Chapter 114
Chapter 114
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 114
Chapter Title: Floating Island Siege
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"Huh. No response."
The hooded man gave a wry smile at the chilly reaction.
A brief silence followed, and then he spoke.
"You all wanna die?"
"Eep!"
As Medeus reached out, a massive ice spike formed above the man's head.
"Hold on, Medeus!"
Clarit tried to stop him, but it was too late.
The long, bluish spike—thick enough to impale several people—was already hurtling toward the man and his robed group.
From Medeus's perspective, he'd been ignored this whole time while his lover and everyone else fawned over that damn newbie instructor called whatever-his-name-was. This seemed like a shining chance to show off...
Shuuu...
"Huh?"
The opponent was just too bad a matchup.
The ice spike melted away as if it had never existed.
"Yeah. You're first."
The moment the man pointed, black darkness swirled around Medeus...
Craaack!
A massive block of ice encased Medeus, blocking the darkness from penetrating.
The hooded man—Veil—let out an impressed "Oho" as he flipped back his hood, looking mildly surprised.
"Hey, not bad? Even a small dose of this could blow away a whole mountain."
Tilting his head, Veil waved dismissively.
"Whatever. I'll beat answers out of 'em first. Hey, let's go."
His followers shed their robes in unison and charged forward.
The first was a filthy man whose body was bloated with layers of fat.
"Kehehehe."
The fighters from the tavern—who knew how to throw punches—all attacked in sync, but not a single scratch marred his slippery skin.
...But.
Bam!
"Guak?!"
A fist slammed him brutally into the floor.
Surprisingly, it was Mayal.
"Hup!"
Mayal kicked off the ground to charge another robed figure, but the bloated pig grabbed her ankle.
"D-Damn, you're hot. Gonna fuck you so ha... Uk?!"
Punch to the face. Punch, punch.
Even sweet Mayal couldn't help but feel revulsion toward this disgusting man.
She hammered down without mercy.
"Hehehe. No use. Won't work... Ugh?!"
Light had gathered in Mayal's fists—El's power.
As soon as the blows started landing properly, the man begged.
"S-Stop, stop! I get it! I surrender! Mercy!"
"......"
Mayal paused as if she might stop—then drove her hardest punch yet.
She knew he had no intention of surrendering.
No hesitation.
'Sparring with Dre... really helped.'
Compared to his uncanny movements, this pig in front of her was just a moron who couldn't control his own body and barreled around relying on brute strength.
At that moment.
"Hmm. I've seen you before."
"!"
"Got it. One of the Ten Great Families. And one of the Twelve Beauties, right? Remembered from a quest."
Veil approached without a sound and reached out—Mayal flew back from the gesture alone, tumbling across the floor.
"Kuhk!"
Veil sneered coldly at the blood-spewing Mayal.
"Among them, you scored real low."
"Ugh..."
"I know you. Maychi Love Yarte. Family's fallen so far it's about to get backstabbed by its vassals and lose the estate, right?"
A ridiculous claim that her low score wasn't about looks, but her house.
"The prestige of the Ten Great Families is long gone, so you enrolled in the academy to do something about it... How 'bout seriously snagging a proper man? Body's killer."
"Eeek!"
Raging at the mockery, Mayal swung—but Veil dodged her fists without even trying...
Kwang!
Just as Veil raised his hand to counter, ice suddenly encased Mayal.
Veil shot Clarit an annoyed look.
"Hey, ice bitch. Melt the ice."
"......"
"Wanna die?"
"You'll be the one dying."
At the end of El's words, spheres of light formed around her...
Kwang! Kwang!
"?!"
"What..."
El, Laiyet, Insers, and the other academy students—one by one—began to be covered in powerful ice.
It was the same ice that had protected people during the Frostia incident.
"Whoa."
Veil exhaled in surprise.
To think she could produce ice of that intensity in such massive quantities.
'Bad matchup.'
The other Murderers might be manageable, but this one was on another level.
Dark All. Dagini Veil.
One of the transcendent otherworlders at the peak of the Outsiders, infamous as dangerous scum.
His cruelty and power were all too well-known.
"Fucking bitch melts one and traps even more?"
"......"
Cold sweat beaded on Clarit's cheek amid Veil's growling killing intent.
"Hey! Clarit! Melt it!!"
"Clarit?!"
El and Mayal screamed her name, but Clarit didn't budge.
"...Hmm. Smart girl. I like girls like that. Yeah."
Veil reached out.
"But y'know, I fucking hate women who ignore me!"
Kwaaaa!
Darkness stretched like blades, coiling toward Clarit.
Blue light emanated from her artifact and body, pushing back the dark.
"Oho? Blocks this output too? Let's see how much you can handle."
True to his word, the darkness's power surged at an insane rate.
Clarit gritted her teeth, enduring while scanning the surroundings.
First, among the Murderers: a near-naked woman in an outfit more revealing than a dancer's—the one from earlier.
As she danced, a strange scent spread, and the tavern's men suddenly grew dazed, eyes glazing over as their arms went limp.
"Wh-What?"
"What's wrong, honey?!"
Charm, mind control!
Clarit clenched her teeth at the tricky technique.
"Alright! Everyone, eyes here!"
A skinny, shabby man in glasses and a tracksuit grinned.
A device the size of a magic communicator. A smartphone.
Soon, eerie footage played on the screen—swirling images laced with static.
The women froze upon seeing it.
Thankfully, the knowledgeable academy students had already averted or closed their eyes long ago.
"Come on, everyone strip..."
The bespectacled man's command made the women move to obey—but the bald man nearby intervened.
Grinning sleazily, he shook his head as if now wasn't the time, and his glasses-wearing ally with whom he got along well halted the order.
With everyone already neutralized, they could afford to take it easy.
The moment Clarit gritted her teeth again.
"Hey."
"!"
"You ignoring me to look elsewhere, you bitch?"
Veil, now close, formed a dark fist and slammed it into Clarit's gut.
"Kuhk...!"
An impact too heavy for a mere fist buckled her knees.
The next instant, Veil grabbed her hair and smashed her face into the floor, snorting derisively.
"Just pointless struggling... Huh?"
Clarit was subdued.
Yet the ice didn't melt.
Moreover, Veil was suddenly trapped in ice with a kwang.
But regrettably, it was an afterimage—he'd already dodged and stood before Clarit.
"...This is hilarious? Gonna tough it out alone? Huh?"
"......"
"Not answering? You bitch."
Thwack!
"...!"
A kick smashed into Clarit's lovely face.
Blood burst from her nose, but Veil ignored it, yanking her up by the hair and slapping her cheeks viciously.
"Melt it. Melt it. Melt the fucking ice, you bitch."
"Y-You bastard!"
"Stop it!"
"That...!!"
El, Mayal, and Laiyet glared wide-eyed and shouted, but Veil just scoffed in disbelief.
Even so, he didn't let his guard down inwardly.
'To think the unawakened heirs of the Ten Heroes' legacies are this strong... Damn.'
This world only got more fucked the more he learned, Veil thought, pausing the violence for now.
Gazing at Clarit's bloodied face, Hamart threw a fit and yelled at Veil.
"Youuu!"
"What."
Slap!
"Agh!"
Veil closed the distance in an instant and slapped Hamart.
Hamart went slack-jawed, babbling before slumping back into his seat.
The Murderers burst into laughter.
"What a retard!"
"Fucking hilarious, kekekekek!!"
Looking at her pathetic lover, Clarit felt nothing.
She just calculated inwardly how long until reinforcements arrived.
Veil clicked his tongue, gazing down at the defiant-eyed Clarit who refused to break.
"Sigh. Hey. Let's film the declaration of war first."
At Veil's words, the Murderers sprang into action.
Soon after, declarations echoed across the floating island, and Murderers began popping up everywhere, wrecking districts.
And dozens of minutes passed...
"Ah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck."
Dull thuds. Monotonous punches.
Even after taking them so long, Clarit didn't utter a single groan.
Her piercing, icy gaze remained unchanged.
"Fucking tough bitch. Ah, fuck."
A masked man cautiously suggested to the grumbling Veil.
"Heard Ten Great Family heirs train brutally. Maybe torture training too? Wanna try torturing her?"
"Not a bad idea."
"......"
Torture remark.
Even hearing the brutal words, Clarit showed no tremor in her eyes.
Veil tsked and resumed pounding her nose and eye sockets.
"Know when a woman's hottest?"
Thud! Thwack!
"......"
"When her face is all swollen. Especially when a feisty bitch begs for mercy... Oh man! Premature knight ejaculation!!"
Thud! Thud! Thud!
El ground her teeth to a crunch, and tears soaked Mayal's face.
This ice.
Meant to protect people, it could normally be exited at will by those trapped if their will held.
But not now.
Clarit had altered the spell's effect.
Changing it required jaw-dropping power.
How much mana—and Prynar—had she used?
'If not for this, Clarit could've fought properly...!'
Why waste mana and get subdued in one go?
El was furious.
She understood—Clarit was protecting them, enduring for later.
But if only she'd trusted them a bit more. Fought and endured together. That's what she thought.
Even in anger, El coldly assessed the enemies' strength.
That Veil—even at full strength, unwinnable.
Without him at least...
"Hey. Gonna summon the Demon King for a bit. Break the ice by then. Got it, baldy?"
"Don't worry. Could break one even now."
"Yeah. Counting on your nullification? Kill you if you fail."
"Hahaha. Got it!"
As Veil headed for the door.
Six more entered.
No reinforcements—these were clearly Murderers.
And...
"I-Instructor Yapuno!!"
Mayal screamed.
The ragdoll-like man with broken limbs was unmistakably academy instructor Yapuno.
"What? Already caught one? An instructor too?"
At Veil's question, the Murderers—and a blond man—sneered.
"Yeah. Was fucking weak, kekeke."
"Ah, shut up, you moron. Nearly got my ass kicked helping you."
"Fuck off. Wanna die, shithead?"
The blond grabbed the fallen Yapuno and slapped him.
A whoosh of air, and Yapuno spun into the cluster of ice-trapped students.
"......"
Yapuno was slothful, but strong.
Seeing him captured in such a pitiful state shocked the students deeply.
"Hey, Brija. That the reinforcement you wanted? Huh? That fucker? Kekekekeke."
"......"
"Keep waiting. The longer it drags, the more you suffer."
Clarit let out a smirk.
Melt the ice?
They'd cast vile spells on the students, making things far worse.
This situation was the right, best call.
No one else mattered—Clarit's, Brija's mana was frozen solid like the ice, impervious to other spells. No risk for her.
Unfortunately, trapping herself in an ice pillar meant she couldn't control the others. Mana flow blocked.
She'd considered encasing them too, but no.
Veil wasn't at full power, but if he went serious, the ice would shatter.
She held off to avoid killing the hostages inside.
Just a matter of time.
If this dragged on...
"Ah... Bitch smirking again."
Bam!
Darkness struck Clarit's body again. Gazing coldly at her as she vomited blood, Veil finally headed out to summon the Demon King.
Ten left behind.
...Bad.
They were formidable too.
Fighting now meant casualties for sure.
Wait longer.
Still...
Clarit closed her eyes, watching Veil turn this space into their domain, open a gate, seize the hero system device, and prepare to demand terms from the kingdom and island.
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"Status?"
At Queen Eniris's question, the vassals began reporting.
Situation: direst.
Floating island under attacks everywhere... Instructors could handle those.
But the Prynar Academy students trapped in the Great Mage's Repose—potential international incident?
"With time dragging and no compliance to demands, they're demanding we send someone to explain."
"Or they'll kill two..."
"Hoo."
Confirmed: Dark All Veil among them.
No bluff.
"Then select one skilled and send them. Turn their arrogance against them."
"Can't."
The knight in golden armor.
Royal Guard Vice-Captain spoke gloomily.
"Why?"
"Academy professors observed from afar. That place is now their field."
Eniris understood, biting her lip.
The vassal continued cautiously.
"Even an Igula-level mage would get subdued fast. It's turned into terrain favoring them heavily. Plus, from Veil's profile, likely plans to kill our envoy as an example."
"Academy professors interpreted the spells on the Great Mage's Repose."
Confirmed: auto-seal spells, debuffs draining enemy HP only, hypnosis, charm—mind attacks galore.
Send an envoy? High chance they die.
Don't? One hostage in the Repose dies.
Eniris clutched her head with one hand.
'...Coldly by value, we need a proper sacrifice.'
Many from Ten Great Families and comparable nobles held hostage.
Of course save the students. But... but...
'Time for the Ten Great Families to move too......'
As Eniris considered joining them, a vassal interjected.
"Her Majesty ordered an envoy sent."
Eniris snapped irritably.
"Where is that Her Majesty now?"
"We... regretfully don't know..."
Seeing the Vice-Captain averting eyes, Eniris bit her lip.
Where was he in this crisis?
Had His Majesty fled to dodge responsibility?
Still call himself king?
Then.
"Your Majesty!"
A disheveled minister burst into the council room. Some glared at the impropriety, but Eniris waved them off and addressed him.
"You look winded. Drink some water and calm down first."
At her order, a servant brought water.
After gulping it down and catching breath, Eniris asked.
"What is it?"
"The Hart Clan volunteered someone as envoy to the Great Mage's Repose!"
Ooh.
Sighs of relief.
Relief at a sacrifice? Eniris frowned at the distasteful sound.
Who gets sacrificed as if it's obvious?
"Who? I'll meet them."
"Th-They're already en route."
"...Who exactly?"
The minister named someone, and Eniris's jaw dropped.
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20 minutes after Veil left.
"Heh, hehihi. R-Really. Veil's gone."
The bloated pig sidled up to the bald man, poking his elbow.
"Hey. Hey, monk."
"What?"
"Can I eat her? Huh? Fuck her then eat?"
"If you wanna die by Veil."
"Fucking her's fine, right?"
"Recommend waiting. Though... worthless ones, do whatever."
Worthless ones.
Excluding civilians under charm and hypnosis, among those in Clarit's ice...
"M-Me, I want that gal!"
"Hmm... Ten Great Family, but effectively not anymore. That one's fine. Or how 'bout this? I'll put in a good word with Veil—you take the gal, I take the ice girl?"
Filthy, repulsive talk.
Even more repulsive: the other Murderers weren't disgusted—they cackled like it was fun.
Mayal's face twisted in fury.
Better bite her tongue dead than endure that insult.
They seemed about to break the ice somehow—she resolved to attack with her life the moment it shattered...
Kwachang!
"Huh?"
Someone broke free of the ice and stepped out.
Insers, in her young, seductive girl form.
"Wh-What?"
The Murderers tensed at the sudden event.
Did she have some ace up her sleeve?
This was Elryunar, crawling with monsters. Anything could pop out on the street.
Couldn't relax.
But Insers's words were utterly unexpected.
She pointed at one man and cooed cutely.
"Oppa~"
"O-Oppa?"
"Yeah. You're oppa, right?"
"Heh, hehehe. Hehehehe."
The bald man—the monk—eyed Insers.
Uniform, but sleeveless.
The sexy uniform straight out of manga made his crotch twitch.
Not just that. Her petite, childlike body—thighs, arms, collarbone, armpits, smooth shoulders... Nothing wasn't arousing.
'Kid-like body, yet overflowing with sex appeal?'
Before he knew it, the monk's crotch stood rigid.
Insers clung to him, tickling around his navel with slender fingers.
"Can I do it instead~?"
"D-Do what instead?"
"You know? S-E-X."
"......!!"
Dizzying allure shook the monk's mind.
Still, he glanced at his comrades for any issues.
The Murderers checked status windows and nodded.
"Not on caution list. Probably glitched."
"Do what you want."
"Heh, hehe, hehehehe."
The ice would take a bit anyway. Could break it now.
So, sate his desires.
Ravish, beat, crush this cute, sexy girl—fulfill his unique fetish, then break the ice. No rush.
And anticipation.
Expectation she'd show something beyond his fetish made the monk follow dazedly.
Insers, walking slightly ahead, pointed upstairs with a slim finger.
"Embarrassing here, so upstairs? Huh? Huh?"
"Mm..."
"Hey, why not right here where we can see?"
"What can that brat do? Let 'em go."
The woman spoke, and blond Juice shrugged indifferently.
"Hurry though. I'm next."
"Got it. Hehehehe."
Thus, Insers and the monk vanished beyond the stairs...
"Huff! Huff!"
The panting pig pounced atop Clarit.
"H-Hey, you got a b-boyfriend?"
"......"
"If you do, bring him! Gonna do it right in front of him!"
How was every action so revolting?
She felt Hamart trembling far off.
Knew it wasn't his fault, but disappointment was inevitable.
Always acting like he treasured Clarit, like she was his only one...
'...No.'
Expecting anything from others is weak.
Expect, only to be let down.
Not just Hamart—untrained civilians, most people would act the same.
No heroes risking life for others.
"...Ptoo."
Bloody spit to the face.
The pig blanked momentarily, then raised a fist and smashed her face.
"Sp-Spitting?! Me! I-I'm offering to h-hold you! How dare you! Dare! Y-You, bitch!"
"......"
Crack! Crack!
"Th-Think I'm a joke?! Huh?! You fucking bitch!!"
"Hey, pig! Stop!! Fuck up the face and it's no fun, asshole."
"He-Heal it!"
Disgusting.
Too disgusting.
This what Outsiders... are?
Asita glared in rage, then shook her head. No.
At least Dre wasn't like that.
Deceptive bastard maybe, but not this filthy.
Just these Murderers.
Medeus avoided ice and charms/hypnosis but showed no sign of moving.
He eyed the glasses-wearing Asita, signaling stay put—as long as he and his collection target were safe.
If Asita stepped out and revealed her face, the Murderers' reactions were predictable.
'Don't make me laugh.'
After ice, at Medeus's urging she wore the round glasses—but she couldn't endure anymore.
Clarit suffering like that, and she stays put for safety? Friend?
Asita removed her glasses.
Murderers, who hadn't noticed at first, one by one turned to her.
And gaped in pure awe.
"...Heard about Twelve Beauties, wondered where the top was."
"Wow, whoa!"
Men awed, women annoyed.
Asita Leisia's bare face held that much power.
"A-Asita?!"
Medeus panicked, and the pig beating Clarit's face lost his wits too.
"M-Me first!"
"What first, pig fuck. We'll rotate anyway, her first..."
"Pfft."
A snort broke the silence.
Clarit.
"...You just lau... Gyaa?!"
Ice surged; the pig lost balance, and sharp ice shredded his pants.
His lower half exposed, Clarit burst out laughing.
"Thought it must be impressive for all the bragging... Wait, does that even register going in?"
The others clutched bellies at the tiny, fat-buried dick.
"She's right!! Pig! Fucking tiny!"
"Uahahahaha!"
Face beet-red from the mockery, the pig bellowed.
"Shut up!!"
The Murderers should've raged—but stayed quiet.
Crunch. His body shifted. Blackening skin hardened, and his tiny dick swelled massively.
This mode's pig wasn't to be trifled with.
"Th-This small?! This?!"
Even the blond, proud of his own, backed off with an "Ooh." Impressive size.
But Clarit still sneered.
"Won't matter. You'll die soon."
"You... bitch!"
Slap!
Grabbed her hair, relentlessly slapping cheeks.
Monotonous slaps echoed.
"Stop it!"
Asita shrieked, but attention stayed off her.
Clarit had successfully refocused them.
She thought—no need for Asita to suffer too.
"F-Fuck! Yeah! See if you talk so tough with it in!"
"......"
Earlier, ice might've blocked—but impossible now.
The pig was stronger than expected.
More repulsive too.
No help.
Hamart just trembled crying; academy students strained against ice to no avail.
What to do.
Losing virginity itself? Not scary.
People's reactions—that terrified.
Fear Hamart, father later scorning her as useless, more trash.
No one coming to save anyway.
Since childhood, compared to Kalrir, her only ally was guard knight Anna.
She knew well.
World's lonely.
Even close friends El, Maychi, Gold, Nelph, Raldd, Pallyu... drifted by family, relations.
Sister Kalrir was kind once—but became foe...
Resigning to reality, her eyes caught the tavern entrance turned portal-like.
Enter that, Murderers' debuffs stack endlessly—strongest become useless.
Skilled ones noticed.
So no one coming through that gate, entrance.
No one risking life to help others.
Expectations of others long abandoned.
Clarit turned icy eyes back to the pig.
He flinched but spitefully tore her skirt.
But. Why.
Thinking virginity, why that dumb, creepy, pointless nice guy...
Thud.
"......"
She turned her head.
Blinked.
Hallucination?
Appeared right after thinking—must be.
But... not.
Surroundings reacted first.
"...Huh?"
"What? When'd that guy enter?"
Murderers panicked at the shabby swordsman entering.
He slowly, very slowly scanned around... then saw Clarit's bloodied face.
But briefly.
The barrier of auto-seal, charm, hypnosis effects filling the room assailed him...
Shing.
His drawn sword sliced the air.
One Murderer—the masked man—panicked visibly, but others hadn't grasped yet.
"...Hey."
A low voice quietly echoed.
That man's voice so cold?
Thinking so, his words were warmest to Clarit.
"Who did that to her face?"
"...Who're you?"
"Y-Yeah, who! Ruining the fun now, you fu... Uh..."
The pig trailed off, looking down.
His dangling dick gone—replaced by bloodied mess.
"G-Gyaaaaaaaagh!"
Seeing the rolling pig, he—Dre—quipped.
"Not even a futanari, and this ugly fuck dangling that tiny thing around?"
Dre swung his sword disgustedly; Mayal cried out tearfully.
"D-Dre!!"