Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Otherworld Demon King Survival Guide.

Episode 118: Eating Pixies And Levelling Up (11)

“Yes! Sister!”

“Shasha!”

—Click-click-click.

This time, our instructor was Sister Reika. We stood apart as she instructed. Reika looked at us, then grabbed her sword, glaring at me.

“Sister?”

“From now on, I’ll show you the movements. Follow exactly. Anyone who isn’t an idiot can do it, so I won’t say it twice.”

“Understood.”

Reika immediately assumed a stance.

And then.

—Swoosh.

She made a motion as if cutting through the air.

“Wow!”

It looked like swordsmanship, although I wasn’t sure. What would someone like me know, anyway? The first thing was to follow the movements. Definitely, compared to my clumsy sword handling, I could see a difference.

“Shall we follow now?”

“Why do you think I showed it to you?”

When I asked eagerly, Reika responded irritably.

“Well, that makes sense. Okay, Sharan. Lumica. Let’s try it the same way.”

“Shasha!”

—Whoosh.

The three of us cut through the air simultaneously.

Following Reika.

Did I do it right?

“Hey. You did it wrong.”

“What?”

“It’s wrong. Are you an idiot? Even a newbie wouldn’t cut like that.”

“Please, teach me kindly.”

“I can’t be nice seeing an idiot like you. Do it again.”

She still hadn’t let go of her animosity. I was about to silently punish her when…

“Shasha. Reika. Be nice to Master.”

“What? What?”

Sharan approached Reika, grabbed her hand, and spoke.

“Let go of this!”

“Don’t be angry. Is Reika upset?”

“No… It’s just… let go of this.”

“Don’t you like holding hands with Sharan?”

“Why are you grabbing me!”

“To talk.”

Sharan held Reika’s hand, looking straight into her eyes. Had she gotten completely wrapped up in Sharan’s pace?

“Kek.”

Reika seemed uncomfortable under Sharan’s gaze, turning her head and biting her lip. She was prickly to me but not to the others.

“Hmm.”

It seemed difficult for her to deal with Sharan, who appeared to have no ill intent. More than that, Sharan was trying to make Reika an ally, treating her well.

Different from me, who sought to dominate, even prisoners disliked bad guards but would appreciate a kind one nearby.

This revelation made Reika’s nature appear truly gentle.

I had mercilessly abused such a woman.

“Reika, do you dislike Sharan?”

“Of course, I…”

“Sharan likes Reika.”

“Such nonsense…”

She was flustered.

I decided to step in.

“Sharan, it’s okay.”

“Shasha?”

“Sure, she might be harsh with words, but she’s teaching us well. That’s okay. Come, stand by my side.”

“Shasha… If Master says so.”

Sharan immediately came to my side.

“Sister Reika, are you going to upset Sharan?”

“You shut up! Damn it! Quickly get back into position! I’ll teach you!”

Reika shouted, her face red with anger.

Let’s start again.

—Swish!

—Swoosh!

Afterward, Reika taught swordsmanship kindly and without any complaints.

“Really damn frustrating! Move as I say! And don’t lay the blade flat when you swing! Are you planning to hit with the side of the sword?”

“No, it’s just… this is my first time today.”

“Ah, really damn it! How did I ever lose to someone like this! Why did I become a sex slave to someone like you? Ugh!”

But she did seem quite frustrated.

“Stay still!”

“Ah! Why are you suddenly touching my body!”

“I’m adjusting your posture, you idiot!”

Reika, though angry, physically adjusted my posture. So that was being kind—physical contact included; it was a truly caring lesson. Anyway, seeing her this passionate showed she was definitely under my control.

“Sister Reika, if you’re too harsh, brace yourself for tonight.”

“Eh♥”

At those words, Reika’s face softened, and a moan escaped her lips.

“…Hot!”

Momentarily lost in sensation, Reika snapped back to reality and exploded in anger.

“Damn it! Be serious!”

“I am. I’ve been serious the whole time.”

“Bullshit!”

“Just trust me.”

In fact, I had been serious from the beginning to the end. I was learning how to handle weapons. In any situation, being able to use a weapon increased my chances of survival.

Survival was the reason for my seriousness.

—Swoosh!

—Chop.

Following her instructions, I swung the sword, advanced, and retreated. After practicing that, I repeated the cutting motions as Reika had instructed to get a feel for it.

It was a bit hard since it was the first day, but it wasn’t a problem for me. After all, I would get better with practice… Ah, and I also needed to train in black magic. Once I get a feel for swordsmanship, I should research how to combine it with black magic.

Even using demon breath in battle had been tremendous.

With these thoughts of the future, I continued to practice swordsmanship.

“Shasha! Reika. Is this how it’s done?”

“…Not bad.”

“Look at me too. Is this how I should stab?”

“The motion is fine, but…”

She was really kind to Sharan and Lumica.

Ah. But this wasn’t so much kindness as it was awkwardness from someone who was very shy.

Maybe we should all sleep together for a few days? Sharan and Lumica slept with me every day, but sleeping together with Reika would be good for getting closer.

Or maybe I should spend a few days sleeping with Reika alone. All this time, Reika was sleeping alone in a temporary prison.

“Sister Reika. Please be kind to me too.”

“I can’t do that. You’re an idiot. Just swing your sword.”

“Still, seeing this, it’s like you’ve completely become one of us at the demon castle…”

“Shut up!”

So, I learned swordsmanship from Reika, along with my scantily clad women.

Sharan in a leaf bikini and Lumica in a clamshell bikini. Watching these sexy and voluptuous women wield swords was truly a delight.

—Swoosh!

—Bounce bounce.

Their breasts swayed with each swing of the sword.

A sight worth seeing.

“Didn’t you ask to be taught swordsmanship? Idiot. Are your eyes on their breasts?”

“Oh. Sister Reika. Keep that up, and I’ll make you take off your underwear, too.”

“Low-life. You’re a fucking bastard. You know that?”

“Well, I’m not sure if I’m a bastard.”

“Excellent criminal mindset. I’ll give you that.”

—Clap clap.

It was the first time I had received applause.

“But Sister Reika, what kind of swordsmanship is that? Do they teach this at the convent? Is it some kind of nun’s sword technique?”

“Bullshit… The convent mainly teaches self-defense. There’s some swordsmanship, but not much.”

“Is this what they teach?”

“I learned it separately before entering the convent.”

“So, the other nuns at the convent aren’t good with swords?”

“…”

“Answer me.”

“Yeah, they’re not. Happy now?”

It seemed that the nuns of the convent mainly used their holy power to heal wounds, proselytize, run the convent, and conduct worship services.

Most of them were young women around the same age as Sister Reika. They might have been weak in combat, but they possessed a variety of other abilities.

Capturing another nun might be beneficial.

“Thinking something disgusting again?”

“How did you know?”

“I can tell just by looking at your eyes.”

“Anyway. Let’s start practicing swordsmanship again.”

“Get into position.”

In that manner, we practiced getting into position, swinging swords, and learning to walk while fighting until it was time for a break.

“Whew.”

This was quite tiring.

As I sat down, Lumica came over and sprinkled water on my head.

—Drip drip.

“Ah, that’s refreshing.”

“Master. It’s okay.”

“Hm? Lumica?”

“She might be a bit prickly right now, but if we keep living together, she will naturally come to like you. So don’t worry too much. Look, she’s even got pretty markings and horns now.”

She seemed a bit worried about Reika.

“Don’t worry. It’ll happen as Lumica says. But thanks anyway.”

“Thanks, huh.”

“Let’s start again. It’s the last session.”

“Okay.”

I stood up and picked up the sword again.

We swung our swords until the afternoon.

“Whew! Thank you, Sister Reika. I learned a lot from your kind instruction today.”

“Did you? A three-year-old could do better than you.”

“Your words, as always. But I feel good like we’ve gotten closer.”

“What, what are you saying! This damn bastard, always…! Enough!”

—Whoosh!

With that exclamation, Reika shouted and turned to enter the dungeon.

“I’ll have to play with her thoroughly tonight. Sharan, Lumica, let’s go in and get ready to rest.”

“Yes, Master… Shasha? Master! Look there!”

“Huh?”

Sharan pointed, and there I saw…

“Kerrugh! Master! I’ve returned!”

“Kruruk! I’m back!”

Buril and Imsoong had returned!

“My little ones! You’re back!”

It seemed Buril had kidnapped a bunch of guys to make into subordinates, and Imsoong had also brought back a lot of food!

“Master! No danger today!”

“Didn’t find anything strange either!”

—Buzz!

The pixies I had sent out also returned safely!

“Well done! Everyone’s mission was a success!”

“Keruk!”

“Kruruk!”

It had been a very productive day! I had trained the pixies and practiced swordsmanship. Buril had brought back subordinates, and Imsoong had done a great job gathering food!

“Buril always does well! Imsoong! Today was your first solo mission outside, and you did great! It was perfect! No injuries, and you brought back lots of food!”

“Kruruk! I received praise!”

He was clearly pleased.

—Bounce bounce!

But it seemed he hadn’t gotten over his habit of bouncing around.

“Hahaha!”

Anyway, well.

Days like this passed.

Such was everyday life at Kyuse’s demon castle.