Threatening Letter
"Ulrika has not returned yet?"
Eltharion, who was having a [Wood Woman] heal his wounds by the spring at the end of the forest clearing in the shallow layer of the north forest, muttered to himself.
Ulrika had returned to the pioneer village yesterday before Eltharion met with Christopher. She was to get clothing, preserved food, and money for the trip.
She said she would return as soon as she had scraped up the necessary supplies, but now, a day had passed and there was no sign of her return.
(If she was going to travel with me, it would be the last time she would see her grandmother. I would have to wait a bit.)
The peace with the human Count who rules this surrounding territory will take place at noon today.
He will discuss matters of peace in the forest and swamp with Eric Netzel, the Frontier Count, and have him retreat his troops. The letter sent by Frontier Count Netzel, along with Christopher's letter, contained a generally favorable response to the peace, so it is expected that the discussion will be concluded without any complications.
(The four people before were apes who could speak but had no desire to make a conversation, and the red-haired female warrior I recently confronted in the depths was a battle golem who could not communicate at all.)
Netzel, by contrast, is decent.
It's just that he rules the land.
For Eltharion, whose heart was in a state of despondency, Netzel was an oasis of normal, if not polite, communication.
"――――"
He suddenly felt a strange sensation and looked up at the sky above him.
Overhead was the owl that the young people of the pioneer village used when hunting.
After the owl spotted Eltharion, it headed back toward the village.
Soon after, he felt a man approaching the spring.
"This smell"
Eltharion let the [Wood Woman] back down and got up from the rock he was perched on.
As he walked out toward the forest clearing, he saw a young farmer with an owl coming toward him.
As he recalls, his name is Pontus.
He was Ulrika's childhood friend.
He doesn't show very good feelings toward Eltharion.
Well, it is rare that people in the pioneer village have good feelings toward Eltharion, so he doesn't mind. In the first place, he is a monkey who can talk. It would be foolish to take him seriously.
"What do you want?"
He lands softly in front of him.
"――――! E-Eltharion?"
"I'm asking what you want. I have plans for later today, so if you have some business with me, please be brief."
For the time being, he is the god's representative.
If he is not a rogue who threatens the village, he has to respond politely.
The young farmer gulped nervously at Eltharion, who spoke without hesitation.
His timid eyes wandered around, but as if he had made up his mind immediately, he pulled out a document from his pocket and handed it over.
"I was asked to deliver a letter to you."
"From whom?"
"I don't know. See for yourself."
"Who gave you this letter?"
"I don't know. I've never seen him before! He said he'd give me money if I gave it to you."
"I see. I understand."
"I-I now gave it to you."
"I certainly received it."
"Well then, with this"
"Wait"
"Hii... w-what is it!"
The young man reacted excessively even though he had only stopped him.
But this kind of attitude is not uncommon among the villagers.
(I can't. I'm running out of time. I shouldn't frighten him unnecessarily.)
Eltharion opened his mouth as leisurely as possible as he cut the seal on the letter with a tree root sprouting from his wrist.
"How is Ulrika doing?"
"U-Ulrika? ......I don't know! I only know that she came home yesterday."
"I see."
"Well, that's it! I have to work in the fields again today! I'm going home!"
"Wait"
Eltharion let the ivy plants flourish beneath his feet, took out a small sack tucked into the sleeve of his robe, and held it out to Pontus. He smiled as softly as possible.
"Thank you for your hard work. There are walnuts inside. Please share them with the children."
"――――"
Pontus stared at Eltharion's hand as if he was pondering something, but eventually, he spat out, [No, I don't want it!] and ran away.
(Did I scare him)
"However, once the peace is over, I will leave this place. What's the use of being feared or liked now?"
He took a small breath and unfolded the letter.
Eltharion ran his eyes over the text.
[Ulrika is in my care. If you want her returned safely, you must terminate Eric Netzel at today's peace meeting.]
"――――. What?"
Eltharion wrinkled his brow and turned the letter over.
Naturally, the name of the sender is not written.
He turned the letter over once more and examined the text.
The letter was not a mistake, and it contained the same information as the one he had just read.
At the end of the letter, [If you don't obey me, I will kill Ulrika].
"――――"
Something fell to the ground in a heap of leaves.
Eltharion looked down and saw that it was the white string Ulrika had used to tie her hair. Moreover, it was the string that she had tied when he last saw her.
Ulrika's smell has not yet disappeared.
"――――"
His head goes blank.
"Ape."
His lips trembled.
Eltharion's golden mutated eyes are bloodshot.
"Why are you aiming for someone who can't fight? What did Ulrika do? How can you do such a cowardly thing? Uooh!"
He shreds the letter.
He hit the ground with force.
His left hand, which had mutated into a wooden whip, exploded the humus ground.
But hitting things doesn't make things better.
Eltharion somehow managed to calm his breathing and ran out of the place.
First of all, check the facts.
He bet on the possibility that Ulrika was actually in the village and that the letter was a malicious prank.
But if Ulrika wasn't in the village...
While worrying about Ulrika, the calm brain inside him wonders what he would do if he met the red-haired female warrior and the pseudo-holy sword wielders from the last time.
(It's before the peace. As expected, those monkeys would not attack. But what if it was them who sent this letter?)
Especially that red-haired female warrior wanted a rematch with Ertharion.
It is quite possible that she is the sender of this letter.
She would not die even if he killed her.
He can't even try to have a conversation with her.
It would be troublesome if they met.
(What are you wondering? Right now, Ulrika is more important. If they attack me, I'll think about it when they do.)
Eltharion believed in his potential.
Even in the battle with the female warrior, he was able to adapt to the [Blue Ash] and overcome the difficulties when he was in a desperate situation. He told himself that he can do it.
"Ulrika. Please be safe...!"
× × ×
As Eltharion walked out to the eastern edge of the pioneer village, he saw many villagers hanging out around Ulrika's house.
"――――"
In the forest.
He looked toward the house from the shade of a tree.
Ulrika's grandmother was sitting on a bench in front of the shingled roof, crying softly. The villagers around her put their hands on the old woman's shoulders and tried to soothe her.
Eltharion spotted the village chief among the villagers and, using the roots, made a deafening noise that only his ears could hear.
The chief noticed it and turned around.
When Eltharion told him to come that way so that the other villagers wouldn't find out, he saw an opening and ran to the shade of the tree where Eltharion was hiding.
"[Mighty Star]-dono"
"Village chief. What's going on? What has happened to Ulrika?
"That's the thing, Ulrika has disappeared. She came back yesterday after a long absence."
"…………!"
The village chief continued with a puzzled look on his face.
"We were all keeping an eye on her, wondering if she would slip out of the village again. But this morning we noticed that Ulrika was gone."
"That's why the old woman is crying."
"Yes"
For a moment, Eltharion wondered whether he should tell this old man that a threatening letter had been sent to him.
But what can this old ape do when he mentions the threatening letter?
In the end, he would only panic when he sees the threatening letter.
It's pointless.
"Did she disappear this morning? If so, search around the village. Now."
"We're already looking for her. I asked the adventurers who were in the village for help."
"Please ask local adventurers as well...... I would like to participate in the search, but I have a meeting with Frontier Count Netzel today. I can't just skip out when the peace of the forest is at stake."
"H-haa."
"After the peace is over, I will visit you again. Please tell me what progress you have made."
"I understand."
"I'm counting on you."
Eltharion said nothing more and turned on his heel.
(Damn it, Ulrika has really been kidnapped!)
He grits his teeth while turning back the way he came.
It was obviously a premeditated crime.
The culprit had kidnapped Ulrika at a time of the discussion of peace when Eltharion could not move.
If Ulrika had just been kidnapped, even the villagers would be able to track her trail. However, if she had been abducted as of last night, nearly eight hours would have already passed. If they had horses, they would be far enough away to cross the mountain to the southeast. If that is the case, the villagers will not be able to find the person who kidnapped Ulrika.
(How about asking Frontier Count Netzel to postpone the peace? ――No. From what I read in the text, he seems like a relatively decent man, but I can't decide if he really is or not.)
If the peace talks were postponed because of Eltharion's personal situation, he might get angry and attack them. If that happens, the monsters will be wiped out.
He absolutely must go.
He has no choice but to give up on getting Ulrika back.
After the peace treaty, he will track down the hideout of the scum who kidnapped Ulrika and get her back.
(If you don't comply, I will kill Ulrika, huh.)
The culprits are those who want to kill Frontier Count Eric Netzel.
They are probably political opponents.
Eltharion is not familiar with the society of the human race, so he does not know who exactly the anti-Netzel nobles are. However, it is said that in human society, assassinations of nobles are a common occurrence. Since Netzel is a major noble who governs this area, he must be shunned by many of the nobles.
Many people want to kill Netzel, but they cannot do so because of his powerful position. So, they decided to threaten Eltharion, who is able to kill Netzel, to kill him――.
(Since they are thinking of using me, they must be the ones who can't handle Netzel by themselves. If so, they wouldn't kill Ulrika right away even if I didn't heed their threats.)
Ulrika is an important hostage for controlling Eltharion.
Killing her would not only make it impossible for Eltharion to kill Netzel, but would also bring an enraged Eltharion to kill the killers.
No matter how dumb a monkey they are, they should be able to understand that much.
(But I don't know what will happen if I continue to ignore their demands.)
If they prove ineffective, they will kill Ulrika and attempt to escape.
He must rescue Ulrika before that happens.
(It's okay. If I deal with it calmly, I can deal with it.)
When Eltharion arrived at the forest square designated as the place for the peace meeting, he folded his arms and waited for Netzel. As soon as he arrives, even if it is before the hour, he will make the peace ceremony.
Then he would be able to rescue Ulrika.
He would surely make it in time――.
However, something happened that disturbed Eltharion's calm thinking.
The peace treaty with Netzel ended without any problems.
But then.
As expected, a second letter arrived from the culprit's side.
In the letter, it was written, [Next, we will gouge out her eyeballs]."
"――――――――"
Eltharion dropped the letter sent from the culprit side in the forest as the sun was setting.
The letter contained a lock of Ulrika's hair, cut off roughly with a sharp knife.
"――――"
(Ulrika got her hair cut because I took it easy.)
Eltharion felt his vision go black.
Hair.
Ulrika's proud hair.
What would she have looked like when this was cut off?
It's obvious.
A face stained with fear and despair.
No, she would cry and beg them to stop, but the culprits grabbed her by the hair, pulled her to the ground, and roughly cut it off at the base.
It hurts.
Please stop
Help me, Eltharion――.
Her sorrowful voice resounded in Eltharion's brain like a ringing in his ears.
"――――, ...……"
Is she all right?
She just had her hair cut off.
Her body should still be fine.
But what about Ulrika's heart?
"Next, the eyeballs."
Without blinking, Eltharion looked down at the dropped letter.
His long golden hair stood on end.
The birds perched on the branches of nearby trees took off in unison, sensing a threat to their lives.
Kill.
He will not let them die easily.
He would make them regret having been born, make them beg him to kill them quickly, and then take as much time as possible to kill them in the most gruesome way possible.
"You have the nerve to threaten me."
Eltharion stared at the letter.
[Dear Eltharion. You have failed to meet our demands. We cannot allow you to just kill Netzel now. If you want to save Ulrika's life, you must first kill the village chief. He is a scum who believes in paganism and refuses to share even the small amount of food he has.]
"You guys are the trash! Why, why......! How could you do such a cruel thing!"
[After that, I will send you another list of people to kill. Kill them in order according to the list. The killing of the village chief must be done by dawn tomorrow. We will keep an eye on you. If you do not comply with our demands again.]
Next time, we will gouge out her eyeballs.
(――――)
Eltharion bit his lip.
Does he have no choice but to comply?
Does he have to kill the village chief?
After that, must he do as they say and continue killing unrelated people until he reaches Netzel, who will probably be his last victim?
"......"
If he does something like this, the whole peace that he has worked so hard to conclude will be ruined.
All the beasts of the forest will also be killed.
But if he doesn't obey, next, Ulrika's eyes will be sent.
Once that happens, there is no going back.
Depending on the environment in which the eyeballs are removed, by the time Eltharion finds them, she may have lost blood or even died from infection.
Eltharion looked up at the sky in dismay.
(What should I do...)
× × ×
Meanwhile, Christo and his swamp adventuring party were stranded, unaware that they were trapped in a time-stopping barrier.
And Christo was taking advantage of the situation to play a prank on a light pink-haired, brown-skinned, busty nun.
When the brown-skinned beauty―― Laranoa's underwear was shifted, her huge brown ass filled the view.
"Ooh"
Christo gasped at the sight of the beautiful woman's raw ass.
He opens her butt to reveal her asshole.
Laranoa's hole was dark brown with pigmentation.
The brown area was not just around her anus, but a large circular area.
It was a circle of about the same diameter that would be produced if she were to bend down to defecate.
Christo stands up and looks over her shoulder, where her light pink hair hangs down, into Laranoa's face.
Laranoa has a serious face, staring at the fallen branch she was about to step over.
Almond-shaped eyes with neat eyebrows.
Plump and thick lips.
Her looks would be popular among middle-aged, greasy, perverted bishops and nobles.
After confirming the prey's face, he crouched down in front of the big butt again to compare it.
He put his hands around her waist and buried his face in her buttocks as hard as he could.
"Inhale*, inhale*, inhaleeeee*! Oooohh."
The smell of her anus.
The smell of sweat mixed with it.
In addition, he smelled a fishy mangy smell.
He stroked her smooth, whipped belly with both hands, and reached his tongue into the slutty cleft.
His cheeks hit the buttocks, and he could only touch the surface of the vagina when he extended his tongue.
However, the rich salty taste and the female odor flooded his mouth.
I wanted to insert my tongue into the meat hole and stir the inside of it――.
Although he thought so, Christo hurriedly put Laranoa's underwear and trousers back on, as the effect of the time-stopping barrier was about to wear off.
When he tightened the belt on Laranoa's trousers and returned to the middle of the formation, that is, in the middle of Laranoa and Laira, the magic cast on the group was temporarily lifted.
"Nhh..."
In front of Christo's eyes, Laranoa quivered.
In the group that resumed the march as if nothing had happened, only Laranoa seemed to feel something strange, and while straddling the fallen branch, she kept touching her own buttocks and looking back.
"Laranoa-sensei, what's wrong?"
When Christo asked with a smile, Laranoa shook her head with a tone that sounded like something was stuck in her mouth. [N-no.]
"......? ......??"
She felt something strange between her legs.
A little wet?
Her butt hole also still feels as if it was forcibly split open――
(And I guess that's what you're thinking)
Laranoa still touched her buttocks and tilted her head.
After walking for a while, the time-stopping magic is activated again.
Christo was the only one to move out of the formation that had stopped again.
The posture in which Laranoa stopped this time was that of a step forward with her right foot.
Thinking that it would be difficult to take off the panties, he removed the belt.
He had sniffed her anus from behind earlier, but now he would like to enjoy her front.
So he went around to the front and faced Laranoa.
As he unbutton her trousers and drop the fabric down, he suck on her thick lips.
The sweet smell of a mature woman.
Her lips were unexpectedly bouncy.
Softer than Melvina's lips.
Of course, it was softer than Patricia's lips.
He plunged his hand in from the front of the panties and felt around the plain of her lower abdomen, where he could feel her unshaven pubic hair.
He inserts his tongue into her open lips and continues the dirty kissing, while he teases her clitoris with his fingertips. Her clitoris is small. He had expected it to be more vulgarly large, but it was only about two-thirds the size of Patricia's, probably because it was not erect.
In her soggy crotch, his fingers would be damp in seconds.
When he tweaked her clitoris hard on the foreskin, Laranoa's body responded with a twitch.
"Here is the urethra."
A finger crawls under the clitoris.
The space between the labia.
Laranoa's mouth gave a small gasp, [Haa], as if a sharp pain had been felt.
When Christo pulled out his finger and brought it close to his nose, the smell of fermented urine, almost like the scent of a climax, pungently stimulated his nostrils.
He licked and sucked the finger that was stained with Laranoa's liquid.
The purpose is not only to check the taste of the vagina.
Christo's saliva has an aphrodisiac effect, so he applied it to her slit so that it would lubricate it even more.
After wetting his fingers enough, he puts his hand inside the panties again.
He then stroked up her slutty cleft and inserted it into her secret hole.
Thanks to Laranoa putting her right foot forward, it's easy for his finger to enter.
If this were an upright position, it would have been easier to handle her from behind than to tease her from the front.
"......, ......, ......, ......"
He moved his finger, moistened with saliva, slowly.
He doesn't want to damage the inside, so he doesn't know if he moved it or not.
At the same time, the palm of the hand rubs up and stimulates the clitoris.
Laranoa did not moan much, probably because her sensory time had almost stopped, but she seemed to be in a physiological state of heat under the influence of Christo's aphrodisiac saliva being applied to her vagina and poured directly inside as well.
As he moved his fingers loosely, the moistness inside increased, and a wet sigh escaped from her own lips.
"Heh, you feel it here, Laranoa-sensei."
He stimulates the vicinity of the entrance little by little.
The stimulation should be weaker than that of the back of the clitoris, but sometimes it is the weaker stimulation that leads to pleasure.
"...... Uu......, ......, ...... ah......"
As he continued to caress her relentlessly, Laranoa's legs began to stiffen and her breathing suddenly became ragged.
It seemed that she was about to reach a slight climax.
"……, ……, ……, …………"
He stuck his nose into Laranoa's mouth and devoured the breath of her near climax.
It smelled a woman's fishy smell.
An unsightly woman's gasping voice echoed in his nasal bones.
And then――, she suddenly jerked on her buttocks and climaxed.
"......, ........."
Two fingers.
He opened his middle finger and index finger.
There was a sound, and thick hot mucus overflowed from the back.
He stares at Laranoa's face as she repeats her breathing after climaxing.
Her brown cheeks were faintly flushed, and her gray eyes were dominated by waves of pleasure.
"I think we're done here for now. Sensei."
He pulls his hand out.
He puts her clothes back on again.
After committing the perfect crime for the second time, Christo returned to the formation as if nothing had happened.
"Ooh……!? Nooah......"
Twitch*.
Twitch*, twitch*.
By the time everyone's time had started moving again, Laranoa had let out a squeal right in front of Christo's eyes.
Her shoulders twitched vigorously and staggered, her feet caught in the muddy ground.
"Kyaa"
"Oops"
Naturally, he had predicted that she would lose her balance, so he took it with ease.
"Are you okay, sensei?"
"Laranoa-san, are you okay? It's getting muddy underfoot, isn't it?"
"??????"
While Laira's voice echoed from behind, Laranoa looked up at Christo with a confused face.
"Sensei?"
"Ah... n-no! I'm sorry. Thank you, Soderholm-kun."
"No. Are you alright?"
"Yes. I'm fine, so please stop whispering in my ear."
"Oh, excuse me. What have I done to an unmarried woman?"
"No, it's fine, but..."
Laranoa still wobbled as she steadied herself.
She tried to look as natural as possible as she turned and quickened her pace.
Then, aiming for a moment when the distance between him and Christo became clear, she stopped and tightly closed her thighs together.
A faint voice.
With the afterglow of pleasure, her buttocks tremble, and Laranoa shakes her pale pink hair.
Haa―― she lets out a small sigh and starts walking with a slightly awkward movement.
Christo, who was observing the whole thing, had a hard time holding his facial muscles in place to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up.
During the next time stop, he licked her pussy.
A strong smell of urine fills his mouth, and he enjoys the sensation of the small, erect clitoris against his tongue.
Sometimes he would spread her pussy open and enjoy the contrast between the brown skin, the salmon-pink mucosal walls, and the honey, which was mixed with some lipids.
And then, time moves again.
"Nhhii. Ohiii......"
Twitch*, twitch*!
"Sensei? Are you alright?"
"......Ooh ......... oohhh......"
"Sensei?"
"...... I...... I'm, f, fine......"
"It doesn't look like it, does it?"
"Laranoa-dono, are you okay?"
The adventurers are also concerned about the strange appearance of the brown beauty.
Laranoa, holding back her climax, tried her best to send a soft smile to the men.
"I-I'm fine, ah."
(Time-stopping is fun. It's a shame that I can only enjoy it within this barrier.)
Christo licked his lips while staring at Laranoa, who was emitting a female odor that could not be hidden from her crotch.
Did Eltharion do this kind of thing?
(Of course, if you're a man, you'll do it. Ulrika, for example, would respond most exquisitely.)
I wish I could use this power too.
He gave Patricia resistance to it so it would be invalid, but there's still Melvina.
Melvina seems to react quite well.
It would be nice if he could use this ability in a classroom at the Holy Sword Academy.
(Come to think of it, Patricia mailed Eltharion's arm to the royal capital behind my back. Fumu.)
He prepares for the next time stop while thinking.
The depths of the forest were nearing its end, and the smell of rotting mud from the swamp was finally beginning to waft through the air.
It was time to start encamping, but gradually the intervals between time stops were getting shorter and the stops were beginning to lengthen. In earnest, Eltharion's barrier must be coming to kill Christo and the other swamp explorers.
(If I insert my penis into Laranoa, indeed, it will cause a big fuss and trouble would ensue. So much for the prank on her. And if that's the case...)
Behind him, Christo looked back at the black-haired mage who was leaning slightly forward to correct the position of her backpack.
It will end up with her.
Her body is poor compared to Laranoa's, but she has a nice ass and legs, and enough breasts to give a titjob.
In short, Laira was a woman with a pretty good body in general.
And she is also Christo's strike zone for his crotch, including memory correction.
"Fuu. Shall I do it?"
It's rude to play a prank on Laranoa and not do it to her.
Now that he has come this far, he must complete one more task.
(Well, I wonder how the always cheeky Laira Almqvist will react)
Dumb girl making her lover get blackmailed and goes mad.
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