Chapter 9: Attack
Ixel's records were detailed.
The interaction with the god of the swamp seems to have started in the summer of 21 years ago, and the records were so detailed that one would have thought that all the relevant events from that time until Ixel's defeat would have been recorded.
Using his capabilities as a demon, Christo was able to quickly pick out the important parts of the record, but a human being with only normal abilities would have read only the first few pages. To whom in the world did Ixel write this record? From the opening lines that refer to the [new ruler] and [you], one would think that he had in mind not only Christo but also a mere human taking over the governance of Soderholm Territory, and Ixel was somewhat considerate.
"It seems that twenty-one years ago, there was frequent damage by monsters, just as there is now in the former Soderholm Territory. Baron Ixel had hired a band of mercenaries to fight them off, but it seems that it soon reached its limits."
It is said that the native god used the [Wood Woman] and exercised land magic using the rocks, soil, and water of this land. Ixel did not have any magic available in the land at that time, and had to fight only with the physical strength and authority of a devil.
However, Ixel was not good at hand-to-hand combat due to his gentle nature, and even when he used his powers such as enchantment, he had no vices such as raping women or corrupting people, so he had little effect on the monsters coming from the swamp.
Then, one day, in a defensive battle, Ixel was irreparably injured by the [Wood Woman].
"Baron Ixel, the devil, lost the territorial dispute with the god of the swamp."
"That seems to be the case. Ixel went to the god of the swamp to ask for forgiveness when the rot from his wounds reached his brain."
Melvina turned the page and quickly skimmed the next paragraph.
"It seems that the baron wandered through the northern forests in rags and in a pitiful state. [I walked for three days and three nights, weeping and apologizing to the god of the swamp......] Does this demon have any pride?"
The old man had no pride.
He was rarely angry or in a bad mood, and remained a good friend to everyone.
Because of that, he was acquainted with Frontier Count Netzel's ballet hobby, and he ended up listening intently to the girls' hobby talks that he didn't want to hear.
"[My vision suddenly opened, and before I knew it, I was standing in a swamp filled with a peculiar odor. So, through the [Wood Woman] who served the god of the swamp, I made a pact with the god of the swamp.]"
The arrangement with the god of the swamp.
・All the people around the village, including Baron Ixel, were to fear and respect the god of the swamp.
・Pigs may be pastured and timber cut up to a certain point in the northern forest, but the living area may not extend beyond the boundary.
・Do not intentionally kill forest monsters. Only when it is absolutely necessary, get permission from the god of the swamp and carry out subjugation.
・Provide one of the [seeds] that Baron Ixel has to the swamp god.
The four conditions.
If the agreement was violated, the god of the swamp said that he would cause the corruption of Ixel's body to recur, turn every villager in the vicinity into a monster, and eliminate the human forces by force.
(Geez. I guess he endured a lot of stress while I was ejaculating on a married woman's armpit hair or indulging in an orgy in the monastery.)
"[Seed]... Is it referring to the seed of the pseudo-holy sword? I don't think a mere baron from the countryside would be able to obtain the seed of the pseudo-holy sword."
"And from the description, it seems he had more than one [seed]. The baron, as requested by the god of the swamp, offered the [Seed of the Lazy Fairy] among the seeds he possessed to the god of the swamp."
"Are you saying he handed over the seed from the [Holy Sword that Slays Fairies]?"
Melvina frowned.
"But the pseudo-holy sword shouldn't be usable for spirits. Even if the god of the swamp gets one seed of the pseudo-holy sword, it's just a useless thing."
"Maybe it didn't know that spirits can't use it? Or perhaps it was going to find someone in a nearby village who could handle the holy sword, brainwash them, and use them as his own guard."
The Holy Sword that Slays Fairies not only has a special attack against elves, but also has the effect of temporarily blocking earth-related magic. It is almost invincible against elves and monsters that are subtypes of elves, and has the potential to be advantageous against other enemies as well.
"Only the chosen ones can wield the holy sword. A mere villager without noble blood should not be able to use the holy sword, let alone the holy arts."
"I agree. But it doesn't mean that someone like Gwendolyn won't come to this place."
"Sister-in-law Patricia."
Melvina muttered.
"Your sister-in-law has been unable to use the holy arts due to mental shock, but if it brainwash her, she may be able to use the holy arts. She's the best material for the god of the swamp."
"She excreted the seed of the [Holy Sword that Slays Fairies]. As I recall, it seems that she was only suitable for the [Holy Sword that Slays Devils] seed."
"Is that so?"
"Yes"
"Then we can rest easy."
By the way, he wonders if the [Holy Sword Seeds] that Patricia excreted were reused.
The seed of the holy sword that Christo got in the lottery is also the seed of the [Holy Sword that Slays Fairies]――.
(No way)
"Returning to the Baron's record, the content of the provision of reverence for the god of the swamp was later embodied."
"――Return babies born to the swamp. I see. So this is it."
The god of the swamp promised security in exchange for the baby's life.
It improved the growth of crops and protected the village from plagues and monsters.
It was said that the more baby offerings, the better, but the pioneer village was a depopulated village with only a dozen families.
Most of the time, the limit was one baby.
However, when two or three babies were offered, the harvest obviously increased, and many deer and rabbits could be seen in the forest. A lot of acorns also fell and they were able to fatten up the pigs before winter.
"The village holds a secret ceremony once a month to worship the god of the swamp. The ritual consists of villagers covering their heads with masks and towels and having an orgy in the northern forest late at night. The annual baby offering was offered by a woman who had been sired there and had successfully implanted."
"Orgy?"
"It means having s*x with more than one person."
"Eeehh!? Then you mean that you insert two p*nises into the two holes at the same time? How acrobatic!"
"It can be done with one man and two women. One of them could be in the cowgirl position and the other in the face-up position while performing cunnilingus."
"It's naughty! It's too naughty! Christo-san, please don't have an orgy."
"Yeah, I’ll do my best. But I didn't know that orgies were held once a month. Because I was always in bed by eight o'clock at night."
Christo was a healthy child.
The first time he stayed up late was the night when he was forced to ejaculate by the deputy director, Margret.
"No way, Onii-sama also had an orgy!?"
"I wonder? With six wives, I wouldn't be surprised if he was having one."
"If Father was having orgies, does that mean that I could have been born from the seed bestowed during an orgy?"
"Yes. If you ask me if it is possible or not, it is possible."
"T-that's...! That's filthy!"
"Though the story is getting off, I feel like I understand the cause of the current monster commotion in the former Soderholm territory."
Christ pointed at the record while glancing at Melvina, who was covering her mouth with both hands.
"You must not kill forest monsters intentionally. If you want to kill them, you must get permission from the god of the swamp beforehand. That would be it."
After Ixel died, adventurers should have been sent from the nearby adventurer's guild to hunt some monsters. After all, Christo also hunted a werewolf.
In this land where the mediator named Ixel is gone, some adventurers hunted monsters.
Because the monsters under its control were killed without prior consultation, the god of the swamp got angry and released the monsters to harass the surrounding villages.
"Let's immediately report this to the church and have them organize a subjugation party."
"From our perspective as outsiders, that seems like the right thing to do."
"Is there any other way? We must destroy the strange creature that pretends to be the god of the swamp as soon as possible."
"What about the will of the villagers?"
Christo asked.
"It’s not just the pioneer village, but the nearby villagers offer their babies and hold rituals so that the god of the swamp promises them a bountiful harvest and keeps the monsters away. However, if the church's subjugation force rushes in and destroys the god of the swamp, the lives of the nearby villagers will conversely become harsh."
"B-but, do you approve of the domination by demons?"
"Whether you approve or disapprove is up to the decision of the settlements and the surrounding villages. You are neither a politician nor a churchman in this land. You should not act on your own initiative when you have no responsibility to do so."
"Ah……"
Hearing Christo's words, Melvina looked down as if she remembered some past failure.
"First of all, conversation. The chief of the pioneer village should be familiar with the situation, so we should try to talk to him first. After that, gather some of the leaders of nearby villages and let them decide whether to continue under the protection of the god of the swamp or to break free from the protection."
"If we report the situation on our own and antagonize the god of the swamp, in the worst case scenario, they may not be able to produce any crops and the villagers may be forced to leave their homes―― we cannot take responsibility if that happens."
"Yeah, but on the other hand, sacrificing a baby is a legitimate murder, and worshiping a god of the swamp is against the teachings of the church, so it's common sense to report it immediately. If we don't report it and keep it a secret, it might get us into trouble later."
Christo continued.
"Therefore, after confirming the amount of food stored, the degree of dependence on the god of the swamp for food, and whether the majority of people can accept the danger of being forced to leave this land, we will report to the church. I thought it wouldn't be too late to decide whether or not it was going to happen. It's troublesome, but once you see Ixel's record, there's no one but us who can do something about it. If we don't do the bare minimum, we may end up killing the villagers due to our unforced inaction."
"Then, are we going to head to the pioneer village at dawn?"
"Yeah, we'll talk privately with the village chief. Then I'll decide whether to report to the church."
"Understood."
Once that was decided, they decided to take a short nap.
So, the paperwork was put on hold.
(The Seed of the Lazy Fairy, huh)
While preparing a blanket, Christo ruminates on the proper nouns in the records that interest him.
According to Ixel's records, his vassal relationship with the god of the swamp began twenty-one years ago, but that description remains unnatural when compared to Christo's memories. Christo had heard that Ixel came to this land thirty-one years ago. If that story is more accurate than the record, then he can surmise that communication with the god of the swamp began thirty-one years ago. Because the god of the swamp wouldn't let the intruders go unchecked for ten years. If a stranger demon comes, it should start attacking from that moment.
He thinks that Ixel's description of 21 years ago was intended to avoid the suspicion of those who read the record that Christo was a devil's child if he described it thirty-one years ago.
(If that's the case, then the seed that the old man possessed was probably the seed that was born from the Demon King of Chaos and was the vessel for the next generation of Demon Kings.)
Ixel had some seeds.
He doesn't know if it's two, three, or more.
He gave one of them to the god of the swamp.
And Christo was born from the seed that remained on hand.
(No way―― it's hiding in this land)
A demon god of the same rank as Christo.
The existence of a vessel that should become a demon king sprouted from the seed of the Demon King of Chaos.
× × ×
It was another sunny day in the royal capital of Yggdrasil.
The town was peaceful as if everyone had forgotten about the attack on the holy tree just last week.
"This is the last one..."
Patricia let out a sigh of relief when she brought the last wooden box to her room at the [Muma's Cradle] where Christo and Melvina were staying.
Inside the room were piles of boxes containing Patricia's clothes, cosmetics, paints, and other things.
She would have to take out the contents of the boxes and put them away in the cupboards and closets, but first, she felt like taking a short break.
"――――"
She sat down on the bed that she had brought from the Lou family's mansion in the royal capital.
She had prioritized the disposal of things with memories of Setanta, but fortunately, she had never used this bed for any acts with him, so she decided to continue using it.
She threw away the related items because they made her feel bad about remembering Setanta, and if there is no such thing, she doesn't want to waste it.
"I am a nursery that will give birth to the next generation of heroes, huh?"
Bright sunlight streamed in through the windows, and the hustle and bustle of people passing by on the street could be heard in the distance.
Patricia looks down at her own thighs wrapped in work clothing.
Those are the last words Setanta said.
Those words stuck in her mind and she can't get them out.
Even though she had done her best for a long time, even though she was a friend who fought alongside him, his true feelings that she finally confronted were so cruel that even a 100-year-old love would cool down.
She had heard that a woman can cool down to a man with just a few words.
Setanta's nursery comment was that one word for Patricia.
(I wonder if I was in love with Setanta in the first place. I should have... loved him. He was a comrade in arms. I tried to love him as a wife.)
Patricia had a child at the age of thirteen.
She married before falling in love and loved her husband and child.
She never fell in love with Setanta during their marriage, and she did s*x because it was her duty. Not because she didn't want to or didn't want to, but because a hero wife is supposed to bear children, so she had to do it.
What an empty marriage.
They were almost always on the battlefield fighting for life or death, and the only thing that seemed like a married life was making a child.
Even the child-making act was always done in an abnormal situation.
(The worst of all was that I was forced to have s*x while pregnant, under the watchful eyes of the inspectors of the royal capital and church officials, just because it was the custom of the hero family.)
After discovering that she is pregnant, she continues to receive the hero's semen for ten days.
It makes a strong child.
On the other hand, if you don't do it, it seems that you will be a failure, and the innocent female inspectors and the priestesses of the church will watch over the s*x so that mistakes do not occur.
After the act, it was confirmed whether the required amount was properly poured.
It was very embarrassing, and for the prideful Patricia, it was nothing but humiliation to have a group of strangers watch her being beaten and seeded by Setanta.
When she was asked to do it again because it came out badly, she thought, [Are these people insane!?].
At that time, she felt like she was a monkey in a freak show.
She doesn't want to do it again.
"…What will I do after killing all the culprits who killed Shifu?"
Patricia muttered as she gazed blankly out the window.
Live for Melvina.
Cooperate with Christopher to create a country.
No, as for Christopher, it would be more correct to say that she would monitor him rather than cooperate with him.
He is dangerous
But considering Melvina, she cannot kill him.
So Patricia maneuvers him.
Making a dangerous object seem less dangerous.
Maneuver.
Control.
Dominate.
"――――"
Patricia imagined herself in a gorgeous dress, wide open at the bust part and slit to the thighs with Christopher cradling her.
As Patricia sits on the bed and Christopher, kneels before her.
His eyes are full of desire.
He is a hungry wolf.
Knowing this, Patricia crosses her legs in front of him.
Not yet――.
Be a good boy, my sweet puppy.
She puts her foot on his beautiful face.
Lick it―― Patricia commands and he obediently licks her foot.
Reward is necessary.
Giving love to a good boy.
Patricia pats him on the head and uses her free leg to caress his p*nis.
Eventually, Christopher breaks between Patricia's legs, grabs the black, nasty underwear with his fingers, and shifts it to the side. The warm, slimy mucous membrane licks and pinches Patricia's erect clitoris, then slowly rises and falls again.
"…………"
Patricia silently stood up and entered his room on the other side of the stairs.
She passes in front of Melvina's room on the way.
Indescribable, mixed feelings passed through her chest.
(Christo's number one is Mel. Not me. I'm not number one.)
Christo said he loved us both equally, but he went on a trip with Mel. He could have waited a little longer―― she thought.
Suddenly, in Patricia's mind, she fantasized about the moment Christopher's number one became her.
Melvina should never be unhappy, so this is the moment when he loves Melvina enough and becomes physically and mentally dependent on Patricia.
Bring those who are stronger than you to their knees.
And Patricia comes first.
Patricia felt her skin crawl.
"Worst personality. Fufu."
Patricia sat down on Christo's bed.
When she breathes in the air in the room, the devil's keen sense of smell captures the scent of Christopher, a male with superb ability and appearance.
It was an intoxicating scent that seemed sweet to Patricia.
"...Christo, Christooo..."
Patricia slumped down on the pillow and placed her hand gently on top of her bottoms.
She doesn't want the smell to come out, so she gently runs her finger over it so that it doesn't get too wet.
Patricia flaps her legs and takes off her boots, then slumps down on the bed and bounces her hips, twitching.
She presses her cheeks against the pillows and gently stimulates her pussy with Christopher's smell.
She told Christo that she would not masturbate, but she quickly broke her promise.
But promises are meant to be broken.
It was also an exciting situation to be attacked by him who was angry at her for breaking her promise.
Patricia basically prefers to be the aggressor, but there was something intriguing about being attacked and then being underhanded from the start.
She would attack him back and press her breasts against him.
She spoils the blushing Christo by saying, [Good, good] and pushed him down on the bed.
Then she treats his p*nis while smothering him with her breasts.
She won't stop even if he tells her to stop.
Drown him with it.
Patricia felt that she had somehow come to understand her true preferences.
She gets excited by situations where a man gets turned on by her and melts down.
And not just any man.
While possessing overwhelming strength, but also has a hidden taste for being oppressed.
In other words, it is Christo.
He usually poses as an aggressor, but Patricia senses that he is actually a pervert who loves to be spoiled, dominated, loved, and bullied.
They mesh s*xually.
They are also physically compatible.
The best for this woman's masturbation......
"Nhh...... ah...... ah..."
Patricia found the place on the pillow where Christo's smell was strongest and inhaled heavily.
"――――, ……, .…………Fuu."
(Shall I go home after stealing a pair of underwear for tonight's masturbation? But it's hard to neglect the shirt too. I could feel like I was being hugged by him if I tried it.)
"Let's take them both!"
Patricia nodded once and picked up some suitable clothes from the closet.
Of course.
She had never done this to Setanta.
× × ×
"Hau... Christo, Christo......! Nnhhh."
With the shirt wrapped around her body, her left hand on her breast and her right hand on her secret hole, Patricia received her fifth big wave of the night.
Dimples appear on Patricia's well-trained buttocks, and her waist rises on its own.
Her mouth is open all the time and the mucous membrane is shiny.
"Oh... ahh, ah..., ........."
Her hips are bouncing around like crazy.
They dance so awkwardly that if someone sees them, she'll be embarrassed to death.
Patricia pressed the sleeve of Christo's shirt against her nose and gently stroked her cleft with her finger. Then another fine wave came again, but there was no flashy fountain, probably because her body had run out due to sweat and climaxing continuously.
"Haa...... haa...... fuu......"
Her hips fall to the bed.
Patricia spread her knees and gripped her erect clitoris between her fingers.
(Not good....... The day is changing already. I should be getting some sleep.)
No maid should come to look around.
There is also a beastman among the maids, so there is a possibility that they will suspect that she was playing with herself with the s*xual odor.
"... Cleaning up...... It's hell."
The bed was soaked.
The clothes were wet, too.
Unlike Melvina, Patricia is a human (demon) who feels that troublesome things are troublesome and perfectly normal. However, she is the type of person who reluctantly puts away troublesome things because of the way others look at her or because of her own obsession.
"The smell… it’s no good. This will reveal what I have been doing. I'll just have to wash them myself."
She confirms that it is too late for the dirty sheets, so she uses them to wipe herself clean. Patricia changed out of her top and bottom clothes into her favorite negligee.
She was planning to bring this to the former Soderholm territory, so she didn't bring it with her when she moved her things.
Patricia gathered up her dirty clothes, folded them carefully, and left the room.
"――――"
(Strange. I don't see the torches of the guards.)
She looks out the window and narrows her eyes.
She searches for signs of life, but there were no footsteps or smells of armed maids on patrol.
It's quiet.
Patricia uses her enhanced sense of smell in the darkness.
She breathed in a full lungful of air and searched for the smells of the maids.
"...The smell of blood..."
Patricia's consciousness goes on alert.
After blowing out the lantern light, Patricia put down her dirty clothes and started walking.
First, her father and mother.
Making sure the two are safe.
Patricia picks up the ax on the wall of the corridor and quickly descends to the second floor―― the floor where her parents' bedroom is.
There was no sign of anyone in the corridor, the stairs, or the room where the maid was supposed to be waiting.
She got down to the second floor and open the large door beyond the corridor.
This is where her parents' bedroom is located.
What if she opened the door and found her parents' corpses lying on the floor?
She was driven by such anxiety, but fortunately, Count Lowell and his wife were alive.
However, they were lying unconscious and limp in front of the bed in the bedroom, tied to a chair.
"Father, Mother!"
She shouted and ran out.
As Patricia stepped onto the carpet, she felt a gust of wind on her neck.
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