A Baby Seed Factory, of All Things!
And so I became little more than a dildo for working off Elisa's lust.
"Hahh. Alright… I'm feeling a little better now."
Honestly… I had no idea how many times I'd been taken on that bed. Before I knew it, the whole room reeked of her. A single round was enough to leave me burning up and half-dead, yet this woman seemed completely unfazed.
She acted like she'd just finished a restorative tonic. Stroking her lower belly over and over, she flung the curtains wide open.
"The sun's already coming up. We went at it all night, huh… I'm exhausted."
"Uuuugh…"
"Mmm… I was the one doing all the moving. Why are you the one moaning? That's actually hilarious."
Sunlight spilled through the window and peeled the darkness from the room. Only then did the shabby inn floor come into view. Had we really gone at it that hard in a place thick with dust?
The elf stretched those long, pale arms high overhead. Crack-crack-pop! Her joints popped loudly as the stiffness left her body. At the same time she thrust those long legs straight out in front of her.
"Hahh."
Perched on the edge of the bed, Elisa tipped back a bottle of wine that had been left in the room and drained it in one go. Her throat bobbed with every swallow. Then she came toward me, breathing out that unpleasant grape-alcohol reek.
"Time to get up."
Smack! Elisa mocked me as I lay there drained from being used, slapping my ass with her palm again and again—treating me like some kind of instrument.
This cursed bitch!
She could only act like this because she had no idea what she'd just done!
A Demon King's seed had been planted in her body! Because of her selfish desires, this entire world had been shoved to the brink of ruin!
"Ah, right. Better not tell Sloan about what happened today. Things would get real boring if you did. Heh heh…"
"You vile villain…!"
"Well, I don't care how you think of me. What matters is this."
Elisa grabbed the back of my head and shoved my face into the mattress, pinning me so I couldn't lift my head. Suffocating!
"If you ever spill this secret… there's no telling what I might do. Something truly horrible, most likely. And then how sad do you think your precious Sloan would be?"
Hold on. That last part sounded off.
Why would I like Sloan?
Sure, objectively speaking, Sloan was a beautiful woman. That powerful physique and well-tanned skin… her short black hair set off her looks perfectly. And those massive breasts that seemed to advertise her femininity at every opportunity.
But! I absolutely did not like her. Why would I? Someday I planned to kill Sloan with my own hands. No idiot in this world falls for someone they intend to murder.
Why does it feel like the plan is starting to go sideways? At this rate, am I going to fail…?
My plan derailed because an elf raped me? Even if I was the weakest of all the Demon Kings… this was ridiculous.
The plan was still on track. Absolutely. No question.
"Hey."
"Y-yes…?"
"Time to get ready to go."
She sneered the order at me, speaking as if I were her property.
What the hell am I supposed to do…?
Should I make it clear that I was not this woman's property? But how? Her womb was probably still full of the seed I'd pumped into her.
I had a male body, after all, so when I saw a beautiful woman I couldn't help the lust. My kin were the same—but no matter what, we never mated. It was the one rule even we, the so-called incarnations of desire, actually kept.
What happens if word gets out that I mated with this woman?
They would set everything else aside and come to kill both me and Elisa first.
There was only one fate for anyone who broke the rule: annihilation.
I'm completely screwed…
She wasn't pregnant yet—not immediately. From what I knew, elves took a long time to conceive. Maybe I'd gotten lucky and nothing had taken root.
But sooner or later the signs of pregnancy would show. Elisa's madness was thick and heavy enough that even I could see it…
"What the hell! Where have you two been?"
"Something was bothering me, so I went to look into it. Can you take a look at this?"
Elisa had a convenient excuse ready. She must have planned this whole thing meticulously just to screw me. The crime was getting worse by the second…
"What's this?"
"Documents I took from the guild officers' office. Can you feel it? The wicked aura of a Demon King… The upper class of this city has been colluding with the monsters."
"No way, for real?"
"Obviously! They're planning to use this place as a foothold to wipe out the Allied Forces' supply base. The moment this city falls into their hands… taking the surrounding cities will be as easy as eating cold porridge."
I was pretty sure I was the one who'd summoned that Demon King. But the fact that the one I'd killed had been in contact with another Demon King—that was solid intelligence.
So it really is that skeleton bastard? Tch… what a pain. Of all people, if it's him, things are about to get complicated.
If I had to name the most troublesome of my kin, it would be the 34th-ranked one without hesitation: Lichtes the Third.
The "Sacred Legion" he'd raised from the corpses of every hero who'd ever challenged him was strong enough to smash a thousand cavalry flat on open plains.
With that force he'd already taken several cities… If he brought his legion against this place, it wouldn't last three days.
But that crafty bastard won't show up in person.
He would wait for the single perfect moment when he stood to gain the most. He treated his legion like a work of art, and he was pathologically averse to seeing its numbers drop.
So until then he'd just keep sending underlings to nibble at the edges. Of course, since we'd killed his lich, sooner or later we'd have to face him whether we liked it or not.
"In my opinion, a greenskin legion will push this way. In raw numbers, they're the strongest force in the Demon King army."
"Those goblin bastards… How did you know which Demon King controls them?"
"The smell coming off the body was goblin."
I backed up Elisa's lie. Sloan seemed to accept it more or less, but Camilla didn't look convinced.
Didn't matter. Sloan's will was what counted. Besides, the fact that Urk Heizen was coming was an absolute certainty.
Anyway—if you scraped together every militia and garrison soldier in this city, you'd get maybe three thousand. The population was large enough to muster that many.
Add the adventurers… around thirty-five hundred? Not a small number. The problem was that he'd bring at least fifty thousand.
And not just any troops—high-quality ones: hobgoblins, orc warriors, ogre magicians, the works.
Factoring in a defensive siege, we might hold out a few weeks somehow. But he'll bring ogre mages too.
If they used that mass teleport I'd seen before to drop straight into the city… the war would get a lot uglier.
"Looks like the nobles running this city have been bought by the Demon King army. They're out of their minds. Did they get promises of their lives and their current positions?"
Hah. What nonsense this elf was spouting. Our instincts pointed toward only one ending: the destruction of the human realm. We would never leave traitors alive.
Knowing that skeleton bastard's personality, he'd kill them and turn them into undead. You didn't even need to see it to know.
If Urk Heizen took the city, he'd just throw them all to the goblins as feed.
"If we don't deal with the enemies inside, this whole city is going to be stained with evil."
"Then…"
"We'll just have to hunt them down one by one! Am I right, Elisa?"
"Huh? Uh… yeah, more or less."
Sloan muttered it with a faintly excited look on her face.
That battle maniac was simply enjoying the situation. Who was going to stop her?
Of every hero I've ever met… she's the most completely insane.
The heroes who'd challenged Demon Kings had all been the same stuffy types.
I'll kill you in the name of justice, and so on… With your death I'll found a new kingdom of light, blah blah.
Every last one of them died. Some tried to persuade us. Others begged for mercy to the bitter end.
The ending was always the same. A hollow death.
Sloan is different from those guys.
She didn't seem to cling to any particular set of values. Even a dull-witted farmer held some kind of conviction to protect tomorrow's food and his family—yet this woman had none of that. What kind of past had she lived through?
She simply killed the enemy in front of her. Nothing else seemed to enter her imagination; she acted with pure simplicity.
That didn't mean she was emotionally barren. If anything, she was rather rich in feeling…
"That's stupid. One wrong move and the whole city will try to string us up. Not that they could."
"We still can't just leave it alone."
"True enough… But there's no good method. The best option is just to get out of here."
"You're saying we run?"
Sloan's eyes clouded over. A faint madness stirred in those black pupils.
I was certain. Sloan was not human. Biologically, yes—but the quality of her instincts was the same as ours.
For a moment my body locked up solid.
The only natural predators in this world: heroes. We had never actually thought of them as predators. We'd always won, after all.
Is Sloan planning to fight? Against a Demon King? When the one she's about to face might be stronger than she is…
The other side would gladly accept Sloan's challenge. We were arrogant like that. Even on the brink of death, they wouldn't know who Sloan was.
"Let's go already! If we beat those noble bastards to death as we go, things will work themselves out somehow."
"Beat them to death?"
"I don't actually like killing people. Killing people gives me bad dreams. But they're Demon King underlings, right? So killing them can't be helped."
"That's not what I meant."
Camilla finally exploded, shoving back from the table and standing up. Those enormous breasts swayed heavily. Damn, look at the size of them.
"Sloan! Think this through a little more carefully! They're Demon King subordinates. You think they'll just sit there with no countermeasures? They'll definitely have Demon King underlings as bodyguards. If they're on the same level as the ones we met before… we might actually lose if we're not careful!"
"Um? Hold on a second. Sloan! I don't think we necessarily need to go."
"Hm? Lylie. What do you mean?"
"They're coming this way."
I had to wonder what was going on in that saintess's head. When an armed force is approaching, normal people shout a warning.
Soon the arrogant face of a noble on horseback was close enough to see clearly. A soldier? Looking at that armor, it was expensive. A knight, then.
"Are you Sloan?"
"I am. Why are you talking down to me?"
"Hah. Bold, aren't you. Let's do this by the book first. As of yesterday, you violated the city's criminal code enacted to protect innocent citizens! Therefore, answer the summons of the sacred court!"
The mounted soldier snarled and leveled his spear at us. At the same time, the men behind him drew their swords.
What a headache. Because Elisa had dragged me off, I hadn't been able to dispose of the body—and now it had been discovered. Damn that crazy elf… her work was disgustingly sloppy.
"What exactly did we do wrong?"
"You'll find out when you get there. Best not to resist. I have the authority for summary execution."
"Does this city not have laws? Normally when you restrain a criminal, you're supposed to state the charges first."
"Silence! The only reason I haven't cut you down this instant is my patience and mercy! Fine. If you refuse to submit to arrest… I'll break your arms and legs for you."
No, don't do that… Sloan's eyes are sparkling. You're going to die if you keep this up.
"You think you can break them?"
"…Very well. This is the fate you brought on yourself. When you reach the court, make no complaints about this matter!"
The words were barely out before the spear-wielding soldier spurred his horse and charged straight at Sloan. This didn't look like someone trying to break arms and legs… this was someone trying to kill her outright, wasn't it?
Of course, the spear never pierced Sloan's chest, so it wasn't much of a concern. She thrust her arm forward and caught the tip of the spear in her bare hand.
Then… with raw monstrous strength, she flung the soldier backward. He sailed nearly four meters into the air before slamming into the ground with a heavy thud.
"So what happens to my charges now?"
Sloan—who had just half-killed a man—smiled with a show of guilt.