Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 79
Chapter Title: Chapter 79
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Return to the Mercenary City
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Early dawn.
Natasha slung a single backpack over her shoulder and hugged the Count and his wife in turn. The tender gazes between parent and child lingered for a long while, reluctant to part.
"Natasha. The Bya family will always stand behind you, no matter where or when. So keep your shoulders back and carry yourself with pride."
"Yes, Father."
The Count finally revealed his true feelings with calm composure.
"...I didn't hold you back since you wanted to leave so badly, but that doesn't mean I'm not worried at all. If you ever feel even the slightest bit off, come straight home without hesitation. Got it?"
"I understand. ...But it'll be fine now. It's my body—I know it best."
Natasha bowed deeply to the Count and his wife one last time.
"I'll go see the wide world and learn from it, Father, Mother."
"Yes, I always believe you'll do wonderfully."
After exchanging final glances, Natasha turned and boarded the carriage. Allen, the Mercenary Leader who had been waiting beside it, also gave a deep nod to the Count—as if to say there was nothing to worry about. The Count slowly nodded back.
......She's just up and leaving like this all of a sudden.
It was only natural for grown children to leave home, but the Count's heart wasn't entirely at ease. Still, when his wife sniffled beside him, he comforted her, saying she was their daughter and would surely do well—no need to worry.
Once Allen boarded last, the carriage lurched forward with a creak. The Countess's sobs grew louder then. ...The carriage soon departed the county castle.
The carriage carrying the mercenary corps joined up with the merchant group assigned to escort duty at the city's east gate. They passed through the gate and charged vigorously down the hardened dirt road, piercing the gradually brightening dawn air.
Natasha gazed wistfully at her hometown city fading into the distance. ......But the longing slowly receded, replaced by longing and excitement for a new world swelling in her young heart.
...Father, Mother. Don't worry. I'll become a great swordmaster everyone admires and return proudly. I promise...!
She clenched her fist and thumped it against her chest, vowing as much.
A body that had overcome devil sickness. She'd conquer any hardship or adversity with mental fortitude—
Viola, leader of the 10 strongest, Viola Company, received a flood of news from the west. Among them were shocking events that had the entire continent in uproar.
- Necromancer riots.
- Fall of Hegel.
- Destruction of the Magic Tower.
- Massive war against necromancers at Behimruod.
The fall of the Magic Tower, boasting centuries of history, was enough to surprise even Viola, who rarely batted an eye at anything. It meant the necromancers' offensive had been that fierce. They'd nearly endangered a major city...
Viola ordered her subordinate to compile a full list of mercenary companies that shone in the western war. Still water stagnates, and mercenaries aged without fresh blood. Constant recruitment to keep the average age optimal was the core of the mercenary business.
The list had several familiar names, but one in particular stuck firmly in her gaze.
- Allen Mercenary Corps.
......Ah......
Beside the name, a brief note: A rising star company that appeared like lightning and performed brilliantly in the Behimruod battle. Her lips curved into a subtle smile the moment she read it.
It had been over half a year since Allen left Vermandua for money and fame. Fortunately, things seemed to be going smoothly as he'd hoped. A heaven-sent talent like 522 wouldn't falter so soon. ...He might even climb higher faster than expected.
With western news reaching here, the Allen Mercenary Corps would return to Vermandua soon. Viola imagined Allen, shedding his rookie skin to flaunt seasoned prowess. Propping her elbow on the desk and chin in hand, she smiled contentedly—then snapped out of it, startled, and shook her head vigorously.
...Good grief, getting all sentimental...
But showing favoritism to the Allen Mercenary Corps too openly could sour relations with other close companies, so she needed to maintain some distance. ...Truth be told, she couldn't help favoring them, but she'd help in secret while keeping up appearances of fairness in public. Otherwise, the other top 10 would pounce at the chance to tear into her.
Viola let out a short sigh, set the list aside, and dove back into work, anticipating her reunion with Leader Allen someday.
Half a month after departing the mid-sized city of Margas.
The Allen Mercenary Corps finally arrived at the wall-less mercenary city, Vermandua. The beggar kids, true to form, swarmed toward the members tumbling out of the carriage—only to retreat upon seeing their intimidating faces. Mess with the wrong ones, and it wasn't just a beating; wrists or ankles could get mercilessly severed... A few unfortunates had suffered as much among the beggar ranks.
The gum-titted Natasha, stepping down from the carriage, had nearly fully regained her former healthy vigor—now unmistakably a fine swordswoman. The lithe beauty rested her hand on the hilt of the sword at her waist, tapping the end with her fingers as she surveyed the city's massive crowds. With races from all directions mingled, there was plenty to gawk at.
She slung her luggage bag over her shoulder and trailed after the members heading to the inn. ...Though her breasts were mere gumdrops, hands still slyly groped for them. She sharply smacked away the naughty paws and glared daggers at the damn faces. Leader was right—this place demanded constant vigilance.
The gropers inevitably bumped shoulders with the Blind Saintess following close behind.
"Fuck, watch where you're going."
"Sorry. My eyes are closed..."
"Tch, shit."
Each shoulder-check added another coin pouch to the Saintess's bosom. She prayed inwardly, hands clasped: I'll use these donations well for the Holy Spirit.
The corps wove through deep alleys in the city center before entering an inn. They dumped their gear in a corner of the hall and settled around a round table.
"Huaaah."
Directly across from Natasha sat the big-titted mage Elena. She plopped her blatantly massive tits on the table and sighed deeply, as if the earth might cave in. Rubbing her aching shoulders.
Impossible not to stare at those breasts. ...One had to wonder if female mages stored mana in their boobs.
Food and drinks soon appeared before the members. Allen raised his glass, praising their hard work.
"Everyone did great. Eat, drink, and make merry tonight."
After the meal, the members scattered—some to rest, others to revel.
Allen and Elena secretly rented another room on the top floor and slipped inside together.
The big-titted mage, patience long exhausted, buried her face in Leader's days-old cock, sluttily inhaling its musky scent. She swiftly engulfed the salty shaft. Smitten with her revered Leader, anything from his body delighted her.
The haughty sorceress stripped bare her tits and pussy, squatting like she was pissing, and rammed Leader's cock—draped over the bed—deep into her throat with wet glucks. Meanwhile, Allen toyed with her pussy using his toes.
After dumping a thick load of semen into the big-titted mage's stomach, the Leader bent her doggy-style on the bed and mercilessly plunged into her sopping wet pussy.
"Ahng, aaang, haeut, ahng, haeung."
Her pretty lips, once calmly reciting ancient runes, now panted like a dog in summer heat, spewing lewd moans. The soft, squishy big-titted mage's pussy molded to the monstrous cock's shape, squelching with sticky tchub-tchub sounds under brutal thrusts.
"Eueot, aeuut, aaaek, aaak, haeeo, ueueuk."
Screaming as if dying, Elena finally collapsed forward, pussy gushing fluids in a splaaash. The squirting hole twitched like breathing, dripping thin drool. He rammed back into the tasty orifice without mercy.
—!!
This round even more intense fucking. The big-titted mage face-planted into the bed, choking out ak, euk gasps.
......And in the room directly below this site of beastly rutting.
Gum-titted Natasha, meditating for mental peace, squeezed her eyes shut, desperately trying to ignore the moans from above.
Such lewd trials on the first day—this was the infamous mercenary city—!
Of course, the hardcore training fanatic Natasha saw even this as part of her regimen.
Yes... this is training too. Training to maintain composure in any situation...! ...Perfect opportunity. Overcome it with mental fortitude...!
Natasha teetered on the tightrope between calm and arousal until the moans faded.
Once the marathon sex ended, she praised her unyielding spirit for not succumbing to lust. ...As if the girl who'd beaten devil sickness would crumble to mere moans.
Today's composure training: success...!
Satisfied with her daily progress, Natasha lay down and drifted to sleep.
......That night, gum-titted Natasha had a very naughty dream.
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