When in Doubt, Use Artillery
Ghosts appearing? Just fire some shells at them. Following Admi's directions, we arrived at an old fortress. Parts of the walls had collapsed, as if someone had abandoned it long ago, and it clearly hadn't seen any maintenance in years. It looked merely rundown, with none of the eerie atmosphere you'd expect from a place haunted by ghosts. But not everything is as it seems. Who knows what kind of ghosts or monsters might be lurking inside? In a thriller movie, some brainless teenager or idiot would probably waltz right in and trigger a death flag. But I had no need for that. A good idea had just come to me. It was time to see the power of the SSR-rank summon that had come from a guaranteed pull.
After dismissing the camper, I slammed my palm against the ground for dramatic effect and shouted, "Come forth, Tiger and Angels!"
With a brilliant, radiant light, a massive tank materialized before us. The design looked familiar from games. It resembled one of those German tanks from World War II... The hatch soon opened, and several adult women in dark olive military uniforms popped out, saluting me. They looked a bit too old to be called high school girls, so I'll just call them adults. Small angel wings sprouted from their backs, and halos floated above their heads. Judging people by appearance isn't ideal, but their looks inspired plenty of confidence!
"Commander, what shall we destroy?"
"Reduce that old fortress right in front of us to the Stone Age."
"You mean to destroy it without mercy? Understood."
The tank's main gun swiveled toward the fortress and began firing enthusiastically. The already dilapidated structure started crumbling amid smoke with each impact, and before long it was completely obliterated. As expected of German engineering—the performance was rock solid.
"Hmm. It's weaker than my own power, but the destructive force is still respectable."
"That's an idea I never would have considered. To think you'd destroy the entire thing like that."
"Our ancestors loved firepower so much they wanted to shoot cannons at houses where ghosts appeared. I simply accomplished what they couldn't."
"Haah... Well, as long as it doesn't summon any ghosts like Ameri wanted, I suppose it's fine."
With this level of firepower, even the foul-tempered evil spirits from Japanese movies would have been forcibly enlightened. Against such powerful shells, ghosts were nothing but fodder. Yet after all that shooting, nothing had emerged—not even a single ghost. Could the innocent Ameri have simply imagined it? That possibility couldn't be ruled out either.
"Commander, the fortress has been destroyed as ordered."
"Good work. You may rest now."
I then ordered Tiga to drop lightning strikes on the ruined fortress. Still, not even an ant crawled out. At this point, there couldn't possibly be any ghosts left.
"Master, uninvited guests are approaching. Probably drawn by the noise."
"Tiger and Angels, eliminate every approaching enemy without exception."
After ordering Tiga not to attack, I decided to test the strength of the SSR summon. The tank's main gun shifted direction and resumed launching shells with satisfying force. The roar was deafening enough to make my ears ring even when covered, and both its power and accuracy were impressive. It was a shame it came from a guaranteed pull, but at least it lived up to its rank. Considering the tactical value and destructive power of a tank, it might even surpass power armor. This could actually be a huge win. Some gacha games do feature characters with exceptional performance from guaranteed or standard banners. Plus, those terrifying angel girls were inside, so their combat ability went without saying.
A few swift enemies managed to close in through the barrage, only to be riddled with bullets from the tank's mounted machine gun. They looked similar to the unidentified creature called a yeti. Then again, this was a fantasy world, so yetis weren't particularly strange. Their menacing faces probably made them appear as ghosts to someone like Ameri. And now there was no one left. It was the title of a famous mystery novel, but since all the monsters were dead, no phrase could have been more fitting. The old fortress didn't seem to be their main base, so I'd have to track it down and wipe them out completely.
"Admi, do you know where their base might be?"
"There are a few possible locations, but nothing confirmed. Besides, Ameri only asked you to deal with the place where ghosts appeared, so this should be sufficient."
She had a point. After the tank's barrage and Tiga's lightning strikes, not even a ghost's grandfather could have survived. Still, leaving without cleaning up felt sloppy. Ameri would be disturbed if she saw the yeti corpses torn apart by tank shells. It would be ideal if we could burn them without a trace.
"Tank crew, do you have any special ammunition?"
"You mean white phosphorus rounds? Of course we do."
"What? You're going to use white phosphorus now?"
Admi was horrified and stopped me, so we reluctantly agreed to simply burn them with regular fire. Tiga gathered the dead yetis into one pile in her giant form, scattered dry branches and firewood over them, and struck the pile with lightning. Intense flames hot enough to sting the nose consumed the corpses.
"Master, I've handled it as ordered."
"Well done, Tiga."
"By the way, Master, do ghosts really exist?"
"Who cares? I'm more afraid of living people than dead ghosts anyway."
To emphasize that ghosts could go to hell, I used my own power to hurl a Ramji Thunder at the ruined fortress. My accuracy and power had clearly improved since last time, though it also drained noticeably more energy. It felt as exhausting as doing it twice in a row. How strong must Tiga be to use something like that so casually? Cleanup was more troublesome than the killing itself, but at least it was finished. After dismissing the tank, I summoned the camper again and returned to Ameri's mansion. The limit on how many summons I could maintain at once was inconvenient in various ways. The maximum was only two—there had to be a way to increase it.
As we pulled up in front of the house, the door opened and Ameri came running out. It felt like a cat greeting its owner coming home. I'd never owned a pet—dogs or cats were luxuries for the poor—but the feeling was pleasant.
"Good work. What happened with the ghosts?"
"Don't worry. There won't be any ghosts anymore. Big brother took the tank and blew their heads clean off!"
"Ooh, amazing!"
Admi looked like she wanted to say something, then gave up and pressed a hand to her forehead. I hadn't lied. I'd simply borrowed my ancestors' wisdom and performed a perfectly legitimate physical exorcism.
When I asked about Lati's condition, Ameri said she'd eaten some porridge and was resting comfortably. Smart girl. I'd heard that giving rich food to someone suffering from malnutrition could actually be harmful. I praised Ameri and patted her head. It felt as nice as petting a cute animal. So this was why everyone went crazy for beast ears and demi-humans.
"It's cold. Let's go inside quickly."
"Ameri, please prepare some warm tea."
"Okay, Admi."
"Aah, I feel alive again."
Driving was hard work. Traversing rough mountain roads and snowy paths made it even tougher. The bed here was surprisingly soft, though I couldn't tell what it was made of. The blanket seemed to be animal hide—quite supple to the touch—and the warm fireplace made me drowsy. Too many things had happened today. I was exhausted, seriously...
In the morning I'd played a high-stakes gambling game with a swindler, at lunch an airship had crashed, and then I'd massacred yetis and shelled a supposed ghost haunt. It was a perfectly diligent, model life.
"Master!"
"Wh-what? Why are you clinging to me?"
"Aww, what's with the sudden shyness, Master?"
"P-please stop. I'm going to die at this rate!"
Aaah, that lust-crazed summon had completely lost it. A summon that wouldn't listen to its master should be beaten with a stick, but the problem was that the opponent was a god-class being far stronger than its master. The only "stick" I had available was the meat stick between my legs. Tiga skillfully pulled down my pants and took me into her mouth. Handling it so roughly was bound to make it grow.
"Master's thing feels like it's getting bigger every day."
"D-does it?"
"You don't need to exert yourself, Master. Just lie back and stay hard."
This felt like déjà vu. Tiga stripped off her clothes and began mating like a wild beast. The lewd female warrior's insides were already slick and wet, needing no foreplay or caresses. She clenched tightly, as if determined to squeeze out every last drop of my seed. All I could do was reach out and roughly grope her beautifully bouncing breasts. I couldn't hold back any longer. I sat up, buried my face in her chest, and sucked greedily. Men are animals who can have sex as long as they have the strength to hold a spoon—no matter how many exhausting events have happened.
"Hngh, Master!"
We kissed while facing each other, alternating between sucking on her breasts as we became one. My hardened length filled and withdrew from her depths repeatedly, ready to release. Tiga was also quite aroused, spilling her own fluids of pleasure. The wet, stimulating harmony created by our joined bodies and genitals was better than any music.
"Tiga, I'm about to come!"
"M-Master, me too—hngh!"
Clinging tightly to each other, we climaxed together. Even after pouring every drop of seed into the lewd female warrior's depths, my erection showed no signs of subsiding. Sex with a tall, glamorous woman really was the best! Her large, beautiful, elastic breasts and hips, combined with that healthy, vibrant body, had to be a creation of the gods.
At that moment, something fell to the floor with a sound. Turning my head, I saw Ameri staring at us blankly, her face bright red.
"Uh..."
Shit, we're screwed! Of all people, Ameri had to catch us in the act. Yet instead of panic, my heart raced with a thrilling excitement. So this was why people had outdoor sex and exhibitionist play! My still-joined length throbbed even more, craving another round, and Tiga showed no intention of letting go as she held me close.
"Ameri, is something the matter?"
Having sensed something was wrong from the sound, Admi appeared, and Tiga and I ended up receiving a full barrage of her scolding. It was just sex education in action—did she really have to be so nitpicky about it?