Reverse Holy Art
While Laira was getting dressed, Christo climbed a nearby oak tree and gathered parasitic plants.
Demons can see in the dark, so he had no trouble climbing up the trunk.
But he was uncomfortable because he was climbing naked, and he was afraid that if someone looked up at him from below, they would see his asshole.
"Christopher."
Laira called him by his name, which was unusual.
"What are you doing? I'm running away."
"You can't escape. A considerable number of mercenaries are coming from the entrance of the forest. There are signs of monsters even if you're trying to detour from the overgrown trees over there. It's a great number. We're already surrounded."
"That's not good."
Christo finishes gathering the parasitic plants and jumps down from the branch.
He took up the white cloak Laira was holding and wrapped the parasitic plants in it.
"What's that?"
"It's parasitic plants. It's used to activate magic."
"Ah, you mean the kind that grows rocks out of the ground."
"Yes. The [Rock Spear]."
He left the rune stone at the entrance of the forest with his clothes, so he could not use it.
Now he had no choice but to protect himself with the [Rock Spear], which he hadn't used in a long time.
"We were having sex under the mistletoe."
"What about it?"
"There's a legend that you can kiss a girl who's waiting under the mistletoe. When a girl waits for a man she's interested in, she would say, [I'm waiting under the mistletoe]. I think of that. And I wonder if I was a maiden in love until you came back."
"You're not the kind of person to make romantic remarks like that."
"That's terrible. I'm a maiden, too, you know., nhh."
As usual, Laira is flippant and talkative.
It's almost like she's going to die if she keeps quiet.
He wanted to concentrate on exploring the surroundings now, so he sealed her lips with a kiss.
"Nhh... fuu... nhh."
"――――"
"Nhh………… fuu……"
The tongues entwine with each other
Laira's manicured fingernails dug into the flesh of his shoulders, but when he sucked on her little tongue, the strength went away. When there was no more resistance, he poured in some saliva, which had a stimulating effect on the body. The concentration and amount of saliva were just enough to warm her body and improve her motor functions. She was naked and had climaxed profusely earlier, but now she would be able to move at least a little.
Christo whispered in Laira's ear as he parted his lips.
"Quiet, huh?"
"...Aha. You really are an asshole, Handsome-kun."
Laira is expressionless but wipes her mouth with a slight blush on her cheeks.
Christo shook his head.
"It's no good. I feel like it's still safer to go out to the square."
"Are we going to get caught by the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation]? I'm against it. I think it's safer to go through the forest――."
The parasitic plant is thrown backward―― five meters back from where Christo is standing.
The parasitic plant flew through the air, ignoring air resistance, and hit the exact spot it was aiming for.
Christo quickly chants a spell, and a sharp rock shoots up from the ground with great force, skewering the goblin lurking under the fern.
Magic, [Rock Spear].
Magic that can be invoked on the northern frontier. It produces a large spear of rock from the ground. The spell will fail if there is no oak tree in the field where the spell is used. Also, it is necessary to determine the area to be used by pointing a branch with a lodgepole in advance. The lodgepole should be a parasite of a six-year-old oak tree.
"It's a goblin. It has a habit of living in groups. There are still many lurking nearby. The target is you, who is giving off a delicious smell from your crotch."
"Uwaa..."
"There are werewolves in the shade of the trees over there. What are you going to do? Cut through the forest?"
He doesn't want to use his demon powers or his physical strength with Laira around.
But if he doesn't use his power as a demon, it will be difficult to get through this number.
Of course, it is not impossible, so if Laira really wants to rush into the crowd of monsters, he can try. But in that case, he doesn't know if Laira will be safe, let alone Christo.
Laira, a human, could become important just by being exposed to the blood of a monster who may have any kind of disease.
"I don't like the idea of being bathed in goblin's blood. And werewolves stink too. I'll put up with it if I get paid for it, but if it's not worth a single copper coin, it's a loss."
Laira nodded.
"I understand. Then let's see what will happen."
"Understood."
Christo and Laira poked their heads out from behind the trees and looked toward the campfire.
There were less than fifty people, young and old, male and female, gathered there.
The participants of the orgy were not only from the pioneer village, but also from the surrounding villages. The villagers were looking around anxiously at the mercenary soldiers around them, as if they could see through their masks.
On the other hand, there were about 20 armed soldiers who had broken into the banquet, just as far as could be confirmed.
A few more were probably waiting in the thickets.
He doesn't know how many people there are in the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation], but given the size of the encampment, there must be around 200 people, including non-combatants. If so, they were quite a force to be reckoned with in the forest right now.
"Yes, yes, line up! Take off your mask!"
It seemed that the one commanding the group of mercenaries was the deformed guardian knight [Holy Milk].
He's a pervert who calls himself Breast Knight and lets people around him call him that. When they met him at the Soderholm Castle, he only called himself Breast Knight after all.
He was a joke, but he must be strong enough to make it through.
Otherwise, there was no way he could make it in a mercenary group full of ruffians.
He was giving instructions to the villagers he had gathered, his flesh protruding from his special armor.
"Mercenary-san, what is this all of a sudden?"
Surrounded by armed soldiers, he didn't think it was an atmosphere where they could raise their voices, but an elderly man bravely took off his mask and stepped forward.
Or rather, he was the village chief.
"This is a traditional evening party in our area. It's called Beltane, and it's a festival where a goddess and a god meet, and new life is born――"
"Shut up, you heathen!"
A member of the mercenary group punches the village chief on the cheek.
The old man fell down.
"Such a festival is not in the teachings of the holy tree! What's with that outrageous outfit!? Aren't you all naked! It is the devil's work to have sexual pleasure with other people of the opposite sex while married to a person chosen by the holy tree! It is unforgivable!"
"Hmm, this is an unfamiliar emblem."
[Holy Milk] who was examining the mask he had taken from the villagers said as he turned the mask over. The god of the swamp is worshipped with a distinctive emblem that looks like an inverted triangle with a horizontal line drawn through it, and he notices it carved into each mask.
"It's an ominous mark! It's a mark of devil worship!"
"I guess so. Well, now, what shall we do?"
A mercenary group is a freelance warmonger, and it's not their job to control domestic moral order for the sake of the holy tree religion or the country. So what were they thinking when they broke into the feast sabbath of a pagan god?
Christo thought so, but then he thought about it and realized that their leader was Siegfried, a former guardian knight, [Great Hawk] and that eccentric looking, [Holy Milk] was also an active guardian knight who had been transferred from the guardian knight order.
Although the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] operates under the guise of a mercenary group, it may be a group that accepts those who have been left out of the national army or the church's army.
"The [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] is a group of fanatics."
Laira whispers in Christo's ear.
"The group is made up of former guardian knights, second and third sons of nobles, and others who, in reality, are no better than the armies of the kingdom or the church. They are more ferocious and bloodthirsty than the regular army because they were formed after the roughnecks who could not be handled by the country and the church. I wouldn't be surprised if they start executing them right here and now."
"That's nonsense. If they do that, Frontier Count Netzel won't stay quiet."
"They don't care―― that's the vibe I'm getting from them."
He thought about this when they met at the castle, but it seems that the chief administrator, Blaise, did not do enough research when he hired the mercenaries and chose them based solely on the name value of the mercenary group.
If [Holy Milk] massacred the villagers here, it would be a complete failure on the part of Blaise and his team.
It would be better if they were only demoted further, and if they were not, they would be fired.
"For the time being, Village Chief-san, I will bring you to the church. It seems that a new bishop will be coming to the castle soon, so we will have a religious trial with him."
[Holy Milk] said in a cat-like voice.
The perverted knight continued.
"And you. And you, yes you. ――You two are to be skewered as an example. I'm going to kill you both, ass to mouth, as if you were roasted river fish, and I'm going to kill you miserably. Then there will be no more foolish pagans among you."
"Noo!" "Stop! Stop it!"
A woman in her forties and a girl in her teens are dragged forward.
The soldier who pulled the girl out punched her in the cheek. An angry shout of [You whore!] overlapped with the girl's scream.
[Holy Milk] signals with a sadistic smile.
The fence surrounding the square was pulled down by two members, and the sharp edges of the fence were peeled back to show the two poor women.
Just as the brutal spectacle was about to begin―― the soldiers who had been threatening the villagers in the square, including [Holy Milk], suddenly turned their heads in the north.
"Oya, oya, who are you all?"
[Holy Milk] stepped forward, drawing his oversized sword.
The soldiers surrounding the villagers also deployed to the left and right to follow [Holy Milk].
Ahead of their gaze was a group of women in black robes.
Their black equipment was at odds with the white and silver colors of the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation].
They appeared one after another from among the trees as if to envelop the mercenaries in the square, while leaking an eerie smile from under their hoods.
"Heh, they look human-like, but their legs are tree roots. That means it's a monster. All hands, battle stance!"
At the order of the eccentric guardian knight, the soldiers quickly drew the holy seal and activated the holy art of [God Bow]. It seems that all of the soldiers in the place have lineages that can use the holy arts―― the second and third sons of noble families and those from families related to the church.
They were all fighting alongside the hero army against the dragon race.
The [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] seemed pretty elite.
"Every last one of those filthy monsters must be returned to the holy tree!"
[Holy Milk] barks and signals to the archers.
The soldiers of the mercenary group shot out blue arrows from their [God bows] at once.
Two arrows per person.
A total of nearly 40 arrows rained down on the black-robed women.
The rain-like volley of arrows was impossible to avoid even with a shield.
Is this the end?―― Christo narrowed his eyes.
But,
"Plunder."
"Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." "Plunder." ――――.
"Ha……?"
Whose stupid voice said that?
Suddenly, something unbelievable was happening.
Before the numerous arrows shot through the robed women, they quickly made some kind of mark. It was like drawing a horizontal line across a triangle in the opposite direction.
The moment the mark was made, the blue arrows of light that were released disappeared, scattering blue particles as if they had been breathed on by a giant from the side. It was not that one or two arrows disappeared. All the arrows that were released disappeared into the darkness of the night.
"W-what?"
A panicked voice from one of the mercenaries.
However, [Holy Milk] raised his voice to the people around him without flinching.
"One more time! [God's Bow]! Ready!"
"No way! Holy art... it won't activate!"
"W-what!?"
"That's... stupid..."
"What's going on!?"
Giggle*, giggle*, laughter reverberates through the place.
The women in robes.
Laughing――.
The sight of them moving through the trees with their eerily glowing yellow eyes gives a physiological disgust to those who see it.
"Don't be frightened, everyone! Even if we don't have the holy arts, just smash them down with our iron swords!"
"God, Sword."
"Ha……?"
"God, Bow."
"God, Bow."
"God, Spear."
"God, Spear."
"God, Bow."
"God, Bow."
The holy words of the holy arts were chanted countless times.
The women drew holy seals as if proud to show off their swords to the mercenaries, who took out their own swords without flinching.
It was the holy art that should only be used by humans, moreover those of a chosen lineage.
"That's, absurd..."
[Holy Milk] stumbles.
The other members looked at the women in front of them with their swords at the bottom, as if they were dumbfounded.
Each of the women held a bow or a spear that glowed blue.
In the darkness, the sight of the girls encircling the forest square and activating holy arts all at once was nothing short of spectacular.
"T-that’s absurd! No way, aahhh, ah――!?"
The head of [Holy Milk] who was leading the group, disappeared.
One of the robed women had hit him in the head with the [God Spear].
As if that were not enough to satisfy their hatred, countless blue arrows pierce his deformed body.
Nothing could be more ironic as the end of a guardian knight who follows the teachings of the holy tree and fights for it.
"D-damn it...!"
Some stand there in despair, others turn their backs and run away.
Some of the wiser ones tried to escape from the women's attack by taking the villagers as hostages.
However, there was a different ending for those who took the villagers hostage.
"Ugya..."
A large tree root knocked the soldiers, who were trying to resist by hiding behind the villagers' bodies, sideways. The [Rock Spears] skewered them as they fell to the ground.
"Everyone, are you all okay?"
A low voice echoed, and a man in a white robe appeared from the thicket.
It was Eltharion.
He helped the beaten village chief up and slowly looked around at the villagers before opening his mouth.
"All the soldiers in the forest have been killed. Please return to the village before they notice something is wrong."
He then helped a mother and daughter up.
"It's okay now. The danger is over."
"T-thank you very much."
"You are welcome. Now go."
"Y-yes."
One by one, the villagers get up and run toward the forest entrance.
The remaining dead mercenaries are carried by robed women and dragged deep into the forest.
Christo does not know where they will take them, but now, even their bones will not return to their homeland.
"The two people over there."
Eltharion turned to the shade of the tree where Christo and Laira were hiding.
"Arara. I think they've noticed us. What do we do now?"
"I'm going to go out obediently. I don't feel any hostility and it should be fine."
"Well, I'm going too."
In the center of the plaza―― When they came to the side of the campfire, Eltharion looked at them alternately and opened his mouth.
"The party is over for this evening. If you want to have an after-party, please go to your lodgings."
"Do I look like I'm in the mood for an after-party?"
"If you want to take food home, go ahead, but you'll be leaving that way."
Eltharion pointed to the exit of the square without changing his expression.
He continued.
"The surrounding monsters have been withdrawn. I have killed every single mercenary in the surroundings. You should be able to return home safely now."
"I'm sorry to ask this, but is Onii-san the god of the swamp?"
Laira interrupted.
Being able to probe Eltharion at this timing is crazy beyond the level of nerves. Christo was secretly prepared to protect Laira if she was attacked, but Eltharion didn't change his expression in particular and answered normally.
"No. I'm not the god of the swamp."
"I see. Thank you for answering."
"No, no."
"I want to ask you one more thing, what was the magic you just did?"
"What magic?"
"The holy arts used by the mercenaries have been nullified."
Laira pointed to the remnants of [Holy Milk] lying nearby.
She looks directly at Eltharion without fear.
"On the contrary, they used the holy art back on them, even though they were...... monsters."
"Well, there's nothing I can say. There are many wonders in the world that we do not know about. If you are interested, you should become a researcher yourself and study them."
"Can't you tell me? ...That's right. It's a shame."
"Goodbye. Tonight was a special night, but tomorrow this forest will be dangerous again. I would advise you not to venture into this forest again, especially at night."
"Thanks for the warning."
At Christo's words, Eltharion left with a smile and disappeared.
The moment he disappeared, he heard the ferocious rustling of the leaves on the distant trees, which were slowly swaying in the wind.
× × ×
Laira's lodging is located in the Adventurer's Guild, a few kilometers away from the pioneer village.
The sky was about to turn white in another hour, but as a gentleman, he could not let her go home alone. Christo offered to escort her back to the guild, but Laira insisted that they go to Soderholm Castle.
Laira was also taking a job protecting Soderholm Castle, and it seemed that she was only off-duty today, but had work tomorrow afternoon and the morning after tomorrow. If she went back to the Adventurers' Guild to take a nap, she might be late, so she wanted to take a nap at the castle and go straight to work.
"I can't use the room you're renting, can I? You have a fiancé."
"In the first place, me and Melvina are staying in Ixel’s study room. I'm just going in and out of the place for filing purposes, and I'm not sure if I'm I'm renting a room."
"Is there any room available somewhere?"
"I wonder if the house of an administrative official named Kaspar is available."
"Oh, he's the one who's been asleep and never woke up."
"I'll have to ask permission from the chief administrator, Blaise, but he will probably allow it."
"Securing a bed. After that, a bath."
"There is a river around the castle. I'll use my magic to boil water for you. I'm going to have to take a bath, too, because I'm going to make Melvina cry if I come home in the morning with all your sweat and stuff on me."
"I'll use alchemy to make a bathtub. I've also brought soap, so let's wash up."
After they had reached an agreement, they started walking from the pioneer village to the castle.
On the way, the encampment of the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation] was visible across the path.
They seemed not to have noticed yet that the troops who had raided the forest earlier had not returned.
However, in another half hour, the person in charge, who was suspicious about the lack of regular contact, would contact the group leader, Siegfried.
In order to avoid running into their army, Christo and Laira went down to the riverbank about a kilometer upstream from Soderholm Castle.
The riverbank was covered with tall reeds, making it difficult to see from the surrounding area.
Because there were quite a lot of insects, so he used rune magic to extinguish them in a radius of about 10 meters.
After that, a protective barrier was set up in the cleared area with the rune [ ᛉ ] and other runes.
This would block the view from the surrounding area and almost stop insects from entering.
By that time, the transmutation circle that Laira had drawn was completed, and a bathtub large enough for two people to comfortably enter and a rock floor on which two people could lie down was produced.
Christo had only read about it in a book, but it was beautiful to see the electric currents, called alchemical reactions, surging out of the bathtub.
If he could obtain the [Philosopher's Stone], he would be able to use this alchemy almost without limitation. It is a magic that is useful in battle, in life, in business, in travel, and everywhere else.
The former Christo may have been self-indulgent, but alchemy was appealing to the Christo of today. It is the custom of a mage to have every possible means at its disposal, without being satisfied with the status quo. He had brought the book on alchemy that Melvina had given him, and it would be a good idea to read it in his spare time.
"But what was that all about earlier?"
Laira says as she undresses in a makeshift changing room built into a thicket of reeds.
She turns her back to Christo, removes the chest holder and waist belt, grabs the hem of her black dress and raises her arms. Her tight white waist is visible, revealing her thin, feminine back.
While struggling with her long black hair, Laira, who was top-less, asked, [Are you listening?]
"The one where the black-robed women erased out the holy art of the [Band of the Great Hawk of Salvation]?"
"Yes, yes. It's not magic, is it? Because magic can't stop the holy arts."
"No, magic can prevent the holy arts if it doesn't directly touch the arrow or the blade. For example, the rune magic [Northern Flame Wall]."
Christo watches as Laira puts her hands in her skirt in a position where she sticks her buttocks out at him.
Between her black boots and skirt―― the angle of her thighs is at an angle, shaded and pale in the pale morning light. The backs of her knees are also showing through the boots, but as she shifts her panties off her hips, her muscles tense, and the bones of the backs of her knees rise up for a moment. Eventually, a thin black piece of fabric emerges from the skirt and is pulled out over the top of the boots.
"But it wasn't as if space had been distorted to deflect the [Arrows]. The women in robes seemed to form a kind of holy seal in the space, and then blue particles dispersed and the [Arrows] dissipated."
"Holy Seal…… Handsome-kun, are you trying to say that they used holy arts?"
"I don't know. As you know, our common sense says that the holy arts can only be used by humans, and only those of a chosen lineage. In fact, it is true. For example, you, who come from a commoner's family, and I, whose parents came up from the rich, cannot use the holy arts, even if I am a former nobleman."
"I agree."
Laira sat down on the rocky floor where Christo was sitting.
She puts her hands behind her body and holds out her legs with boots on.
She was naked from the waist up, and she had only taken off her underwear, but she was still wearing a skirt, so when she lifted her legs, her important parts were visible.
She was not showing it unintentionally―― as if to say so, Laira spread her legs loosely between her knees. The depths of her shapely thighs. The vertical split, where the labia minora did not protrude too much from the labia majora, had blossomed open to the width of a pinky finger applied vertically.
In bright light, her pussy is slightly pigmented.
Her pubic hair was up to the clitoris, and the ones at the labia and anus were all removed, giving her a clean look compared to the village women Christo had seen at the forest banquet.
"I mean, Handsome-kun, you have an erection."
"It's probably because you keep showing it off like that."
"I don't know what you are talking about."
While saying that, she spreads both her legs as if inviting him.
Christo was already naked, so there was nothing to stop him, so he grabbed his penis and slipped it between her legs.
"Ah, jeez. You're really a pervert."
He pushed Laira down and licked her armpits.
Her armpits, which had sweated profusely overnight, were full of the sweet smell and miffing flavor of dried sweat. The fresh smell of juniper was coming from her hair, but Laira's sweet womanly smell was also reaching his nose, and his penis got the most erection it had been all night.
"Pervert. Licking my armpit gives you an erection, you are such a pervert. I feel sorry for your fiancé whose husband has such a peculiar proclivity."
"Fuu, fuu, fuu, fuu."
"Hey, don't rub the glans. Wait...... ah."
Thrust*――――!
The penis sinks into the hot part.
The vagina was soggy after much ejaculation, partly due to Christo's own fluid.
He moved his hips without thinking about Laira.
Squelch*, squelch*, lewd sound leaks from the joint.
"Oh, nhh, ah... nhh... seriously, it's like a beast. Nhh."
"Oooh, I'm so excited. I can't stop myself from taking a whiff of your body odor!"
"What is that? Nhh, I don't, understand."
"Ooohh uhooohh!"
"Ah… wait. Ngh, wait a minute. Listen... you're not, huh."
He hugs Laira and pushes his waist to the limit.
Pressure from above for seeding―― the so-called seeding press, an act known in the sex industry.
Christo releases a large amount of seed juice into her vagina as she sucks on her soft lips without restraint. As he soaked the woman in his semen, Christo felt his brain become clear in contrast to his burning body.
(The mysterious technique used by those oracles.)
Can't Christo use it, too――?
It is not only Christo.
Can't Patricia and Melvina use it too?
Especially Patricia.
If she, whose strength is currently declining, can use that mysterious art like the oracles can, she will have a power that can be said to be superior to hers when she was human.
Nullifying the enemy's holy arts and wielding holy arts herself.
It is a power that can be said to be a special attack on humanity that uses holy arts.
(First, I need to examine an Oracle's body.)
Yattrud, the [Wood Woman] he had captured earlier, has already been recovered by the Adventurers' Guild. He needs a new research sample.
Christo bursts out gel-like semen.
When he closed his eyes, he was able to capture the life reaction of the honey-colored haired individual he had caught and fucked earlier.
"――Come over here."
"Eh?"
"...No, it's nothing."
Christo said in his mind.
(Come here. Out of the forest, to the Soderholm Castle.)
Come to me――
Incubus' ability.
A curse, which is used to re-victimize prey that has once been preyed upon.
In the depths of the forest, Christo sensed that the individual in question staggered as if it had become drunk, and staggered away from the group and started walking towards him.
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