The Incompetent Hero and the Yeom Alliance (2)
Left alone in this place long enough, a person would lose their mind — a pure white void with absolutely nothing in it.
This was my mental world. I conjured a chair, sat down, and glanced at my lower half.
Schluurp, schluurp, schluurp♥
Down below, working with a diligence that defied imagination, a golden-haired little mesugaki had her face buried against my crotch, sucking my cock like it was the most delicious thing in the world. Holy Sword Makina.
Her blowjob technique had been pathetic at first, but whether from watching me have sex with Baekryeon and Seollin while she was still in sword form, her skills had skyrocketed overnight. She was more than capable of satisfying me now.
Whenever she looked up mid-suck and our eyes met, she'd flash a sly little smile, pull off my cock, and plant a light kiss on the head.
"Hehe… does it feel good, Master?"
"Yeah. Not bad."
"Hehe, I'm so glad. Makina belongs to Master, after all…"
Lick, lick. Schluuurp♥
Makina nuzzled her face against my cock a few more times, then took it back into her mouth. At the same time, she carefully massaged my balls, coaxing me toward climax.
Her efforts weren't wasted. Even though it already felt like we'd been at it for hours by the mental world's clock, the urge to cum surged up fast.
"Makina."
I called her name and gave the back of her head a couple of light taps. She responded by pushing my cock all the way down to the deepest part of her throat.
The soft pressure went deeper still, and I stopped holding back.
Spurt! Spurt! Gush♥
Gulp, gulp♥
"Pwah♥…. Hehe…."
Even with me pumping cum straight down her throat, she swallowed every drop without trouble — maybe because she was a holy sword and didn't need to breathe. Only after I'd finished completely did she pull off.
Lick, lick.
She used her tongue like a rag, cleaning every last trace of semen from my cock, then looked up at me with an expression that practically begged for praise.
"Satisfied?"
"Yes…."
Good. If you're satisfied, that's enough for me.
If I stayed naked any longer, we'd end up going at it a few more rounds, so I got dressed and sat back down in the chair, looking at Makina. She changed clothes as well, then knelt in front of me.
"Alright. I think we need to talk. Sister Lucy said something that made it sound like the Goddess deliberately brought me here. You're a holy sword — you must know something."
"Ah… I don't know the details either…. But one day, I felt the previous hero Leon's soul vanish, and Master's soul take its place in his body."
Holy Sword Makina had been thoroughly shaken, she said. Leon's circumstances had been pitiful enough to look at, but his character and will had been strong — she never imagined his soul would simply be swapped out with no warning whatsoever.
"A holy sword chooses its master through resonance of the soul. The moment another soul took over Leon's body, I assumed Leon was either dead or that his soul had been stolen somehow. There are demons who collect souls, after all."
In the middle of that confusion, a revelation from the Goddess had come down to her. The message was this:
Watch over the new hero's soul until it adapts to this world.
Having received the Goddess's revelation, Makina stayed instead of returning to the Holy City, and kept watching me.
"So if a holy sword loses its master, it goes back to the Holy City?"
"Yes. More precisely, we're designed to return to the first land where the Goddess created us and sent us down to the surface. The Holy City is what humans built on top of that land."
"I see…. Then why did you start tearing into me the second you saw me here?"
"Hehe… because I didn't know how amazing Master was…."
She rubbed her face against my lap like a cat in heat. I watched her for a moment, then flicked her forehead.
"Ow!"
"Cut the nonsense and give me a real answer."
"…Because you weren't like a hero."
"Not like a hero, huh."
She wasn't wrong. I wasn't a hero. If a holy sword thought I didn't measure up, that was fair. Hell, if anyone had told me I had the makings of a hero, I'd have told them to shut up.
"The previous hero, Leon… he had both the talent and the character. But Master — your skill is clearly outstanding, yet I didn't think you had the disposition to be a hero…."
"That's fair."
"Hehe… but Makina acknowledges Master now. Master is a human of this world."
"…Come to think of it, I had a status condition called Otherworld Wanderer. What's that?"
Makina beamed as she answered.
"Basically, when a being without divine authority crosses between worlds, the laws of their original world — Law A — collide with the laws of the world they've entered — Law B. The Otherworld Wanderer status exists to prevent that collision."
"Crossing worlds is a pretty big deal, then…. So? You don't know why the Goddess went to all that trouble to bring me here either?"
"No…. But the Goddess did say this: she can't come to receive you just yet, but she believes in you."
Some god I'd never even seen the face of saying she believed in me didn't exactly move me.
…Wait a second.
"Does that mean I can use artifacts and stuff?"
"Yes. But given Master's current power level… most artifacts would be more trouble than they're worth."
Utility artifacts, though — those might still be worth equipping. I should clean out my inventory later.
"…So what is Master going to do from now on?"
"I feel like I got asked something similar right before I came here. Are you that curious?"
"Well, Master is strong enough right now to charge straight at a fragment of the Demon King and take its head."
"…Is that so?"
I asked just to confirm, and Holy Sword Makina nodded.
"At the very least… from the moment Master fully recovered with Hyeonmu's help, the number of beings who could stand against you was already countable on one hand. And now that you can fully use my power, the ones who could even contend with Master — as far as I can think of — number only three."
"Three?"
"Yes. Je-cheon-dae-seong, who resides somewhere on the Eastern Continent of Filgrea. Pyung-cheon-dae-seong, secluded on the Western Continent of Filgrea. And… the Demon King in his complete form."
That strong, huh.
And of course — Sun Wukong. Stronger than the Demon King of Teaching. The Bull Demon King was described as a monster on par with him, so those two were about even….
"If you mean the complete Demon King, then the fragments aren't even in my league?"
"No."
Makina answered without a second's hesitation. Then she quietly rose, climbed into my lap, and nestled against me like a cat burrowing into its owner's arms.
"That's why I'm asking. What does Master intend to do from here?"
"…Probably not much different from what I've been doing."
"Is that so? Even though you could cut down a Demon King fragment right this moment?"
"Let's say I run off right now and take a fragment's head. Who's going to know?"
I stroked Makina's hair lightly as I spoke.
"Like you said — I'm not a hero. I don't have the resolve to walk through hell alone for the sake of the world, and I don't intend to. I don't have that kind of noble will. Even if I cut down a Demon King fragment and announced, 'I defeated the Demon King!' — nobody would give a damn."
"So you're going to keep doing things the way you have been?"
"That's right."
Coming to the Yeom Kingdom, drifting along with the greater current instead of forcing things myself — it all came down to that.
Even if I personally carved through the Beastman Alliance and cut down the Yeom Demon King's fragment, it wouldn't count as an achievement. Nobody would know.
Only after they recognized the threat of the Beastman Alliance and the Demon King fragments for themselves — only after they understood their own power wasn't enough — would the timing be right for me to step in. Then, when I took care of the fragments myself, it would finally be recognized as an achievement.
"In the world I came from, there was this manga. The protagonist was ridiculously strong — a hero who could one-shot any villain, no matter who."
"Sounds like Master."
"…I don't know about that. But that protagonist wasn't respected by people. Part of it was that he never advertised his own deeds — but mostly, he was so strong that he finished every enemy in one hit, so people started thinking, 'Wait, were those villains just weak to begin with?'"
I wasn't some saintly gentleman like that manga's protagonist.
More than anything… I needed to succeed in a big, visible way so I could take revenge on the heroines who betrayed Leon while he was being dismissed as the Incompetent Hero. Achievements nobody knew about were worthless to me.
"The reason I deliberately built ties with the Yeom Kingdom's army, the reason I agreed to cooperate with Sichuan, the reason I moved according to their requests — all of it was to make absolutely clear that this wasn't just my personal business. It was a matter of critical importance to the entire Yeom Kingdom, and they needed my help for it."
"Then it'll be soon, won't it? The Emperor of Yeom has declared war on the Beastman Alliance, and the Beastman Alliance is currently aiding a Demon King fragment."
Instead of answering, I stroked her hair.