Camilla of That Time — Part 1
During the height of the war with the Demon Realm, Camilla had volunteered to support the front lines herself.
But—
"Hah, of all things, orcs?"
Camilla was flustered.
It was true she had come here of her own accord to help defend the position.
But she had never actually imagined herself standing in the thick of battle, facing demons.
The front lines were, in her mind, the perfect place to inflate one's accomplishments with minimal effort while staying relatively safe. That was why she had come.
"Yes, of course, they're just orcs, so we can handle them, but you should know what you're getting into."
"Well, orcs should be fine, I suppose."
The nun Camilla, slightly startled, decided that much was manageable.
Orcs were weak creatures—easy prey for any knight of real strength. They posed no threat whatsoever.
Strong in body, but stupid. That was the assessment of orcs that had been passed down for generations.
"If any of your men are wounded, please send them to this cathedral quickly. I'll take care of them."
"With a nun like you here, we feel secure."
"And I feel secure knowing you knights are here."
But none of them knew—
That among those supposedly stupid orcs was one who was anything but, one who commanded his forces with tactical brilliance, and that his army was marching straight toward them.
And that the price of underestimating an enemy you thought was foolish would be far greater than they could have imagined.
After a few battles, the knights realized—
But by the time the rear lines learned the truth, it was already too late.
···.
"So—" The news that arrived was devastating.
"Y-you mean, they're all gone?"
"Yes."
Upon hearing the news, Camilla immediately began to prepare.
She quickly gathered only the essentials and started making arrangements to flee.
"Hurry, pack up! If the orcs get here, I'm finished!"
"Y-yes, ma'am!"
Mourning the fallen was not a priority right now.
With the front collapsed, the rear was in grave danger.
The moment she heard that they had all been killed or captured, Camilla had wanted nothing more than to run.
She would do anything to avoid being violated by orcs.
"Nun!"
"W-what is it! Hurry and pack your things so we can flee! Ah, no—! If it's not absolutely essential, leave it all behind and run right now—"
"T-they've already surrounded us···."
And then the worst possible situation arrived.
"A-already? B-but we just got the news, didn't we?"
Her plans to climb the church hierarchy by providing healing and support on the battlefield no longer mattered.
Orcs.
"S-surrounded by······?"
Surrounded by orcs, who were notorious for treating women terribly.
If they had been other demons, perhaps she would have been simply killed, or treated as an ordinary slave. She had some confidence in her looks, so she could at least hope for that much.
There was a stereotype that blonde, blue-eyed women with large breasts were stupid.
But in an era where having a pretty, dim-witted slave by your side was considered the icing on the cake, her appearance had always been an advantage.
But now, all those advantages had become poison.
To orcs, she would only look like something lush and desirable.
Trembling.
"O-orcs···?"
Her career path being cut off was no longer important.
She needed to worry about herself, not her ambitions.
"We have sent word from the church, begging for mercy and surrender."
Orcs were slow and dull.
So he had ordered them to use other races as vanguard, and once the front had collapsed, to surround the rear.
Unbelievable as it might seem, this was a successful command by the orc, Gornakh.
He had hoped that by surrounding them as thoroughly as possible, he might find some decent females—
"It doesn't look like there are many women here."
"Well, I was expecting that."
Even so, this was the front line, and they were orcs—most of the women simply weren't here.
Even as sacred slaves, many had been broken down from rough treatment. It was inevitable that women would flee at the first sign of danger, even if the land hadn't yet been occupied.
But it was no use for Gornakh to argue that he himself was different.
"Still, it seems there are people in the church. Shall we investigate?"
He had already formally invited the succubi to begin preparing the Flower Garden for his females.
A succubus dispatched to care for Gornakh's females asked.
"It'll probably just be nuns, but yes. Go ahead and check."
"Yes~"
Honestly, he had no expectations.
But there might be a surprisingly good woman among them.
The church, stripped of its blessings and fallen into the hands of demons, held no holy power.
The succubus examined the surrendered prisoners.
"None of them are worth eating."
There were plenty of men.
Among them, several looked like decent males to the succubus's eye.
The succubi were pleased in their own way.
But they didn't think they could satisfy their employer.
Still, just in case, they began searching the church—
'What's this?'
Women's undergarments and personal belongings appeared in one corner.
But there were no women here at all.
It was impossible, even by their own reckoning, to have fled in the time available.
'She's hiding.'
The conclusion was simple.
And since they had only just been surrounded, she would likely be hiding in this building or nearby.
A woman's yin energy—entirely different from a man's.
If he traced that energy slowly···.
Soil showing signs of having been slightly dug up.
"Dig here."
And right there, along with a small passage to an attic space—
Trembling.
There was a nun, trembling with terror at the sight of the demons.
A female with a body so violently endowed in chest and hips that it seemed a waste to make her a nun—a blonde, blue-eyed beauty hiding like a treasure chest underground.
Trembling.
The nun Camilla trembled with immense fear, imagining a future handed over to orcs.
"Lord Gornakh, we found a good female."
"Really?"
"Yes."
The succubus boasted of her unexpected success.
The other succubi regretted not having come themselves, now that they knew this was the kind of result possible.
"Shall we bring her before Lord Gornakh right away?"
"Wait a moment."
—Haa♡
Sitting in his chair, Gornakh received service from a female swaying her hips, and even so, he was excited at the thought of seeing another female.
—It's gotten bigger♡ Haa♡
"I just thought of something fun."
"Prepare accordingly, just as I say."
With orcs all around, Camilla was dragged to the center.
'Are they going to give me to these creatures?'
The mere thought made her crouch with fear, her lower body clenching.
And as she was dragged to the center, her terror only grew.
But whether they were waiting for some signal, or the main figure had not yet appeared, the orcs did nothing.
They only cheered toward her.
One thing was clear: they were not doing anything to her.
Camilla had seen clearly.
Some of the women were being raped among the orcs.
'Am I going to end up like that too?'
And the thought of being handled roughly and ultimately dying a miserable death filled her with dread.
—Gornakh! Gornakh!
But as one name was called out, the crowd parted left and right.
At last, she would face the commander who led these orcs and demons.
Camilla, lying on her back, looked up at the orc.
Eyes that showed intelligence unseen in ordinary orcs.
And a body larger than the other orcs, with more defined muscles.
Even Camilla, who knew nothing of war, could tell that while he was an enemy to their women, he must have been a warrior of victory to his own side.
And unlike the other orcs, he did not give the impression of being ugly—instead, she sensed a rough, masculine presence.
Behind him, other women could be seen wearing shackles.
All of them naked, and some had something white flowing from beneath them.
'What is he planning···?'
Gornakh approached Camilla.
"What's your name?"
Even if she answered, she believed a miserable future awaited her.
But the orc warrior before her seemed so overwhelmingly powerful that even her fragile self felt awe.
"C-Camilla······."
"Right, Camilla. I'll give you a choice."
Then Gornakh sat in the chair prepared for him and spoke.
"Whether you'll be given to them, or to me."
Camilla's mind raced.
Even so, one was better than many.
And the orc Gornakh had given her a clear hint.
There must be a reason he had brought her all the way here.
'Those women of that orc···, at least they seem unharmed.'
Some females were leaking semen from below, but there were no signs of bruises or injury.
Instead, their faces were soaked in pleasure—far better expressions than those of pain and suffering.
At the very least, this orc did not seem to handle the females he took roughly.
"I-I'll choose you!"
"Oh? Wait a moment···."
Then Gornakh removed the cloth covering his own member.
"Hik······."
It was far larger than what she had glimpsed from the orcs at a distance.
So large she feared it might not even fit inside her.
"Now, choose again."
'T-that's impossible···.'
It was unreasonable.
It wouldn't fit.
But, however···.
'Those ones are no good···.'
Even looking at the women far off to the side, there were plenty of signs of rough handling, tearing, and injury.
Was there any orc who could terrify a female this much just by pulling out his own member?
Whatever she chose, she was terrified.
Gornakh smiled at the sight.
He enjoyed the situation where a female was this afraid.
But having already seen with those sharp eyes how the other orcs treated females, her choice was already decided.
Even that choice made her whole body tremble at the sight of the orc's member, but those orcs were absolutely out of the question···.
"I-I choose you······."
There was no other option, effectively.