The Birth of a Beauty and the March to War

After the birth of Percival, I became even more proactive in bringing Lily to my bedroom, sowing my seed once ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠a day. Since additional sowing was impossible while a gestation was in progress, I would sow my seed the moment she finished spawning, creating Arthur’s brothers. Bedivere, Orc. ★★★. Male. Agravain, Orc. ★★★. Male. Gareth, Orc. ★★★. Male. Tristan, Orc. ★★★. Male. It was as if they had made a pact; every orc born after Percival was a 3-star, and as that happened, Arthur increasingly became nothing more than an eldest son with a high level. Meari seemed lost in some delusion, squealing at the ever-increasing number of executives in our knight order. Under the guidance of Ryun and Eila, they all hunted slimes and quickly reached level 15. Those born earlier followed the hunting routine of the Slime-Andras, and if they lacked experience, they accumulated it using magic stones brought from Gremory’s dungeon.

And today. It had already been 23 days since I escaped Forneus’s dungeon. I planned to stop sowing my seed into Lily for the time being, ending it with the harvest of the final fruit I had planted. War. That’s right. I had finally secured a route to march on the castle of the Virgo Barony.

"If we march for a full half-day, we’ll arrive at the clearing near the castle." I spread out the map I had found among the spoils of the Blue Lion Guild, which had raided Las Village. It had been soaked in blood, so I had thought about throwing it away at first, but once I wiped the blood clean, it became a useful, albeit old, map.

"Why would an adventurer be carrying a map?"

"They were clearly acting as the guild’s pathfinders. In a large-scale operation, errors in information can cause major problems."

"Either way, it’s a stroke of luck for us. We can use this map to launch a counterattack."

The path wasn't particularly rugged. I just had to keep running from the slash-and-burn village I had first plundered, and the entire route was nothing but forest. If we just moved quietly through the woods, we wouldn't be spotted. The enemy forces the hunter had mentioned, excluding the knights, were not a force that posed much of a problem. The former slash-and-burn farmers of Las Village were people who had once lived by the sword, and judging the enemy’s strength against them, it was a battle we could definitely win.

"If things go well, we’ll reach 'Spica Castle,' where the Baron of Virgo resides. But our primary goal is the small town of 'Zabiyaba,' which lies on the way to Spica Castle."

"I know that place. It’s an ordinary village that mainly does spinning and weaving. The garrison there probably doesn't even have 50 men."

"Right. The problem is that it will take quite a while to get from here to Zabiyaba."

About 8 hours. If we left the forest at our marching speed and arrived at Zabiyaba, a messenger would surely fly to the castle. That an orc unit had raided the village.

"We’ll definitely be spotted if we just march there, right?"

"Yes. But the strategy of digging a tunnel with the Slime Dragons from here is impossible. It’s too far. Even with three Slime Dragons, they’d get exhausted quickly."

"Is that so? Hmm."

Since this was a war that felt like our official debut, I didn't want to fight in a sloppy manner. I couldn't have the first page of the war history of the future Demon King Pahuu’s army in the history books read, 'Pahuu led his orcs, went "ooh-ah, ooh-ah," and fought a miserable battle.' I had to achieve a perfect victory, an overwhelming one. So, even though our dungeon’s current number of orcs was less than 100, I intended to take them all out with me.

"Meari. How are the captured adventurers doing?"

"The hunters have been taking good care of them, so they’ve adapted quickly. It seems they’ve been defeated by the pleasure they felt when they laid their first egg. Except for about 3 or 4 of them, they’ve all decided to become residents of Las Village, and the others are planning to leave once they fulfill their quota. Though they are working the hardest."

"Really? Then let them go once they fulfill their quota."

"What are you thinking?" Gremory snapped at me.

"You aren't trying to show some pathetic sympathy, are you? Did I misjudge you?"

"Sympathy? This is all for the future of our dungeon." To avoid becoming someone who ruined things out of misplaced sympathy, I briefly explained why I was releasing the adventurers from the dungeon.

"There are several cases. One, they return later with a desire for revenge. Then they’ll bring other victims with them, right? Then we catch them and... Las. Second, they can’t forget the experience they had here and return like salmon. Then, a welcoming Las. And third, they don’t want to return at all, but they spread the word about this place to the outside world. Then, for those who come knowing of our dungeon’s existence, Las."

"So you’re releasing bait to catch more enemies?"

"That’s about it. You’re smart, Ryun."

"Hehehe."

Like it or not, our dungeon was now going to be widely known. With a multi-dungeon to flee to without looking back if things went south, I intended to properly make Las Village and my dungeon known.

"But Master. If you do that, won't it be revealed that this is Solomon’s dungeon? It’s like it fell out of the clear blue sky."

"It’s fine. I’ll just borrow some of the name’s value."

With a multi-dungeon, there is nothing to fear in this world. Furthermore, with Eila’s protection, it wouldn't make much of a difference even if I pretended to be a branch of Solomon’s dungeon. After all, our dungeon has Andras.

"So Andras, you’ll have to play the role of the master."

"Me? You mean I should catch and crush any adventurers who come when you’re away?"

"As expected, unlike some bird-brain, you understand immediately when I hint at something."

It was a good thing I killed Andras and synthesized a new one. Andras would guard the dungeon, commanding the monsters while I was away.

"Lime, Harsus, assist her well. Andras, if anything happens, move according to Lime’s opinion. Since a clone of Gremory will always be stationed in our dungeon, if it seems dangerous, Gremory will come herself to defeat the enemy."

There were many suspicious parts about Gremory’s troop management, but the power of the elementalist herself was quite formidable. She was worth two levels higher than me, and she would play her part well, supported by soldiers far stronger than the goblins and camel monsters—the Zokamel herd—that she used to handle recklessly.

"Oh, it’s time."

"Haaah!"

Lily, who had climbed onto the summoning circle, began to scream. If we count the actual pregnancy from the egg-laying, this was now the 7th time. As always, I sat beneath Lily as a midwife.

"Lily, I’m sorry."

"Hnnng, it’s okay! H-hic!" Lily accepted my apology readily.

It was a part that even Gremory hadn't known, and I had only had passing thoughts about it; I never imagined such a thing would actually happen.

"Haaang, hruaang!" Lily let out a louder cry than ever before, feeling the climax with her entire body. As if it were the final ecstasy of her life, she rubbed her legs against my body, lost in the peak of pleasure.

After Arthur and Percival, Lily, who had given birth to a whopping six orcs, had become a body that could no longer bear eggs after this one. Perhaps a normal pregnancy was possible, but at the very least, rapid spawning supported by the system was no longer possible.

"Haaaaaang!!"

In other words, Lily would no longer reach a climax due to spawning for a year. Lily was burning through the final climax she wouldn't be able to give to anyone but a special partner for the next year.

"Ah, haa, hruuuk!"

The egg slowly revealed itself. The color was a slightly lighter green than Percival’s, but Lily felt deeply regretful about the egg slipping away.

"Ah, hruuuk, heeeong."

Lily cried sorrowfully as if she had lost the world. It seemed she was tearing up at the thought that the sensation ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠of floating on the clouds was now over. After receiving the egg from Lily, I kissed her lower abdomen.

"You’ve worked hard. You can rest now."

"Master, h-hic." Lily opened her mouth, smiling loosely with a completely relaxed face.

"I, h-hic, for one year, full..."

Thud. Lily fainted again. I chewed over Lily’s last words, and as always, Ryun and Eila climbed onto the summoning circle to take care of her.

"What does she mean by 'full for one year'?"

"......."

Ryun tilted her head with an innocent ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠face, and Eila glared at me with sharp eyes. Ryun, who had learned sex education through Las, did not know how humans actually gave birth to offspring.

"Uh... um... it just means to feed her well and let her sleep."

"I don't think so. Ah, doesn't it mean to fill her belly full of Master’s seed? Lily seemed to like that kind of thing."

"That’s not wrong. Even if you fill her with seed just once, her belly will soon swell. Master, are you really planning to do it?"

"...Are you jealous?" I asked cautiously.

In the subtle relationships of our dungeon, the birth of a true successor not supported by the system was a problem that could make the situation subtle in many ways.

"No, it’s not jealousy. I just... if you’re going to do it, then me too..."

"It is jealousy. But you can’t, Eila. You have to reincarnate."

If she reincarnated, wouldn't she be able to lay eggs? With the hope that that would be the case, I lifted the egg Lily had laid.

"Judging by the color, it’s an orc. Then let’s prepare to march as soon as we summon this one. Gremory!"

"Why?"

Gremory’s clone, dispatched to our dungeon, appeared immediately. Currently, her main body was putting the group of orcs that filled her hollow through drill training.

"Let’s get ready. You take care of hatching the eggs that haven't been born yet."

"Hehehe, sure. Got it."

Arthur and his brothers, whom I had sired through Lily, sowed their seed into the adventurers, and Gremory hatched the fruit that came from them. When I did that, the dungeon’s garden counted as Gremory’s dungeon. It was an act no different from a trick, but fortunately, there were no problems with the system. I wondered if it was a loophole, but perhaps, like in Andras’s case, it seemed that egg theft—so-called 'Egg-toralie'—was also possible by stealing eggs and bringing them to one’s own dungeon to hatch.

'I must try that if I get the chance next time.'

I couldn't do it myself in Andras’s case. Since there was one 5-star egg that came as a reward, I didn't bother to take the rest. I had no interest in where those eggs were or what they were doing. They might have died, or someone else might have taken them.

"Then, prepare, hatch!"

It is human nature to have expectations since it was the last egg Lily laid, but I didn't intend to empty my greed. Of course, since it was the last one, shouldn't a being of Percival’s caliber pop out?

"Please!"

"Hup."

My breath hitched. Ryun and Eila, who had moved Lily, also had their mouths wide open. Even Gremory was so shocked that she momentarily dropped her glasses.

"Wha...t...."

It was surprising that it was a 3-star, and surprising that the name was Lancelot, but above all else—

"Nice to meet you, Father."

Lancelot’s appearance was a shocking orc.

At that time. Arthur and his five brothers, gathered in the depths of Gremory’s dungeon, prayed for their youngest sibling who was about to be born. Although they all looked different, the six orcs had sturdy physiques that would hold up even if they entered a bodybuilding competition. So much so that the heavily pregnant adventurers were secretly watching them, hoping to return to them.

"Brothers. We are working hard, having received the order for racial prosperity from Father." Arthur opened the conversation. Although his grade was low, he was the eldest, and his brothers held respect for Arthur’s prowess, as he had sired nearly thirty children in the last six days.

"But let us not forget. We were all born into this world because of Father’s grace. I will say it again, and I say it clearly. What did I say?"

"Do not covet Father’s things." Bedivere answered as the representative. Although he had answered, he had a very sullen face.

"But didn't you covet Lady Gremory, Brother?"

"......Brother. That was only possible because Father permitted it. Ahem."

"That goes without saying, but...." The other brothers glanced with their eyes at the empty seat that still remained. There was one squad leader position left in the war they were about to depart for.

"I think we should tell the youngest one as well, Brother Arthur."

"We can talk when he arrives. Don't forget. Just because he’s the youngest, don't go pampering him or anything...."

"Were you talking about me?"

A beautiful, clear voice rang out. The gazes of the six brothers turned to where the voice came from at once.

"......It’s your youngest sibling, Lancelot, who was just born."

"Hehehe, nice to meet you." Lancelot licked her lips with her tongue and smiled brightly. "Brothers."

The world’s first. A peerless beauty orc had been born.