Chapter 70
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 70
Chapter Title: Glass Sword - 1
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Left alone, I lounged naked on the bed.
The orcs' poster girl.
How the hell am I supposed to do that?
I could understand intellectually what Dumeren had in mind when he said it,
but I still couldn't forgive Amelia.
This wasn't the time to be slacking off.
...I had to get back.
Maybe I could escape right now?
It was her mistake to blab about the war situation, claiming she trusted me.
If I bolted to the forest and hid in the zone portal, Dumeren would lose track of me.
Then, slipping through the chaos back to the imperial army—no problem.
I swept the scattered condoms aside and jumped to my feet.
"Bu-ohk!"
"Bu-ok. Get my clothes ready."
"Going out again? Bu-ok?"
"I'm leaving."
"Dumeren won't let you go quietly. Bu-ok."
"What do you know?
If I stay here any longer, I'll end up as Dumeren's bride."
Bu-ok glanced at my tits.
"What are you doing? Get my clothes."
"...If Si-hyeon runs away, Bu-ok dies. Bu-ok."
"Don't want creampie sex?"
"Black-haired bitch. Won't keep promise."
"Ugh! Bring them."
Bu-ok sniffled as he fetched my clothes.
Slipping on underwear and draping the jacket over me settled my nerves.
I'd been wandering around naked like it was normal lately, but I needed something on to go outside.
"You're really leaving? Bu-ok?"
"You've gotten chatty lately."
"Learned common tongue. Bu-ok."
"Then stop calling yourself Bu-ok. It's giving me a headache."
"No... neuro... ze?"
"...Got something to say?"
"Black-haired bitch. Looked happy with Dumeren. Bu-ok."
...Should I kick him flying?
"Hope Si-hyeon comes to our side. Bu-ok."
"I'm human. I can't just switch sides like 'this one' or 'that one.' Got it?"
"Princess Amelia said the world is changing too. Bu-ok."
"Don't mention that bitch."
"If Si-hyeon comes to our side, can do pregnancy sex with Bu-ok all day. Bu-ok."
"Who said I'd do pregnancy sex with you?"
Bu-ok approached with an ominous look.
"Si-hyeon. Dick makes honest. Bu-ok."
"Get lost."
"I'll pin you down. Bu-oht! Pussy sex makes honest."
"Ah!!"
I kicked Bu-ok's dick with all my might.
He crumpled to the floor, momentum from charging at me sending him straight into unconsciousness.
"Bu.... oht."
"Fucking hell. So annoying."
Sex is great.
But when I'm sober? No way I'm letting you cling to me just because you like dick.
Dumeren was one thing, but I had no memory of permitting it with some lowly pig orc.
I stepped on the passed-out Bu-ok.
"No sex with you. Why would I, when Dumeren's around?"
"...."
"He's really out."
Grab anything useful and bolt.
I stuffed valuables I'd eyed during days of lounging into my pockets and headed for the door when a knock sounded.
...From the window.
Startled, I whipped around. Someone was already inside.
Some woman?
A black-haired woman in a skintight mesh suit and mask stared right at me.
"Are you Si-hyeon?"
"Yeah."
She looked just like a ninja.
Armored head to toe, yet not a sound when she moved.
The only noticeable thing was the short sword at her waist.
"I'm Shin-ae, sent by Prince Seran."
"Ah...!"
"Make yourself comfortable. But that orc..."
"My only guard, and he's knocked out."
"Shall I finish him?"
"No need."
The ultimate coward Bu-ok didn't even twitch at "finish him," so he was definitely out.
...Not dead, right?
I'd kicked his balls with everything I had.
"...He won't wake up for a while."
"I came while Dumeren was away. A message from the prince."
Shin-ae handed me a letter.
"Read it here."
What did it say?
Skimming past the intro to the core.
He was pursuing Amelia, so hold position—Prince Seran's earnest plea.
Ugh...
'That fool of a princess will end up isolated and dead.'
Dumeren's words flashed through my mind.
No escape now.
If Dumeren loses, Amelia dies.
Prince Seran wants her captured alive.
Am I... the only one who can control things from the middle?
Until Prince Seran catches Amelia.
"Are you alright?"
Shin-ae asked, sensing my agitation.
"This content..."
"Only the prince and you know it. I don't even know what's written."
Top secret document...
Hena must have told Prince Seran everything that happened here.
That's why this letter demands my close cooperation.
I'm stuck.
To earn merit in the war, I can't ignore the prince's orders.
The imperial army and the prince have different top priorities.
Imperial army: "Drive out the orcs."
Prince: "Capture Amelia alive."
To fulfill the prince's goal, I need to take the initiative.
Can't let Dumeren repel the main force.
Capture Amelia first, then drive out the orcs...
That's the ideal scenario.
"If you've read it..."
"I have."
Shin-ae snapped her fingers, and the document vanished in purple flames.
"Then I'll be going.
I'll relay any other news."
"Y-you mean I have to stay here?"
"I'm just the messenger. The decision is yours."
Shin-ae's sharp gaze pierced me.
"I've left a trace on you, so I can track you even if your position changes."
"I get that, but..."
"Any message for the prince?"
Damn. No choice now.
Have to play to the prince's taste.
Will he appreciate my suffering?
"...Amelia's moving independently with the White Knights, separate from Dumeren.
Tell him if you push the orcs too hard, she'll fall into the imperial army's hands."
Shin-ae widened her eyes slightly and swallowed.
"...Understood. I'll deliver it."
Whoa. What was that.
She vanished like the wind.
...I stared blankly at where Shin-ae had been.
"Bu.... buo...."
Then Bu-ok groaned.
Tears and snot streaming—he must've been in serious pain.
"Hey, you okay?"
I helped Bu-ok up.
"Black-haired bitch.... too mean.... sob sob.... Bu-ok always cleans, does laundry, waaah...."
"Okay, okay. Hey, sorry.
Escape plan's off. Keep being my servant."
"Bu-ok...!!"
Bu-ok passed out again.
...Did I overdo it?
Feeling a twinge of guilt, I decided to lay him on the bed.
Ugh. So heavy.
I dragged him over, propping him up, and somehow got him onto the bed.
Now what?
...Escape plan fizzled, so might as well eat.
"Back again."
"More?"
"Yes."
"Dressed properly today, huh."
"It's my usual outfit."
Of course, the attention wasn't much less than in a minidress.
How many times had I been mentally gang-raped and used as jerk-off fodder in the orcs' heads as Dumeren's exclusive bitch Si-hyeon?
The orcs drooled like ripe fruit was dangling overhead.
They all knew eating it wouldn't just cause stomachache.
"...Koska's honored."
"Dumeren's orders..."
Dumeren had left early morning—probably reorganizing the troops.
Word was spreading among the orcs.
The clever orc Koska had become Dumeren's right hand.
Might see that face again.
...To me, orcs were just green monsters, differing only in fatness aside from Dumeren.
Bigger worries, though.
I couldn't let the orcs win since I'm on the human side...
How did things get so tangled?
All Amelia's fault.
If I catch her...
Before handing her to Prince Seran, maybe I...
I flinched at the dark desire writhing inside me.
Having Vir rape her would cross the line.
Hena had pointed that out too.
Sexually coercing women is vile.
I have a daughter—gotta restrain myself, I thought.
But if the chance came, could I hold back?
I shoveled mashed potatoes into my mouth.
"Um..."
The grandma approached with a troubled look.
What's up suddenly?
"Something wrong?"
"...Dear, is it true the orcs are leaving?"
"...Worried about something?"
I probed gently.
"Heard they kill all prisoners who might hinder the march."
"...No way.
They're using people as labor, right?"
"My grandson's got bad legs. Injured before capture..."
Ugh...
Would orcs bother with injured men...?
I doubted it.
Reading my face, grandma looked ready to cry.
"Help me. Let me see my grandson."
"W-what can I do? I'm a prisoner too."
"...."
"I'll look for your grandson. I can scout around, see if there's anyone like that."
"Really?"
"Yes. I'll check and let you know."
"Thank you! What I said at first..."
"Forget it. No need."
No one else to rely on but me.
Only monsters in the mess hall besides me.
Come to think of it, where were the other women?
Stepping outside, I saw their treatment at a glance.
On all fours like dogs, eating porridge mixed with semen.
Just like when I was in the goblin den.
"Wu-hot! 30-creampie streak in married woman's pussy—jackpot!"
"Ah.... aaah!"
Same old sight.
So disheartening.
Dumeren was with the clever orc Koska.
Our eyes met just then.
"Si-hyeon. Out for a stroll?"
"Hey. Is this how you treat prisoners?"
"You, what are you saying to Dumeren..."
"Enough."
Dumeren stopped Koska and approached me.
Ugh.
Up close, he was intimidating.
My neck hurt looking up.
"Orcs are strong and tenacious.
They never hesitate to rape women."
"And men? What about the injured?"
"Usually killed and buried."
"...Right."
No food to share with those who'd just fight back if freed.
Grandma's grandson might already be...
Forget it. What would I even do if I found him?
"Made up your mind?"
"I..."
"Dumeren!"
A messenger orc came dashing up panting.
"What is it?"
"Attack."
"Who's holding them?"
"Ki-hyeong is."
"Koska. Prepare to sortie."
"Yes."
Things escalated fast.
"Who's the enemy?"
"Glass Sword!"
"Guess I have to go."
Dumeren placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Si-hyeon. Decide."
Helping orcs in this situation? Unthinkable.
But I came here on Prince Seran's orders to begin with...
This is necessary to achieve my goal.
I made up my mind.
"I'll go with you."
"Prepare. I'll put you on my mount."
"I-I've never ridden a horse befo—!?"
Dumeren scooped me up effortlessly.
"Don't worry. I'll hold you."
"E-everyone's watching! Don't!"
I was set atop a horse as huge as Dumeren.
Clutching him tight, eyes squeezed shut fearing I'd fall.
Suddenly, eerie screams echoed everywhere.
"Graaak!"
"Gek!"
Surprisingly, the attackers were a small elite force of under fifty, centered on a female swordsman presumed to be Glass Sword Astero.
'The guild's strongest hunter who dried up monster seed in the west.'
Trisha had said that.
Even among gold-rank adventurers, a cut above.
I could see it in the fight.
Astero didn't run—she flew across the field.
Her swordplay like a dance, slicing orcs apart.
Not a flicker of emotion on her face—like a killing machine.
Dumeren pointed at Astero.
"A woman with the eyes of a wolf."
Different from my impression, but his words fit too.
Gray hair, sharp eyes.
Even the cuteness of her young face melted into sword intent.
Swinging a translucent blade that seemed it'd shatter under pressure—precarious yet artistic.
She finished the orcs around her and turned toward us.