episode_0101

This episode contains slightly grotesque depictions, the only instance in the series. Viewer discretion is advised.

The hero was defeated.

In the blink of an eye. So effortlessly it was almost laughable.

Only then did they realize—

Every soldier present had been nothing but playthings.

Even slaughtering thousands in a single strike was merely a way to dangle fragile hope before crushing it in her palm.

“Charge!”

“Save Lady Leona!”

“Raaahhh!”

With rallying cries, they raised their weapons and rushed toward the Demon Queen.

But despite their thunderous shouts, their eyes held no courage.

The encouragement they gave each other was a lie—one they didn’t even believe themselves.

Their desperate screams were just a futile attempt to drown out their fear.

Their expressions, straining for bravery and hope, were hollow.

No matter how many times they tried to steel themselves, all that surfaced in their eyes was despair.

“Haa… How lovely♡”

Ariana’s cheeks flushed with ecstasy as she observed each of their faces.

A glistening thread of drool escaped her pink lips.

She hadn’t been like this before—why did the sight of despair bring her such joy?

She must have seen it thousands of times by now, yet she never tired of it. If anything, the pleasure only grew stronger.

Perhaps this was how the sadistic urges she’d suppressed under her husband’s torment were finally manifesting.

“Good, so good…”

But the appetizer ends here.

She couldn’t fill her stomach before the main course.

“[Swamp of the Netherworld]”

A dark aura erupted from Ariana’s body, spreading endlessly in all directions.

Black mana—a fusion of magic and demonic energy, possible only after her transformation into a demon.

Spells cast with this dual-natured mana were far more potent and vast than before.

One by one, soldiers touched by the dark energy began to scream.

Their bodies withered, their flesh decayed, and soon, they rotted away.

In the end, they returned to the earth, leaving no trace of their existence.

Some tried to flee, but it was too late. Those touched by the spreading aura were sucked in like quicksand, their lives extinguished.

And just like that—

The Empire’s last embers were snuffed out without a trace.

“This… can’t be…”

“Amazing, isn’t it? The power of the Demon King—truly magnificent.”

“Are you laughing right now? Do you have any idea how many you’ve killed?!”

“Roughly a million? And I’m about to add one more.”

Leona stared up at her former comrade with resigned eyes, meeting that cruel, beautiful smile.

“…Fine, kill me. But remember this. One day, you will pay for your sins.”

“Thanks. So you’re giving me permission?”

A sword materialized in Ariana’s hand. Leona closed her eyes.

She had failed, but someone else—Yuria, or the next hero—would rise to stop her.

Humanity would not fall. So even in death, she had no regrets.

Thud. Thud.

Slow footsteps echoed in her ears.

They stopped right in front of her. And then—

They walked past.

Leona’s eyes snapped open in confusion, expecting the sword to sever her neck.

When she turned her head, she saw Ariana—and beside her, a frozen figure.

Klaus Pyrowright. Her father.

“Thanks, Leona. I was hesitating—killing your own dad felt a bit too cruel. But since you gave me permission, I can do it guilt-free.”

“W-wait… stop…!”

“Who would’ve guessed? You, a patricide. Your father must be so disappointed.”

Despair twisted Leona’s face—the face that had remained composed even in death.

Bewilderment. Grief. Rage. Emotions surged within her.

With a sinister smile, Ariana raised her sword.

“Stop! Don’t kill him! Kill me first—!”

“Fufu, now that’s the expression I wanted. Why would I waste you? Why do you think I attacked the Empire and Holy Kingdom simultaneously? Was I scared of your pathetic two-man party?”

The elf’s greatest archer, Erwin, couldn’t move a finger from his sickbed. Saintess Marika remained unconscious.

Even if all four were reunited, she wouldn’t flinch. Two were nothing.

“No. It’s so I can torment each of you, one by one. Death is too merciful. When I begged for it, you didn’t grant it either.”

“I—I was wrong! So please, spare my father—!”

Schlick. A clean severing sound.

Before Leona could finish, the frozen head toppled to the ground, rolling to her feet.

A fountain of blood erupted from the neck.

Splurt! Her father’s blood splattered across her face.

Slowly, as if time had stopped, she wiped the blood from her eyes and looked down.

And then—

“KYAAAAAAH!!! DADDYYYYY!!!!!”

The scream of a child who had lost her parent. Forgetting even the pain of her lost arm, she grabbed her sword with her remaining hand and swung at her enemy.

“RIIIIEEEEEL!!!!!!”

But even that furious strike—

Thud.

—was severed along with her last arm.

Armless, Leona gritted her teeth and spat curses.

“AAAH! MY ARM! MY LAST ARM!!! I’LL KILL YOU! YOU DEMON! YOU MONSTER!”

“Keh, ahah! Kyaahahahaha!”

She twitched, trying to punch or grab that laughing face—but nothing remained beyond her shoulders.

“Bargun, Zahal. Your turn. Even a hero can’t beat a woman with no arms, right?”

At her command, the troll and orc cracked their knuckles and approached Leona.

Their sheer size dwarfed her. A massive shadow engulfed her body.

“You cowards…!”

“Don’t blame us. We only follow the Queen’s orders.”

Bargun, the troll warrior. Even as a demon, he had pride as a fighter.

Tormenting a helpless opponent wasn’t his preference—but he couldn’t defy the Queen.

Before launching her invasion of the human realm, the Demon Queen had fully conquered the demon world.

With overwhelming power, she crushed all resistance. None who defied her survived.

No one left could refuse her orders. Those who could were already dead.

“Skree! Zahal kill. Human.”

His dim-witted companion might have been different.

“Stay still. I’ll make it quick.”

Bargun raised his arm.

Leona dodged the massive limb, stomped on his fist, and launched herself into a spinning kick to his face.

“Guhk?!”

The troll’s tough teeth shattered as he was sent spinning.

“Human! Kill!”

She evaded the orc’s weighty strike, slipping between his legs to deliver a crushing blow to his shoulder.

“Gwaaak!”

Zahal’s shoulder snapped, his arm dislocating. A direct hit to his face broke his nose, and a kick to the gut sent him flying.

With just her legs, Leona overwhelmed both monsters.

“Haah… these idiots.”

Ariana massaged her temples, sighing as she watched her subordinates get toyed with.

Before they could be killed, she swung her hand horizontally.

Following the arc of her motion, flames severed the leg Leona had raised to crush Bargun’s skull.

“Gyaaak?!”

Losing her last remaining limb, Leona toppled over.

“Ghk! You damn bitch!”

Enraged, Bargun swung his fist at her face.

Even the greatest warrior couldn’t block or dodge with just one leg.

“Ughk!”

The impact rattled her skull. Then Zahal stomped on her stomach.

“KYAAAAH!”

The furious orc and troll rained blows without mercy.

“Enough.”

By the time Ariana stopped them, Leona was on the verge of death.

She stopped the bleeding and restored just enough vitality to keep her conscious.

“Ugh… uuuh…”

The woman who had once been humanity’s hope was now a cripple—bruised, bloodied, and limbless.

“Did I say to kill her? A little later, and she’d have been gone.”

“Wasn’t that why you brought us?”

“Skree! Yes! We obey Queen!”

“I said break her, not end her. This is excessive.”

Glancing at her battered subordinates, Ariana issued her next command.

“Beating her is enough. Now rape her.”

“Huh?”

“Skree?”

Their dumbfounded reactions annoyed her.

“Deaf? Fuck her.”

“But—”

“But what?”

“Defiling a defenseless woman is dishonorable—”

“Bullshit. Since when do demons care? Don’t you lot usually rape weak women and force them into marriage?”

“Not all of us.”

Some demons might be like that.

But orcs were known to abduct and violate humans—would he really refuse?

“Skree! Zahal no crossbreed. Human female. Ugly. Zahal dick no react.”

Even this grotesque orc had his own standards, it seemed.

“Haah, fucking unbelievable.”

She’d deal with Lilit later for recommending these idiots. For now, she glared at the two.

“Hey. Wanna die? Or fuck her? Think I’m giving you a reward? Ram your monster cocks into her and wreck that pussy.”

Dark energy crackled in her palm, making them flinch. They tore off Leona’s clothes.

“Ugh… wh-what…?”

“Back with us? You love sex, don’t you? Especially with big ones. So I handpicked these two just for you. No need to thank me. What are friends for?”

“Hah, no, that’s not—! Stop, I don’t want this!”

Too late. The two monsters forced themselves inside.

“KYAAAAH!”

No matter how much she liked size, there were limits.

There was no pleasure in this—only agony as her body was stretched beyond reason.

And then, a second cock pressed against her rear.

“No! Not there! It’ll tear! IT’LL TEAR! AH! KYAAAAAH!”

Her body bulged unnaturally, distended by the two massive shafts.

The only one enjoying this interspecies threesome was the sole spectator.

Ariana watched Leona’s suffering with delight before walking over.

“Tch, not even fully hard. You think that floppy shit can satisfy my friend?”

She infused them with dark mana.

“Guhk?!”

“Hah, huff! Skree, skreeeek!”

Forced into rut, their cocks swelled even larger inside Leona.

Their thrusts grew rougher. Her screams louder.

“Ri… Riel… save me… I was wrong… please… spare me…”

“Calling me a demon, a monster—where’s that energy now?”

“I’m sorry! I was wrong! Forgive me! PLEASE, KYAAAAH!”

“Don’t look away, female. I cum now.”

“Skree! Zahal seed female too. Get pregnant!”

As their pace quickened, Leona kept begging between cries of pain.

“No! I don’t want an orc’s child! Riel, pl—GYOOOHK!”

Her eyes rolled back as cum flooded her womb and bowels.

Splat. She collapsed into the pool of semen, convulsing as it choked her.

“Guh… ughhk…”

Ariana crouched in front of her, poking her swollen belly.

“You’ve got a long road ahead. Can’t have you breaking already.”

Bargun, having regained his senses, asked grimly:

“What now?”

“Throw her to the orcs at the fortress. Cut off her last leg too.”

Even half-conscious, those words jolted Leona awake.

“No! Not my last leg! Riel, PLEASE!”

“Hmm, should I?”

“PLEASE! LADY RIEL! YOUR MAJESTY! DON’T TAKE MY LAST LEG!”

She was already severely disabled—but losing her last limb would render her completely immobile.

Ariana smirked at her desperate pleas.

“No.”

“Ah… ahh… no. Just kill me…”

“Leona.”

She spoke her old comrade’s name one last time.

And offered her final advice.

“Give up hope. Don’t even dream of escape or salvation. All that awaits you is a future as an orc broodmare—limbless, your womb and cunt your only purpose. Accept it. That’s all you can do.”

Despair. True, absolute despair, etched itself onto Leona’s face.

“Yes. This is the face I wanted.”

“AHH!!! NO, STOP! PLEASE! RIEEL!!! AAAAAAH!!!!!”

Revenge had only just begun.

One down.

Without a backward glance, Ariana left to reap the next.