Good Omen (2)

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<Side : Goddess, Solomon>

A choice forced upon a child whose tribe’s lives were held hostage.

Should she bow her head to an unknown outsider to receive the blood of sheep and goats for the treatment of the disease, or should she maintain her beliefs and refuse?

However, for the child cornered in a desperate situation, the answer was already determined. Even though her heart was upright, she had a weak spot for her tribe… she didn’t have the courage to weigh the lives of her tribesmen.

“…I understand. I’ll accept it. Please, give me the blood for the treatment. In return, I’ll follow whatever conditions you set.”

“Hehe. I’m very pleased with your quick decision♪”

Anniidart wore a satisfied expression. As if she had expected this to happen, she took out a piece of paper from her bosom.

“Before that… what’s your name? We’ll be building a relationship from now on, so I think we should introduce ourselves first.”

“I’m Francesca Wing. As you can see, I’m of the Avian race. And you?”

“I’m Anniidart Serenpid. Just a run-of-the-mill adventurer and animal trainer.”

The two children exchanged names. But the friendly atmosphere didn’t last long. Anniidart, having dropped her smile, spoke again.

“At the end of the Avian race’s journey, the one who accompanies them can find what they’ve lost… there’s a legend like that.”

“That’s just a far-fetched legend. It’s also the reason why legends remain legends.”

The child wore a disappointed expression at Anniidart, who suddenly brought up the Avian race.

That was because the child’s race was also the Avian race. Her fellow tribesmen had suffered much persecution and kidnapping because of the legends associated with the Avian race.

“That’s right. Legends are just legends. But do you happen to know? Why, out of all the Beast-person races, the Avian race has such a legend.”

“Not really… more than that, Anniidart. What exactly do you want to talk about…”

The child urged Anniidart, who was muttering irrelevant things out of the blue. The child was short on time and desperate. He understood that feeling.

But Anniidart didn’t stop talking. She told an ancient tale related to the Avian race.

“Long ago, on a day when a God, disappointed with humanity’s pleasures and impurities, decided to punish the world with purifying water. To give humanity one last chance, he instructed a human to build an ark to avoid destruction.”

Ah, the story of Noah…

“The ark contained a pair of every kind of flora and fauna, including humans, Beast-people, and Elves, even beings who would later be called Demonkin. And on the day of the end, the flood swept through and the world was submerged and ended.”

What a foolish story. Depravity and pleasure… what good reverberations they are. God is a race that cannot understand.

“After days and days of rain, the rain stopped, and to investigate the outside, the ark builder ordered the Avian race, and the Avian race brought a branch of an olive tree. With that, he realized that the water was gradually receding. From then on, rumors began to spread that the Avian race could see what was invisible or find what was lost.”

“What’s the point of that story now…”

“It’s a story that’s more than necessary. Francesca. I want to make a contract with you. I’ve been searching all along. For the Avian race.”

“A, contract…?”

Anniidart wore a very serious, and inwardly gloomy, expression. There was someone she had to find.

“I’ll give you enough blood to treat your entire tribe, and I’ll tell you the cure. In return, you’ll follow me. Only alone… giving up belonging to the tribe and alone…”

Anniidart’s true intentions. She, who wanted to accompany the Avian race, increasingly pressured the child. And as I said before, the child, who no longer had a choice, did not hesitate for long.

Would it have been better to say she couldn’t help it? Realizing that worrying wouldn’t help, the child sighed and nodded slightly.

“I’ll fulfill the contract. Avian race. I’ve decided not to be picky about means and methods anymore.”

“………Just put the price on my neck. And I don’t have wings as great as you think, nor do I have great insight. But if I can be of help…”

“No. I’m in a position where I have to use all the legends and myths now. So… you’ll have to pay the price for saving the tribe’s lives. Francesca.”

The child, who had officially signed a contract with Anniidart, was relieved inside. She was relieved by the fact that she was able to save the tribe with her sacrifice. Without knowing what would happen next…

“Good choice. Francesca. Then here’s the first instruction… you’ll have to betray your tribe. Change your name too, yes… as if you were never a member of that tribe from the beginning.”

“……What?”

The child doubted those words. She even thought she had misheard. But that wasn’t the case.

“But don’t worry. The promise to save the tribe is not a lie. I’ll take responsibility and save them. Not only that. I’ll also arrange jobs so they can be self-sufficient. Living in the desert without allies forever is no different from suicide.”

She spoke as if she were doing a favor, but the child was still unable to escape from the shock. But she couldn’t protest. As long as the Shackle of the contract was in place, and as long as she had been promised treatment.

For the child, the tribe’s treatment was no longer a noble goal, but a leash…

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<Side : The 7th Apostle, Lightly Elaine/The 7th Rank – Amon>

『Martyr’s Month – Day 4 (Morning)』

“[Hehet♥ My Cunt is tingling♥ The semen won’t stop♥ It feels like my brain is burning…]”

Francesca, sprawled out like a frog, spraying vaginal fluid from her Cunt and constantly spewing semen residue from her Yangmool.

Her appearance had also changed remarkably.

The bruises I had caused by punching her lower abdomen were gradually responding to the Cunt in her lower abdomen and turning into skin, and now all her skin except for her head had turned black.

My brown skin, Mel’s chocolate-colored skin, was different, and the black, slightly bluish skin… incited a desire to violate her more and more♥

“[It’s like my head and body are different beings. It seems like my body has completely turned into the body of an apostle, but my head hasn’t changed yet]”

Blair, who had been violating Francesca’s both holes with me and was taking a break, left his impressions after seeing Francesca’s collapsed figure.

“[The upper and lower body are extremely sensitive, and the brain must have been burning with the pleasure information transmitted by the body… it’s amazing that it’s still maintaining its original form. It is predestined that all beings belong to Master, and there are no exceptions. Then this is also Master’s will…]”

I sympathize with Blair’s words as he rests his chin. Master’s love does not distinguish between race, gender, age, or even good and evil. If it is the will of Master, who is only equal to all and shows infinite compassion…

Even though we were constantly drinking our semen and having

–Thwack… Thwack…

–Clang…!

I headed towards the training grounds. The mixture of semen and vaginal fluid, soaking the hallway, stuck to the soles of my feet, but it felt as soft and cozy as walking with shoes on♥

Also, a spear was somehow in my hand. It felt as comfortable and precious as a part of my body, and like the voice I had heard earlier♥

Ignoring the sounds of pleas for help and moans of pleasure, I followed the direction the voice indicated, opened the only closed door to the inner training grounds.

–Creak…

“[Doll…]”

Inside, a Doll stood alone. A Doll modeled after my ‘Francis’ self. Holding a spear and with emerald wings spread, the Doll stood facing me.

“[I can’t… hear the voices]”

At the same time, the voices of the humans I heard in the dormitory disappeared. The silence was brief, and then I heard the sound of more organized, sharp footsteps heading this way. My Enhanced hearing allowed me to discern the number of people just from the footsteps.

The number of their footsteps… was the same as the number of the entire guard. No, except for one person…

–Creak…

–Thump♥ Thump♥ Thump♥ Thump♥

“[We greet Francesca♥]”

Soon, countless Slave Succubus entered the training grounds. The Succubus, with their diverse skin colors, dyed the once all-green training grounds, forming a circle and surrounding me and the Doll. Red, yellow, green, blue, purple. In a field where a rainbow bloomed without rain…

As they fondled their Dicks or poked at their Cunts, I recalled.

The time when I competed with Victoria… that stupid she-cat, for the tribe’s best warrior. The tribesmen surrounded us, watching the spectacle. Thinking about it now… it’s a truly useless memory…

That’s right… just like that Doll imitating ‘me’. The Doll still didn’t move, standing blankly like a target scarecrow.

‘Francis’. My fake persona that I acted as under the contract with Anniidart. Why did I have to sacrifice my superior self to help those stupid, inferior Beast-people? Ugh… I shouldn’t be thinking like this…

That’s right… if I cut down that fake… Hehe♥ If that fake, if the existence of ‘Francis’ disappears, then I, ‘Francesca’, can exist in the world with dignity♥

“[I don’t know who gave me this spear♥ But I’m really grateful♥ I’m also really grateful to the voice that pointed me to my goal♥ I must now do what I have to do♥]”

It is said that the Avian race can find what they have lost at the end of their journey. What does the end of the journey mean… Keuhut♥ What else could it be? Death♥

“[Please let me regain what I have lost… My good omen. ‘Francis’♥]”

I take a stance, aim the spear, and charge. Severing only one thing, receiving everything in return♥

Here I come…♥

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