Chapter 35
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 35
Chapter Title: Dragonkin Knight, Red Dragon Frederike (4)
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"Boring."
Frederike slung the massive greatsword—far larger than herself—over her shoulder as she spoke.
They had some weird tricks, but that was it.
The two women weren't even worthy opponents.
Just a post-meal workout. A bit intense, maybe.
That was all.
"They looked strong, but they're weaker than I thought. Not enough to stir my warrior's soul."
"Urgh..."
Frederike looked down at Rebecca, whose right arm was completely shattered.
The courage to charge at her was admirable, but she lacked the overwhelming power.
Rebecca's swordsmanship—aiming for blind spots while Frederike swung her greatsword—was quite skilled.
But with half dragon blood in her veins, Frederike's strength snapped both sword and arm.
"Tch. If you'd just given up and spilled your hideout's location, this wouldn't have happened."
"You bastard..."
Frederike channeled mana into her sword.
She was curious about what lay beneath Rebecca's mask. The face of someone wielding such evil demonic energy intrigued her.
Her sword sliced through Rebecca's mask.
Perfectly—just the mask.
The iron mask split open, revealing Rebecca's bare face.
"Huh? Aren't you that saintess who worked under the bishop? Why would a follower of the gods use demonic energy...?"
"I'm just following the true god."
"Hmm, interesting. I thought you were a stuck-up prude."
Frederike approached Rebecca.
Thud. Thud.
The closer she got, the more overwhelming her presence grew exponentially. Rebecca instinctively backed away.
"Still, I can't let someone I once knew stray down the wrong path."
Her slitted, vertical pupils—unique to dragonkin—locked onto Rebecca.
"Purification."
A voice that seemed pulled from the depths of her lungs made Rebecca's head spin.
The world flipped, spinning another half-turn.
Up became down, down became up...
"That's far enough!"
At that moment, black-glowing demonic energy enveloped Rebecca.
The force muddling her mind snapped away.
Regaining her senses, Rebecca backed away warily.
"Ho, you're still kicking?"
It was Amy.
Bleeding from her abdomen and sprawled on the ground, she'd severed Frederike's spell.
"Half-dragon or not, dispelling a dragon tongue? You're no ordinary talent."
Frederike shifted her intrigued gaze.
"I thought you were just some common demon... but you're not even that. What the hell are you all? Who sent..."
But Frederike's words cut off.
Boom!
Something cannonball-like slammed into her gut.
"Guh!"
The impact dazed even her innately tough skull.
"What the—?"
Frederike ground her teeth, glaring at the bizarre object that struck her abdomen.
"A rabbit?"
What is this...?
"Kyuu?"
The rabbit twitched its nose, tilting its head at her.
Don't be fooled by the innocent look.
It was definitely this thing.
This had smashed into her body with such force.
The power hidden in that fluffy fur was no ordinary beast's.
"I don't know what you are, but..."
Fighting spirit flared in Frederike's eyes for the first time in ages.
Finally, a worthy opponent.
"You'd better be ready to die. Dragonkin warriors always fight in earnest."
Hot mana from the red dragon surged through her body.
Grrr.
Even against the monster's growl.
Kyuu?
The rabbit showed no tension.
But.
A domineering aura rose from its body.
"Now that's more like it!"
The two clashed.
Boom!!
Dibel Forest shook.
"Sounds like trouble brewing."
A massive tremor hit.
Two different powers colliding.
One was familiar.
The max-level rabbit I'd recently tamed(?).
Its opponent matched it blow for blow.
"Should we join in?"
"Let's check it out first. See what the fight's about."
This was the foe that had us—Yulia and me—struggling.
I knew the rabbit wouldn't win easily.
Yet it was evenly matched.
At least see its face.
I walked slowly toward the source.
Vibrations grew stronger; the ground quaked.
Leaves rustled and fell.
Fresh green leaves scattered everywhere.
Near the epicenter.
Crack.
Trees snapped like twigs; earth split with deep gashes.
"Impressive."
Admiring the fissures, I spotted two ferociously battling creatures.
"Frederike?"
I recognized her face instantly.
Frederike.
Boss-tier warrior from the early-to-mid game.
Half-human, half-dragonkin. Top powerhouse among dragonkin adventurers.
Even among A-ranks, she crushed others effortlessly—rumored queen of A-rank adventurers.
Overwhelming strength; traps shattered like toys. Ultimate warrior.
'She shouldn't show up until later. Why so soon?'
I noticed Rebecca in the corner, arm tightly bound, and Amy bleeding from her gut wound.
'They got caught.'
Ironic.
Sent them to cut off tails, and now a bigger threat appears.
"Doesn't matter."
Perfect timing. Got the max-level rabbit, and I'd powered up decently too.
I approached the visibly exhausted Frederike.
She hadn't noticed me amid the rabbit fight.
Her body was covered in wounds.
Scrapes everywhere; swollen red forearms and face.
Her rugged beauty marred by gashes.
'Definitely a warrior.'
All dragonkin like this?
Silly thought aside, I drew closer.
The rabbit was battered too.
Letting the fight drag would just hurt it more.
"That's enough."
"Who the hell are you...?"
Exhaustion blurred her focus as she turned.
"Damn..."
Her quiet curse.
But no retreat.
Left foot edged forward.
Attack stance.
'Even now, targeting me?'
Impressive tenacity.
If properly subjugated, she'd be useful in many ways.
"You look beat."
"Bullshit. You look weaker than that rabbit..."
She didn't finish.
Her staggered left step launched her forward.
A head-aimed downward slash.
Slower than usual—obviously weakened.
Her full effort, but.
This wouldn't pierce me.
I drew Arubis.
The demonic sword spewed energy, smacking her greatsword's flat.
Her trajectory veered.
Bang!
It hit the ground harmlessly.
"Eek!"
Before her next move.
Crack!
Sword hilt to her temple—faster.
"Aaaah..."
Too heavy for her weakened state.
Thud!
Muscular Frederike crumpled.
"..."
Silence fell.
[Subjugated special adventurer Frederike.]
[Reputation points awarded.]
I just landed the finishing blow, but the killer gets the gold—fair game.
"Good work."
Yulia bowed beside me.
"What'd I even do?"
I approached Amy and Rebecca, slumped wounded on the ground.
"D-Demon King..."
"Rest. Deep wounds."
"S-Sorry."
"We'll talk after treatment."
Rebecca bowed her head.
'What did Frederike do?'
Not like her usual self.
Her devout expression remained, but fear of me showed on her face.
'Check later.'
If Frederike did something, watch out for dragonkin.
"You okay?"
"Y-Yes."
Despite her words, Amy's face was pale.
Lost a lot of blood; eyes drooping.
Couldn't leave her like this.
"Head back first. Tell the goblins to prep healing beds."
"Got it."
"I'll carry Frederike."
"Yes, Demon King."
We withdrew.
"Ugh..."
Frederike awoke to strange distant sounds.
Returning consciousness let her scan surroundings.
Darkness, thick demonic scent, women's moans.
"Haah, haaah... Demon King..."
Familiar woman's voice calling the Demon King.
She was atop a man on the bed, hips grinding.
Black hair shaking as her body writhed.
The priestess who'd gone down in one hit.
The one using viscous, ominous demonic energy.
"Demon King, I'm cumming! Hnggh!!"
She'd had a hole in her gut—should've died on the spot.
Yet why?
'She's perfectly fine?'
Her foggy mind wouldn't process.
More importantly.
'Why am I chained...?'
30cm-thick iron manacles bound arms and legs.
Chains insanely heavy too.
Clank.
They rattled noisily with any movement.
'I was fighting that rabbit.'
Some stranger appeared last; she attacked.
That was her final memory.
'I lost?'
Injured and tired or not, one hit?
Unbelievable she'd go down that fast.
While Frederike reeled in confusion.
"Demon King, I'm going!!!"
Amy squirted atop the Demon King.
Her body arched bow-like, dick still inside, hips bucking.
Staring at the ceiling, she unleashed inhumanly grotesque yet alluring cries.
Any normal man would've surrendered his soul to that voice alone.
"What the..."
Frederike watched.
As Amy climaxed, massive energy condensed between the pair and split.
"You're awake."
The man laid the spent Amy aside and rose.
Nearly 2 meters tall, bluish skin, horns on his head.
"Demon King..."
"Wondering what a dragonkin's pussy tastes like."
He grinned wickedly.