episode_0102

“The Empire has been completely occupied. Now, it’s just us left.”

“Then… Leona too…?”

“Yes… It seems she’s been dealt with.”

“I shouldn’t have let her go…”

The Empire was not only Leona’s homeland—it was where her parents lived. So when she insisted on leaving, there was no stopping her.

The Demon King’s army had gathered most of its forces here, so there was hope that she might be safe. But in the end, it was futile.

“The Queen of Winter. It must have been her doing.”

“Yes. Otherwise, the Empire would never have fallen to the remnants of the Demon King’s forces without their officers.”

“Sigh… Alright. Go check.”

Finishing her conversation with the knight, Yuria grabbed a water bottle and moved to another spot.

She then handed the water to a woman resting—her mentor.

“You worked hard, unnie.”

“Thanks.”

Cecil Astoria. As her now-perfected disciple handed her the bottle, she wiped the blood from her cheek and gulped the water down.

Beside her, Yuria crouched, burying her face between her knees.

How long has it been since we sat side by side like this? Cecil was lost in old memories for a moment.

They were mentor and disciple—yet also friends, almost like sisters.

But after finding out they both liked the same boy, that bond had grown slightly awkward.

Still, the boy who had caused that conflict was neither a boy anymore nor even of this world.

He had vanished with the ruined capital—already dead.

Would it have been so hard to see him just one more time?

Thinking of the ungrateful brat who never even showed his face after she left the Hero Party, Cecil spoke again.

“…The attacks keep coming. I think we’ve already killed half their officers.”

“Mm. They must have thrown most of their forces against the Holy Kingdom.”

That meant the Empire had been invaded with minimal troops—and yet it had already collapsed.

“The Queen of Winter. It must be because of her.”

“But you know… where the hell did that monster even come from?”

“……”

“Do you think the same as me?”

“…Only in imagination.”

Liel Frost. The first name that came to mind when speaking of the most skilled, most powerful ice mage—an infamous sorceress, discovered and wanted after becoming a woman.

There was reason to consider her as the Demon Queen’s true identity.

“But really, that makes no sense.”

“Yeah.”

The idea of her—practically the embodiment of justice—falling to corruption was hard enough to believe, but above all, even Liel Frost shouldn’t have been capable of plunging the entire continent into winter.

The blizzards had already lasted a year and a half.

The sheer mana and scale of the magic involved went far beyond merely being “stronger.”

So every time doubts arose, they ultimately concluded the Demon Army must have created some unprecedented abomination.

Yet…

“……”

An unsettling feeling lingered, refusing to fade.

Crackle. Crackle.

The firewood burned, sparks flying.

In this world buried under blizzards, this one place alone bloomed with warmth.

And for good reason—the firewood here came from the largest tree in the world.

Whoosh!

The World Tree—the Great Forest, home of the elves—was ablaze.

“Ah… Aah… Aaaah…!”

Unable to do anything but groan, Erwin watched helplessly as her home burned to ruin.

“The World Tree,” came a voice.

Monotone. And because of that, chilling.

“Who planted it? That massive tree. Where did they even find a seed for something that hasn’t borne fruit in thousands of years?”

The voice came from right behind her, slipping straight into her ears.

It raised goosebumps, but she couldn’t escape.

If the support holding her up disappeared, she’d collapse to the floor in a heap.

Even if she wanted to move, she couldn’t—so resistance was pointless.

So she stayed silent. Clenching her teeth, Erwin refused to answer Arina, who held her in her arms.

“Erwin. Answer. I know you can speak.”

“Who’d you torture to find that out?”

Eventually, she spoke.

Her deranged former comrade was undoubtedly enjoying this exchange.

She had tried pretending to be an unfeeling vegetable, denying any reaction that might please Arina. But now, even that was meaningless.

“Hmm… one of your elders? Pity. If your parents were alive, I’d have asked them instead.”

“Disgusting.”

“Well, what do you know? I thought your parents were still around. So Leona’s the only one with living parents in the party now? More like an Orphan Party than a Hero Party, huh? No wonder we turned out like this.”

Even including herself in the mockery.

Laughing at her own razor-sharp words, Arina casually brushed it off while Erwin scowled.

“Wait—you went after Leona’s parents? What did you do to them?”

“Hmm? Just her father, Klaus. Her mother… dunno. Maybe she got lucky and survived?”

“You killed her father in front of her for revenge? Are you even human?”

“I’m a demon now~ Besides, not funny? Thought it was a killer joke.”

Her indifference to the past was almost casual—so much so that Erwin’s numb spine tingled with cold dread.

She really doesn’t feel even a shred of remorse.

“So? The answer?”

“Who planted the World Tree? Obviously the Goddess. She gifted our mother tree to the elves.”

“The Goddess… If she truly exists, why hasn’t she saved you? Why let things come to this?”

“We can’t deny the fact that Saints and priests draw power from her.”

“All I’m saying is—maybe your Goddess isn’t as benevolent as you think. Maybe she’s just… mechanical. Uncaring if people die or the world burns.”

Erwin snorted, cutting Arina off.

There was no point listening to a heretic’s ramblings.

Her fate had been sealed the moment she was captured.

“So what happens to me? Are you gonna chop off my limbs and throw me to orcs like Leona?”

She had steeled herself the moment she heard about the Empire’s defeat.

What did it matter if her useless limbs were severed?

But even so, fear still gnawed at her.

Her body trembled despite being paralyzed, though Arina simply dismissed the question.

“Nah. You’re getting married.”

“…Married?”

Erwin’s pupils shook strangely.

Ding.

Ding.

Daaaaang.

The wedding bells rang.

In the sacred ceremony where two become one, only four—or rather, three people and one creature—had gathered.

To the rhythm of the bells, Arina stepped forward, carrying a beautifully dressed Erwin in her arms.

After arriving at the altar, she turned to face where the groom should be—except there was no one.

Or rather, not within her line of sight. The officiant, Lirit, leaned over the table to peer downward.

There stood a small, ugly creature—a goblin—wearing an ill-fitting tuxedo, drooling grotesquely.

Just the sight was enough to make Lirit nauseous, but she forced it down.

She had already been warned once for suggesting orcs and trolls that didn’t meet Arina’s standards.

One more mistake, and I might actually die.

So, reluctantly, she began the rites.

“Do… Do you, bride and groom, promise to cherish and love each other through sickness and sorrow, through all hardships…?”

She recited the words mechanically, but a bitter laugh nearly escaped.

As if.

Even succubi, who weren’t picky about males, mostly drew the line at goblins.

What woman could tolerate that oily, greasy creature?

Even she, a succubus, was repulsed—what must an elf feel?

A quick glance at Erwin revealed her lips, nose, and pupils all trembling unnaturally.

The elf, who had never once spoken or shown emotion since arriving at the Demon King’s Castle, was visibly shaken.

Could anything be worse for an elf?

Given the choice, she’d pick gang rape over this.

No matter how much her body suffered, accepting that wretched creature as her husband defiled her very soul.

A wedding not of love, but of loathing—between the noblest race and the lowliest.

“Krgk! Krk-glk!”

The goblin replied—if it could even be called speech.

“Hey, Erwin? Your hubby’s waiting. Aren’t you gonna answer?”

Arina poked Erwin’s back, but she refused to react.

Do whatever you want—kill me if you must.

Her clenched jaw screamed defiance.

“Sigh.”

Arina sighed, adjusted Erwin’s posture, then hid behind her.

“Yes. I, Erwin, vow to accept Gob as my husband… to love him all my life.”

A pathetic attempt at mimicking Erwin’s voice.

She then shook the elf’s limp hand in mock celebration before stepping back out.

“Congrats, Gob. You’re probably the first—and last—goblin to wed an elf. Bet you’re happy with such a pretty bride?”

“Krk-glk! Krgk! Krk!”

“Hehe~ I’m happy for you! Seeing you happy makes me happy!”

This bitch…

Lirit swallowed her curses at the farce unfolding before her.

She knew Arina hated the Hero Party, but this was extreme.

She’s absolutely insane.

Resolving to never cross paths again after this, Lirit forced out the final rite.

“Th-Then… the s-seal of vows… urgh… with a k-kiss…”

Gagging, she turned away, covering her ears.

But Erwin, helpless to move, could only shake her head weakly as the goblin’s grotesque face loomed closer.

Her futile resistance was easily crushed as its tongue invaded her mouth.

“Mmn! Mmmph!”

Disproportionately long for its small body, the slimy appendage filled Erwin’s mouth, delving deep.

It coiled around her tongue, sucking greedily, then thrust past her teeth—probing her throat before retreating, leaving every inch coated in filth.

The stench of garbage and decay painted her once-noble mouth.

“Hrk! Gag! Blech!”

She dry-heaved, bile rising—but Arina had expected screams for mercy by now.

Yet Erwin’s will held firm.

Saliva dripped, tears flowed—but she kept her lips sealed, staring straight ahead.

“Heh. Tougher than I thought. Fun enough… Maybe we should skip right to consummation.”

Erwin’s eyes widened—pure terror flashing in them.

Rustle.

Pulling down Erwin’s panties, Arina spread the wedding dress’s skirt and presented her exposed slit to the goblin.

“Here, Gob~ Right here. Fill your bride’s womb with your manly milk~”

“Krk! Krk!”

Unlike the orcs and trolls before, the goblin immediately rutted, slamming its cock inside.

“Ngk! Gurk! Hrk!”

“Hmm. Reaction’s weaker than expected…”

Then, as if remembering something, Arina placed a hand on Erwin’s lower belly—where the goblin’s cock pistoned in and out.

“Here—I’ll give you back feeling in your pussy and womb. Sex is important, right? Important enough to betray your old comrades for~”

As sensation flooded back, Erwin’s breath hitched—her voice breaking as the dick speared her cervix.

“Nnh! O-Ohh… Haaah—”

“Heh~ I kinda get it now, Erwin. I learned the pleasures of being a woman too… letting the Demon King fuck me dumb.”

“Haa… Hnng! Hah—!”

“So I’m not all cruel. I won’t rob you of the greatest joy a woman can feel.”

Erwin refused to react further.

She wouldn’t give Arina the satisfaction.

But—

“Haaaahn! Ahn!”

Her mind was strong—but her defenseless body wasn’t.

“Looks like you’re adjusting. You’ll make a good wife for Gob soon~”

“Like… Hell!”

“Krk!”

“Hyaaan~!”

Terror at adapting to the goblin’s cock made her lash out—but the deep rutting crushed her resistance.

From then on, Erwin surrendered—gone silent.

Forced to endure, motionless, as the goblin claimed her.

Splurt!

She felt it—the green creature’s cum flooding her womb.

“A shame… I wanted to see you beg me at least once.”

With that, Arina left the chapel.

Plink.

A single tear formed in Erwin’s lifeless eyes before falling.

She had denied Arina the reaction she wanted—but all that remained was her womb, packed full of goblin seed.

Alone in the hollow church with her “husband,” Erwin’s vacant eyes shed tiny tears as he mounted her again.

Only debased sounds echoed now—the goblin taking his elf wife, the splatter of cum, their mingled moans.

But amidst it all—was it just imagination?

Ahahaha… Hahahaha!

The faint sound of a witch’s laughter.