#12 Festival (Heretics - Wall Hole Execution Ceremony♥) (2)
You have received the blessing of the Nameless God.
It affects some skills and abilities, as well as city security and happiness levels.
For now, things proceeded exactly as planned. I built a temple for the Nameless God Statue.
My original territory hadn't had a church or temple, and constructing one to house the statue required raising the city level to at least Lv.3. If I hadn't taken Stonevic this time—and if Stonevic hadn't already had a Lv.3-level church—this ritual would've been delayed even further.
Lucky break. I got my hands on that statue early thanks to the strategy guide.
I'd almost let the materials rot away unused for way too long. Better to get this ritual done as soon as possible.
Holy Light Kingdom Berea. It's essential for toppling that country.
This continent was fundamentally built around the goddess faith. Excluding savage tribes like the orcs, pretty much everyone worshipped the goddess Berea. Even this heterorace union nation overflowing with non-humans followed suit. That made the Holy Light Kingdom's influence unavoidable here.
The empire was undoubtedly the strongest force, no question. But even they wouldn't touch the Holy Light Kingdom without solid justification. Mess with them wrong, and you might face a counterattack from both the kingdom and the empire allied together.
Even if you rallied every other faction on the continent, those two powers would still hold the edge. Survive their assault through dirty tricks or not, victory would just invite the King of Ruin to swallow the exhausted continent whole.
In the actual game, figuring out how to handle those two nations was part of the fun. There were all sorts of routes and methods—hell, you could even join one as a knight and earn a title. But the strategy guide author skipped all those boring paths and taught only this one.
The simplest, fastest way to topple one of the continent's top powers, the Holy Light Kingdom. No need for anything else.
So I don't know any other routes.
If this fails, we're screwed.
Failure means holing up in the forest and playing dead. Can't afford to stand out and get hunted down. I'd just have to hope the Holy Light Kingdom and empire handle the waves of ruin forces crashing in.
I've done what I can.
It won't show immediate effects, so I'll give it time... Not like I'm picking a fight with the Holy Light Kingdom right away anyway.
Clashing with them is way down the line. For now, wrap up loose ends with what I've gained—Stonevic's cleanup. And tomorrow, the festival finally kicks off.
Waaaaaaaaah!
Kyarruruk—
The city buzzed with an energy unlike any ordinary day. The festival had started at dawn, filling the streets with joyful shouts and laughter.
About a week had passed since the heretics' chaos and riots. The plaza had been prioritized for repairs, so the buildings now looked decent enough. Shortages were covered with cheap tents turned into makeshift stalls, banishing any sense of emptiness.
Food and booze flowed freely throughout the festival. But with half the merchants who'd left via the carriage paths yet to return, and the city's stockpiles far from overflowing, Gaon had conjured it all with resource magic. He'd stuffed the warehouses to bursting and piled the plaza's center with mountains of ingredients and liquor. Plenty for everyone to revel without worry.
Noa Florence was enjoying the festivities too, with Stonevic's city lord, Renoa, at her side. Officially, she was escorting the city lord on an inspection. In truth, it was just an excuse to join the fun.
Once a street urchin rascal, now a revered holy knight—Noa loved this vibe. It even pushed thoughts of her current situation to the back of her mind.
"City Lord Renoa, these skewers are delicious. Want to try?"
She offered a freshly grilled skewer from a nearby stall, then froze. Many elves were vegetarians. Pushing meat on Renoa, who leaned that way, might offend her.
But Renoa showed no displeasure. "Thanks," she said, taking a big bite.
The meat was perfectly cooked inside, bursting with juices—pure bliss.
"Mmm... This is really good. What'd they season it with?"
"Just salt and spices, but it tastes this amazing because the meat's top quality. So fresh..."
Stonevic was a mining city with few ranchers. Most ingredients came from outside. Only King Gaon could produce meat this fresh and premium.
More than that, it outshone any she'd ever tasted. Not just freshness—the ingredients he made turned even simple grilling into gourmet heaven.
Truth be told, as a half-elf, Renoa rarely indulged in meat and had never found it appealing. But after tasting Gaon's provisions, she realized she'd just never had good meat before.
Ugh... Now I know how delicious meat can be.
Living under Lord Gaon's rule means eating like this every day...?
It wasn't just meat. Anything made from his ingredients was divine. The meals from his maid—dishes she'd never seen—were the best ever. That chicken from before? Now her favorite...
And it introduced her to beer, which she'd never cared for. Speaking of, the beer from Gaon was so crisp and refreshing...
"City Lord Renoa?"
"...Oh, sorry. Zoned out for a sec. Anyway, these skewers are incredible. Oh, that melon over there looks good too—with ham on top?"
"Melon and ham...! Let's try it!"
As they wandered, enjoying the festival, they spotted odd partitions and tents everywhere. Crowds of people gathered around them, buzzing excitedly.
Curious, they approached and found a placard.
[Heretics' Execution in Progress]
So that's what it was—the heretic execution grounds King Gaon had ordered.
But why set them up like this, in these facilities, all over the city?
Puzzled, the feeling didn't last. Both stared at the placard, minds going curiously blank.
Soon, as if nothing happened, they walked away from the tent.
The sign included [Women Prohibited], after all.
So they ignored the tent's contents, tuning out the voices from within, and moved on.
Only men lined up, waiting their turn for the heretics' execution... no, punishment inside....
While Stonevic reveled in its festival, my home territory was throwing one too.
With the food warehouses overflowing, it was the perfect chance to clear them out. Plus, the orcs had shone in Stonevic's defense, so this celebrated them too.
I was here personally—to praise the orcs and handle my own tasks.
"Ngh... Hah."
Squish. I slammed my cock in deep.
A jolt rocked the partition beyond, but I ignored it, thrusting away.
This dick was already on the edge after three prior rounds. Climax surged fast; I didn't hold back, flooding her insides.
Thick, hot spurts gushed out, pouring deep into that hole.
Remembering I wasn't trying to impregnate, I pulled out midway, spraying the rest across her ass.
"Haa... Thought you'd last longer, but damn, you're in better shape than expected. You girls are gonna get plenty of use from now on."
"Krooik— For our king to grace this hole, then share it with us... It's an honor. I'm sure these hole-sluts think the same." Barosy chuckled gruffly beside me.
I'd just broken her virginity and creampied her for the first time. I stirred that pussy a bit more before pulling out.
Short time inside, but incubus cock and cum worked wonders—her ass wouldn't stop twitching.
I smacked those cheeks encouragingly; they quivered harder, cutely.
No—not cute. These were vile heretics.
"You'll be orc breeding holes from now on. You took so many precious lives—make up for it by birthing hordes."
I smacked that ass more, scooping pussy-cum to slather and finger her backdoor.
Finally freeing it, I moved straight to the next one.
Plenty of heretic wall-holes left, all primed to offer their virginities to King Gaon's cock.
Once I sampled them, they'd belong to the orcs—bearing their spawn.