Chapter 92
Chapter 92
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 92
Chapter Title: Blow, You Bastards
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To hasten the day when the descendants of light, the Celestial folk, descend upon this world—even if just one day sooner—some fairies offer prayers today, while others take action.
From that perspective, the group of fairies known as the radicals were considered 'too much' even by their fellow fairies of the same race.
Fairies are supposed to be serene by nature, yet they act so fiercely, just like humans.
"Word has come from our comrades on the Hispania side."
"They've succeeded in luring the monsters near the border mountains, and they'll be launching the operation soon. It's about time we started moving too."
A male fairy bowed his head and spoke in response to the female fairy's words.
She gazed at him as if urging him to say more, and he continued with a voice brimming with confidence.
"I've heard that the King of Nudia is quite fond of women."
"So I disguised my younger sister as a slave and placed her by that human's side."
"It's been quite some time now, so he's probably lost in her embrace, unable to think straight."
"A few whispers in his ear about attacking Hispania, and it'll be done."
"Hmm."
"But won't your sister end up giving her body to a human?"
"She'll have to take that filthy seed deep inside her."
"My sister chose this path with resolve."
"For us, isn't the great cause more important than life itself, or even honor?"
The woman nodded, agreeing with the man's words.
"Your sister will seduce Nudia's king and incite him to start the war anew. Once Nudia's army mobilizes, we'll split into two groups: one to covertly aid Nudia, and the other to assist our comrades who've suffered great losses luring and repelling the monsters."
"I wonder if Novasi is doing well."
"He's fine."
"Yeah, he must be."
At that, the man subtly gauged her expression.
Originally, she was supposed to handle the task of luring and repelling the monsters.
But her fiancé, Novasi, had insisted on taking her place, asking her instead to handle the incitement on the Nudia side.
"Hmm, then I'll go explain the situation to the other comrades and have them stand by."
"Yes."
"I'll head down soon too, so please spread the word in advance."
The man bowed and turned to leave.
The woman watched him go, then slowly lifted her head to gaze at the sky.
'...Novasi, are you safe?'
'You could have just left it to me.'
'Why did you step up yourself?'
In the end, the most grueling part—the monster luring—had succeeded.
Now, all that remained was to maneuver Nudia into marching on the Klauzen Margrave Territory.
'This is the starting point of the great cause, forged by our comrades' sacrifices.'
'It must succeed, no matter what.'
The woman clenched her fist tightly and stared toward the Nudian royal castle.
Though Hispania and Nudia had signed a ceasefire and entered a tentative peace, humans were a race that made promises lightly and discarded them just as easily.
A mere breath of suggestion from the sidelines, and they'd shatter it, proclaiming, 'Yes! This is an unfair pact!'—lowly, base creatures ready to stab you in the back at any moment.
'I hope she manages to steer Nudia's king properly.'
Recalling the fairy woman who had entered the castle on a mission to offer her body to a human, she let out a small sigh.
For the great cause, yes—but willingly giving herself to the likes of a human was utterly unthinkable for any fairy.
The thought that she had volunteered for it and acted filled her with admiration.
At the same time, she felt the man from moments ago, who had such a sister, was a reliable comrade.
—
*Squelch, squelch—*
Lewd sounds of plunging into drenched flesh filled the room.
The sun wasn't even setting; it hung high in the midday sky, yet the chamber brimmed with the heat of ecstasy.
"Unh!"
"Ah!"
"Hah!"
"Mmm!"
"...As expected of a fairy. So different from ordinary women."
"Such sticky, warm tightness gripping me. Truly a divine vessel."
When he should have been attending to state affairs, Nudia's king lay abed, locked in fervent embrace with a woman.
Each time his fingers writhed like a serpent, her thighs quivered, and shameful moans soaked in pleasure spilled from her crimson lips.
"Your Majesty."
The chamberlain called from beyond the door once more.
The ministers and nobles had been assembled for over an hour, waiting for the king.
This was the time when a council meeting should already be underway.
Yet the king remained entranced by the woman's soft skin, oblivious.
"Tch."
He had planned to bury himself fully in this tempting fairy woman's depths.
But that would delay him far too long, he knew.
So he settled for driving her to climax with his fingers, quickening their pace.
*Squelch, squelch, squelch!*
*Splish, splish!—
"Aaah!"
"Ahhn!"
"Aaahh!"
Her hands gripped the sheets fiercely, her stiff nipples signaling the peak.
The fairy woman held out as long as she could, but ultimately knelt before the man's relentless touch.
"Unh!"
"Ahk!"
"Aaahhh!"
Her body arched like a bowstring, floating up—then collapsed back onto the bed with a thud.
She panted raggedly, gasping for air.
Tasting his fingers, slick with her juices, the king spoke at the sight of her sensual form.
"You're truly an extraordinary woman."
"The first one I never tire of, no matter how much I devour."
"Hahk..."
"Huuuh..."
"I'd love to thrust deep right now, but alas, no time."
With that, the king slowly rose from the bed.
He threw on his discarded clothes and was about to step out when a hand suddenly grasped his.
He turned to look.
"You haven't forgotten my request, have you?"
"Hm?"
"Hispania. The Klauzen Margrave Territory."
"Those who made you drink the bitter poison of defeat. Punishing them."
"You haven't forgotten, right?"
"Th-that, uh..."
This was the moment the fairies' inherent 'Enthrallment' revealed its true power.
Not strong enough to dominate a mind like a slave's, but more than capable of planting suggestions to guide the target as desired.
Most fairies scorned it as base and debauched—like succubi seducing with lust—and rarely used it.
But when they did, it yielded impressive results.
"...Right."
"That's why I've summoned the nobles this time."
"To launch a surprise attack while those arrogant Hispanians grow complacent."
"Yes, exactly."
"You're a great king; no one can object."
"Just command them to attack Hispania."
"Right?"
The king nodded with a natural smile, as if it were obvious.
Satisfied with his affirmation, the woman released his hand gently.
He stood blankly for a moment, then answered the chamberlain's urging outside with 'Coming' and exited.
...
The woman watched him go, then collapsed back onto the bed.
Tears streamed from the fairy's eyes.
...Hic.
Sniff.
Her brother had claimed she volunteered for this.
But in truth, his coercion had been the main reason.
Pressuring her relentlessly: 'Can't you sacrifice even this much for the great cause?'
And the comrades behind him, watching with attitudes of 'Anyone but me can do it.'
Unable to withstand the pressure, she had taken the role of baiting herself to a human.
It had led to igniting this war, bringing the great cause a step closer.
But in exchange, she would live out her days stained by a human's touch, wracked with self-loathing.
'We've gone this far... Please, let the great cause be fulfilled.'
'Celestials above.'
Yet the council meeting was not unfolding as she hoped.
"State it again."
"I've said war is impossible, Your Majesty."
Nudia's king scowled at the words.
When a nation's absolute ruler showed clear displeasure, the surrounding ministers and nobles glanced at him nervously, gauging the mood.
But the man who had spoken stood firm, unperturbed, voicing his opinion steadfastly.
"In the last war, we didn't inflict major damage on Klauzen. Instead, Nudia suffered tremendous losses."
"Viscount Basura needs at least a year to rebuild his forces, and mobilizing the central army again will cost a fortune."
"Moreover, launching a sneak attack mere months after signing the ceasefire would be a national disgrace."
"As you know, Klauzen demanded an absurd sum in reparations from Nudia."
"Viscount Basura accepted, but it was several times the usual amount."
"That's grounds to scrap the negotiations and resume war."
The king's argument wasn't entirely unreasonable.
Four million diré was several times what Nudia typically paid in reparations.
It felt like Hispania was brazenly asking, 'You still want to negotiate like this?'
Practically demanding to overturn the deal and continue the war.
Yet Viscount Basura had accepted.
And the territory reeled from the shock of paying it.
Watching from Nudia, it was natural for resentment to brew, knowingly or not.
"Your Majesty."
"I earnestly beg you to reconsider."
"We must not clash with Hispania or the Klauzen Margrave Territory again."
"Now is the time to build our strength and refine ourselves."
"Hah, this is..."
The king eyed him with evident exasperation.
As a nation's ruler, he could ignore opposition and push forward.
Yet he refrained from barking, 'Shut up and do as I say!'
Because the one persistently opposing him was practically a pillar upholding Nudia.
"Listen."
"Is war truly impossible?"
"I've never seen you oppose something so vehemently."
"Why are you so determined to block an attack on the Klauzen Margrave Territory?"
"Etelmo ki Restion."
"Prime Minister of this realm."
Etelmo ki Restion.
Nudia's prime minister, one of the pillars supporting the nation.
With such a man staunchly anti-war, even the king couldn't force it through.
'Father.'
'I worry deeply for Nudia's future.'
'Lichten Klauzen was no easy foe, but an even stronger, superior enemy has emerged.'
The prime minister recalled his daughter's letter as he regarded the king and spoke.
"There are many reasons, but I'll state one clearly."
"If we start another war and strike the Klauzen territory, even our central army might be annihilated this time."
—
Nudia's delegation, departing Hispania's royal castle, chose the sea route over land for their return.
Thus, they were heading to a port city in southern Hispania.
"Lady Ive."
Adolf called to the woman lounging on the carriage roof, admiring the scenery.
She sat up slightly and replied.
"Yes, Adolf?"
"Anything to say?"
"If it's not rude, I'd like to ask about the letter sent from home last time."
"It wasn't pleasant news."
"Pleasant?"
"His Majesty is talking about war with Hispania again."
Adolf unwittingly grimaced.
How long had it been since the ceasefire? And already talk of war?
Not only that—they hadn't even left Hispania's territory yet.
While envoys were tacitly off-limits, this felt like using the delegation as bait to lull Hispania, preparing some scheme behind the scenes.
"But don't worry."
"My father—the prime minister—opposes war. Even His Majesty can't force it through."
"...Then that's a blessing amid misfortune."
Nudia's prime minister, Etelmo ki Restion, was a man deeply trusted by the king and one of the pillars upholding Nudia.
If he fiercely opposed war, not even the king could act unilaterally.
'But wasn't the prime minister in favor of war with Hispania until recently?'
'Why the sudden vehement opposition?'
Adolf gazed up at Ive quietly.
One reason for the prime minister's change of heart was likely this sharp-minded woman.
'Sion Klauzen.'
Ive recalled the man she met at the castle.
The war hero who crushed Nudia's fierce offensive like snapping a child's arm.
The terrifying master who overwhelmed her, a chess grandmaster, with unheard-of skill.
'Father.'
'Beware Klauzen's young heir.'
'He's a monster.'
'More frightening than a rampaging beast—one who lies dormant like a meek lamb, then turns feral the instant touched.'
From the moment she first saw him and played chess, Ive understood Sion Klauzen.
'I may have told you before.'
'Great and intelligent men sometimes fall into their own traps.'
'But Sion Klauzen is different.'
'He has an utterly ordinary yet brilliant mind.'
'That's what frightens me most about such men.'
If Sion Klauzen were a man burning with loyalty to his nation, he would have crushed her from the start to uphold Hispania's pride.
But he played casually, as if uninterested—only properly engaging after she challenged that sloppiness.
'To that man, Hispania, noble honor, power—none matter.'
'He's just an ordinary soul who wants to protect what he has.'
'Yet the moment someone touches what he must guard, he becomes a ferocious predator.'
'That's why I fear those with ordinary, brilliant minds.'
'You never know when, how, or in what way they'll turn monstrous.'
The worries of Ive ki Restion, Etelmo's only daughter and Nudia's prime minister, were well-founded.
In truth, that utterly ordinary yet brilliant 'monster' was subjecting someone to brutal torture in Klauzen.
"Gack, cough!"
"Gurgle!"
"Chug it down."
"It's a local specialty."
Novasi writhed in agony from a pain he'd never known.
The carbonation pouring into his nostrils was a novel torment even a noble, haughty fairy couldn't endure.
Not just in his nose—the liquid trickling back into his windpipe made it maddening.
"Blow."
"Then I'll let you off easy."
Her tone was so chilling that even Lilit, standing behind, flinched and stepped back.