Chapter 48
Chapter 48
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 48
Chapter Title: The Price of Betrayal (2)
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Slightly, I had entertained such thoughts.
What if Gentia's breaking point was high, and she was just watching to see how far it would go?
In that case, maybe all the men except Kite would have thrust their cocks into Maria?
And as she watched Kite despair and collapse while his woman was defiled over and over, Gentia would feel a thrill of ecstasy.
A woman with that much patience and emotional control wouldn't be swinging that mace with such fervor right now.
Thwack, thwack, splat.
"Gentia."
I called out to Gentia.
But she didn't stop swinging the mace.
"Stop."
In the training room, the trainer's word is law.
Yet Gentia kept swinging the mace as if she couldn't hear me.
Should I just let her continue?
But there was one problem with leaving her be.
"He's already dead."
"......."
The hand holding the mace drooped limply downward.
Blood streamed from her grip, and her robe was splattered with it.
Her face was caked in blood.
Even the most brutal slasher in an R-rated movie wouldn't have been this drenched in blood.
And on her hand—
Her own blood.
She had been swinging the mace without even realizing her own palm had torn open.
I thought the blood trickling down the mace was from Kite's exploded skull, but the blood flowing backward from the handle was from the long gash in Gentia's palm.
"Satisfied?"
"......."
Gentia bowed her head with a complicated expression.
For a split second, her gaze flicked toward Maria, who was huddled in terror, but Gentia—shaking and bleeding profusely—didn't even seem able to stand properly.
"Secretary. Take her to wash up and rest."
"Understood, Trainer."
At Lilith's order, the succubi immediately tended to Gentia.
Though human, the succubi were perceptive enough to treat her like a true demon noblewoman as they carefully escorted her to a private room.
"Trainer. I can clean up the corpse with magic. Shall I handle it now?"
"That would be best."
Lilith invoked something into the magic stone, and soon other succubi entered the training room pushing a cart with a large box.
Squelch.
One by one, slimes began oozing out of the box and crawling across the floor.
Vampire Slimes.
Or, more bluntly, corpse cleaners.
The Vampire Legion uses these slimes to cleanly dispose of pooled blood, flesh scraps, and bodies on the floor.
"Phew."
That said, the thick stench of blood and pulverized flesh in the room didn't vanish. Fortunately, among human senses, smell dulls the most easily.
You get used to it.
It might not be fresh, but with the door open, the odor would fade soon enough.
Living in a training room like this, you get accustomed to the traces of sex even if bloodstains take longer.
"Two are gone."
There had been seven prisoners.
Two were dead.
Five remained, but three men hadn't yet faced their "judgment."
"Dalia?"
I called Dalia over and whispered in her ear.
"That’s...."
Dalia grimaced but soon nodded lightly at my follow-up explanation and positioned herself in front of the wall's entrance.
"Now, the rest."
I turned my eyes to Kite's subordinates.
"Continue the judgment."
"Mmph...?"
"Next."
"......!!"
I pointed to Maria and hole number three.
"What are you doing? That pussy's empty."
"......."
The fourth man gulped and took a hesitant step forward.
Maria's pussy was already filthy from two creampies—and fear made it even messier.
It might appeal to some tastes, but not this man's, apparently.
"Mmph, mmph...."
The man's footsteps headed toward hole number three.
"Hmm, is that so?"
Nod, nod.
"Really, really going to fuck the priestess?"
Nod, nod.
"Finally—!!"
I flashed a bright smile at the man and clapped my hands.
"Finally, one who makes that choice! Yes, go to the back there. And witness the 'truth.'"
I signaled Dalia, who gracefully opened the door to the entrance behind the wall.
Grin.
Dalia shot me a lewd look and winked.
The man gulped, scanned Dalia up and down, then walked through the entrance on his own.
He flinched in surprise the moment he entered—
"Mmph!"
"Come on in~"
The assigned succubus followed right behind, and Dalia closed the door with a faint smile.
"Next."
Pretending it was a mistake, I placed my hand near hole number one.
"Aaahhn!"
A succubus's genuine moan echoed from inside.
At the same time, wet slapping sounds flowed out through hole number one.
"Oops."
I dropped the curtain again and, with the calmest expression possible, pointed ahead to the remaining men.
"Next. Your choice?"
"......."
The men slowly but deliberately approached hole number three.
"Going to stick it in the priestess?"
I had already warned them.
Choosing hole number three meant abandoning their faith in the goddess.
Nod, nod.
The men nodded vigorously.
If the succubi hadn't grabbed their cocks with their tails, it might have gotten ugly.
"Good. Then go in."
I pointed inside.
"She will guide you into the goddess's embrace."
The two men followed the succubi inside.
There had been seven men.
One had his cock burst and bled out.
Two had fucked their boss's pussy and survived.
The leader stepped up, unable to endure it, and got his head smashed.
The remaining three avoided the defiled pussy and chose the clean one.
"Now, two survivors left."
"......Heh heh heh."
Dalia giggled as she gripped the mace.
"Goddess. Three more are coming up now."
"Hold on."
I grabbed Dalia, who was making the sign of the cross in delight.
"Is sending them to the goddess right? They betrayed her."
"Of course it is."
Dalia swung the mace around as if asking what kind of stupid question that was.
"I destroy their flesh, delivering their souls to the goddess. I am the guide; judgment is hers."
Dalia made the sign of the cross and winked at me.
"They'll fall straight to hell by her verdict, as payment for betraying her."
"......Hey."
I patted Dalia's back and opened the door for her myself.
"We might need this later, so don't splatter too much blood?"
"......What, that's all?"
Dalia chuckled and hefted the mace.
"See? You're not human anymore."
"I am human."
I patted her back again and pushed her behind the wall.
"Just more human than most."
Well.
After that.
Three more died.
About three hours later.
"How's Gentia?"
Lilith came to me in the cleaned wall-pussy room where I waited.
"She's waiting for you, Trainer."
Lilith clasped her hands demurely over her lower abdomen and bowed.
"She is? Waiting for me?"
"Yes. She can't come here herself."
Lilith smiled mischievously, a playful glint in her eye.
"Follow me."
"Tch...."
"What's wrong?"
"Did some bigwig show up?"
Lilith froze at my words.
"They did."
"......."
"My instincts are killer, right?"
I patted her lower back and walked ahead.
"Is it the Chief Adjutant?"
"Well."
"The Vampire Princess came herself?"
"I didn't say anything."
"You don't have to."
"How did you know?"
Lilith hurried to my side and looked up at me.
"Do you have mind-reading or something?"
"When living as a porter among humans, you sharpen your instincts. Plus, I'm naturally perceptive."
I lightly pointed to her chest area.
"No report, right?"
"......!"
"If the report you were always carrying isn't in your hands, whose is it?"
"Ah...."
"And this direction—it's there."
I turned toward the destination before Lilith could guide me.
"Seriously, the ritual chamber."
"........"
"But did I ever explicitly tell Gentia? That falling would turn her into a vampire."
"You didn't say that."
Lilith sighed deeply and stepped a bit ahead of me.
"Master heard the report and gave Gentia a chance."
"A chance? From Master?"
No way.
Surely not.
The Vampire Princess wouldn't sprinkle ash on a finished meal....
Maybe she didn't like this method?
I'm worried.
For her to appear so suddenly—
"You're here."
By the time I finished thinking, we had arrived at the altar.
"I've been waiting."
The Vampire Princess stood before the altar in an unusual attire.
"Uh...."
"What's wrong?"
"......."
Different from before.
"D-did you come straight from bed?"
She wore only a thin negligee like a nightgown, her hair pinned up with the pen from Lilith's report, waiting for me.
"......."
The Vampire Princess closed her eyes briefly.
"I felt it while sleeping and came right away."
She answered my question honestly.
"Felt... what?"
"Congratulations, Trainer Azazel."
The Vampire Princess gestured ahead.
"Thanks to you, we've gained our second fallen soul."
With a swipe of her hand, as if dusting away invisible grime—
Shrr.
The transparent barrier before the altar dissolved like mist, revealing something sparkling inside.
A cocoon.
The same blood-red magic cocoon Dalia had formed in.
"You sent Gentia there yourself? Master did?"
"Without much talk, she accepted quickly."
"What on earth did you say?"
"Nothing much. Just that as a vampire, she could beat those husband-like bastards to death as much as she wanted."
Ah.
"Like how you told Dalia she could kill those who abandoned she's faith, I said something similar to this newborn vampire."
I see.
"Congratulations, Trainer Azazel. Any reward you desire?"
"...If Gentia successfully falls and becomes a vampire."
I swallowed hard and knelt before the Vampire Princess.
"The reward I want is...."