Chapter 236: About the Place Called the Infinite Labyrinth (2)
Chapter 236: About the Place Called the Infinite Labyrinth (2)
It’s a bit late for this, but I found myself thinking about the Infinite Labyrinth again.
It has been nearly two weeks since the Siren joined us here in Fermaton.
Nothing has changed.
Nothing ever changes.
The only thing on my mind is how to have even more delicious sex.
That, and how to build a foundation that can replace the massive income from the magic stones once I eventually get rid of the Infinite Labyrinth.
And whether I, as Ruji Fermaton, can survive the threats of this world.
I’ve had those kinds of thoughts.
Like, what if the world unfairly screws me over and I can no longer live in Fermaton?
Just a "what if" scenario.
If I were to become the king who commands all the beasts that rule the Infinite Labyrinth...
It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call such a being a "Demon King."
Even if managing large-scale units isn't exactly my specialty, I was still a Korean man before I transmigrated. I pride myself on knowing more about wartime troop tactics than anyone else.
So.
It’s a big "if," but if the world refuses to accept my plans, and if I can't suppress the world and find myself in a situation where I’m supposed to die...
I’ll stick to my original plan: take my people and flee into the Infinite Labyrinth to live there.
Of course, I don't know how many people would actually follow me if it came to that, but I would do whatever it takes—by any means necessary—to survive.
In that sense.
I wasn't quite sure how to judge the situation I was currently facing.
"Ah."
I was getting pissed off.
"I’m really itching to go Demon King."
I wanted to rip the parchment addressed to "His Excellency, Count Fermaton" into shreds.
"Is this woman actually insane?"
The Infinite Labyrinth is home to a truly staggering number of beasts.
So far, I’ve brought two types of beasts to the surface, and thanks to them, I’ve created a fairly substantial revenue stream.
But compared to the sheer number of beasts spread throughout the entire Infinite Labyrinth, that’s just a drop in the bucket.
In this labyrinth, where there are males, females, monsters, and humanoids, I’ve only been bringing out "female" "demonkind" types. However, theoretically, I could bring out the others as well.
But.
That doesn't mean I have a reason to actually do it.
Unless someone is forcing my hand.
"Tsk. Does she think being the Queen of the kingdom gives her the right to do anything?"
I tossed the parchment forward.
When I openly expressed my irritation, the people working in the office began to walk on eggshells around me. Seeing that I’d soured the mood for no reason only made me feel worse.
"...Sigh. To think I have to modify the things we’ve made just for the sake of those dick-wielding males. What kind of fucked-up situation is this?"
It was beyond unpleasant.
"It’s an order from Queen Messalina. Instead of a large shipment of magic stones, she wants us to offer 'specialties' from the Infinite Labyrinth as tribute to the kingdom this time."
"Specialties, sir?"
"Yeah. The problem is that it’s not Dark Jeanne, Mana Milk, or porn. It’s something else entirely."
I picked up a sample Bitch Collar sitting on the table.
"Queen Messalina wants to use these to capture Orcs."
"......."
The atmosphere in the office grew even heavier.
"I’m not joking. When I ignored her talk about Incubi last time, she moved on to wanting Orcs. She’s lost her mind."
"There’s only one reason I can think of for Queen Messalina to want Orcs."
Even Laura was putting forward the correct answer while desperately hoping she was wrong.
"...It’s not because she wants to be gang-raped by Orcs she can control, is it?"
"It’s not impossible. Since we’re controlling Succubi and Sirens, she thinks we can control the males too."
It was a natural conclusion.
It was the kind of logic used by someone who only sees one side of things—or rather, the kind of tyrannical logic someone can only get away with because they sit on a throne.
If you can make Bitch Collars, why can't you make Stud Collars?
That was essentially what she was saying, demanding I create something to control males.
"Dammit, she should do her own research. Why is she making me create this garbage?"
"Asking for something like a male collar... she might be planning to put it on you, Count."
"That’s exactly what I was going to say, Laura."
The Bitch Collars alone allow for the control of women, and even female demonkind.
But what if a male collar I couldn't control was created?
What if that was snapped around my neck, or my cock?
I might be able to resist somehow thanks to the Mythstone, but honestly, it would be much better if it never came to that.
Definitely.
"I just want to live a quiet life having sex. Why is she giving me these trials?"
"Queen Messalina probably wants to have sex too, in her own way...."
"Then she should just take the men crawling all over the capital and have creampie sex with them every day! Why send someone all the way to Fermaton saying she wants demonkind gang-rape sex? Argh, seriously!"
"It’s probably because Fermaton is the only place managing demonkind with this level of control. This is the report from Charlotte."
Laura handed me a piece of parchment.
"They tried to take the Goblins and Orcs captured in the labyrinth mining area and use them as slaves, but they failed. When they used illusion magic to make it look like there was a human woman in front of them to force them to have sex, the Goblins and Orcs ended up raping and murdering the woman."
"Ugh. This is driving me crazy."
Queen Messalina doesn't want a simple rape-murder; she wants a gang-rape.
Therefore, she’s ordered me to breed 'thick-cocked Orcs who will gang-rape but not kill.'
"That sex-crazed bitch. She already has sex every day with the knights famous for their bodies in the kingdom, and now she wants Orcs? She should just go catch some Orcs near the royal castle and tame them herself!"
"Within the kingdom—and even here in Fermaton—people think of you as a 'Monster Tamer,' Count."
Yurdias gave a pitying smile and handed me a document.
"The one who rules Succubi. And now even Sirens. This is part of a newspaper circulating in the kingdom. It’s a local paper from the capital, so the information hasn't reached Fermaton yet, but as you can see, you’re gaining quite the notoriety as a breeder of monsters."
"Notoriety? Me?"
"As a total pervert who encourages ordinary people to have sex with monsters and beasts."
"What? When did I ever encourage that?"
It was absurd.
"Everyone wants to have sex with a Succubus, and people want to fuck Sea Elves because they look like typical elves. They’re the ones getting horny, and they’re blaming me!"
"Whether the goal is to mislead public opinion or to slander you, the capital already views Fermaton as a place that breeds monsters. The spread of Succubus pornography played a decisive role in that."
"Ugh...."
Raking in massive amounts of money always comes with side effects.
I was starting to feel a genuine sense of disillusionment with the kingdom, knowing that because of the porn, I was being perceived as a filthy, predatory lord who enslaves beasts just to film sex videos.
"On the surface, they think of me as a pimp selling monster whores, but behind the scenes, they use political schemes to tell me to breed Orcs for them? This is ridiculous."
"Count, would you like a glass of Mana Milk?"
Nero handed me a Dark's Chalice with a complicated expression. I took the chalice and downed the Mana Milk in one go.
Sshhh—
The mana within the milk burst inside my body like carbonation, sharpening my mind.
"Phew... That’s a bit better. Thanks, Nero."
"Don't mention it. Um, if I may be so bold, I have quite a few acquaintances in the capital. Should I try asking for help?"
"You?"
"Yes. Before I came here, I met several nobles while working in the capital. If I contact them..."
"No. It’s fine. I can't let you get hurt by doing that."
I lightly patted Nero on the back.
"I can't let Queen Messalina’s perverted antics cause trouble for you. Even if you’re a maid working for our house, I can't let you throw away the connections you’ve built just because of the Count’s business."
"Count..."
"I’ll take the gesture. I’ll find a way somehow—"
Tap-tap-tap-tap.
From a distance, I heard the sound of someone running.
I set down the Dark's Chalice with a sense of foreboding and waited for the office door to open.
"Count! It’s an emergency!"
Amy entered the office, her face pale.
"'That man' has caused an incident."
"...He finally did it. He came to someone else's territory and caused trouble. What happened?"
"He sexually harassed a virgin Succubus and a Siren. They say he touched them by force."
"......."
It was a good thing I’d already put down the Dark's Chalice.
Otherwise, the shock would have made me lose my mind.
"...Right. So he finally laid a hand on the people of Fermaton. He acted all high and mighty saying he brought orders from Queen Messalina, and then he went and acted like a piece-of-shit noble? Fine."
I unbuttoned my shirt.
"Where is Irmiri Sirjosia, the Deputy Viscount, right now?"
Three days ago.
A man had come from the Sirjosia Viscounty, right next to our territory.
His name was Irmiri Sirjosia, the representative for Viscount Irsenti Sirjosia and the messenger who had brought the secret royal decree.
The envoy sent by the Queen to order the creation of gang-rape Orcs.
"I guess I need to crack his skull open before he’ll learn his lesson."
I picked up my sledgehammer.