Time to deliver merciless justice to this land.
"Haa... So pumped. Any strong ones out there?"
Cloudy grinned ear-to-ear, striding ahead lightly. Picnic vibe, but with her sword already drawn, it was clear it'd be a bloodbath.
"I can't contain my excitement and rage either."
"Right? Time for Divine Friends to shine."
"Well said."
Elise had her mace out too.
I could almost see gore splattering that iron ball already. I drew my sword, caught up in the mood.
"Divine Friends? What's that?"
Winia asked, puzzled.
"Friends bound by divinity. Me and Elise."
"...No clue what that means. Hey, nun. Don't get too chummy with darkie. Once he starts, he doesn't stop."
"Hehe. I know. But the Saint's resolve is real."
"What're you on about?"
We pushed through the forest. Winia constantly checked the map for directions; I scanned around; Cloudy perked her ears like a rabbit, elf-radar active.
"Lady Winia. That pass seems ideal for camp."
"Yeah... Looks good. Head that way."
Elise's scouting was top-notch too, chatting with Winia. Smooth sailing. Ran into other adventurers en route, hunting bandit camps.
Forest was thick, but war had cleared out monsters. Marched till noon, grabbed a rest spot.
We settled in.
"That officer said tons of camps, but nada? Wrong town? Front lines might pay better."
Winia griped.
"Maybe."
"Aww, darkie. Tits too heavy. What to do? Too big?"
Winia stretched and leaned on me.
I stuffed rations in her mouth.
"Wish I could help."
"Piss off."
"What the..."
I was openly disappointed.
"Kukuku. Bummed? Grew 'em for you to grope. Wanna hear?"
"Love you, Winia."
"Moron."
"Why curse?"
"Dunno."
Bored, Cloudy side-kicked a tree. Boom! Fruits rained down. She caught one, bit in, passed it to me.
"Ah. Thanks."
She was extra fidgety today. Hadn't swung her blade lately.
Pent-up too?
"Cloudy. Anything?"
"Not yet?"
"They're vile scum. Hiding in shadows, waiting."
Quick chow, chit-chat, then back on track. Winia's guidance resumed. Combining adventurer know-how and mage smarts, marking likely camps—afternoon rolled around.
Tougher to find than expected.
Bandits hide well—they live off raids.
Today's recon. Tomorrow we hunt.
Twitch.
As we debated heading back amid the buzz, Cloudy yanked my hand and ducked behind a tree.
"...Katt."
Everyone got the signal.
Winia and Elise hid, prepped for battle. Finally, Cloudy's senses pinged an enemy? I listened, scanned slowly.
"Down there. Let's go."
Cloudy nodded downhill. Elise crouched like spec ops, descended slow; I shielded Winia behind me; Cloudy led.
Rustle rustle.
"Smells like blood..."
Cloudy grinned viciously, licking her lips. Blood scent? I sniffed—nothing.
Elf senses.
Down the slope, there it was.
Camo tent under foliage, propped on wood poles. Front: campfire ash, pots, big cauldron, gear strewn about... And four booted feet sticking out.
...Back from the dead?
Four feet? Holy shit.
Bandit camp found.
Passed out before dark? Suited their evil asses.
Crunch!
Elise glared, trembling with rage. Like a rabid guard dog ready to charge.
"Hold. Check for more first."
"...Yes."
Enemy spotted—no choice but to kill. Crept closer, scanning... None? Cloudy shook her head.
Clear.
Up close, dead firepit with a huge pot caught my eye. Gotta eat to live, even scum.
Wonder what they had for brekkie...
"Huh."
Human corpses.
Floating potato chunks.
Carrots.
Pot held prime stew—arms and legs. Elise saw it too. Caution shattered instantly.
A chilling prickle, like my ballsack tightening, hit me. A banshee wail erupted, like we'd boiled a steam train whistle.
"Y-You wicked fiends!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
"Motherfucking!!!!!!!!!! Cannibal bastard shits!!!!!!!!!! Eating people!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Rage exploded; vision blacked out. Elise and I bolted like arrows into camp. Roar woke 'em—they twitched legs.
Too late.
"Wicked! Lawless! Judgment!!!"
"Die, you cannibal fuckers!!!!!!"
I slashed feet off; Elise pulverized ankles with her mace. Cripple 'em first!!!
"Aaaarghhh—!!!!"
Screams echoed from inside.
We hit the other feet.
You crazy heretic fucks!!!!!
Not even Hitler did this!!!!!!