Romeo and Julietta -7- The Death of an Orc: That Was the Beginning
-Crunch!!
Suddenly, without any warning, a few orcs exploded as their bodies tore apart and flew through the air.
-Kwaaa!!
-Whoooosh!!
Then came the belated roar of thunder and the rush of wind.
-Boom!!
-Clop, clop. A black horse stepped atop the orc it had just killed.
It hadn't even attacked. It had merely brushed past nearby. But even that simple act turned into a fatal blow due to its overwhelming speed and the resulting shockwave.
-Kwaaaang!!
-Whoooosh!!
Once more, the roar echoed without warning.
-Crash!!
-Crunch!!
One orc flew dozens of meters before slamming into the ground. Its body was a mangled mess, like a crushed tomato. Bones shattered, organs and flesh burst open, blood splattered everywhere. If you imagined a person absentmindedly swatting a mosquito and it exploding, but replace the mosquito with an orc—that was the vibe. No scene expressed "turned into a bloody pulp" better than this.
And in the spot where that orc had stood was
nothing but a single black horse.
"..."
“...”
“…”
“…”
The gazes from the horses that had swatted the orcs like flies were filled with utterly cold, chilling malice.
“Buh, buhiiit!?”
“Buhiiiit!??!!”
The orcs, clearly sensing the presence of a supreme predator, turned tail and fled without a second thought.
But
-Swish
-Thud
Graceful petals danced in the air as a figure descended elegantly into the orcs' path of retreat.
-Click!!
She held a pair of guns in her hands, each exuding an inorganic chill. She looked like an angel descending from the heavens. An elegant being of crystalline beauty that seemed to brighten the surroundings. Like a single lily flower.
“Buh, buhiiit!?”
“Buhiiiit!?”
Normally, orcs would get excited at the sight of such a prime female, but they couldn't. Instead—
-Chill!!
Terror gripped them.
-Hummm…
From the angel-like figure emanated a sensation so primal even these brutes could instantly recognize it. The instinctive fear all living creatures harbored since the dawn of time: death.
Yes, she was
“It seems pests are infesting Master's chambers...”
the Angel of Death. That was the fitting title.
“Exterminating pests is also a maid's duty...”
-Click
The black guns—unknown to most in this world, let alone the orcs—were aimed at them. Her eyes held an icy, frigid expression. Anyone who knew Masa's original, Julietta, would be shocked that the once gentle, endlessly kind girl could wear such a face.
And then
“Executing.”
their death sentence was pronounced.
-Thud
She took a graceful step, like a dancer's.
-Swish
Her movements flowed like an elegant dance, and at the same time
-Bang!! Bang!!
Flames spat from muzzles that had somehow already locked on target.
-Crunch!! Crunch!!
“Buh, buhiiit!?”
“Buhiiiit!!?”
Two orcs' heads exploded from bullets fired at speeds impossible for handguns, let alone personal firearms. To the orcs, it was an inexplicable sight—their comrades' heads suddenly bursting beside them.
But that wasn't the end.
-Pew pew pew!!
-Swish!!
The fired bullets curved back into motion. Instead of losing kinetic energy and arcing to the ground, they flew through the air with undiminished speed, as if guided by will, seeking their next targets.
-Crunch!!
“Buh, buhiii…!!”
-Boom!! Crunch!!
Silver afterimages trailed like echoes behind bullets accelerated to speeds where sound couldn't keep up.
And
-Bang!!
-Bang!!
-Bang bang bang!!
-Bang bang!!
As orcs dropped nonstop from the relentless bullets, more rounds fired mercilessly.
-Swish!!
-Rustle!!
Masa massacred the orcs with flashy, beautiful dance-like movements, guns blazing. Thanks to remote vision, her effective range spanned dozens of kilometers. The orcs had no hope of escaping this semi-automatic judgment.
“Mmph!”
“Mmph!!”
“Mooo!”
As if refusing to be outdone, the horses sprang into action, executing the orcs as well.
And while Masa and the horses slaughtered the orcs,
“Heh, the newbie's got some moves.”
Kangjang, Dena, and Mari had slipped out through the open carriage door to watch the spectacle. Kangjang commented on Masa's performance, appraising her like a pro.
“Of course. There might be differences in ability and compatibility, but our ranks are equal.”
Dena replied matter-of-factly. It had to be that way—they all shared levels with their master, Park Seokgil.
“True enough. Including us, nothing Master creates could be weak.”
Why weren't they joining the fight and just watching from here? Simple. No need for them to step in, and Masa was a fresh undead, born not long ago. She knew how to wield her power in theory, but putting it into practice was another matter entirely. So the trio yielded her the chance to rack up merits and earn praise.
Even these wicked undead had camaraderie. More precisely, a bond from being bound to the same master. And they judged it beneficial for him.
“Oh my~ Are you three just going to keep watching Masa like that?”
Then Mari teased from behind, her tone playful.
“Why? Something left to do?”
“Hmm? Praising Master? Or rubbing against where Master was to savor his scent?”
“Or bowing toward where Master is?”
Mari clapped with a grin at their responses.
“Haha~ Those are important too, but did I have to remind you of the glorious task of preheating the bed before Prince arrives?”
“!?!?”
“!?!?”
Dena and Kangjang froze, faces a mix of shock at forgetting such a vital duty and surprise at being caught off guard.
“Then I'll handle this crucial mission. See ya~”
-Poof
With that, Mari vanished via teleportation magic.
“Ack!! Wait!! Me too!! I'll warm Master's bed!!”
“Forget it—I'll do it better than you cold ones! I was made from a fire dragon's corpse!!”
-Boom!!
-Shiiiing!!
Shouting as much, the two—transcending human common sense and biological limits—chased Mari at insane speeds. Their target: the bed Park Seokgil had installed inside the carriage, looted from North Korea.
Today, too, the undead lived in peace.
The orc village subjugation was over.
But after the far-too-easy cleanup, what remained was the more annoying aftermath: tending to the captured humans.
'But that's not my job.'
It fell entirely to Tibolt, the territory's resident and soon-to-be lord.
“Don't worry. I've sent a messenger pigeon, so the territory's soldiers will arrive soon. We'll protect you until then.”
“Ugh… Thank you, young master..”
“Th-thank you so much…”
He distributed the food the orcs had looted, soothing them. His leadership and charisma kept things from boiling over.
“I owe you big. I'll never forget today's deed.”
“Just doing my job for pay—no need to overthank me.”
“No, sir!! I'll make bards spread word of your valor far and wide across the territory!!”
No need for that, but
“Anyway, let's talk rewards.”
“Of course!! First, let's wrap this up—come with me to the capital manor? We'll treat you royally and pay handsomely.”
“Hmm..”
I pondered. Busy enough hunting corpses for undead—did I need to follow Tibolt? Honestly, meh.
“Fancy treatment” paled next to the nonstop harem orgy marathons of irresponsible creampie pounding with my Living Death girls.
Normal food barely tasted good anymore anyway.
'At least my Living Death girls' love juices were tasty.'
Turned out all their bodily fluids were made of mana, like my essence. They mimicked the living perfectly but weren't truly alive. So their fluids were a delicacy to me.
Anyway,
“Sorry, pass on the hospitality. Got places to be.”
“I see.. Then at least the capital for your reward..”
He seemed disappointed—I'd refused the treatment despite my strength. Probably thought he could forge ties.
“About that reward. Not material stuff—something else.”
“You mean..?”
Gold from this world was just shiny rocks to me. My inventory overflowed with useless gold and the Auroria Fantasia currency, ducats.
Gold's only value was shiny trinkets for my girls.
“You mentioned ruins before, then Daradul Great Swamp.. Turns out both routes pass your territory?”
So I proposed convenience through Capulet barony lands.
“That all you want?”
“Plenty.”
Monsters killed were monsters killed. And really, I should be grateful. He'd raised a ripe young lady perfectly for me.
Plus,
The orc subjugation filled my exp gap. I allocated the level to Undead Meister.
“I see…”
But Tibolt misunderstood, looking moved. Probably thought I was some noble, money-shunning soul.
-Swish
He pulled something from his pocket: Julietta's ring.
-Humm!!
Manipulating it summoned a magic circle-like display. Some ID-verifying magic tool. He tapped a few characters.
“Take this. Use the Capulet name, and no one in the barony will dare slight you.”
“You sure?”
Wasn't it his sister's keepsake(?)?
“Yes. Kind Julietta would've been thrilled an hero who avenged her wore it.”
A tinge of quiet sadness.
“I'll inform the admins to smooth your travels—no issues.”
“Good. Do that.”
We exchanged farewells and blessings, then parted.
I headed back to the carriage and my Living Death crew.
“Hmm, orcs were holed up here too, huh.”
First sight: my carriage, coachman, horses, and dozens of orc corpses.
'Considering the raiding party, decent numbers.'
“Heehee”
“Mmph mmph!!”
“Mooo!!”
“Mmmoo!!”
Sensing my return, the coachman and horses greeted me ecstatically.
“Good job house-sitting. Rewards later—inside the carriage.”
“Heehee♥”
“Mooo!!♥”
“Mmph mmph!!♥”
“Ooo!!♥”
The word "reward" lit their faces with joy. Coachman too, eyes full of anticipation.
I ignored their hot, moist, thick gazes and entered the carriage.
-Creak
And inside, what I saw was
“Auu!!”
“Weee!!”
Kangjang and Dena pressing their soft, powerful breasts against me.
And "Dau~"
Masa greeting me demurely.
Finally—
-Rustle
“Prince~ Your loyal slave Mari has been warming your bedding~”
Mari, lifting the covers from the bed to reveal herself.
“How about a nap on my soft breasts as your pillow~?”
-Swish
She stroked the plush bed—and her even plusher breasts seductively. Her huge tits squished lewdly against the sheets, nipples poking more prominently through the patch. Her massive ass and pussy peeked teasingly from under the covers, adding erotic allure.
“Grrr, can't hold back!!”
-Shing!!
“Kyaa~♥”
I leaped straight at Mari and fucked her brains out.
“Hehe, Master!!”
“Don't forget us!!”
I pounded Kangjang and Dena too, resuming our daily routine.
And now, time for the
"Dau~"
main dish.