Battle Maiden of White Fate 1
"The sun is setting unusually early."
One of the adventurers surrounding the bonfire said so with a troubled look on his face.
"I thought we had three hours to spare, but it's already dark."
At his words, Christo, Laranoa, the other adventurers, and Netzel's private soldiers, who were also sitting around the bonfire, nodded.
The group set up camp for the night on a flat area just before entering the swamp.
Christo uses the Rock Spear to create shelters for everyone, and Laira creates a furnace inside each shelter. The rest of them built a large campfire in the center of the campsite and cooked a simple dinner.
Preparations for the camp were completed in an instant, and thanks to Netzel's money, the dinner was sumptuous.
The expedition up to this point had progressed too smoothly in each individual's subjective opinion.
Tomorrow they would get up early and proceed to the swamp to have a chance encounter with the god of the swamp.
There's nothing wrong with it.
However, by the time dinner was over, everyone here had probably noticed the mysterious discomfort that was assailing the expedition.
Lyra was sitting on a fallen tree, picking up the chain of her pocket watch with her fingers and swinging it loosely.
"I think we've come a long way from the forest clearing we just left, but the fatigue in my legs seems light for the amount of time we've been walking. The food cooled down oddly fast, didn't it? Is it the low temperature? It doesn't...... feel like it."
"This is definitely the territory of the god of the swamp."
Laranoa said, staring into the orange flames.
She continued.
"Perhaps we are not welcome. The strange sensory discrepancies that have been occurring frequently since a few minutes ago are probably the result of the god of the swamp's barrier or something."
"If we are inside a barrier, we should notice it almost immediately. There were a few moments of physical discomfort along the way, but....... what about you Onii-san?"
Laira asks the mage of the A-class adventurer party.
The mage in a dubious outfit with a black cloth covering his mouth shook his head.
"No, I didn't notice anything. Is it casting a spell to make the barrier invisible, or is it using some kind of magic to make the sky look darker, to make it look as if nightfall has come earlier?"
"Both of my pocket watches are keeping good time. It's not as if someone has tampered with the brightness of the sky."
"What do we do, Laranoa-sama?"
"What do you mean?"
Laranoa asked Netzel's soldier.
"No, how about retreating for a while? It is obvious that we are in trouble."
"We have come this far, and there is no way we can leave without getting some results."
"However, it will be the end if we are annihilated."
"He's right, Laranoa-sama. We must retreat before things get worse."
Netzel's soldiers said this while glancing at Christo.
Netzel must have given strict orders not to let Christo die.
But Laranoa shook her head.
"Everyone, please listen. This situation is an opportunity."
"What do you mean by opportunity?"
Laranoa looked around, trying to calm everyone down.
Her face, illuminated from below by orange light, shows a strong determination.
"If the anomaly we are feeling now is due to the god of the swamp's magic, then at least the god of the swamp should know that we have entered its territory. The fact that it is keeping us trapped in this vast swamp, where we would normally have to wander around and search for it, indicates that if we express our desire to meet and talk with it, it may come to see us."
"Well, if that god doesn't notice us, we'll have no choice but to scream loudly and cross the swamp. If the other side does notice, we might be able to get things done quickly."
"At least there's a possibility. We might be cursed to death by that god."
"If the god of the swamp wants to meet us, then if we call it from here, it will probably answer, right?"
Laira picks up a twig that is lying next to her boots and throws it into the bonfire.
The twig, which contained moisture, disappeared into the flames, leaving behind a sharp crackling sound.
"I don't think it's safe to go into the swamp like this. We're more likely to be killed by the bottomless swamp, poisonous gas, or monsters lurking at the bottom of the swamp than by the curse of the god of the swamp."
"How about we split the group into two groups? I'm going to find the god of the swamp. Soderholm-kun, you will stay in this camp and call out to that god."
"I don't mind, but... Laranoa-sensei isn't planning on going alone, right?"
"If only there was someone who would want to come with me. If no one wants to go into the swamp, then I will go alone."
"Of course, I can't let you go alone. His Excellency has asked us to protect not only Christopher-dono but also you. We'll go too."
"I would rather stay here and wait. This swamp seems more dangerous than I expected."
Christo clapped his hands and looked around.
"For now, let's take a good rest for today and think about what to do tomorrow."
"That's right. Now let's select the one who will――"
When Laranoa said that far, the golden wave was transmitted from the swamp. It's the effect of the time-stop barrier. The expedition team's sense of time almost comes to a halt. It had just frozen over earlier when they were eating dinner, but it came again soon.
(When everyone here goes to bed tonight, everyone except those who managed to get a good night's sleep will oversleep in the morning.)
That's what Christo thinks as he looks around at the expedition members stiffened in front of the bonfire.
Time passes as long as you stay awake.
It doesn't matter if they sleep soundly, but unless their brains fall asleep spontaneously from drowsiness, the people here will spend time in their sleeping bags, wanting to sleep but unable to.
(Once again, the effect of Eltharion's barrier is simple, but brutal.)
Christo slips out of the circle of people around the campfire.
Laranoa, Laira, and the other adventurers and soldiers were all staring blankly at the campfire burning in the darkness, as if hypnotized.
He sat next to Laira, who was sitting on a fallen tree and holding a pocket watch in her hand.
(As expected, they weren't needed from the beginning. Patricia and I could have completed the task many times faster.)
Christo stares at the profile of a female mage with black side-tail hair, dressed in a white shirt, black shorts, and black tights.
It's a beautiful profile.
It is even impressive.
Vampires are said to collect their prey by resinating and plastinating them with a special chemical solution.
(Well, I understand the feeling, but I don't agree with it. I like a woman with a firm will, and Piercarlo and I are not compatible on this point either).
Christo buried his nose in Laira's neck and inhaled deeply.
The refreshing scent of juniper and the faint scent of sweat.
Although he has thought that the stronger the body odor, the stronger the erection, Laira's odor has always made his thing erect. He wants to send a special aphrodisiac semen and destroy her personality. However, Christo likes her aggressive attitude, so he restrains himself from ever doing that.
Christo kissed Laira's neck repeatedly as he began to unbutton her white shirt one by one, starting from the top.
× × ×
He pulls off Laira's shirt as she sits against a fallen tree.
From underneath came out a chemise that covered her moderately large breasts.
The color of the chemise is white.
At the top of the bulge, a small, dark-colored areola was visible through it.
When she was eating earlier, she prioritized food over it, so her body was in a state where sexual arousal had subsided.
Her white skin shimmered in the light of the campfire.
The shadows on her collarbone gave a sex appeal.
He peeked at her breasts, devouring the fresh scent of juniper, and saw a deep cleavage.
He puts his hands around her waist and embraces her.
He stroked her small but feminine rounded buttocks over her shorts and carefully traced her inner thighs, which were covered by black tights, his palm was soaked by sweat.
"…………, ……"
Since she was sitting on a fallen tree, there should be a horizontal line of sagging fat running down her larger breasts, that is, her stomach. The chemise only protected her above her navel.
A thin layer of soft fat covered the belt of her shorts.
In order to move around, you need to store fat or you will run out of energy and become unable to move.
Considering that, Laira's body had a really reasonable amount of flesh.
He ran his tongue over her collarbone.
I brushed off the shoulder straps of her chemise and let it fall to around her elbows.
On the side opposite to where Christo was sitting―― the shoulder strap had fallen off only on his left shoulder, but the fabric covering her breasts flung open.
White breasts with small areolas.
Her nipples were puffy and erect, and they were sticking out in her areola.
Her breasts were not as firm as Patricia's and her nipples were not as pink as Patricia's, he could not stop himself from getting a physiological erection because of the many times he had been titty fucked by these breasts.
He sucks on her nipples and licks them.
He knew that no milk would come out, but he sucked up the entire areola, bit the nipple sweetly, and played with it with the tip of his tongue.
"…………, …………, …………"
Laranoa was quite sensitive, but Laira didn't seem to react well.
He shakes her body as he devours her, and her breathing is only disturbed by the impact.
Objectively speaking, Laranoa is more fun to play around with.
However, this lack of reaction gives the impression that he is treating a human like a doll, so it's not all that bad.
Christo lifts Laira's waist and uses one hand to undo the belt and button of her shorts.
When the buttons of the shorts are undone, white panties wrapped in black underwear tights come out from underneath. Unlike the uncouth underwear that Laranoa was wearing, Laira's underwear fits the groin area and is easy to move in, which is preferred by noble women in the city.
After sliding her shorts and tights down to her knees, he steps away from her.
"――――"
Her white shirt was undone, and one side of her chemise was rolled down, revealing her left breast.
Her lower body was half-undressed with her shorts and tights pulled down.
It was a miracle, as if he had captured the moment when Laira, exhausted after returning home, sat down on her bed and languidly began to change her clothes.
(Time stop is amazing after all. This extraordinary feeling is addictive.)
From the macro perspective to the micro.
He approaches her again and lifts her knee.
Her buttocks and white panties are emphasized.
The muscles on the back of her thighs are extremely flexible and her panties are bulging.
The soft muscles on the backs of her thighs, which are extremely flexible, and her plump, bulging panties.
He gently moved it up and down.
"――――"
Laira still shows no reaction.
While wondering why he was so excited by such a woman, he shifted the crotch part of her panties to the side and stared directly at the elegant and beautiful cleft.
There is a urine odor, but it is much fainter than Laranoa.
Almost odorless.
The smell of juniper perfume makes it impossible to smell any body odor.
She's like air.
Sounds like she'd be good as an assassin or something―― he can't tell how many times he thought that.
Cunnilingus for the time being
He pressed his tongue against Laira's vagina and licked up the entire area.
On the way, his tongue hits the panties, which he had shifted to the side, and they become wet with saliva.
He extended the tip of his tongue to the clitoris of her vagina.
Peel off the foreskin.
He presses the tip of her tongue against the sensitive clitoris.
Laira liked having her clitoris licked and her entrance played with like this.
"――――, ……, ……"
While the only sounds were the sound of the campfire and the sound of air bubbles gushing out from the mud of the swamp, he continued to lick Laira's elegant vagina. The index finger was inserted up to the first joint. He continues to stimulate her.
"――Nhh, fuu."
After a while, Laira let out a faint exhale and her hips bounced.
The vaginal cavity twitches and sweetly bites the first joint of his index finger, and a clear liquid oozes from the urethral opening below the clitoris. He licked the odorless liquid off with the tip of his tongue and gouged the urethra, filling his mouth with a gusty, salty taste.
(Okay, that's about it.)
Satisfied for the moment, Christo looked up at Laira, who was wiggling, and quickly put her clothes back on.
He was used to it by now.
In the past few hours, he had improved considerably in the way he undressed women.
When Christo returned to the campfire circle as if nothing had happened, time began to move again.
"――――!? ......, ......, ......??"
Among those who resumed moving all at once, only Laira, who was sitting on a fallen tree, bounced from her buttocks, and looked down at her buttocks.
"――be the lookout. Let's start with me......."
While Laranoa took the lead and proceeded with the conversation, Laira kept her usual emotionless eyes, only her lips were half open, and she was single-mindedly concerned about her own buttocks and breasts.
"......?? ......!?"
Then, as she tilted her hips back slightly, her eyes widened a bit.
He had left the foreskin protecting her clitoris peeled off.
Perhaps the hard part of the shorts rubbed against it, causing a strong stimulation.
Sharp stimulation to the clitoris when climaxing finely.
She dropped her head down abruptly and squeezed her thighs together with her hands between them.
Then she wriggled her thighs together, making an effort to somehow restore the skin of her clitoris.
Christo caught the scene with a sideways glance and felt a mysterious pleasure that transcended sexual desire fill his heart. There is a sense of immorality that can only be obtained through time-stopping Laira. The most exquisite fruit. A heavenly pleasure. His power as a devil is clearly increasing.
I want more of this――.
(But I think I have to limit the improvement of my power to this level to make the story go forward. I'm the only one who can move properly, so I have to be firm.)
Once they were asleep, he would escape the camp alone and head to the god of the swamp.
Then, before it was revealed that Christo went missing, he would clean up all the necessary things and come back.
The subsequent explanations of the situation and excuses for having to negotiate with the god alone can be appropriately misled by the mood of the moment.
As long as there is the unshakable fact that he received the earth magic from the god, no one can say anything. They have no choice but to accept Christo's random stories as the truth.
"Handsome-kun, you got a moment?"
As everyone in the area dispersed to their own shelters, leaving behind a lookout, Laira came to his side and pulled on his sleeve.
"What?"
"Come here. I don't want people to hear it."
Laira started to move.
The people who had been walking around all day looked toward Laira and Christo as they left their shelter, but as soon as they stopped to talk in the shade of a nearby tree, they quickly lost interest and went into their own shelters.
Laranoa and the other lookout parted ways, one leading to the swamp and the other to the depths of the forest, respectively. The reason for this was that if there was going to be a monster attack, it would most likely come from one of them.
Laira peered into Christo's eyes.
"Promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to tell you."
"What? What the hell is going on?"
"Listen, Christopher. I don't have time for this."
"Fumu?"
Laira quickly checked that Laranoa and the other lookout had disappeared from around the shelter, and then she pulled Christo by the hand and pulled him behind the oak tree.
She thrust the strange staff she had been holding so carefully all along into the ground.
"[To me, Offer it]"
She chanted a small incantation.
The staff emitted a blood-red wave, and [something] in the ground around Laira and Christo.
"What on earth is that? What kind of magic is this?"
"It's not magic. It's a mantra called [World Poetry.]
"Haa"
"Christopher. Perhaps we are under attack from the god of the swamp."
Laira's face is still the same as ever as she says this.
It wouldn't be strange for her to say her words with a serious face from beginning to end, but the corners of her mouth were upturned as if she was enjoying the situation.
Laira continued.
"If things continue as they are, we will be wiped out. We won't even make it out of this swamp."
"What makes you say that? Have you figured out what we've been feeling?"
"Probably. ――The same power as the Authority of the [Mighty Star] is at work here."
"The power to stop most of our sensory time? Ah, that's why time seemed to pass so quickly, or why the hot soup suddenly got cold."
"Maybe"
"However, assuming your guess is correct, what should we do now? If the time is slowed down, we can't move properly from here."
"From this point on, you must keep your mouth shut. Promise me."
"Okay. I won't tell anyone."
Laira nodded and looked at the shelter.
"I have a way to escape the interference of the god of the swamp, but I can't do anything about Christopher and the others. You guys will get stuck every time the sensory time is stopped. So, I'm going to go to the center of the barrier by myself to appease the god of the swamp. Christopher will put up a barrier around the camp with rune magic and stand by. Never let the barrier fall apart."
"Appease the god of the swamp? W-wait, wait, wait!"
"Shh"
Laira presses her index finger to his lips.
Whether it's Melvina or Patricia, sometimes he wonders why girls smell so good, from their hair to their fingertips.
Laira opened her mouth again as Christo kept his mouth shut.
"If we just sit here and wait, we'll just die, so there's no choice but to go. If I don't come back in two days..."
Laira's emotionless dark eyes stare at the ground.
Momentarily, purple electricity scatters, and a mud doll appears as if it were pushed out from the ground.
"A transmutation reaction? Did you create a clay doll using alchemy? But how did you do it without a transmutation circle? And what is this abnormal transmutation speed?"
"Don't tell anyone about this either. If you tell anyone, I'll kill you."
Laira wrote [emeth] on the head of the clay figure as she said this.
This is a phrase that gives life to clay dolls.
The clay doll, given a temporary life by the alchemist, will continue to move until the [e] in [emeth] is separated―― in other words, it is written as [e/meth].
([emeth] means life, and [meth] means death. Golem transmutation is the basic skill of an alchemist, but the speed of this transmutation and the precision of the golem's creation are extraordinary. Is she using some kind of amplification?)
Christo looks at the strange staff Laira has stuck in the ground.
Even with his demon eyes, he couldn't see through the staff's inner workings.
"If I don't come back, give this golem a letter and ask for help from the people outside. If everyone but you is dead and you are in a desperate situation, let this golem carry you. Take it and run away from the swamp.''
"Who are you? What exactly are you hiding?"
"I can't tell you. Stop prying. It will only lead to an unfortunate ending for both of us."
"I sense an unusual murderous intent from you..."
"If you know that, then you know what to do next."
Laira, wearing a pair of black mage's gloves, indicated the shelter with her chin.
"Put up your barrier, forget everything about me, and get into your sleeping bag. I'm sure time will fly again when I'm gone, so at least go to the bathroom."
Hurry up.
Go―― Laira ordered nonchalantly.
Christo stared down at the dark-haired mage and then opened his mouth.
"We'll see each other again, right?"
"Of course. You live in the royal capital. I'm moving to the royal capital, where the Magic Association is located, after all, the guild in the Baltic city was shut down."
"I see, we can meet again... I wonder about that."
"Handsome-kun... Do you hate me that much? Even this hurts me a lot."
"You think of me as nothing more than a convenient masturbation tool, right? I haven't forgotten that you told me that you like me as a sex slave, but not as a human."
"What, are you still upset that I'm leaving you in the dark?"
"I don't have a problem with that. I understand that you are hiding something that you can't say. ――However, I have one question."
Christo looked into Laira's cold black eyes.
"Why would you help us? There's no point in helping us, right? It's irrational for you to take the risk of leaking information to others."
If Laira can only move while time is stopped, she should just abandon Christo and the others and escape from the barrier.
She shouldn't risk going out of her way to meet the god of the swamp, and she had probably disclosed a lot of information that her organization had told her not to divulge.
None of her actions were rational.
"Of course. It's because I don't want Handsome-kun to die."
"Even though you would kill me if I leaked information?"
"As long as you don't leak anything, I would keep Handsome-kun alive. Ultimately, it doesn't matter what happens to the others. But I want Handsome-kun to stay alive if possible. That's why I'm going through all this trouble."
"Why me?"
Laira fell silent when Christo asked.
"Hey, this might be the end of your life. Please tell me why you're helping me. Or is that even forbidden?"
"Would you say that to someone you've had s*x with?"
"Are you saying you're helping me because I'm a higher priority than most people?"
"That's right"
"Are you the kind of person who would place all the people you have s*x with on a higher priority list?"
When Christo asked this, Laira said in a blank voice, [That's not true].
"You think I'm a woman who shakes her ass at everyone? That's just plain annoying, and I wish you'd stop."
"I see. You have a reason that goes further than s*x, huh?"
Christo grabbed Laira's shoulders and looked into her eyes.
It's the perfect opportunity.
He wasn't going to let her get away.
He will not tolerate lies.
"Tell me. What made you think it was okay to have a relationship with me?"
"Handsome-kun is, just like me."
"What?"
Laira shrugs in resignation.
She turned her gaze away from Christo and folded her arms under her chest, perhaps out of defensive instinct.
"I'm a monster. No one understands me, and I don't even try to understand anyone. I've always thought so since I was little. But after I met you, my way of thinking changed completely. Christopher"
Laira continues.
"You're the same as me. You're not the kind of person who doesn't think of humans as humans. You think the lives of humans, elves, and beastmen all around the same. But you're not the same as someone who's gone crazy. You're just someone who is inherently weird."
"――――"
"That's why I became interested in you. When we started talking, and even had s*x, I finally realized you were a crazy bastard―― for the first time, I felt like I was meeting a friend."
Laira stares up at Christo with her usual expressionless expression.
"I said friends, but I only said that because I didn't know what else to call it. I don't want to lose you if I can help it. I love you more deeply than I love my comrades. But maybe it's not love as generally defined. I don't know what this feeling is called."
"I don't really understand what you're saying."
"Ah. That's right. I'm not trying to get you to understand."
"But maybe I have the same feelings as you."
"Ha? ――Kyaa!"
He embraces Laira with his demon physical strength.
Christo held her down with terrible strength and whispered in her ear.
"I'll tell you a little bit of my secret. Laira, would you like to make a pact with me? You deserve it."
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