Chapter 116: Welcome to the Lustful Elf Forest (2)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 116: Welcome to the Lustful Elf Forest (2)
“Kyahhhhhhh!!”
The Red Dragon, fallen to the earth, let out a piercing roar, thrashing its massive tail and wings wildly.
Pain and shock.
Only those two emotions occupied the dragon's mind.
Not only had it been wounded by the attacks of mere insects, but it had actually been brought down.
The reality of its situation, as stinging as the agony in its back, drove the dragon into a state of even greater ferocity and violence.
“Grrr…!”
Suddenly, an insect walking leisurely toward it caught the dragon's eye.
The dragon knew instinctively.
That human male was the most dangerous.
And so, the dragon gathered its Flame Breath—its symbol and the privilege bestowed upon it since birth.
It did so with the grim determination to incinerate that insect this time, leaving not even a trace of ash behind.
—Whoosh!
The Flames of Destruction, rising from deep within its body, flared up instantly, seething within the dragon's maw.
Because of this, the dragon failed to realize one thing.
The man in front of it wasn't the only enemy.
“Lena!”
“Yes! I’ll take the right!”
“Then the left is mine!”
At the sound of unfamiliar insects coming from both sides, the dragon reflexively looked around.
A black-haired female bug and a blue-haired female bug were closing in like loosed arrows.
In the hands of both insects were swords shimmering with an eerie blue light.
“Kyahhhh!!”
The male who brought me down is still far away.
In that case, I will burn these insolent bugs first.
Immediately shifting its judgment, the Red Dragon prepared to spray the breath held in its mouth across its surroundings.
It believed it could deal with the bugs recklessly charging its wings that way, but—
“You are nothing more than a beast in the end.”
This time, another voice came from directly beneath its jaw, and the dragon’s gaze shifted downward.
There stood yet another insect, aiming a fist at it with a relaxed smile.
“Grrr…!”
Changing its mind once more, the Red Dragon swung a house-sized arm, intending to crush the insect that had dared to approach so closely… however.
“Hup!”
—Crack!
To its shock, the dragon’s massive arm was effortlessly deflected by a much smaller fist.
But the dragon didn't even have time to be surprised by such an impossible phenomenon.
The fist that had parried its arm was already surging toward its jaw—the very spot where it was about to unleash its breath.
“Haaah!”
A comet shot from the earth toward the heavens, exploding against the dragon’s jaw.
The excruciating pain, the likes of which it had never felt in its life, instantly pierced through its bone and scrambled its brain.
“Kyahhhhhhh!!”
As the dragon staggered, the Flames of Destruction it had held in its mouth scattered pathetically into the air.
Through the falling embers of those red flames, two streaks of blue light finally crossed.
“Secret Sword…!”
As if reenacting the myth of the hero who severed the Black Dragon’s wings in the distant past.
The two streaks of blue light leaped from the ground, perfectly severing both of the Red Dragon’s wings.
—Splurt!
From the stumps where the wings had been, blood redder than the dragon itself erupted like a fountain.
“…!”
The roar the Red Dragon let out once more had long since lost its previous menacing aura.
It was now a cry of pure, unadulterated pain.
Yet, a dragon was still a dragon.
As if to say it was still a dragon even if it could never fly again, the Red Dragon endured the horrific agony and tried to vomit out its Flame Breath one more time, but—
“Roar!”
This time, the dragon’s head was slammed into the ground by the forepaw of the Black Lion.
—Thud…
How did it come to this?
Just moments ago, I was the pinnacle of all creation, whom no one could oppose.
Why have I now been robbed of my wings and had my head ground into the dirt?
As the Red Dragon sank into these thoughts, a jet-black sword, looking as if it had been forged from the night sky itself, loomed before its eyes like a reaper’s scythe.
“Heh, Panthera, you’re pretty good.”
“Hehe, of course. Though it’s nothing compared to your arrow that brought the dragon down.”
“Hahaha.”
Only then could the dragon sense it.
The staggering amount of magic power emanating from the man standing before it.
The sheer scale of that magic power, overwhelming even to a dragon, awakened an instinctive urge to submit that it had long forgotten.
He seemed comparable to the being that had created it—no, he appeared to be an equal, a being of the same caliber.
“Shhh…!”
Save me.
If you only spare my life, I will prostrate myself before you forever.
Despite the dragon’s pathetic whimpering, which carried such a plea, Leon mercilessly aimed his Demon Sword at the dragon’s neck.
“Well then, shall we wrap this up? Dragon hunting wasn't all that much.”
—Click…
It was the sound of the Demon Sword returning to its scabbard, its job finished.
Furthermore, as Leon turned his back without a hint of lingering attachment, the dragon instinctively tried to push itself up, but—
“…?”
The dragon that had fallen once would never rise again. It slowly closed its eyes as its consciousness drifted away.
Drenching itself in its own blood as it seeped from its severed neck.
*
“Oh… it really is big, being a dragon and all.”
Roughly 20 meters long, give or take.
The dragon’s corpse, which had scorched the Great Forest, reminded me of the dinosaurs from my childhood in my previous life.
It looked something like a Brontosaurus or an Apatosaurus, but with wings and horns.
Of course, the massive, protruding fangs and the wickedly large claws made me think, Yeah, it really is a dragon.
“Whoa, it’s still hot.”
When I touched the red scales that glowed like flowing lava, I could immediately feel the searing heat.
I could probably use this as a grill for cooking meat… I was having such trivial thoughts when—
“Young Master.”
“Master~”
The Sword Saints who had cut off the dragon’s wings approached me.
“You both were magnificent. The blood of the Sword Saint is undoubtedly being carried on.”
As soon as I saw them, I couldn't help but break into a broad grin and offer an exaggerated greeting.
In response, Natalia and Helena also smiled brightly and returned a noble’s greeting.
“Hehe, even so, we cannot compare to you, Young Master.”
“That’s right~ To think you’d bring down a flying dragon with a bow of light. I never could have imagined it~”
We were sharing smiles and praise in front of the dragon’s corpse.
By the way… I wonder if dragon tastes good…?
I was looking at the thick, meaty hind legs and having that thought when—
“This is unbelievable…”
“The dragon is actually dead…!”
From the remnants of the forest that still had some shape left, elves began popping their heads out one by one and slowly approaching us.
Leading the group was the Archmage, Irene.
Irene ran toward me with eyes brimming with tears and collapsed into a heap.
“You really… you really did it…! Thank you, thank you…!”
Moreover, she was shedding pearl-like tears and sobbing in a way that made my heart ache just listening to it.
Oh my~ You shouldn't be crying like that already~
You’re going to have to wail while pinned under me from now on~
Just as I was about to reflexively lick my lips at that thought—
—Thud, thud…
With weak footsteps, an elderly female elf appeared before me.
Hmm… I guess elves do age. Though she still looks much better than a normal old lady.
From the looks of it, she seemed to be the eldest of the surviving elves—to put it simply, the representative of the surviving elves. She bowed her head to me.
“O heroes, the children of the forest shall never forget this day.”
“I only did what had to be done. So please, lift your head. My name is Leon.”
I then introduced Helena, Natalia, and Andrasta.
“Grrr!”
“And this black lion growling at me is Panthera.”
“Oh, I see. I am Rania. Though I am lacking, I serve as the Elder of the surviving elves.”
Elder Rania stood beside the sobbing Irene and kept murmuring things like, We lived because of you,Thank you,I don't know how we can ever repay this debt… and so on.
Anyway… the elves really are all beautiful…
Even though they were wounded and covered in ash, the elves were truly sparkling like fairies.
I was half-listening to Elder Rania while admiring the elves' beauty when—
“…Since that is the situation, it is shameful, but would you be willing to do that for us?”
“Eh? Do what?”
I’m sorry, but because I had been letting her words go in one ear and out the other, I didn't know what Elder Rania had said.
As I stood there blinking, Helena, who had approached my side, whispered cautiously into my ear.
‘Um… it seems that because of the dragon’s attack, all the male elves who stood and fought have perished.’
‘Oh, how tragic. And?’
‘So… Elder Rania is asking if the Young Master… would help so that the elven lineage doesn't end…’
What.
There are at least 30 elf milfs visible right now.
Are you telling me… to fill the bellies of those beautiful mamans with my seed…!
“I know well that to a hero of the Empire, this must seem like a shameless and senseless request. However, if Lord Leon does not help us, the lineage of the Great Forest’s elves will inevitably be severed…”
“First, let me clarify one thing.”
“Yes? What…?”
“I do not think you are shameless or senseless at all. Drawing one's sword for those who suffer and reaching out to the powerless is a knight's calling. I wish to help you in any way I can.”
“Ah…! Does that mean…!”
“Yes. I will do my absolute best with a joyful heart.”
As Elder Rania’s face brightened, the faces of the elf mamans standing behind her also lit up.
Good heavens… honestly, I thought at least one or two of them would dislike the idea… but to think they all want to be pregnant with my child with one mind…
Unable to believe my luck, I composed my emotions and asked Irene, who had stood up.
“Um… excuse me, Your Excellency… but… is this kind of thing… common…?”
“Oh, didn't you know?”
“Pardon? Know what?”
“Male elves are few in number, and their desires of that nature are quite thin. Therefore… elven women have no aversion to having relationships with men of other races. Though, of course, they prefer to have relationships with fellow male elves if possible.”
Ah… I see…
So such a utopia actually existed…
Then you won't have much of an aversion to being taken by me either, right?
I was having that thought while looking at Irene’s ass, which asserted its presence even through her robes, when—
The wrinkled Elder Rania approached me again.
Tsk, this old lady must have been something else when she was young. Time is truly cruel.
“Now, please follow me. It is humble, but I will lead you to our elven refuge.”
“Hahaha, yes. Thank you. Oh, and.”
“Is something the matter…?”
“I’ve heard that a dragon’s corpse is worth its weight in gold. Rebuilding the forest and your homes will surely require a vast amount of funds, so I will give you one of the dragon’s wings and several scales. If there is anything else you need, please let me know.”
“Oh…! How can you show such kindness…! Thank you, thank you…!”
As I put the perfect finishing touch on my hero act, the elf mamans who had just been watching flocked around me.
“Let’s go, Lord Leon.”
“Hurry, hurry!”
“Hahaha.”
A blessing on this wonderful world.
The moment I was surrounded by the elf mamans, the voices of several women echoed in my head.
‘Hmph, I guess I have to give up for today.’
This voice, acting indifferent but clearly sulking, was Sitri.
‘It can’t be helped…’
This voice, sounding completely drained of energy, was Helena.
‘Sigh, to think I won't be held by Master for three whole days…’
Furthermore, Natalia’s telepathy was saturated with regret.
‘I… I am fine… It is not good to be too lewd anyway…’
This voice, saying things she didn't mean while still trying to maintain her dignity, was Andrasta.
To my women, I replied with a famous line left by the greatest tough guy in history.
“I will be back.”