Chapter 131
Chapter 131
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 131
Chapter Title: The Mercenary's Fury
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“...”
Reina, riding in the carriage, glanced sideways at the mercenary who resembled Max.
He drove the horse in silence.
Staring straight ahead, checking for enemies around them, his demeanor was disciplined, just like Max.
The casual attitude he had shown when he first joined the procession had vanished, replaced by sharp vigilance scanning the surroundings.
And Reina watched that Max.
Broad shoulders and muscular arms.
A sturdy chainmail armor covering them, yet still revealing his reliable build.
Riding the horse without the slightest sway, as if perfectly at ease, he occasionally received reports from his mercenary subordinates and shifted positions.
He'd go to the back of the procession, then race forward again.
Sometimes, he'd approach an imperial official and whisper something.
She stared intently at Max, and when he turned his horse to head back, she flinched involuntarily and lowered her head.
In that whispering with the official...
‘Is he plotting to ravish me?’
Such thoughts crossed her mind.
She even felt like the other inferior species were eyeing her.
Why did their gazes seem so lecherous?
Every action of Max made her breath catch.
‘Wh-when is he going to ravish me?’
As she watched that Max, nothing else filled Reina's mind.
She had come to this illusion precisely to be violated by inferior species.
To indulge in the fantasy of her noble self being thoroughly ravaged by inferior species—that was why she was here.
But she was somewhat disappointed by the mercenary Max, who wasn't taking direct action as expected.
Of course, she couldn't make the first move.
This illusion was strictly about the inferior species overwhelming her.
Moreover, for a noble elf like her to take the initiative—wouldn't that be shameful?
‘I absolutely can't do that.’
She would never make the first move.
She absolutely shouldn't.
“...”
Reina glanced at Max's profile.
High nose bridge, full lips, sharp jawline, and the prominent Adam's apple jutting from his thick neck.
It was a rugged, bold appearance unlike any typical elf.
As she admired his masculine charm for a moment...
“Ah.”
She belatedly realized Max had turned his head and was meeting her eyes.
Reina hurriedly shouted in accusation.
“What are you looking at?”
“Wasn't it you, Elf-nim, who was looking?”
“I have no idea what you're talking about. If anything, you're the one staring at me, aren't you?”
“...My apologies.”
The mercenary Max bowed his head.
It was a completely different reaction from what she expected—someone who would retort even a single word.
‘What? Why is he apologizing?’
Shouldn't he be arguing back here?
Shouldn't he insist he did nothing wrong?
Why was he being so submissive?
He's supposed to be a man who ravishes fiercely.
Shouldn't a man like that come on strong?
‘Does he not even have the thought?’
Suddenly, Reina felt irritated.
He was just an inferior species, after all.
It annoyed her that this inferior species wasn't acting as she imagined.
Shouldn't inferior species behave exactly as she thought?
“Is this something you can just apologize for?”
“Pardon?”
She was angry.
Because that man reminded her so much of Yuris.
The Yuris who showed no affection for her, who coldly rejected her so neatly.
The Yuris who had given her such despair.
The Goddess of Victory who always kept things professional and distant.
The one who knew full well of Reina's admiration and ignored it.
Suddenly, Yuris overlapped with the mercenary Max.
She didn't want to let it slide just like this.
She felt like she needed to give this insolent inferior species a piece of her mind to vent.
“I haven't liked you from the start.”
Why was that?
Why did she keep getting so angry like this?
Was it because of this timid, pathetic mercenary who wouldn't ravish her even in this illusion?
It was something she could have brushed off lightly.
“Because you were late, the entire schedule got delayed! All that talk about humans being diligent and quick turns out to be lies. Seeing trash like you proves it.”
“Elf-nim, that's...”
“Making excuses? Hmph! Didn't everyone see it? We all had to wait because of you.”
“...”
Reina clicked her tongue.
“Not even a proper apology?”
“...I, I'm sorry.”
Reina glared at Max as he bowed his head.
‘This isn't it.’
She hadn't planned to say any of this.
It was true she didn't think highly of inferior species.
But starting unnecessary fights wasn't like the real Reina, a high elf.
Why was she so ill-tempered today?
“Oh dear, Lady Reina. I, I'm so sorry.”
An imperial official who overheard rushed over on horseback to her carriage.
“We should have looked after him better, haha. J-just a bit further, there's a rest spot where we can camp and take a break...”
“Do I look like I'm complaining because I can't rest right now?”
“My apologies. Haha.”
“Get rid of that man right now. Send him to the front or the very back—just anywhere out of my sight.”
“Haha, understood.”
The imperial official gestured, sending the mercenary Max away from his position.
Because his back was turned, she didn't see it.
The way the departing mercenary Max twisted one corner of his mouth upward.
“...”
This wasn't it.
How much time passed?
“You can rest here.”
Reina looked at the lavish tent already set up at the campsite.
The enormous tent prepared for the VIP and elf guest Reina was impeccably clean inside.
It even had a bed, somehow.
‘Is this imperial magic technology?’
Honestly, she couldn't clearly remember when they had pitched this tent or even arrived at the campsite.
Was this the power of illusion?
The sense of time was almost nonexistent.
Like how scenes shift in a dream, she came to her senses and the setting had changed.
‘Amazing.’
Even Reina, who had experienced illusion magic countless times and set up many in the elf forest herself, hadn't noticed the time shift.
She couldn't even guess how high Max's level was.
“Thanks.”
“Oh, and about the mercenary captain.”
The moment the official mentioned the mercenary Max, Reina's expression soured.
She knew full well he was the man meant to ravish her, yet he wasn't moving—and thinking of him made her angry.
The official, gauging her mood, hesitated.
“Speak.”
“Ahem, we've placed his quarters as far from yours as possible, so no need to worry.”
“Got it.”
“Then...”
The official left, and the surroundings quieted.
A serene evening.
The chirping of grasshoppers began faintly...
Then.
Shwaaa.
Rain started falling.
The raindrops pattering on the tent grew steadily heavier.
It didn't matter much to her.
If the rain got worse, the inferior species outside would handle it.
Even if something happened near where she stayed, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Spirits and magic would suffice for any issue.
“They even implemented weather like this?”
The detail was impressive.
The tapping of rain on the tent drummed against her ears like a rhythm.
“Hoo...”
Reina, meditating with her eyes closed for a moment, felt stifled by the stillness.
‘Why isn't he coming?’
Wasn't it common sense for him to approach and assault a lone elf at night?
“Am I not attractive enough?”
Reina created a translucent mirror with water.
Beautiful golden hair cascading like a waterfall.
Blue eyes sparkling like a lake.
A straight nose and pale skin.
Not to brag, but among elves, her ample breasts and slim waist were on the larger side.
Objectively, it was a stunning appearance.
“It's not that...”
Could she be overestimating herself?
Did Yuris not like her because she wasn't beautiful enough?
“Annoying.”
Normally, she wouldn't feel this irritated.
But in her aroused state, with a man she expected to ravish her not acting, frustration boiled into anger.
Just like with Yuris.
It was then.
Flutter.
At the sound of the tent flap being thrown open, Reina instinctively looked toward the entrance.
“Huh?”
Shwaaa.
At the entrance stood a man drenched from head to toe in rainwater, glaring at her.
It was that man.
The mercenary Max she had insulted that afternoon.
He was now soaked, glaring at her.
It was rage.
Rage toward the woman who had humiliated him.
“H-how did you...?”
She hadn't sensed his presence at all.
An elf's hearing far surpassed a human's by an immense margin.
Not just that—few humans could fool the senses of a high elf like her.
Yet he had slipped past her senses.
How could a mere mercenary like Max?
Reina belatedly remembered this was an illusion.
Even past events she couldn't control...
Gulp.
She intuited it.
The situation she desired and hoped for was right upon her.
“I-I don't know why you're here, but get out right...”
Reina spat the line while suppressing her rising smile.
The line a typical elf would say in this situation.
At her words, Max approached.
“W-wait a...”
The killing intent in his voice.
At that ferocious aura, Reina unwittingly stepped back.
Why did Max, approaching step by step, seem so enormously intimidating?
His broad shoulders looked far larger than from the carriage.
“M-Max... I-if you take one more step, I'll call for help.”
“Wh-what are you going to do?”
Thud.
Stepping back, Reina realized she had hit the taut tent wall.
Max's glare at her brimmed with rage and desire.
He alternated between her face and breasts.
His gaze, writhing with filthy lust, slowly scanned her body.
She knew exactly what he would do—no words needed.
Ahh.
It's finally starting.
Thump thump.
Her sensitive elf ears caught the pounding of her heart.
And then.
Riiip!
“Kyaaak!”
The elf ceremonial robe covering her breasts was torn apart by Max's thick hand.