The Video
An awkward silence hung between her and the Legion Commanders. As Legion Commanders, or as the soldiers beneath them, every one of them had experience waging war against humans. I wondered how many of them I had faced through the slits of my helmet back when I lived as Eternal.
Demons are creatures that live their entire lives driven by impulse. They are honest with their desires and weak to urges. They also love to flaunt their strength. Yet no matter how much they relish battle, it is not easy to erase the memory of the previous Cezar—the one whose chest had been pierced by me, by Eternal, and by Inferno. Nor is it easy to forget the terror of the humiliating treatment they suffered at the hands of the heroes in the process. After all, fear once carved deep into the soul is not something that fades easily.
That was why it was only natural that none of them readily stepped forward to say something like, “I have been waiting for this moment!”
“Do you have any complaints? If so, speak. I will listen.”
I gave them the chance to voice their discontent. It was permission to oppose me. But, as expected, not a single one dared to raise an objection. Because they were demons. And because there were things demons simply could not do.
To openly reveal the fear lurking inside oneself was, among demons, no different from declaring, “I am a coward, so please kill me as you see fit.” For someone in the position of Legion Commander to do so would be tantamount to inviting the annihilation of their own troops.
The internal situation is not yet stable. Our forces are still inferior. The soldiers’ training remains woefully inadequate. There were any number of such excuses, but since demons were fundamentally a combat race, most of them inevitably thought, “Enough with the reasons—just fight and win, isn’t that enough?” Which meant that refusing to fight could only be seen as cowardice.
“I gave you the opportunity to speak, yet none of you open your mouths. Shall I take that to mean there are no objections?”
“…Yes.”
“Good. Then I will send the detailed instructions via official notice. Each legion is to report in accordance with the directive. Now that the largest issue has been settled, let us move on to the next matters.”
The biggest agenda had been dealt with. Yet none of them had been able to express their own opinions on it. The Legion Commanders, already completely caught in my pace, could offer no meaningful resistance to any of my subsequent proposals. I was able to realize every single thing I desired.
As the meeting was drawing to a close, a knock sounded at the door, followed by Anima’s voice.
“Cezar, it is Anima. May I enter for a moment?”
“Come in.”
Behind Anima, several maids in uniform filed into the room. They carried trays laden with refreshments and tea, but the Legion Commanders were in no state to pay such things any mind.
“M-Miriam?!”
“H-How…!”
Right behind Anima, Trivia—her water-blue hair neatly combed—kept her eyes demurely lowered. Dressed in a maid uniform, she knelt before me and offered a cup of tea.
“My apologies. The matter was urgent, so I could not properly entertain you with food and drink. Shall we take a short break, sip some tea, and chat for a while?”
“…….”
Truly foolish creatures. They were so stunned that none of them could even respond properly. But why the hell was Fade keeping his mouth shut?
“Is there some problem? You’re all so quiet.”
“Forgive me. However, Cezar, there is something I must ask.”
“You may.”
“That woman… is she truly the hero Miriam?”
“Ah, this one?”
The first to muster the courage was Novel Heine, commander of the 1st Legion. I rested my hand on Trivia’s head as she continued to kneel before me and gently stroked her cheek with my fingers, as if petting a cat or a dog.
“You know her well. She is indeed the Miriam you all remember.”
“How did you manage to capture Miriam…”
“I would have thought you, of all people, would know. She was a byproduct of the conquest of Osril. What, did the human side not share that information with you?”
“H-How can you say such a thing!”
“Haha, it was a jest. Do not get so worked up. I merely teased you because I heard you possess a great deal of information.”
Novel Heine flushed with rage at my words, as if he had been called a traitor. Knowing the truth as I did, his reaction was all the more amusing, but I saw no need to press the wound further and let it pass as a joke. If he truly was a traitor, he would eventually confess on his own. There was no reason to accuse him hastily.
Of course, Novel Heine must have felt a chill run down his spine, remembering how I had once summoned him and said, “I know every word you spoke behind my back.”
“Now, stop worrying about appearances and enjoy the refreshments. The meeting will run long, so there is no need to watch my mood over something like this.”
After that, the meeting continued based on the reports I had received in advance, covering various topics.
From: Ravilis
Message from Inferno: “Confirm immediately.”
“What? Who the hell just sent what?”
“A video has arrived from Ravilis! It came with a message instructing Lord Inferno to check it personally, so no one has opened it yet!”
The once-peaceful headquarters of the Hero Association.
Inferno, who had been summoned by the Association President with a deeply furrowed expression, stormed in while snorting violently. Yet the President’s first words made him forget his anger at having his time interrupted.
“What the fuck could those bastards possibly have to send me? Huh?”
“We are not certain either… Would you like to view it right away?”
“Hah, play it.”
Inferno waved his hand irritably, signaling for the video to start. The moment the triangular play button was pressed, the fury that had burned in him only moments ago vanished without a trace.
Current time: 09:33.
The video began with the image of Miriam, blindfolded and bound hand and foot.
A strange woman’s voice announced the time. In the center of the screen appeared Miriam, her eyes covered and her limbs restrained. Whether some kind of sealing procedure had been performed on her, she struggled and whimpered against chains so thin that the old her would have shattered them effortlessly. Both the Association President and Inferno could not hide their suspicion at the sight.
“Hero Miriam’s ability has been successfully sealed. Per the Cezar’s command, we will now begin Day 1 of her training.”
A woman whose face had been obscured through editing approached Miriam. She fitted a gag into her mouth, then began to strip her completely. Miriam tried to resist, twisting and turning, but with her limbs bound and her strength gone, she could do nothing. Her clothes were cut to rags, revealing her pure white naked body.
Her arms were pulled above her head and her entire body bound tightly with ropes. Even her nipples and vagina remained completely exposed, forcing any viewer to feel utter despair.
“Virginity examination complete. Hero Miriam has been confirmed as non-virgin. Estimated number of prior copulations: fewer than five.”
“Mmmph! Mmm!! Mmmph!!!”
Miriam let out desperate, muffled screams, but the woman in the video paid her no mind. Calmly, she spread Miriam’s legs, inserted an instrument into her vagina, and completed the examination.
She was not a virgin. Inferno already knew this, but the Association President beside him did not. The fact that the old man knew irritated him, so Inferno whispered in a low voice.
“President.”
“Y… Yes, Lord Inferno.”
“Why don’t you leave now? I’ll check the rest myself.”
“But as the President of the Association…”
“Do you want to die?”
“…I will take my leave.”
It infuriated him to show the naked body of a woman he had once held in his arms to a filthy, bald old man. Of course, he knew better than anyone that sleeping with her once did not make her his property.
“Haa… Miriam.”
After installing an orgasm denial device, we will train her to become familiar with the path toward climax without ever being allowed to reach it.
The woman in the video attached several mechanical devices to Miriam, then sat in a chair and began to skillfully knead the floating girl’s exposed vagina with practiced hands. She never inserted anything inside, only teased the sensitive little clitoris over and over. Before long, Miriam began to let out broken, pleasure-soaked moans that were different from before, muffled by the gag.
“Nngh…! Nngh…! Nnnngh!!!!”
It was agonizing. If Inferno and Miriam had truly shared a deep bond, the flames of his rage would have burned the entire Hero Association building to ash. That was how much Miriam was suffering.
Yet the video still had a long way to go. It had barely reached one-tenth of its total length. The obscene bulge straining against the front of his pants made it painfully clear just how aroused he was amid his fury.
“Five hours of training have been completed. Until the next session, she will be made to wear underwear fitted with these ‘torture tentacles’ so that she remains on the edge of orgasm for several days.”
The playback time shown in the video itself was not very long, but the timestamp in the corner clearly indicated that five hours had passed. Whether it was real or simply edited that way, Miriam’s face was flushed crimson and drool dripped endlessly from her mouth, proving it was no exaggeration.
“Please enjoy the next training session as well. Hero Inferno.”
The video continued to play, but after a brief blackout accompanied by the woman’s voice, it brightened again to show the second day of training. The armrest of the chair Inferno was gripping had already been completely incinerated.