The First Task of the Legion

After learning the truth about Solomon, I threw myself into the aftermath of the battle to steady my wavering heart. The gate breached in the north would be difficult to repair, so I decided to leave it open and dig a moat around it, just like the main gate in the south. "Have the slime dragons returned?"

"Yes. They were busy dancing in the upper reaches of the river and just drifted back down."

"The ghouls are currently transporting our dungeon's drinking water. I've made sure to warn everyone not to drink from the river until it's purified."

While the legion's forces were engaging the humans, the slimes had tunneled underground and emerged behind the enemy lines. They had vomited so much slime into the river that their bodies had shrunk, and the water was now overflowing with a potent aphrodisiac. "Heh. They'll be heating up their soup, and their bodies will be heating up right along with it."

Although the plan to render their camp unusable had failed due to a lack of materials, we had successfully spiked the river with slime, making the water undrinkable. We could just supply our own water from the back of the dungeon, but I wondered how the humans would fare. "Master? It's an emergency."

Andras, who had been scouting from the sky, flew down in a hurry. "The enemy's movements are strange. They're... packing their bags. Everyone is hunched over, walking with a limp."

"A retreat. Master, this is our chance. We should launch an offensive immediately." Eila suggested a pursuit. Thanks to Solomon's system, we had quickly restored our forces, and we still had some fight left in us.

"No. Let them run for now."

"Why? Is it a trap?"

"No. We defended the city, and that's enough. We lack mobility, and more importantly, I don't have the heart to kill them. They're all suffering from a massive case of post-coital clarity; it'd be rude to kill them when they're in that state."

They were likely desperate to get home and satisfy the burning in their loins. If we chased them, they might just snap and turn around in a blind rage. "We should be satisfied with the three hundred human corpses we've already acquired. Now is the time for urban remodeling."

"Remodeling...?"

"Yes." I pointed to the wooden palisade that looked like it might collapse at any moment. Thanks to the human soldiers hacking away at it with their axes, the logs were deeply gouged and ready to crumble with the slightest pressure. "A wooden fence is nothing more than a temporary partition. If the enemy has a mage like Gremory, they could blow away not just the fence, but the entire city. That's right. This place is now our capital. Our capital."

Everything important would be handled in the dungeon, but we needed a meat shield to draw aggro. With a little more work, Las Vegas would become a perfect fortress. "Heh heh heh. You damn humans, go ahead and get fucked."

"But Legion Commander, the only materials we have are the trees from the forest near the dungeon."

"Don't worry. I have a plan. Since we've already started this, we might as well go all the way. To do that, first—"

"Legion Commander!" An orc soldier came running and knelt before me. He was a member of Lancelot's unit who had been decapitated by a knight but resurrected with a magic stone. "Please, rejoice!"

"Hahahaha!"

"W-wait, please listen to my report first..."

"What could there be to rejoice about! You're my daughter, alright. You found the information so quickly. Heh heh heh." Why else would Lancelot send her subordinate? Before heading to my dungeon, I issued my orders.

"Arthur, inspect the entire palisade and check if the enemy left any traps. Especially the eastern side—find out how they managed to breach it so easily. Agravain, handle the east; Gareth, fix the hole in the north. Don't just rebuild the fence. It's like a revolving door, reminding me of someone. Clear the area so we can do a proper renovation later. Tristan, keep watch from the watchtower at night. Rotate with Ryun's unit at set intervals. Harpyia's Harpy Angel unit will conduct regular aerial reconnaissance. If there's anything unusual, report to me immediately. I'll make sure Ryun knows where I am, so report to her. Percival, as soon as the slime dragons recover their energy, dig a pit that encircles all of Las Vegas beneath the palisade. Don't puncture it toward the river to fill it with water. The moat we already made in the south is fine, but I have something else in mind to fill it with later. Eila, keep the residents of Las Vegas calm. If you see anyone trying to run away, send an orc, a harpy, or Andras to punish them with 'Las'. Andras... you go with Harpyia for aerial recon. And among the adult Andras, pick out the ones with plenty of charcoal-like feathers and send them to the residents. If any of the Harpy Angels are molting, collect those feathers too. They'll all become your clothes."

The long list of instructions ended. With this, Las Vegas was fully prepared. I turned my body toward the portal. "I am now heading to the prisoner interrogation room in my dungeon."

Whoosh. My vision was washed in light, and I crossed the portal back to Las Village. The village, now abandoned by the villagers like Lily and the hunters, was desolate and eerie.

"Did everything go well?"

"Yes. You've both worked hard." Meari, Lyme, and Line, who had been managing the dungeon in my stead, were waiting for me at the entrance. Although I had traveled back and forth through the dungeon several times for affinity summons, it was only after receiving their warm welcome that I finally felt my tension ease.

"I really do feel more at ease in the dungeon. No intruders, right? Come on, let's go in."

"Yes. There are no intruders, but..." Meari trailed off. My heart pounded, wondering if someone had come as a guest. Just as salmon return home during spawning season, the promised date was drawing near.

"Are you planning a surprise? Did Luna come?"

"No, it's not that... It's, well, Lancelot..."

"Ah. You don't need to worry about that. I came prepared. You're the same, but isn't Lancelot my daughter, too? We understand ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠each other without words." I picked up Meari and entered the dungeon. There was only one reason Meari had blocked me at the entrance.

"Meari, you're so kind. Looking out for your sister in case there's a problem. Ah, is this what they call a true tsundere?"

"I don't know what that is, but I don't think that's it." I patted the bottom of Meari, who was pouting her cheeks. She had been trying to keep Lancelot's secret, fearing that if I found out through the system, it would lead to a complicated situation.

"There's no need to worry at all. I've been mentally prepared for this since Lancelot was born." It was even more certain now. Lancelot was definitely my daughter. I walked toward the barracks that had been turned into a temporary prisoner-of-war camp. In time with my footsteps, the sound of a mortar and pestle could be heard from here.

"Haa, s-stop... it feels so good I might die...!"

"No! I'm doing two more sets, no, three more sets, haaaang... It comes out better when I cum, hnggg!"

"I'm back."

"Hick."

"Haa."

The human man and the orc woman, Francis(?) and Lancelot, looked at me and jumped in surprise. And I, too, was shocked by their position.

"Uh, well." Lancelot had laid Francis on the floor, hooked his legs over her shoulders, and was doing squats on top of him. Seeing that only the glans of Francis's small member was inside Lancelot's vulva, it looked as if she were going up and down by the length of his organ.

"......I'll come back later." Creak. I closed the door to the barracks. The sound of them hurriedly putting on their clothes inside was too embarrassing.

"Haa."

"...That's why I blocked you."

"No. No. It's fine to do it, but just..." I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh. 'My daughter is a sex maniac.' To think she'd be doing the exercise I've been neglecting lately while having sex. Suddenly, Lancelot felt terrifying.

* * *

A short while later. "I won't ask what your real name is, which family you're the heir to, what your profession is, how much wealth you've accumulated, if you have a house, if you can use magic, if you can satisfy our Lancelot, or if you'd be okay with Lancelot catching another man and taking him as a secondary husband."

Francis, now properly dressed, kept his head bowed with his shoulders hunched during our confrontation. With platinum blonde hair, blue eyes, and a young face, he was undeniably a beautiful boy, and one might even suspect he was a beautiful woman with masculine features if he just wore a wig.

"It's funny for me to say this after trying to kill you just a moment ago, but please understand. It seems Lancelot has truly taken a liking to you."

Francis was being held like a doll by Lancelot. Thanks to that, there was no need for separate restraints, and Lancelot was happily holding Francis's hand and fidgeting.

"Lancelot, do you like him that much?"

"Yes, Legion Commander."

"Since the battle is over, you can call me comfortably."

"If I call you 'Dad', I think he'll get jealous. Hehehe." This is why they say it's useless to raise a daughter. I let out a dry laugh, and Meari hit Lancelot on the head with her staff.

"Ouch, why are you hitting me?"

"That's for teasing Dad."

"Dad...? Oh my god." Francis looked back and forth between Meari and me in horror. I threatened Francis with a menacing face.

"What. Why. You got a problem?"

"N-no... Wait, if a human calls you 'Dad', then are you a Dungeon Lord...?"

"I'm a Dungeon Master. Not yet worthy of the title 'Lord'." I corrected Francis, who was also a shaman. It was necessary to have a comfortable atmosphere for a smooth conversation.

"Let's get straight to the point. Where is Tral?"

"I don't know anyone by that name..."

"The owner of this flail you were carrying." I held up the flail I had managed to recover. Lancelot hugged Francis tightly, thinking I was threatening him.

"I'm not touching your man. I just need one piece of information. Where is Tral right now?"

"Is he... an orc...?"

"Yeah." I furrowed my brow, trying to mimic Tral's expression. "Brother. That's how he talks."

"I don't know about that."

"He's an orc stronger than me."

"...I think I know who you're talking about. However..." Francis faltered. It seemed violence would be necessary to extract the answer, so I gripped the flail and stood up. "Stay still, Lancelot. That's an order."

"...Let's make a deal."

"A deal? Do you think you're in a position to make a deal?"

"...I will tell you the whereabouts of the orc you call Tral, so please, do not lay a hand on your daughter."

"?" Francis spread his arms with a resolute face. I almost laughed at his behavior, which looked like he was protecting Lancelot, but ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠I barely held it in.

"...Her actions were out of curiosity. Even if she had sexual intercourse with me, a human, it was purely out of curiosity, so I beg you not to punish her—"

"What kind of bullshit is that? That's not a taboo here. We actually encourage it. What kind of delusion are you having by yourself? I'm not that kind of orc. I'm not the type of guy who says, 'I won't allow it as long as I'm alive!!' just because of what you two are doing."

In fact, I encouraged it. Although I hadn't bothered to check, since it had already happened, I couldn't help but check the combination that was at the pinnacle of the seeding system.

Overwhelming. Even though Lancelot was a 3-star, the sheer number of stars made me feel like starlight was falling into my eyes. Since the seeding had already taken place, I didn't feel the need to kill Francis.

It was frustrating that his name and family name wouldn't appear, but since his level and specs were good, it would be the icing on the cake if his family and wealth were also good. I decided to ask about his background later and wanted to confirm what I was most curious about first. "Good. I accept the deal. I won't touch Lancelot. That's a promise between men."

"Thank you. ...I don't know if it's the orc you call Tral, but I know at least one orc stronger than you is being held as a prisoner."

Bingo. I cheered internally, but tried to hide my expression. It seemed too late, but if I showed too much joy, wouldn't Francis, being unmanly, give me only a little bit of information?

"Currently, he is detained in the Aries County. He was on the verge of winning a 1-on-1 duel against the Count, who is a wielder of a Holy Sword, but the axe he was using broke at the last moment. He was holding a flail in his hand, and if he had struck the Holy Sword with it, it would have been over, but... he surrendered."

"......? He lost? On the verge of winning? And what's this about surrendering??"

"I didn't hear it exactly, but he said this at the last moment." Francis told me with a resolute face.

"'If I break my brother's weapon, which I borrowed without permission, I will have no face to ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠see my brother in the afterlife. This is my defeat, human.'"

"Oh, you fucking idiot." I immediately threw the flail I was holding onto the floor. I didn't like it in the first place because it was made in Forneus's dungeon, but the fact that it had caused Tral's defeat made my blood boil.

"Ugh, goddammit, he's just big and stupidly strong, that fucking idiot. This Forneus-like... Ah, scratch that."

"Um, Dad?"

"What?"

"Why are you laughing while swearing...?"

"......Ah, is that so." I felt awkward and embarrassed. "Anyway, he's alive, isn't he? Aries County? Heh, surely—"

"It's a territory on the exact opposite side of ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠the royal capital from here."

"...Francis, it looks like you'll have to live as a prisoner for a while?" I kicked the flail and rolled it against the wall.

"People shouldn't know that I'm racking my brain to conquer the County, right? Yeah?" Since Tral was currently being held as a prisoner, what was a mere Baron? It had been about a month since I escaped Forneus's dungeon. The conquest of Aries County and the rescue of Tral. 'I should go visit my father-in-law.'

The first ground mission for our legion had been decided. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Ah... it's 'Guinevere Pisces'."

The captured prisoner was the fated partner for my daughter.