Chapter 22: Guardian of the Blue Holy Tree 1
"My mourning clothes, they're soiled.”
The day was about to change, and as he was hugging Melvina on the bed, she suddenly muttered.
“…………”
Silently, he hugged her thin waist.
The feeling of Melvina's warm skin was clearly felt through the thin fabric of her negligee.
He stroked her hips and felt the deep crack of her ass against the flesh of his hands.
His face nuzzled her breasts.
Melvina's nipples smelled of soap and felt soft to the touch.
Her nipples were erect, and every time he brushed against them, she let out a small sigh and her body trembled.
"Nhh……"
Squelch*―― a watery sound from under the negligee.
Inside, they were still connected.
Melvina was sitting deep on top of the erected penis, buried up to the base and wrapped by her. The tip of the penis was leaking semen. Likewise, Melvina felt the burly penis and occasionally had a small climax.
"Can you put on your uniform?"
“Fuu, u-uniform… from the academy?”
"Yeah."
The hand opposite the one stroking her buttocks is placed on her shoulder.
Melvina brought her face closer and bit his lips as if she were eating him.
Squelch*―― sounds from the two joined surfaces.
Melvina breathed hard and tightened her knees as he sucked and pulled his entire tongue. Her thighs clamped tightly between her hips. The pussy that is sucking the penis into its mouth becomes moist, and the back of the girl's vagina rubs against the tip. He doesn't know if she was doing it intentionally or not, but the penis couldn't withstand the seed-begging movement.
"Kuh, it's coming out."
Spurt*, spuuuuurt*, spuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuurt*! Spuuuuuuuuuurt*!
Spuuuuuuuuuuurt*, spurt*!
Spurt*, spurt*!
“Nkuh, ……fuu, fuu, nahh…… a-amazing……”
Melvina closes her eyes after receiving an ejaculation inside her.
Her eyebrows wrinkled to endure the pleasure.
"So much... semen... haanh, amazing..."
Melvina's lower body regained strength.
He could feel the muscles in her thighs moving, and he could feel them moving in his hips.
The penis covered with semen is still caught in the vaginal wall.
She has bottomless physical strength.
She is not satisfied yet.
Her peach-colored lips fell, and their lips meet.
They give each other saliva, explore each other's mouths to their heart's content, and finally, they pull their faces apart connected by a saliva thread. Melvina had the face of a perfect bitch. Her beauty, always smiling gently, was looking at him hungrily.
"Haa, ha――ahh, haa, C-Christo-san, I, cum. A big one... nhh, fuu, fuuuu, fuu, nfuu, fuuuu, nhh......! ......Ahh...... haaaa, ――――ahhh."
A beastly voice.
Those who only know her quiet side will not believe that this voice belongs to Melvina.
The blond-haired girl turned her modest chest away and turned her face toward the ceiling.
Her knees opened of their own accord, and conversely, her secret hole tightened up.
The male fluid inside flooded out with a loud sound due to excessive tightness.
He felt the warm liquid splashing on his pubic hair.
"It heels... ghood..."
She couldn't speak clearly.
He hugged Melvina, who was falling down, with both hands, and stroked her back, shoulders, and buttocks with the palms of his hands. Melvina buried her face against his chest and took deep breaths.
He thought they'd love each other tonight.
Tomorrow is the beginning of the week, but the academy will remain closed anyway.
Melvina seemed to have the same idea, and when she stretched her neck to his ear, she nuzzled his ear hole with her tongue.
"I'm going to wear my uniform."
"Alright. It's going to get messy."
"Yes. The school is closed for a while anyway."
"Alright."
“Christo-san should also wear a uniform.”
“Both of us wearing uniforms. Nice.”
"I might turn into a beast. Please don't get disappointed."
There is no reason for him to be disappointed.
In fact, he'll be even more infatuated with her―― Just as Christo was about to reply, the doorbell rang from the first floor.
A doorbell at this time of night.
"――――"
“…………”
Christo and Melvina looked at each other.
“Who is it?... Ah, we're not at home"
"Tch, you rude intruder. Can't you see we're busy?"
"But, it's midnight now."
The bell rang again.
There was no sign so far that the midnight visitor was leaving.
Christo and Melvina looked at each other once more and finally let go of their bodies, which had been intertwined like an octopus.
× × ×
The uninvited guests at midnight were Piercarlo D'Alessio's―― the three men who were in the student council room with Pierre.
The young man who had been lighting a cigarette with Pierre, the large brown-skinned man, and the wildly attractive man with dog ears.
"Too slow. How long has it taken you to come out?"
The young man spits out those words from the first meeting.
He was the one who had clicked his tongue and jealous of Christo since they first met.
It seems that he has not had good feelings toward Christo from the beginning.
"That's the first thing you say when you come barging into someone's house in the middle of the night?"
Christo shrugged.
Melvina, who has dressed up for the time being, comes out from the back with a lantern.
She pointed to the tavern with a hand wrapped in her negligee.
"Please come in for now. Even though the entertainment district is nearby, this is a residential area."
"No, it's fine."
The brown-skinned man grabs the young man's shoulders and pulls him back.
The man looked at Christo and Melvina alternately and bowed with a sophisticated movement.
"I'm sorry for bothering you this late in the night. I'm here because of my master's order. Would you please listen to us?"
“If I had not wanted to listen, I would have stayed away. Why don't you just tell me what you want?"
"What the hell is with this guy?"
The young man literally bared his fangs.
The dog-eared man stopped him.
"Well, well, calm down. We're the ones who came barging in here in the middle of the night. We're the ones who are the bad ones."
"...Hmph."
"It's a request from the Piercarlo company."
The brown man says. "We are on our way to the mountain of the holy tree to get special news, and we would like you to escort the press corps to the mountain. [Hero of the North]."
"Special news?"
Christo raised his eyebrows.
The dog-eared man answered.
"Yes, that's right. You know that fairy race terrorists are going to attack the ceremony, right? But now, even though the ceremony is over, they have not shown their faces. On the other hand, the church knight who was guarding the mountain of the holy tree reported that he saw a suspicious figure near the tunnel leading to the top of the mountain. This is information from a solid source."
“The Royal Army had guessed that the enemy's target was the [Holy sword that slays Fairies] on the mountain of the Holy Tree. All the guardian knights guarding the area around the castle are ready to march to the mountain, leaving the leader, [Dragon Slayer], behind. Setanta Lou, the descendant of the hero of light, is also preparing to go out.
“Hoh, so you decided to send a team of reporters to report in detail on the battlefield?”
"That's right. This is going to be a special news. Our company has put the terrorist statement in the extra issue. The public will be eager to hear the after story of these pathetic terrorists. Whether they fought heroically and were annihilated, or whether they outwitted the Royal Army and the Church Knights and successfully achieved their goals.”
“Those who can make normal decisions will think that the former is the correct one.”
Christo said so and shrugged his shoulders.
“Hey, Christopher Söderholm, do us a favor. I've got the press waiting. We really need more guards. I want to get as close as possible to the mountain of the holy tree for my report. I've hired a lot of painters. But the enemy is a bunch of bad guys who killed a lot of students at the Holy Sword Academy. We need your help."
“Master has offered you a reward."
The brown man snapped his fingers.
A servant-like man appears from behind.
He was carrying a heavy bag in his hand.
“One thousand gold coins. If you will do the job, we will pay you one hundred coins in advance."
"One thousand gold coins."
Christo repeats the man's words.
For a company that publishes newspapers, 1,000 gold coins would be a small sum of money.
He was sure that they would pay him.
(One thousand...... That's a lot of money for me right now.)
The money he got from selling the old man's body was about 5,000 gold coins.
1,000 of them were lost due to the purchase of magic books, entrance fees, tuition fees, donations to churches, taxes, and so on.
Considering next year's tuition fee and graduation qualification certification fee, if he has 5,000 gold coins, he could live comfortably.
But what if Melvina was cut off from the Hero Family for some reason――?
There is no support in this country.
If she is cut off from her family, she would no longer be legally supported.
Considering her tuition and other expenses, 5,000 gold coins was a rather tight sum.
(I was planning to start making some money next month. It will be needed to build the country anyway. In such a situation, 1000 gold coins instantly are tremendously tempting.)
Christo quickly reads the contract handed to him by the dog-eared man.
He reads the long document five lines at a time, and understands all the details correctly.
(Really, all I have to do is escort the press corps. Just follow them to the battlefield and watch the battle from the sidelines. This is good. Too good.)
Is it okay to really believe this?
Christo doubts.
However, the newspaper firm would never have thought that there were only six enemy attackers.
It would be simply suicidal to attack the mountain of the holy tree with only six men.
It would not even be a battle.
That is why they are working on the assumption that there are sixty of them.
In reality, there was only the wounded Gilsanas, and in the event of a battle, they would be overwhelmed by ordinary church knights and royal army knights in a few minutes, but the number of people who attacked the extracurricular activities at Holy Sword Academy was nearly double that of the previous time. The newspaper firm believes that there are terrorists in the area.
Well, that's what one would normally think.
A suicide attack by six people is just too stupid.
People will dismiss any option that is not too rational from their consideration.
There will be no battle.
It doesn't even go into battle.
Hence, there is almost no danger of escorting or being caught up in a fight.
If anything, Christo alone can kill Gilsanas and the others in five seconds.
Gilsanas and Tanis are already deeply wounded, and the remaining four elves, although they may be strong, are far less skilled than Gilsanas and Tanis.
The athletic performance, such as stride length and leaping distance, has also been confirmed.
The problem is the [White Knight], whose abilities are all unknown, but even he, as expected, would not be so foolish as to charge into the mountain of the holy tree with the elves, who would slow him down.
(To begin with, the fact that Gilsanas and his men had not yet stormed the mountain at this time of night suggests that they may have fled southward.)
The ceremony at the royal castle is already over.
If they are going to raid the mountain, they should do it only when the ceremony is being guarded.
If they go there now, they will run into the main force of guardian knights and Setanta.
Earlier, this brown man had mentioned that the church knights had apparently seen a suspicious shadow in the mountain tunnel, and if it was Gilsanas and the others, they would have realized that their plan had failed.
He would like to believe that they are not the bottomless fools who would charge in at this stage of the game.......
(Think more.)
Christo thinks further.
What if the whole thing about escorting the reporters was a lie――?
Christo's thoughts are getting a little too far-fetched at this point, but then he wonders if the mysterious [White Knight], whom he has never met before, is a member of the newspaper company.
The Newspaper Company―― no, the [White Knight] is going to get Christo to help out Gilsanas' plans?
The story is jumping too far, but let's assume that's the case.
If so, who is the [White Knight] and what is his purpose?
"――――"
Silence for a few seconds.
Think of every possible possibility.
In the end, it would be good if Christo and the forces allied with him were victorious.
It doesn't matter how unhappy others end.
"――I have checked the contract. Thank you."
"What's your reply?"
"I'll take it. I'll protect the press corps."
The brown man lets out a sigh of relief.
The young man said, "Was it necessary to be pompous?"
"Well then, get in the carriage immediately. We'll transport you to the back road of the Holy Tree Mountain."
The dog-eared man held up a lantern and pointed to the carriage parked on the road.
Christo held up a finger.
"However, I will cooperate with you until dawn. After dawn, we'll go back to our daily lives as if we had nothing to do with the other."
"Well, it's the same for us, you know? The royal army has forbidden us to do interviews. We're going to break the prohibition. If we get caught, we will be fined. We'll all forget about tonight when it's over. It's for both our sakes."
"Okay. The contract is here. I'll sign it."
"Then here's the advance payment."
"Ah. ――Melvina, please keep it."
"Understood."
Melvina nodded and accepted the bag of gold coins with one hand.
The three men tilted their heads, saying, "Ha?"
Christo knew that feeling.
The same goes for Patricia, but the women in Lou Family are a little strange in terms of their physical strength.
"I'm off. Please look after the house."
“Have a nice day, Christo-san. See you later."
"I will only escort them. It won't be a battle. Don't look so worried."
"Yes... But the enemy is a group of terrorists who we don't know about. If they get cornered, they may launch suicide bombings without looking at the consequences. Please be careful."
"Yeah."
"If only I had the strength to fight... No, there's no point in lamenting now. I'll be waiting for your return."
"Yeah. I think I'll be home before breakfast, so get breakfast ready."
“Can't you be a little more nervous?”
"You're the only one in a different mood. Are you okay?"
The young man asks.
The mood is different, but since Christo is the only one who knows everything about the enemy, there is no way he would get nervous.
If the most likely future were to come true, Gilsanas would be found near the southern border, torn to pieces by the royal army, and that would be the end.
Christo looked around at the others and said.
"Give me five minutes. I'll change my clothes and fetch my magic book."
× × ×
In the carriage, he reviewed the magic book by the faint light of the lantern.
It would be difficult for an ordinary person to read the letters on the paper, but Christo has night vision.
Although the light was barely enough to see the face of the big brown man sitting across from him, he was able to read the magic book without any problems.
"Arrow of light."
ᛇ ᛏ ᚺ
By shooting three corresponding runes into the sky, it produces an arrow of light that shoots through the enemy.
"Flaming Wall of the North."
ᛉ ᚲ ᛊ
It distorts the surrounding space to deflect attacks or folds the entire space to disappear.
At the same time, if any enemies are in close proximity, they will be set ablaze.
"Winter Chain."
ᛁ ᚾ ᚦ
Cools the surrounding air and creates pale blue chains. The chains entangle the target and grow thorns, injuring and freezing the bound person at the same time.
Those who are hit by this attack experience unbearable hunger.
"Falling Red-Branched Demon Spear."
ᛇ ᚦ ᛏ ᚺ
Releases the corresponding runes into the void and forms a formation in the sky.
It can be activated by throwing a red branch as a catalyst and chanting.
Numerous red spears, which cannot be avoided, rain down from above, destroying all.
"God's Funeral, Gungnir"
Release all kinds of rune stones and offer a prayer of destruction to the Great God.
The chanting is long and the gap is large. But, it is extremely powerful.
If Christo's blood is used as the catalyst, the effect is almost the same as the primordial rune magic "Gungnir, the Spear of Destruction".
The spear, which is said to have been wielded by a god, reaps a wide range of enemies in front of it and annihilates them.
It is a special killing blow that recreates the twilight of the gods.
(With this.)
There are many more, but he should not get lost when using them even if he learns too many. For the time being, he'll deal with these five techniques and the magic that can be activated with a single rune stone.
It is more likely that there will be no battle in the first place.
Or rather, if it is just Gilsanas and the others, they would be killed instantly with [Arrows of light].
"When we get there, I'll make a golem."
Christo said to the brown man sitting across from him.
The man nodded.
"I understand. Are you taking that leather bag over your shoulder with you?
"I'm a mage. A mage carries around magic books and catalysts."
"An old-style mage."
"There are almost no people in the light race who use magic as a weapon. Is there old or new?"
Christo closed the book and put it in his bag.
He turned to face the big man facing him.
"By the way, the enemy is after the original holy sword that you say is kept under the sacred tree, right?"
"That's what they say. If you think about it honestly, it probably is. There's no idiot who climbs the Holy Tree Mountain, enjoys the views of it at night, and then goes home."
"There are two types of holy swords there, [Holy sword that slays fairies] and [Holy sword that slays devils], right?"
The brown man nodded.
"And the [Holy sword that slays dwarves]. It is said that there are three of them. The holy sword is a huge one, said to have been handled by the hero of light. It would be difficult to take them all out. If the elves can reach the top of the mountain, they will be forced to choose which one to steal."
"I doubt they could destroy them all on the spot. If the sword could be destroyed, the Grand Duke Salvatori have destroyed it a hundred years ago, instead of stealing the [Holy sword of the sun]."
"The raiders will take the [Holy sword that slays Fairies]. It would be wise to steal the sword that slays the elves or dwarves. On the other hand, the [Holy sword that slays devils], is less profitable to steal."
"If you had to choose between elves and dwarves, you would steal a holy sword that has the power to kill them―― is that so?"
"That's how it is."
The brown man nods.
Then he told Christo to look out the carriage window.
"We're about to arrive. The reporters are already waiting. I will take you to them."
"Alright."
× × ×
At the foot of the mountain of the holy tree, the church knights of the Holy Tree Church and the knights of the Royal Army were surrounding the area with such vigor that not even a cat could escape. The carriage stopped in front of the entrance to the mountain road at the back of the mountain of the holy tree.
Naturally, there were many knights of the Royal Army packed in here as well, but after a few words with the commander of the troop, Christo and the press corps were allowed to pass through the entrance of the mountain road.
Either they were from the company, or they had been paid off.
The group of people began to climb up the mountain path and eventually came to a tunnel leading to the summit of the Holy Tree Mountain. The tunnel was large enough for two wagons to pass through side by side, but it was roughly sealed off with a battered brick wall, the top of which had faint writing that read, "Old Tunnel, No Entry".
"I'm going to make a golem. Wait here for a while."
With these words to the reporters, Christo wandered off into the forest.
He chose a spot where there were few tree roots and began to work his magic to create a golem.
At the top of the mountain of the holy tree, there grows a huge blue holy tree that reaches to the sky.
It shines blue even at night, and it is said to have been here before the independence of the Kingdom of Yggdrasil―― before the appearance of Lou, the hero of light.
The blue particles that the Holy Tree scatters―― the blue ash negates magic and Christo's authority.
Even the magic of making a golem was difficult to use on the mountain, where the blue ash permeated to its fullest extent.
"The magic of the earth cannot be used properly here, huh?"
Christo muttered as he looked at the finished golem.
The golem was only about half the size of the one he had created at the training grounds and in the wilderness.
Still, the golem Christo had created was no different, so it would do a decent job in a battle.
(I spent a lot of time on it.)
Then, the trio of Pierre's men and the press corps, who were surely there before he left them, disappeared without a trace.
Christo was not particularly panicked, but checked the footprints on the ground.
The footprints―― they had been erased without a trace.
(――I see. So the most improbable future has come true.)
He stands up silently.
If that is the case, the future may be a flashy battle, depending on the conditions.
Whichever side...... take...... we will......
"This way."
A man, a woman and a small child.
Or an old woman.
A voice that sounds like a mixture of multiple voices echoes from beyond the darkness.
"We can get in this way. There is an old road."
"Hoh, is that true, [White Knight]?"
"Gilsanas, let's run away. The plan is a failure."
"Shut up! Thirty-three of our comrades have died. There are only six of us left. We can't just run away like this!"
"That's right, if we've come this far, we have no choice but to steal the holy sword."
"Everyone, wait."
A mingled voice stops a group of voices coming from beyond the darkness.
"What's wrong, [White Knight]?"
"There's someone up ahead. It could be the enemy."
(Enemy, huh)
Christo let out a small sigh and walked toward the group, making deliberately loud footsteps.
Weaving his way through the trees, he emerged onto an animal trail slightly off the mountain road.
There, he found the elven raiders, who he had seen not long before.
Near the six attackers stood an odd-looking person in full white armor.
Is that the [White Knight]?
Christo called out, "Gilsanas", and appeared in front of the party.
"You! You're the one who helped us before!"
"Why are you in a place like this?" "Idiot! He must be protecting the mountain! This guy is human!"
"By the way, I have no intention of killing you. It's not worth it. Why did you make such a stupid choice? Are you crazy? Hey, Tanis. Why didn't you stop Gilsanas?"
Christo looked at the muscular man behind Gilsanas.
The man―― Tanis looked to the side with an embarrassed face.
"No, that's... um. I tried to stop him..."
"Demon Surt's dismantling show ended a long time ago. The royal army has already confirmed your appearance and has already surrounded you. It will be difficult to escape to the southern border."
"Like I said! Let's attack the mountain quickly. But this idiot... Tanis is saying that the enemy would find us or that we would die if we went in!"
"What? If you hadn't stopped, you'd be impaled by now, Gilsanas."
"H-hey, don't fight, Gilsanas, Tanis. We're in hostile territory."
"There is no option to escape after coming this far, you guys."
The [White Knight] opens its mouth.
It stared at the elves with a staring red glowing eye behind its helmet.
“Both retreat and advance are risky. If both are risky, it is better to act for maximum return.”
"That's right! The [White Knight] knows exactly what he's saying!"
The white knight nodded once, and finally came to Christo and put its hand on its chest.
"This is the first time I've met you, [Hero of the North] Christopher Soderholm. I'm called [White Knight]."
"I see. Nice to meet you, [White Knight]. I don't think it will be a short relationship."
"My opinion differs. I'm sure you and I will have a long relationship. First of all, you will be cooperating with us from now on."
"Hoh, cooperation?"
"Hey, this guy is human!" "Yes, he protects this mountain!"
Ignoring the elves' words, the [White Knight] continued.
"I'll give you a reward. Please escort them to the top of the mountain with me."
"This is insane. You're just going to die."
"It might be difficult for me or you alone. But if you and I team up, it's possible."
"Our enemies are the guardian knights. Everyone is here except for the leader, [Dragon Slayer]. The [Demon Burial] is coming."
"So?"
The [White Knight] immediately asked back. "Do you really think I can be defeated by the [Demon Burial]?"
"If you compare the [Demon Burial] you hear to a strange-looking pervert, I can only imagine a future in which you will be killed instantly."
When Christo said so, the [White Knight] put its hand to its chin and said, "Hmm".
"But I am probably the same thing as you. I am a seed from the same seven chaos."
"What?"
The [White Knight] approaches.
He whispered as he pulled his helmet to Christo's ear.
"Do you know what it means to be a divine specie that surpasses the royal specie? Christopher Söderholm. No, the son of the Demon King of Chaos, the prince of the devil race born of the seed given to the incubus―― the Demon Belial."
"――――"
"Demon Belial?" "A hundred years ago, the Demon King of Chaos gave the seeds of chaos to the women of the seven demon races, and they were born from there." "...? But the story of the seven seeds is just a fairy tale. That's what my father used to say."
Christo put his hands on his hips.
"Even if I'm that demon, and you're as strong as me, I have no obligation to cooperate with you guys."
"We have a duty. It's for the future."
The [White Knight] spreads both hands.
He continued.
"We are far superior to the light races. We have more physical strength, more brains, more knowledge, more magical skill, and unparalleled longevity―― life force. Why should we be driven to this level by a lower race whose only ability is to rely on fertility and the Blue Holy Tree? Long ago, we demons were worshipped by humans and beastmen as the ancestors of the gods―― the spirits that live on this earth, and we used them as our servants. Now we are kept as slaves."
The [White Knight] began to walk slowly around Christo.
As he walked, he continued.
"At this rate, the demon race will be hunted down by the light race in the not-too-distant future. The dragon race has been driven north. Because of the cold temperatures in the north, they are not producing males, but only females, I hear. The vampires of the south have made peace with the light races. But coexistence is not possible. The vampires, who kept humans as livestock, would never be satisfied with only a limited number of human exports each year. In the Night Empire, the limited amount of humans exported has led some to claim that, on the contrary, they are being kept by humans, and many have suggested to Leopoldo Salvatori that the truce be stopped. It is coming."
The [White Knight] looked at Christo.
"You're a demon, right? Are you okay with this? If you enter the world of humans, you will have to hide that you are a demon."
"――――"
"I'm not telling you to take our side. But please think about your family members who died. Did your family want a world where demons were persecuted like that?"
"――――"
Silence fell.
The [White Knight] stopped walking.
From inside his helmet, he was sending Christo a sincere look.
"Demon Belial. I need your power. ――Please lend me your power."
Tftc
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