Chapter 206
Chapter 206
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 206
Chapter Title: Hell - 6
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“Those trash heaps use this kind of magic circle, huh.”
Kaykilia muttered as she slowly examined the magic circle engraved with the inverted pentagram.
“You’re exactly right.”
“Is there any issue with us using it?”
“No. There shouldn’t be any problems at all.”
“Then that settles it.”
Even though I’d said it was fine with absolutely no basis, Kaykilia accepted it without question. She didn’t seem to have any intention of verifying my words.
Margarita was squatting on the ground, inspecting the magic circle, when she cautiously spoke up while glancing at Kaykilia. Kaykilia showed no particular reaction.
“I’ve never actually seen this thing activate before. Bringing us all the way here means you know how to use it, right?”
“That’s probably the case.”
Margarita looked at me with fresh surprise and shook her head.
“What the hell are you, anyway? You know about stuff like this too? A normal person… no, you’re definitely not normal. But come on, does it make sense for a human to know every magic circle drawn in Hell?”
I gave a light laugh and dodged the question. Margarita didn’t seem to expect an answer anyway, and with a knowing expression, she squatted back down and poked at the magic circle.
This inverted pentagram magic circle, drawn in various spots across the field, was a unique feature of the Demons’ Sanctuary DLC among the four firmly themed Brand DLCs.
There were only two statues in the entire field, but you could use the inverted pentagram magic circle to teleport anywhere in the region.
Of course, the area near the boss room was blocked by some unknown force. That’s why the remaining statue was right in front of the boss room.
“This way.”
I led them to the edge of the cliff. Across from us loomed a sheer cliff face, and below stretched an enormous valley of immense length and depth.
I pointed at something faintly visible on the opposite cliff.
“Go in there and activate the altar. Then we’ll be able to use the magic circle.”
Margarita recoiled, intimidated by the height of the sheer cliff, and took a step back. Kaykilia peered down into the valley, frowning, then looked up.
“At this distance, it seems possible to leap across. Would that do?”
“…There’s another way, so no need for that, Your Majesty.”
I inwardly stuck out my tongue at the idea of jumping over a chasm that looked at least 30 to 40 meters wide, and positioned myself at a spot slightly to the right of the cliff edge where something protruded unnaturally.
Then, without hesitation, I stepped out into empty air.
Before a startled Margarita could shout “Wait,” my right foot landed on the air beyond the cliff and stopped. I heard someone behind me gasp.
I stepped forward with my other foot. From the outside, it looked like I was walking on air as I turned my body.
“See?”
“Uh, uh-huh?”
Margarita’s eyes went wide as she stared at me floating in midair.
“As you can see, it’s transparent platforms. Just walk across like this.”
“…Understood.”
Kaykilia gave a small nod and stepped into the air beside me. Her leather boot stomped on what appeared to be empty space and moved forward.
“Delta, can you mark these platforms?”
“It’d be faster to see for yourself.”
I returned to the cliff, scooped up some sand, and sprinkled it on the transparent platform. The sand turned transparent upon contact and vanished.
“It’s some special magical treatment. I get it now.”
“…I’ll stay here. You guys go.”
Margarita squatted down, declaring she absolutely couldn’t cross. She had the look of a bold, sultry Latina beauty, but seeing her like this created a weird disconnect from her image.
Well, if we’re talking the biggest gap between appearance and personality, it’d have to be Lize. That haughty cat-like face hiding that kind of temperament.
“Got it. Your Majesty already cleared out all the demons around here anyway, so nothing will show up. Just wait here.”
As I turned to go, Margarita hesitated, then cautiously added something.
“…Hey. I get it if it takes a while, and I’ll wait patiently, but it won’t take too long, right?”
“…?”
Leaving the oddly speaking Margarita behind, I walked across the transparent platforms with Kaykilia.
About halfway across the cliff, I stopped Kaykilia as strange ripples came into view. She looked precisely where I was staring and jerked her chin toward it.
“That’s the reason?”
“Yes, Your Majesty.”
The door beyond the cliff was aligned straight with the magic circle, but as you could tell from the platforms starting to the right of it, the angle was off by quite a bit.
The trap caused by that angle was a section that bent left once.
If you had sharp eyes, you might think “trap” upon seeing the ripples ahead, but first-time players crossing here usually didn’t think that far and just walked straight into a plummeting death.
I’d done the same.
“What vile taste. Only those disgusting creatures could come up with something like that.”
“I agree.”
We soon arrived at the door we’d faintly seen from the magic circle. I flung it open. With a heavy rumble, dust clinging to the door scattered everywhere.
We entered. The moment Kaykilia stepped inside, she scowled at the rows of demon statues lining both sides and drew her holy sword.
I left the obvious aftermath alone and headed to the altar. Sounds of something shattering behind me filled the air.
While Kaykilia smashed the statues, I stood before the central altar and stepped on the platform. Indentations opened on both sides of the altar, and red blood began flowing out to fill it.
Soon, the altar was brimming with blood. The indentations returned to normal. By then, Kaykilia had finished pulverizing all the statues and approached me.
“Is it done?”
“Yes. Now we just head back to the magic circle.”
“Every little thing about this place is utterly repulsive. That’s why they must be exterminated.”
Kaykilia still hadn’t shaken off her irritation even after smashing all the statues. Thorns laced her tone.
A fleeting thought crossed my mind—should we really use the demons’ magic circle?—but I dismissed it. Given her personality, if she didn’t want to use it, she would’ve said so already.
Just as I, the one who’d activated the altar, was about to step out, Kaykilia’s voice stopped me.
“Where do you think you’re going without my permission? Stop right there.”
“…What is it, Your Majesty?”
I turned around. Kaykilia strode toward me. Her expression made it nearly impossible to guess her feelings, so I waited tensely for her next words.
She came right up to me, close enough to embrace.
Smack.
She kissed me.
‘What the… suddenly?’
The soft touch of her lips and the warm body heat of the woman pressed against me brought more confusion than excitement.
As I stood there dumbfounded, unable to keep up, Kaykilia pressed her body even closer. I could feel the sensation of her lingerie supporting her breasts against my chest.
“Ngh…”
Faint moans began to escape. Hers, of course. She gripped my wrists tightly to keep me from pulling away and suddenly slipped her tongue between my lips.
“Churp… Hnng…”
With slight sticky sounds, her body shuddered. Just like last time, a mere kiss had her thighs rubbing together as she reached a light climax.
I had no idea what she wanted, but the best move was to finish her off quickly and ask later. She didn’t seem like she’d let me pull away from the kiss now anyway.
With my free hand, I grabbed her ass. Confirming her whole body trembling, I kneaded it like I would her breasts, while sliding my other arm inside her suit coat.
Since I was responding rather than trying to escape, she released my wrist willingly.
I slipped my arm inside the coat, tracing her spine to find the dip. Her blouse was so thin it was slightly sheer, making it easy to locate by feel alone.
I pressed firmly into the dip near her tailbone with my fingers, wrapping my tongue around the one in my mouth. I slid my fingers up the indented line while squeezing her ass harder.
“—!!!!!!”
Kaykilia convulsed immediately, reaching climax. She couldn’t even breathe properly, only muffled moans escaping her sealed lips as her body quivered.
Yet she still hadn’t pulled away. This wasn’t enough. I moved the fingers that had reached her wingbones along her spine up to her underarm.
Tickling her underarm with my fingers made her twist her body every which way. While stroking her waistline, I slid down to her side.
I kneaded the iliac crest barely covered by her suit pants a few times, then went lower. As my fingers trailed down her lower abdomen, her body jolted.
Finally, I reached out and stroked the inside of her thigh.
“Ngh, ah! Hnng!”
A sound close to a cry rather than a moan leaked from Kaykilia’s lips. Her body twisted more violently than ever.
Once the convulsions ended, our lips parted. Kaykilia’s knees buckled, and she leaned against me. I wrapped an arm around her back to support her collapsing form.
Silence fell. Only the sound of her ragged breathing—haah, haah—filled the air as she buried her face in my chest. Seizing the moment, I asked.
“Why suddenly…?”
Even after my question, it took her a while of heavy breathing before she finally lifted her head. Her face retained its former sternness, but her panting persisted.
“…Punishment.”
“Punishment?”
I asked incredulously. Kaykilia slowly nodded.
‘She’s the one who seems to be suffering more?’
I was still standing fine, while she could barely hold herself up with legs completely gone to jelly. Who was punishing whom here?
Whether this even counted as punishment was questionable. No way the mod altered common sense this far. It felt more like satisfying some selfish desire.
‘Though that’s baffling in its own way.’
Punishing me like this already? Kaykilia was just sensitive; she was far from someone who’d suddenly awakened to pleasure.
“Understood for now. Let’s head back.”
“Do as you like. The punishment isn’t over, so don’t let your guard down.”
‘Guard down?’
I chuckled inwardly and led the wobbling Kaykilia across the transparent platforms. She could walk on her own only after we were halfway across.
Margarita tilted her head, wondering why we were back so soon. Now I understood what she’d meant earlier. She seemed to have completely misunderstood our relationship.
Not that I could argue if she did.
“So, how does it work? You’re not gonna tell us?”
‘Huh?’
I stepped onto the magic circle, then froze at her question. Come to think of it, yeah. No UI popped up here. In the game, pressing E on the circle brought up the map UI.
‘…’
Silence stretched. Kaykilia and Margarita stared at me like, what’s wrong?
‘How the hell do we get inside the cas—’
The moment that thought crossed my mind, the inverted pentagram magic circle glowed red and swallowed us three. I reflexively closed my eyes, then cracked them open when nothing happened.
I looked around. We were atop familiar castle walls, with nearby demons staring at us with gleaming eyes.
‘…It worked?’
While I was inwardly shocked, Margarita let out a shrill scream and plastered herself to our backs. The demons howled in excitement at the scream.
—Kwachijik!
“Disgusting wretches, shut your mouths.”
It was pointless, of course. Kaykilia, holy sword already in hand, swung it and cleaved nearly ten demons in half. Dark red blood dripped down.
The castle interior fell silent in an instant.