The Beginning of Revenge (2)
"......... What a needless drain on my energy."
Larze cut off the last monster's neck and sheathed her sword. Looking around, dozens, no, perhaps over a hundred monster corpses lay strewn about. It was a sight that was hard to believe a single human could have accomplished. Once again, the prestige of a War Princess was palpable. But... why? Even though not a single monster remained alive. Larze, however, showed no signs of letting her fighting spirit subside. No, rather, she, who had never been tense even when facing monsters. She was staring into the depths of a huge, dark cavern with a visibly tense expression. The reason soon became clear.
- Clack, clack, clack
"Hmm~~~ So you fought hundreds of monsters without a single scratch? Indeed, a skill befitting a War Princess blessed by the Holy Spirit. Of course, that's all it amounts to, though."
"Who are you? Show yourself."
It was an aura that sent a strangely chilling sensation. Larze, with a stiff, rigid face, pointed her sword at the being approaching her. Soon, a female figure emerged from beyond the pitch-black curtain. But at her appearance, Larze's eyes were filled with horror.
"Silver hair shining like moonlight even in the darkness, and blue jewel-like eyes. Ancient arcane tattoos permitted only to high-ranking succubi. And that emblem on her belly, surely it's...? Hmph! What a nasty prank! That tattoo! Isn't it exactly the same as that of 'Katrinna Ru Belta Ruchelia,' who was called the legendary Queen of Succubi!? Who the hell are you!? Who are you to imitate that legendary demon!?"
"A legendary demon? Hmm? So my mother's achievements have become a legend in the outside world? I expected it, but I never imagined such a long time had passed."
"What did you say? That way of speaking, surely you...!?"
A sudden hypothesis arose from the opponent's words. It was a hypothesis that could never, and should never, come true. Yet, Larze couldn't shake the feeling that the hypothesis was correct. Therefore, she aimed her sword at the silver-haired, blue-eyed succubus who looked down on her arrogantly and shouted.
"Answer me! What is your identity!? Are you perhaps one of the Succubus Tribe sealed away in the great war 400 years ago? If so, what is this unknown Dungeon? Is this the place that sealed you until today? Then, have you been attacking the Imperial territories in this area for revenge from that time? Answer me!"
"My name is Lesana Ru Belta Ruchelia. The one and only child of the great Queen of Succubi, Katrinna Ru Belta Ruchelia. The vessel of a king who will one day restore the authority of the Succubus Tribe to this continent! .........But? To suddenly point a sword without even introducing yourself, how vulgar. Even after such a long time, nothing has changed, has it? Arkbena Mizaria?"
"!!!"
Arkbena Mizaria. The moment she heard that name, Larze was certain. It was an expression that only a very select few could interpret, like herself, who had learned the ancient language used by the Succubus Tribe 400 years ago from her predecessors. Its meaning was Crimson Flame Sword Princess. It was a word that referred to Larze herself. "I see. Now all my questions are answered. You were the culprit. You awakened and manipulated the monsters of the Great Forest. That's why even unintelligent monsters were able to move with such organization. Is it the power of those eyes? The jewel-like eyes of the Succubus Tribe that can charm all things! Did you use that power to destroy my friend's territory!?"
"There's no refinement to be found in any of your actions. How barbaric can you be? How foolish? Please, don't disappoint me any further. If you're this insignificant, it makes even me, who has hated and resented you all even in my dreams, feel like a fool, doesn't it?"
"Grrr! Just like a succubus, your speech is truly vulgar! Let's see if you can still run your mouth after taking my sword!?"
Since being chosen as the Crimson Flame Sword Princess, the name War Princess had become her pride and duty. Yet, to be insulted like this. Despite the light provocation, she was furious to her core. Immediately, Larze drew upon the power of the Holy Spirit and charged. However, without any warning, an obstruction appeared, blocking Larze.
Cha-ang!
"What!? My sword...!?"
"How dare you point your sword at my Princess-nim! Know your place! Arkbena Mizaria!"
"Keo-heok!"
Her surprise at her sword being blocked lasted only a moment before a powerful impact struck her abdomen. The recoil made Larze fall to her knees, and as if not to miss the opportunity, the enemy brought their sword down towards the back of Larze's head. But Larze was a War Princess undefeated in a hundred battles. Even in that moment of difficulty breathing, she quickly assessed the situation and evaded the enemy's attack with movements unbelievable for someone who had just allowed an unexpected blow.
"Tsk! You're quite skilled at escaping!"
"Hoo! Hoo! Who are you?"
Larze raised her head, rubbing her still aching abdomen. Beyond her stood a mysterious woman, presumably the one who had attacked Larze. She was a pale-skinned woman with black hair tied in a ponytail that flowed down to her waist. She possessed ample breasts that were by no means inferior to Larze's voluptuous chest, and a strong physique without an ounce of unnecessary flesh. At first glance, her appearance gave a similar impression to Larze. However, upon closer inspection, there were quite a few differences. Larze, in particular, felt this strongly from her attire. Larze, as if to show her unique personality of always being confident and not caring about others' gazes, was dressed in a leotard that openly revealed her cleavage and midriff. On the other hand, the black-haired woman had all her skin, except for her face, covered by blue fabric. In reality, she was wearing such tight tights that it was virtually meaningless to cover herself. An outfit that, at a glance, seemed ill-suited for her. Larze stood up, sneering.
"I don't know who you are, but your outfit is truly in bad taste. What's the point of covering up? You're practically naked, aren't you?"
"What did you say? I'm naked?"
"Why don't you look in a mirror before asking? Of course, you wouldn't know even if you looked, which is why you're dressed like that. So, shall I take a guess? You, you act like you care so much about chastity and dignity normally. But in reality, you're an outrageously lewd pervert, aren't you? Your clothes say it all! Look! 'I am a dignified person who adheres to etiquette! But in truth, I'm a pervert who feels ecstasy showing off my shameful appearance!'"
"You bitch! Are you mocking this attire that my Princess-nim personally bestowed upon me!? And what about you, you bitch!? That appearance of yours, utterly devoid of chastity!? How dare you lecture me looking like that!?"
"Hmph! This is unavoidable because of my breasts...! Ah, forget it! Why do I have to make such excuses! It's all your fault! You woman with nothing to see but that ridiculously huge ass!"
"What, what did you say!? You're the one with nothing to see but your breasts! Don't mock me! Arkbena Mizaria!!!"
Without either waiting for the other, they both pointed their swords at each other. The result was nothing short of terrifying. The sword energy of the two clashing individuals scattered in all directions, causing destruction. Amidst this, the two glared at each other as if to kill, exchanging sword blows again and again.
"Haa-at!"
"Kua-at!"
Before long, a scene unfolded that was less a battle between warriors and more a fight between beasts. In their gazes towards each other, no emotion other than hostility could be found. Thanks to this, Lesana, left isolated, grumbled in exasperation.
"Marka, really! This is why I told her to stand back. She's truly hot-blooded. Last time, she minced a monster alive just because it was rude to me. I'll have to pick a day and properly correct her."
Although she spoke those words, a warm light flowed in her gaze as she looked at her First Knight. And next, she began to gaze at Larze, who was fighting Marka.
"So that's the Arkbena Mizaria of this era. The distant successor of that woman who wouldn't be satisfying even if torn to death."
As she recalled the face of the enemy who betrayed her mother, a sinister killing intent flowed out once more. However, that emotion did not last long before it subsided. No, it would be more accurate to say it shifted in a more ominous direction.
"Hehehe, the more I look, the more she resembles her, doesn't she? From that fiercely burning personality to her appearance. It's not just a successor; it's like seeing that woman reborn. Ahh~~~ I suddenly feel good. I thought this revenge would ultimately be futile. But seeing her, my thoughts have changed. I'm starting to feel certain that this revenge will have meaning for the first time! So, first, let's make that woman submit! I'll fill that pussy all the way to her womb with my semen! That face contorted in humiliation! I'm already looking forward to it, aren't I? Ahh~~~♡"
Perhaps, at that moment, revenge truly began. Katrinna Ru Belta Ruchelia. The Queen of Succubi who, long ago, almost led the continent to ruin but was overthrown by the 'Six War Princesses'. Her last legacy on this land, and her only blood relative. Lesana Ru Belta Ruchelia's revenge, transcending three hundred years. And the first victim to herald its prelude was the successor of the Crimson Flame Sword Princess who delivered the final blow to Katrinna.
"Fate is truly strange."
A fate so strange it felt malicious. Should she truly rejoice in this? Or should she be suspicious? She didn't know the answer yet, but Lesana vowed with a cold sneer that she would at least enjoy it to the fullest for now.