13. Sunset (3)
13. Sunset (3)
To put it bluntly, it took roughly over 20 minutes to wash off the goblin's semen.
It was as if it had evolved to impregnate females of other species by any means necessary—once attached, it wouldn't wash off no matter how much I scrubbed.
But conversely, this meant that while goblins were surprisingly small in stature and weak compared to demon beasts like orcs, they had evolved to be lethally effective at impregnation.
The concentration, thickness, and the sheer volume of semen they ejaculated all at once was insane—utterly incomparable to that of human males.
If this were to enter a human woman's vagina...
A single ejaculation would surely get her pregnant.
And indeed, it did.
It was truly difficult to remove the semen that filled the vaginas of the village women who had been subjected to vaginal ejaculation by the goblins.
I had to scrape out their insides with my fingers over and over again.
"...You didn't have to dirty your own hands. You've worked hard as well."
"It was only natural."
Was it just my imagination, or was there an awkward atmosphere because she had seen me earlier?
We washed our hands in silence, neither of us saying a word.
Not long after, a knight came running over to us, panting heavily.
"Captain! Your Highness! The women have woken up!"
"...!"
In that instant, Sir Evernoir and I made eye contact and both rushed over without a second thought.
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Sir Evernoir approached first and made eye contact with the woman who had woken up earliest.
"Are you conscious?"
"............"
The woman showed no expression, said nothing, and simply began looking around.
"...Who are you all?"
"We are the 2nd Imperial Knights."
"Hmm, why would such people come all the way here... More importantly, I need to go check on the leather I finished tanning yesterday—"
Something was wrong.
But I didn't step forward first.
Looking around, the knights seemed familiar with this scene, bowing their heads as if they had seen it before.
"...The leather is fine. More importantly, what is your name?"
"Huh? I'm Mari. I'm the daughter of the leatherworker who runs the workshop in Arbel Village."
Evernoir closed her eyes tightly for a moment.
But then she firmly grabbed Mari's arms.
As if to say, don't struggle too much—
"Mari, remember. Goblins must have attacked Arbel Village."
As soon as Evernoir finished speaking, Mari's expression turned icy cold.
"...Ah."
She looked around once more.
The knights' gazes toward her were filled with profound sadness.
And she looked around again.
This time, not at the knights, but at the scenery beyond them.
The building that looked like the village hall was already destroyed and burned to ashes.
And when she looked around once more...
Memories from the past week until now began flooding back like a tidal wave.
"Ah."
"Aah."
"Aaaaah...!"
The sudden arrival of the goblin horde.
They tried to join forces with the villagers to fight off the goblins, but there were simply too many.
One by one, heads began to be crushed by the goblins' clubs,
and right before her eyes, her father lost his life to a goblin.
But the goblins didn't stop there.
As if to flaunt their power, they began tearing, breaking, and mutilating the corpses of the already dead men.
They didn't spare her father's body either.
It was so infuriating.
The peaceful days had been shattered in a single morning—it was unbelievable.
She thought it must be a dream.
Consumed by rage, she screamed at them to stop,
and the dozens of goblins tearing apart her father's body all turned their gaze toward her at once.
They drooled as if looking at delicious food, their cocks twitching below.
What followed was predictable.
All the village men were killed, and the women began to be violated.
Among them was Aria Unni, who had given birth just this month.
But those monsters were cruel.
While raping Aria Unni, they killed her baby right in front of her eyes.
And she was included too.
With her hands and feet bound, she was violated all day long.
When the goblin fucking her got sleepy, it would go to sleep.
But then another goblin would wake up and start pounding her body again.
At first, she thought she would die.
Unable to sleep properly, unable to eat properly.
But for some reason, her life wouldn't end.
Of course, she hated it.
Being raped by goblins—not even by a man she liked.
But that didn't last long either.
The first day or two felt like hell.
However, from some point on...
The endless climaxes and orgasms began to break her mind.
She doesn't remember exactly.
Was it the third day? Or the fourth?
From then on, she saw herself spreading her legs willingly to satisfy the goblins' desires.
It was disgusting.
More than the goblins raping her, she hated herself for succumbing to orgasms from demon beasts.
"Please, please kill me..."
She wanted to die.
She tried to kill herself.
But she couldn't move because the female knight was firmly holding both her arms.
Considering her situation, she thought perhaps this slender yet sturdy-handed woman would grant her a peaceful death.
"...I'm sorry."
Of course, Mari's expectations were shattered.
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In the end, I couldn't bear it and stepped outside first.
"...Hoo."
Honestly, I hadn't expected it to be this harrowing.
As someone taught that choosing suicide to die honorably was natural, the actions of the woman named Mari were shocking and terrifying.
I had only heard reports of villages being invaded by demon beasts every year, but facing this reality firsthand was nothing short of horrific.
And I realized just how much of a frog in a well I had been.
How should I describe this?
The disgust I now feel upon learning the true nature of goblins?
No, I knew better than anyone what happens after goblins invade.
Then is it the fear that I, also a woman, could end up like that if captured by goblins?
If not that, then is it sympathy for the village women who ended up like this because they lacked power?
"Ha."
No.
I must not look at them with pity over such trivial feelings.
It's not as if anyone wants this to happen to them.
This was disillusionment.
Disillusionment with myself—living safer, eating better, and living more comfortably than anyone in the Imperial Palace, yet daring to feel sorry for these people,
and disillusionment with the relief that fortunately, this didn't happen to me.
"...Are you alright?"
"No."
As the worried woman sat beside me, a familiar scent wafted into my nose.
"The victims?"
"Some have woken up, and the knights are restraining them."
Restraining.
Well, they would have to, wouldn't they?
If women who went through such an ordeal regained their senses, they certainly wouldn't be in a good state.
"You held out surprisingly well."
"Sir."
What kind of talk is that?
Even if there's no one around, is that something a captain should say?
"Are you mocking me now?"
"............"
Sir Evernoir silently met my gaze.
Just as I was about to tell her to say something, Sir Evernoir spoke.
"—Usually, at first, everyone either vomits, avoids it, or runs away."
"What?"
Evernoir's gaze turned forward.
Ahead was the village hall where the victims were.
"As if blaming themselves for not being able to protect them. Or they run away out of fear that they could end up like that too."
"............"
"Your Highness, may I ask one thing?"
"...Speak."
Evernoir began staring intently into my eyes.
The depth in her pupils was, at the very least, deeper than mine.
"Did those women suffer because of you?"
"...What are you saying now?"
"I'm asking if they became the goblins' cocksleeves because you failed to stop the goblins."
"Sir!"
That crossed the line.
No matter if she's a captain or a noble, there are things you should say and things you shouldn't.
"What I want to say is, why do you keep feeling guilty?"
"Ha?"
If I kept listening to Sir Evernoir's words, I felt like I would go insane first.
"We are knights. But we cannot protect every citizen. So if you just wallow in guilt after seeing them, is that the answer?"
"............"
"I commend you for enduring as much as you did before leaving your post. But if that guilt causes problems in the current situation, please leave the knight order."
Sir Evernoir's gaze toward me didn't waver in the slightest.
And only then did I realize what she was trying to tell me.
Evernoir wasn't trying to mock me, nor did she want me to leave the knight order.
"Ha!"
I'll admit it.
Sir Evernoir is a more experienced and resilient woman than I, who was coddled in the Imperial Palace.
At least in this matter, Sir Evernoir is more capable than I am.
But that's one thing, and this is another.
While Sir Evernoir's wake-up call was sufficient, I wasn't that weak.
It seemed she was worried that I would break or lose heart over this incident.
But she was too insolent.
Her way of speaking.
"Sir Evernoir."
"Yes, Your Highness."
"No matter how much it was for my sake, you were far too insolent just now. You must take responsibility."
"............Yes."
For some reason, Sir Evernoir looked very sullen.
Of course, no matter how much she did it for me, she naturally had to take responsibility for such insolent behavior toward the imperial princess of a nation.