The Resurrection and the Interrogation
The battle was over. Once we secured Francis, the enemy soldiers retreated, and we claimed victory. However, we suffered about a hundred casualties in the process. Arthur and his brothers were unharmed, but many of the orcs born from them were killed or wounded. It wasn't just the orcs; many of the Andras and Harpy Angels had fallen as well.
"Help me out, Gremory!!"
"What kind of bullshit is that?"
"You're the one who does the resurrecting, aren't you?"
I left the cleanup to Ryun and Eila and headed to Gremory's dungeon for a while. None of the monsters belonging to my personal dungeon had died, but since most of the troops were under Gremory's command, their resurrection was her responsibility.
"*Sigh.* If I do this, I'll burn through my entire stockpile of magic stones. Are you really going to take responsibility for this?"
"Of course. I have a way to get more magic stones, so don't worry."
"That pittance you get from the sub-dungeon?"
"No. I'll tell you about it later."
I pointed to the mountains of magic stones piled up by the summoning circle. Gremory mobilized her subordinates to move all the stones in the dungeon, and now it was time to use them to revive the fallen soldiers. I picked up a spherical gem that had been placed next to the stones.
"So this is what they call a 'Soul Stone'."
"It's an essential item if you want to perform an Affinity Summon."
Affinity Summon has been identified.
Gremory kept a list of all her subordinates' names. Since she was too lazy to assign them herself, she had left that role to Arthur and his brothers, whom I had dispatched, and Gremory simply used that list to keep track of her fallen troops. After the battle, we had collected all the bodies and transported them to the rear. I couldn't check them through my own system since I hadn't lost any of my own subordinates, but as Gremory moved the bodies into the summoning facility, the flesh vanished, leaving only the 'Soul Stone' behind.
"Listen closely. For an Affinity Summon, the Soul Stone is mandatory, and so are the magic stones. Keep in mind that the higher the rank of the subordinate, the more magic stones it takes."
"What about level penalties? Racial penalties? Does it take longer to revive high-level or high-rank ones?"
"...There's absolutely nothing like that. Do you think Lord Solomon wouldn't have thought that far ahead? The amount of magic stones required is a warning and a penalty to keep you from killing off your subordinates recklessly."
Gremory reached out toward the summoning facility.
"Watch closely. Resurrect, <1Q2W3E4R>!!"
"What kind of name is that?"
It was a name that brought back slight nightmares, but regardless, an orc appeared in response to Gremory's Affinity Summon. The orc touched his own neck, saw me and Gremory, and knelt down.
"Thank you for saving me, Legion Commander! And Matriarch!"
The orc, 1Q2W3E4R, looked moved to the point of tears. Gremory was puffing out her chest with a smug look, and I grabbed those breasts and pointed out, "Wait. Why is she 'Matriarch'?"
"......Ahem."
Gremory avoided my gaze. I pulled her by the waist to face her, making her look at me again. Her firm breasts pressed gently against my stomach.
"You can only call someone 'Mother' if they're at least on Luna's level. You're more of a grandm—"
Gremory was glaring at me with a look I'd never seen before. This was a rebellion in the making. I grabbed Gremory's hips and waist, rubbing them with my hands, and pressed my fully aroused lower body against her.
"Aren't you a woman I'd want to do it with? Calling you Matriarch already makes you sound old. Understand?"
"......I'll let it slide this once, you son of a bitch."
"Sorry."
It was my slip of the tongue, so I decided to let it go. It was a stroke of luck that I was forgiven for just being called a son of a bitch. Feeling sorry for Gremory, I kneaded her breasts and waved at the orc.
"Get up. Any pain? Any penalties from the resurrection? Like, did you lose your memories, or does your sex drive decrease every time you're revived?"
"Not at all. You keep this up, and you're going to end up dragging Lord Solomon here for an interrogation."
"I'd love to pin him to a bed and ask him questions..."
"Ugh. ...Well, I guess that's not entirely wrong."
...? What was this? This subtle reaction. Gremory's expression as she looked at me became incredibly nuanced. It was as if she were saying, 'That's just like you.'
"Why?"
"Between capturing that priest named Francis and everything else, I just thought you were a pervert who only cared about appearances."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Have you ever seen Lord Solomon in person? Heh, I have. Oh, from his delicate appearance to his adorable, bite-sized charm. Heehee, he's really... cute. But you're a bit different. Didn't you say you weren't into men?"
"No, goddammit, what are you talking about?"
"You didn't know?"
Gremory looked at me as if I were ridiculous and scattered mana into the air. A delicate, beautiful boy, the kind you'd see in a 2D romance manga, was looking at me with a face filled with melancholy.
"That's Lord Solomon. He's a man."
"......Good god, Solomon."
That face... it looked exactly like Estu. Dammit.
At the very moment Pahuu beheld the countenance of Solomon, Baron Virgo felt his vision go dark from the overwhelming defeat. They had used a scheme involving aphrodisiac terrorism to keep the Baron, the commander, off the front lines, and they had inflicted psychological damage by showing obscene sexual acts in front of soldiers who were already sexually confused. The orcs, who were supposed to fight valiantly, had resorted to petty tricks to collapse the wooden planks, and the soldiers, their morale shattered, were helpless.
Three hundred casualties. The death of Knight Fize. And above all, the serious kidnapping of the priest, Francis.
"...Sir Gei, is it true that the enemy intended to capture Francis alive?"
"Yes. Based on the testimonies of adventurers and reports from nearby soldiers, it is certain they were trying to extract information from him."
"Information, huh. ...Sir, this is just my own delusion."
The Baron's expression turned grave. No matter how much he racked his brain, he couldn't fathom why an orc would kidnap a priest. A hypothesis had crossed his mind, but it was so absurd that he felt embarrassed to even put it into words.
"...Would you still like to hear it?"
"Of course."
Gei was filled with rage. Rescuing Francis was one thing, but he needed to find the basis for the monsters' nonsensical behavior to properly plan the strategy for the next battle.
"...About a month ago. The Aries territory raided the 30th-rank Forneus dungeon. And a few days before that, the first subjugation force led by Sir Scouter was wiped out. Eila Aries was there as well."
"Yes."
Officially, Eila Aries had led the subjugation force as the Knight Commander, but Gei pretended not to know. The Baron took a sip of cold water he had drawn from the river.
"*Hoo.* According to Sir Francis's words and the rumors I've heard, the background to the Forneus dungeon being conquered so easily was because of a massive orc rebellion."
"......Yes?"
"I'm only telling you the ones with high credibility among the rumors spread by adventurers. At the time, the orcs who overwhelmingly defeated the first subjugation force were supposedly not rewarded by Forneus, but were instead about to have their heads cut off as criminals. And so, the orcs rebelled. Just then, the second subjugation force led by the Border Earl himself raided the dungeon."
"That's..."
Gei was overcome by a feeling that he shouldn't be hearing this. But he felt as if he were already stuck in a deep quagmire, and his vision blurred.
"...An orc was fighting against the monsters of the dungeon. As if he were blocking the path of someone fleeing and buying time. ...Perhaps, could it be that the orc who escaped from that dungeon drifted all the way here?"
"Baron."
Gei let out a deep sigh.
"Why don't you just say the Demon King is fighting for world peace?"
"Right? I'm sorry. I must be out of my mind from the defeat."
The Baron waved his hand and laughed hollowly. He covered his face with both hands, his body shaking as if he were crying.
"...Let's return to Spica Castle for now. I'll have the soldiers rest, and I'll have to request support from the Leo Marquisate and the Libra Viscountcy."
"Baron, that's..."
"Our territory's strength is no longer enough to overcome this army..."
The Baron's voice was filled with depression and despair.
"This perverted kind of defeat, haaaak?!"
Suddenly, the Baron let out a high-pitched cry and trembled. Then, an old knight rushed into the Baron's tent.
"It's a disaster! Do not drink the river water! Slime Dragons have dissolved their mucus into the river upstream... oh, my."
"Hyaaaang!!"
The Baron lunged at Gei again. Gei threw the Baron onto the bed, and the Baron lost consciousness right there.
"The Baron has ordered a retreat to Spica Castle."
"........"
"Seriously."
A short while later, the second subjugation force, which had set out with such bravado to recapture Zabyaba, had to return powerlessly after suffering an overwhelming defeat, let alone retaking the city.
Lick, slurp.
Francis opened his eyes to the sound of something obscene. The ceiling visible through his blurry vision was a cave that looked like it might collapse at any moment, and his arms wouldn't move, as if bound by iron chains.
'Ah, I've been caught.'
He realized he had been captured by that monstrous orc. The orc must have taken him prisoner to extract information, but Francis steeled his heart, praying to the Goddess in his mind.
'I will not yield to any torture.'
Even in this damp, gloomy cave, the Goddess's eyes would be watching. Francis muttered to himself and struggled to open his eyes. With a hot sensation, his blurry vision slowly returned to normal.
"Hup?!"
"You're awake, human?"
In front of Francis's crotch, a green-skinned beauty was playing with his member with her fingers. She had a face that looked prettier than the escort knights his family had sent, and she was a beauty who wouldn't lose even when compared to the countless beauties he knew, but she was an orc. Francis struggled.
"Uaaack!!"
"If you play around like that... there."
Squeeze.
The orc made her fingers like pincers and gripped Francis's member tightly. The glans, placed between her index and middle fingers, was fully erect and moved like a toy between the orc's fingers.
"Dad said so. He told me to get information out of you."
"Huk, hnnng...! I, I am an apostle of the Goddess! I will never yield to such torture!"
Francis threatened the orc and closed his eyes. Since he had seen the opponent's face and body, it must be the devil whispering in his mind. Francis desperately suppressed the lust boiling up inside him. Thinking of the Goddess, thinking of the taboos.
"Heh. Who said anything about torture?"
Rustle, rustle.
The sound of clothes brushing against each other pierced his eardrums. Francis found himself salivating. Since they were people who dealt in aphrodisiac terrorism, they must have administered an aphrodisiac to him as well. Francis held his breath, pulling up the faint divine power remaining in his body.
"Hoo. Hup-?!"
Suddenly, Francis's lower body was yanked downward. Startled, Francis had no choice but to open his eyes. He wondered if they were trying to harm him.
"Heh, I thought there would be an opportunity like this someday."
The naked orc grabbed Francis's thighs and pushed them up. Suddenly, Francis was forced into the humiliating position of having his buttocks lifted toward the sky. The orc straddled Francis's legs, which were now in an 'L' shape, and reached down.
"N, no!!"
Francis screamed. The orc, who wasn't wearing a single stitch of clothing, wasn't even wearing underwear. The female orc's private parts, which he was seeing for the first time in his life, came as a huge shock to Francis, but his gaze was drawn to the clean, hairless form.
"Heh. You say no, but your body is honest, isn't it?"
The orc woman grabbed Francis's fully erect member with one hand.
"Th, this is because I was hit by an aphrodisiac! Let go, this is a taboo! Do not defile me like this!!"
"Don't worry. E... Mom told me that one touch of this is enough to make anyone go crazy, and that even if you don't want to confess, you'll end up confessing everything. It's a verified method, you know? Heh. So you just have to enjoy it, human. No, should I phrase that differently?"
Squish.
Lancelot, the orc woman, pressed Francis's member against the crack of her vulva, grabbed Francis's face, and kissed his forehead. It felt so much like something lovers would do that Francis's mind became confused.
"You, be my husband. I'll make sure to get permission from Dad."
"What?! Th, this, huuuuuk!!"
Lancelot didn't hesitate to push Francis's member inside her. With a 'rip' sound, something tore, and Francis's breath hitched.
"N, no—"
"Ugh.... That hurts more than getting stabbed.... Still, heehee. It's okay. My brothers get to do it all they want, and I was sad I was the only one who couldn't."
Lancelot licked her lips and met Francis's eyes. The movement was intended to fix her upper body while meeting his gaze.
"Mom told me. Dad made Mom go crazy with these words. Heh, since I'm the opposite..."
Thump!
Lancelot slammed her lower body down like a pestle. Francis was forced to penetrate Lancelot's inside by her own force.
"Give birth to an orc's child! Hyaaaaah!"
"Uaaaaack!!"
Thump, thump-thump-thump!
Only the shrill screams of the young man and the sound of the pestle-like motion filled the tent.