Chapter 57
Chapter 57
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 57
Chapter Title: Succubus Weekly Ranch (2)
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While I was busy pounding Eris, a massive political purge was unfolding within our Vampire Legion—
"Don't even think about it."
"......"
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant's words made my thoughts grind to a halt.
The moment I caught the "drop it" signal in his expression, I shoved every notion bubbling up in my head aside.
"How many other spies were there besides the succubi? Which legion did that spy come from? Were they sent by another legion from the start? And right now, are they reading my mind?"
"For real?"
"No. The Vampire Princess said your true feelings show on your face when you're flustered. Spot on. Ah, you're thinking it right now too, aren't you? Is the Chief Adjutant really that close to the Vampire Princess?"
"There really is mind-reading magic, isn't there?"
"Nah, there isn't. Heh heh heh. Humans really are entertaining. Especially the only human in the Demon King's army!"
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant gave my shoulder a light pat.
It felt like some old uncle chuckling "Keh heh heh!" and clapping me on the back, but his touch was as gentle as handling thin paper that might tear at the slightest pressure.
He was clearly controlling his strength for my sake.
"Relax. I didn't ask her specifically. If anything, it's the opposite. The Vampire Princess loves talking about you."
"Master does...?"
"Yeah. Take that 'Casey' you uncovered, for example."
Casey was still there right now, limbs pinned down, diligently birthing slime after slime.
"It's not that we don't want you meddling politically in legion affairs. We just hope you'll focus on training without any biases or worries getting in the way."
"......"
"Of course, my personal opinion is... I think not only your ideas, which could sway the Vampire Legion's direction, but your insight and political acumen could guide the entire legion's movements."
"Thank you for thinking so highly of me."
"I do think highly of you. Someday..."
His toothy grin sent a chill down my spine for a moment, but I forced a smile and averted my gaze from Akkamond the Chief Adjutant.
That look—it was exactly like the expression on my advisor's face when I was on the verge of grad school and he was sizing me up.
"Since it's just us here, I'll say this: it's still too early for you to wield political influence in the legion. You're only interacting with those who like you so far."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant gestured toward Lilith and the other succubi.
"What do you think their reason is for tagging along on your Weekly Ranch inspection?"
"If there's anyone who still looks down on me as just a human, I figured they're here as bodyguards to deal with them."
"Exactly. That's the kind of sharp eye I want to rely on—but can't quite yet."
"Because I'm human, and my standing in the legion is still shaky?"
"...Spot on."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant clapped and laughed.
"Rack up some achievements, and you'll be able to get involved in matters outside the legion too."
"Achievements..."
Two vampires had been born.
But that wasn't the kind of achievement you could announce publicly.
"I did turn two human female prisoners into my personal fuck-holes, but yeah, that's not enough to impress the other Vampire Legion executives by a long shot."
"......Hahaha!!"
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant doubled over, roaring with laughter.
"Right you are. Those 'fuck-holes' of yours? Not nearly enough clout for that. The one public achievement you've got right now is catching that spy—pure luck, like a cow backing up and squashing a mouse, but still."
A bit unfair, but what could I do?
In packaging the info I got from my cumshot regression as coincidence, I'd framed it like a nosy old fart had sniffed out Casey's poison.
"Once is luck. But repeat it a few times, and it becomes inevitability. Keep making inevitability happen, and that's skill."
"......"
"I hope you become that kind of talent. Sincerely."
"Even though I'm human?"
"I've served Master in the Vampire Legion for a long time, and in the end, what matters isn't race—it's this."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant alternated pointing to his head and heart.
"We'll talk about other legions, the Demon King's army, and external matters once you've built up more achievements. Specifically, once the atmosphere ripens enough to invite you to the 'executive meeting' as head of the Training Corps."
"So I need enough results for a human to sit at the table before the 'seniors' will acknowledge me?"
"...I like that ambition."
His eyes sharpened even more.
It felt just like walking into my advisor's office to hand in a report, only for him to shut the door and ask, "Coffee or green tea?"
But.
'If grad school's the only path, then fine—I'll grind through master's and PhD to become a professor.'
If I piled up achievements as a trainer in the Vampire Legion and earned recognition as an executive, eventually I'd wield real influence inside the legion.
'And that means more virgins to fuck.'
Power and pussy go hand in hand.
For more pussy, I'd rack up achievements my way—for the Vampire Legion.
"So, reason for coming here? Not just sightseeing, I take it."
"To trade aphrodisiacs at the negotiation site with Gilbert Baron."
"These aphrodisiacs?"
"Yes."
Master had already approved the negotiation with the baron via Akkamond the Chief Adjutant.
No need to rehash the full plan, but he didn't know the exact pitch for the bargaining table.
"I was gonna wait for your report on the negotiations, but looks like you need some administrative backup from the legion."
"I'd be truly grateful for your help. This isn't my jurisdiction, after all."
"True. Running into the local supervisor would've blown up into a huge mess."
If Akkamond the Chief Adjutant hadn't shown up, the supervisor probably would've sneered "filthy human" and snapped me in half at the waist by now.
"Alright, I'll handle it. But keep this in mind—it might feel unfair, but people could think I'm playing favorites."
"The other executives think that?"
"Yeah. You're quick, so you'll dodge it fine—just don't pick fights. Delegate to your secretary as much as possible."
"Got it."
I'll be careful.
The Chief Adjutant telling me to avoid direct contact with executives wasn't idle chatter.
"Tch..."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant hesitated, then spoke up.
"Curiosity's killing me. What exactly are you planning with these aphrodisiacs? Lay out the details."
"I've tested them myself, and these aphrodisiacs pack a serious punch."
"And?"
"In the human world, they're top-tier—way more effective than existing stuff, fewer side effects."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant's eyes hardened.
Just moments ago, they'd been the eyes of a mentor offering advice. Now, with money on the table, they were pure Chief Adjutant—cold and calculating.
"Sell the aphrodisiacs and take something in return."
"Like what?"
"Stuff they don't need but our training chambers desperately do."
I pointed at myself.
"In exchange for aphrodisiacs, I'll demand humans. Regular trades."
"......Buying and selling humans? With aphrodisiacs?"
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant tilted his head.
"Gilbert Baron selling off humans?"
"Effectively, yeah—but we package it to keep it under wraps publicly. If it fails, it's my failure. No big issue."
"......I wasn't gonna touch politics, but this could turn into a political mess."
True, there were political angles.
"A one-off negotiation for 'hostage release compensation' could fly. But after? Once hostages are freed? Hell, they're already dead."
"We just both shut up and pretend they aren't."
"......What?"
"I'll rig a scripted deal with Gilbert Baron. Turn our legion's offspring dungeon into shared neutral ground, managed by the baron family."
"......Go on."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant snapped his fingers.
Chairs materialized behind us. I waited for him to sit, then took my seat opposite, straightening up.
"So, publicly, we stage ongoing conflict between the Vampire Legion and Gilbert Baron's house—while secretly trading with him behind the scenes. That your pitch?"
"Exactly."
"Dungeons spawn in human territory, but nobles manage them."
"Baron Gilbert posts knights on patrol saying 'Dangerous area—stay out,' and that controls access. Even if someone slips in, give 'em a mark, and we're good."
"A death god."
Death gods don't kill without cause.
That's the code humans follow among themselves—but there's one human in the Demon King's Vampire Legion.
"Not random adventurers—a contracted partner for Baron Gilbert's negotiations."
"No agreed mark? They're dead. But with the mark? They're trading company staff."
"......Supply them aphrodisiacs, get people in return. Yeah, that's the part that didn't click."
Akkamond the Chief Adjutant pointed at me.
"You think the baron will just hand over people? Innocent, clueless civilians?"
"Not so innocent, then it's different."
I tapped my wrist lightly.
"After negotiations wrap, our legion's offspring dungeon spawn site gets officially sealed off. And that place becomes..."
Slice.
"An execution ground."
I mimed slitting my throat.
"A place to execute vile criminals who deserve death."
The deal?
"Vampire Legion gets fresh bodies—we love that. They get to offload corpses without cleanup duty."
Perfect alignment of interests seals the deal.