Chapter 427
Chapter 427
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 427
Chapter Title: Water Spirit Undine
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Spirits are all pretty much the same—ruthless, inhuman eco-friendly serial killers.
They originate from Mother Nature itself, eternally despising humans without mercy, even for children. They're like the frontline shock troops of radical environmentalist groups, the kind who commit eco-terrorism without batting an eye.
Humans preserve their species by polluting the environment.
They chop down trees, contaminate water, bulldoze mountains, and burn forests. That's the fate of humanity. For spirits, who seek to protect nature and promote eco-friendliness, conflict with humans is inevitable.
After all, killing humans is the true path to environmentalism.
There's no other way to safeguard nature.
Coexistence is impossible—the sky itself would have to split for that to happen. All that's left is bloody war. It's only natural that relations between nature-destroying humans and nature-protecting spirits are at rock bottom.
Compromise? Not a chance.
They're different species from the start, standing on opposite sides with clashing perspectives.
Their very foundations are incompatible. Yielding means death, so humans and spirits will battle eternally until one side is annihilated. Only the victor survives in this world.
That's why spirits are classified as monsters.
Every spirit I've encountered has been hostile for exactly this reason.
"Undine, huh? Never seen one before. So, what exactly is this monster?"
Winia answered my question.
"I've only heard stories myself, never seen one. But they pop up around here from time to time, and every appearance means dead villagers. That's why there are constant subjugation requests. Usually D-rank upper or C-rank quests. Mid-tier spirits, after all."
"I see."
I'd learned recently that low-tier spirits resemble natural elements, while mid-tier and above often take humanoid forms.
Naias is a prime example.
She didn't communicate well and wielded brutal ice powers, but she looked like a pretty girl.
Why do they mimic human shapes?
My guess? They've been fighting humans since ancient times and copied their forms. The female shape might stem from being born of Mother Nature.
Typically, mid-tier spirits are hunted by seasoned D-rank parties or C-rank adventurers. They slaughter nearby villagers en masse upon appearing, and they're tough opponents.
Anyway, spirits are terrifying fucking assholes.
"Well, I've taken down Naias, so a mid-tier spirit should be no problem."
"Yeah, I've hunted a Salrist before too."
Salrist—the fire spirit, right?
"Fire spirit?"
"Mid-tier fire spirit, to be precise. It showed up in a village near Krasheim, luring kids with its cute looks before burning them alive. We barely stopped it from torching the granary."
"What kind of motherfucking scum is that?"
Its own mom was long dead, so it targeted kids instead.
Spirits like these are extremely dangerous.
Their sense of good and evil can't be judged by human standards. They're psychopaths who believe killing humans is righteous.
They derive immense joy from turning human corpses into nature's fertilizer.
No, even worse.
Most monsters kill to eat, but spirits slaughter out of pure hatred for humans. They're pleasure-killing addicts hooked on murder.
"Hmm, the Great Desert of Shurtic had plenty of sand spirits too. They'd whip up a sandstorm, appear out of nowhere, and drain every drop of moisture from humans or desert orcs alike."
Claudy, who'd been listening, licked her lips with her index finger and chimed in about the desert.
Seems like monster-plagued areas are all alike.
"Those drained victims revive as undead sand mummies due to mana, then immediately raid caravans to reclaim lost fluids. They even swarm oases in groups. Craving that hot blood back, I suppose?"
"Fucking terrifying bastards."
Holy shit, what a chilling tale.
Basically turning into zombie-like things.
This world really isn't fit for human habitation.
And that's just mid-tier spirits.
High-tier ones, which I've only heard tales of, are the true serial killers of this era, infamous legends.
Ifrits, Selions, Sharkelas—their horrific anecdotes are bedtime horror stories parents tell kids here, staple material for nightmares.
Stuff like incinerating entire villages into ash piles, flooding rivers to drown everyone, or freezing invading armies in blizzards to death.
"Hey, Winia. You said you've never seen an Undine, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Then we should look up some counters before heading out. We don't know shit about this monster."
I'd never fought or even seen a water spirit.
No clue on traits or tactics. Better to research first than charge in blind and bleed for it.
With Naias, the sudden encounter forced me to learn patterns on the fly, but no need to gamble blindly when we know the target.
Acting without thinking is for fools.
"Good call, Katt. Always gotta prepare. That's the rule."
"Heh, with my adventurer experience? Let's gather intel today and head out tomorrow."
As we were deciding, Winia spoke up.
"You're right, darky, but no need to bother."
"What? You know how to fight it?"
"Darky, mages learn this stuff from the Magic Tower and books even without seeing them. Let's hit the Alchemists' Guild first."
"Why there?"
There had to be a reason.
Following Winia as she led the way, she explained confidently.
"Undines have water bodies, so you need something special to take them down. Can you slash water with a sword, darky?"
"Obviously not. Ever heard 'you can't cut water with a knife' for pointless fights like couple's quarrels?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Dunno. Anyway."
Ice can be cut, but liquid water? Impossible. Only the legendary great swordsman Moses from mythic times could manage that.
"Spirit-slaying gear, or whatever. To kill an Undine, you coat your blade with magical potion."
"Ah, and the Alchemists' Guild sells it?"
"Yep."
Water spirits resist physical attacks, apparently. Need artificial enchantments via consumables for damage to stick.
But if so, doesn't that mean Winia's fire magic mainstay can't touch Undines?
"Heh, so you're shit outta luck, Winia?"
"As if. Pour oil in the fountain and blast Fire Bolt. But that alone might not cut it, so we need this."
"Gotcha."
We headed to the Alchemists' Guild as Winia led.
I left purchasing to her entirely. Even if alchemists are con artists, they won't scam fellow magic professionals from the Tower.
They only gouge powerless noob adventurers. Messing with backed mages is rare.
She returned shortly.
"Hey, darky. No stock—they gotta make it."
"Seriously? Out of all things. How long?"
"Come back this evening. 2 silver fee."
"Fucking insane. Highway robbery."
"Magic item."
Spending 2 silver on a 20-silver Undine hunt hurt. We left and Winia dragged us to a general store next.
For glue to stick the powder on swords. Fair enough. Enchanting ain't free.
Realistically meticulous—educational, even.
Spray glue on blade, dust potion on top—only then does it hurt Undines. Cleaning the edge later will suck.
"Guess we delay till tomorrow."
"Heh. Three-day trip, and the sisters will complain."
Probably.
Perks of frequent travel for adventurers.
"And darky, it's a C-rank quest anyway—gotta go tomorrow. Carriage booked for then."
"Oh, forgot."
Not used to C-ranks yet.
"Anyway, time till evening. Head home for a bit?"
"Sure."
We three returned home.
I planned to rest, but the door barely opened before Claudy and Winia pounced. Such horny women.
Breasts never cease in this life.
* * *
Evening, back to the guild for the item: green powder in a tiny pouch. This shit costs 2 silver? Easy money for them.
Like that overpriced Madecassol I bought ages ago—they excel at peddling crumbs.
Blood pressure rising.
"So, you're ditching your sister for work? Newlyweds, and you gotta go on this trip? Being diligent is great, but overdo it and you'll wreck yourself, you bastard."
Karin said that while gently slamming her hips down atop me. The slick, warm sensation built ejaculation pressure fast.
She's bummed about my trip.
But fieldwork's unavoidable.
"You're the one wrecking me more right now, sis. Heh, that bummed you're this sad to see me go?"
"I'd love to tag along. Should I sell the Swordsman Guild?"
"It's short—don't go that far. I'll hug you fierce when I return, so wait up."
"Haht... Haa, can't even collar you to keep you home."
"Eek!"
No creampie inside Karin—her body arched like a bow. She savored the climax, then buried her face in my chest. Stroking her nape, she seemed satisfied and rolled aside.
"Hmm, living together has its downsides like this."
Next, Lady Risha mounted, grabbing my slick-with-cum-and-Karin's-juices cock and sliding it expertly inside her.
"Bodies so close, yet thinking of parting already makes me lonely. Finish work quick and come straight back—no dawdling. That's all this lady can say."
She dangled those huge breasts over my face, moving only her hips to milk me. I just groped them and sucked nipples.
If I topped, she wouldn't last 10 seconds, but self-riding lets her endure a bit.
"Hnght...!"
"Of course I'll rush back. Wives waiting."
"Waiting's hard. Quit work, stay with this lady forever."
"Heh, sure. But gotta work."
Lazy days where wives take turns cowgirling atop me.
With wives like these, slacking off's no option.
Claudy and Winia, still basking from daytime fun, rested nearby. After that, I fetched Alraune's pot for flower fapping in ages.
"...This lady will assist."
"Wasting it on a flower feels wasteful."
Not even that anymore.
"Ah... Breasts so soft."
Sitting with pot in front, Risha and Karin knelt, rubbing my cock with tits and licking the tip. My wives are insanely lewd.
Inevitably, ejaculation hastened.
-Spurt, spurt!
Semen splashed Alraune's petals as usual. The flower bloomed vibrantly, gaining vitality. Watching, Lady Risha nodded.
"This lady aiding her husband's ejaculation with breasts before Alraune... Unbelievable. And feeling joy from it too..."
"Heh, thanks, Lady Risha. Love you."
Thus, pre-departure eve wrapped in wives' breasts, as always.
Early rise tomorrow—tone it down a bit.