The Last One

"The last one." I ended the battle by kicking the last adventurer in the stomach, forcing him to his knees. Excluding the 100 adventurers who were already dead, I had clashed with about 400 of them and taken roughly 100 humans as prisoners. 30 men and 70 women. It wasn't intentional, but somehow, the number of women ended up being much higher. Even though there were more men to begin with, the fact that more women surrendered as prisoners suggested that the rumors about our antics on the castle walls had spread.

"Hey, don't try to sneak off to the side."

"Are you injured? If you have a wound, I'll disinfect it."

"You are prisoners. If you behave like prisoners, no harm will come to you, but if you resist or rebel, your heads will roll."

Tristan, Gareth, and Agravain took the lead, tying ropes around the prisoners' hands. The women kept a wary eye on the sturdy, muscular Orcs and became docile captives. Since those who resisted were all dead, those ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠who chose to become prisoners were accepting their fate.

"......."

And they all seemed to know, in their resignation, how to survive. As expected, the world is vast and full of perverts. And fortunately for us, they were weak beings.

"No Holy Sword user, no powerhouse like Luna. This is just easy pickings."

It was a remote region, but more than that, the level of the adventurers was nothing more than a ragtag bunch. Of course, our legion also suffered about 40 casualties fighting them at the end. I'm not joking; real casualties.

"......."

I approached Arthur, who was collecting the bodies of the Orcs that had been cut down by the adventurers' blades. Arthur was painting a crest on an Orc's face with blood, his expression somber. It was a unique funeral custom of the Orcs in this world, leaving a farewell message for the dead.

"...Arthur. Did the collection go well?"

"Yes. We have collected all 29 bodies."

Arthur answered my question with a calm face. I felt awkward looking my sons in the face for no reason. The dead Orcs were all children that my sons had sired and hatched with the female adventurers—the current fairies.

"What about the post-mortem processing?"

"I have made a list. Now, if we have magic stones, we can resurrect them through Affinity Summon. ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠...Most of them are 2-star, so we need low-grade magic stones, though."

That was the reason Arthur's expression wasn't completely depressed. He was lamenting the weakness of his fallen subordinates and his own failure to protect his comrades. Since the dead subordinates could be brought back to life, the mourning was kept very brief.

"Take the magic stones from our sub-dungeons and use them. For 29 people, you'll be able to mine enough in a few days."

Affinity Summon was the fundamental reason our legion didn't fear death. 'Because even if we die, we can be resurrected.' Of course, it would be all for nothing if Gremory or I didn't resurrect them, but there was no reason not to resurrect those who risked their lives for me and Gremory. Unless they were incredibly incompetent, caught my bad side, or betrayed me.

"I'll tell Shaitan in advance. You guys move the prisoners."

"What should we do with the humans' bodies?"

"The undead unit will handle the adventurers' bodies, so you don't have to push yourself."

I called Harsus through a portal and ordered the ghouls to carry the corpses themselves. The main task for the Orcs and Andras's kin, exhausted from the battle, was to rest, and the ghouls and Dullahan, who served as the rear guard, carried the human bodies in their stead.

Grrr.

Some had already been turned into ghouls by Rastuzard, who had come in person. The 35 ghouls each carried a corpse on their backs and left for the dungeon. I couldn't help but admire the efficient movement led by Harsus and Cimeries.

"They're quite thrifty."

The ghouls resurrected by Rastuzard didn't seem to notice the fate that would befall them at all. The fate of becoming food for other undead entities.

"Should I increase Vivian's stars?"

Since they were undead sacrifices, Vivian was the best candidate to ensure no experience points were lost. I checked Vivian's status.

Unfortunately, Vivian had no more stars left, so evolution was impossible. 'But what if Monster Synthesis comes into play?'

'A knight's corpse??' I had managed to catch one knight. In this remote territory, even a common knight was quite rare, and the knight I had caught previously was used for Harsus's evolution. 'He said his name was Gei.'

If I killed him right now, Vivian could restore her virginity through synthesis. But if I did that, Andras might be disappointed. Furthermore, even if he was a guy who deserved to die, he was someone I had to keep alive and send back. 'Why did the guy who was supposed to provide the building for the Avalon project have to participate in the battlefield?'

"Ugh..."

The plan to evolve Vivian to 4 stars and taste her virginity was put on hold for a moment. The knight Andras had kidnapped was the target that could be called the core of the Avalon project.

"Are you going to kill him?"

Ryun seemed to have noticed my predicament. I stroked Ryun's hair as I walked.

"It's difficult to kill him right now. And it's not like he's the only knight there, so let's catch another knight someday and feed him to her. Instead, ‍‍‌‌⁠​​⁠‌​​‍​​‍​‌​⁠‍‌‍⁠⁠‌⁠‌‍‌‍‌‌‌‍⁠​‌​‌​‌‍‌‌‌⁠‍​​‌‍⁠‌‌⁠⁠we have to win that guy over to our side."

If he had just stayed in the castle and provided the building, he wouldn't have been dragged here and forced to Las. I put Ryun on my shoulders and gave instructions to the Orcs and ghouls once again.

"Move the human prisoners to the ranch. Transport the human corpses to Rastuzard, 35 at a time. Send the dead Orcs to Gremory. Hand over the list and have them resurrected."

"Yes!"

"Oh... and the cavalry."

I opened my palm and tapped my other fist against it. They had worked really hard today and had survived while following me through the battlefield. Although the cavalry made up most of the 29 dead, I decided to provide a reward to those who survived.

"You guys can Las right here. Yes, teach the adventurers how we treat prisoners in our Las legion."

"Thank you!!"

The Orcs and Werewolves started picking women one by one and mounting them.

"No, I don't want to!! You're trying to rape me, aren't you! Just like in those lewd novels!!"

The prisoner women all had faces filled with humiliation and shame, but—

"Slime Dragon, deploy!"

"Hey, dip her in from head to toe."

"Kuh, don't let me... haaang!!"

After passing through the Slime Dragon's body once, they were all sticking their tongues out and wearing happy smiles. The prisoners, their entire bodies soaked in the aphrodisiac of the slime species that numbed pain and amplified pleasure, were already panting in front of the Orcs and Werewolves.

'As expected, there was a purpose.'

According to the doctrine of the Goddess Church, acts with monsters were practically taboo, but a very small number of women spread their legs as if they had been waiting for it, accepting the Orcs.

"Ah, finally, the freedom of Las Vegas has begun to spread across the world."

I was moved, and I gave a thumbs up to the women who had come to find Las. The moment they made eye contact with me, they felt shy but accepted the Orcs and Werewolves.

"Don't break the prisoners. They are valuable assets."

The Orcs, like the skilled masters of Las that they were, educated the horny Werewolves on how to perform Las in a gentlemanly and happy way. Thanks to this, the women mounted by the Werewolves could fall into pleasure without feeling pain.

"......."

The male prisoners were hanging their heads with faces full of displeasure. There was no one in sight to satisfy their desires right now.

'The unicorns are out on support, so they aren't here.'

Since they weren't high-grade enough to change into human form like Amducias, they had to mount them in their horse state, but the unicorns weren't there. 'Eila will handle the male prisoners well enough on her own.'

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Since Eila also knew their feelings, she would take measures, whether it be attaching Andras to them or taking them to the poultry farm.

"Let's go."

"Master, can't we Las together too?"

"I'm sorry, but the battle on the other side isn't over yet."

"Hing."

Ryun smacked her lips in disappointment and rode on my shoulders, piggybacking on my neck. Naturally, Ryun began to warm herself up by rubbing her crotch against the back of my neck, and I, feeling that much was permissible, massaged Ryun's legs and set out to find Andras. The wound on my hand had already healed.

"Eila."

"Did you call for me?"

Eila, who was cleaning up the battle in the middle of the plaza, saw me and Ryun and immediately reached for her skirt. I let out a dry laugh because all their thoughts were the same.

"...After the scramble on the other side is completely settled."

"That's a shame.... I've already received Master's love once in the middle, so I'll be satisfied with that."

Eila lifted the front of her skirt for me where others couldn't see. She must have changed, because white panties were nestled under her full pantyhose.

"Eila? This is a bad habit. When did I tell you to wear panties under your pantyhose?"

"If it's that, it's to keep what Master filled inside me. It used to just fall through the threads if I didn't."

"How thoughtful. I was the foolish one."

I bent down and kissed Eila's crotch. I wanted to soak the white panties visible through the black stockings with my saliva and Eila's arousal, but since it was a shame, I had to be satisfied with stamping my seal for now.

"But Eila. Why are you covering your face? Are you even shy about public play now?"

Eila was wearing a skirt over her pantyhose on her lower body and a breastplate on her upper body, while covering her face with a hood. She wasn't the type to be unable to stand before others because she was shy, so there was definitely a purpose for covering her face.

"......Um, I have an acquaintance at the government office."

Eila hung her head with a flushed face. At the government office, Harpy Angels were clinging to the windows, watching the inside.

"Is Andras inside?"

"...Yes. Andras is currently Las-ing with the knight at the government office."

"Oh?"

She had left me a word, but I didn't expect her to be eating the knight already. I felt sorry for no reason, wondering if she had wanted to eat a human male that much, or if she had wanted to do the act that much. 'I haven't been able to pay much attention to her since she evolved from a Harpy.'

Since she had been so lustful that she could handle three humans at once during her Harpy days, she had waited for her turn with patience after evolving into Andras, and then exploded. So I gave her permission when Andras said she would take the knight. I just never thought she would get the job done this quickly.

"So you're an acquaintance of that knight?"

"...'Gei Cancer'. He is someone called the prodigal son of the Cancer Duchy."

At Eila's answer, my mind went blank for a moment. Medieval titles, that is, the titles of nobility, were the same in this other world, and I knew all too well that a Duchy was the highest level among the five ranks of nobility.

"...A Duchy?"

"Yes. Apart from the successors of the Duchy family dispatched to the front lines of the Human Alliance, he is an existence sent as... insurance in case of an emergency in the Virgo territory."

"...My god."

A Duke. To think that an existence even more terrifying than kidnapping Guinevere Pisces was hiding in this remote barony, keeping a low profile—what kind of nonsense was this?

'Surely Andras didn't just eat him?'

Not eating him by thrusting with her lower mouth, but chewing him up with her upper mouth. I ran to the government office in anxiety. The Harpy Angels who were watching flapped their wings and flew into the sky, and I burst the door open to the left and right. And inside that place.

"......Oh my, Master?"

"Lo, Legion Commander...?"

Andras and my daughter, Harpyia, were each flapping their black and white wings, Las-ing against Gei, who had been forcibly laid on the floor and tied up from head to toe with ropes.