Ch.105Black Dragon and Explosive Dragon – 6

As the blue color bloomed in eternity, the executed swordsmanship drew a single path. Mahvat seemed to notice that the sword tip was aimed precisely at his reverse scale and hastily attempted a defensive maneuver, but it was already too late.

I don’t mean to blame his judgment. Even the Chairman doesn’t know the location of Mahvat’s reverse scale, so how could he have dared to expect that a human he met for the first time today would know its location?

Even if there was a hero by his side.

But the fact that it was a wrong judgment remained unchanged, and the time had come to pay the price for his misjudgment. The tip of Eternity’s sword dug into the dragon’s inherent weakness—the single scale among tens of thousands that was embedded backward.

—Crack!

Golden light burst from within the scale. The dragon heart, which supposedly rendered both hero’s and demon lord’s attacks useless, failed to prevent an explosion targeting itself.

—Kyaaaaaaaaaah!

Mahvat roared. It was a resonance that felt like it could burst eardrums with sound alone. Enduring the sudden deafness in my ears, I thrust Eternity deeper. The blade poured mana into his body.

Tens of thousands of scales misaligned with each other, and that was the end. Mahvat fell silent. I confirmed his limp forelegs, withdrew my sword, and landed.

The mountain-like massive body seemed to stagger for a moment before slowly collapsing. When his body finally touched the ground, the entire basin shook violently with a deep rumble, raising clouds of dust.

The light that had covered the sky until then only faded after Mahvat fell. Brunhild landed nearby. The sacred radiance that had dwelled in her body gradually weakened.

“Is it over?”

“Seems like it.”

I examined the beast. Judging by the slight twitching of his body, he didn’t have the energy to do anything but was apparently still alive.

Not only was the dragon heart shattered into pieces, but his insides must have been completely torn apart—yet he was still alive, showing disgustingly tenacious vitality. Perhaps I never needed to hold back from the beginning.

“What was that just now? The holy sword shone so brilliantly. Your body even rose into the sky.”

“Oh, that?”

Brunhild smiled shyly.

“It was responding to my desire to save someone. More specifically… to my desire to save you, Mira.”

“Save me?”

“You’ve been terribly injured twice in front of me. Both times were wounds you suffered because I let you fight alone. Even though you’ve recovered, an injury is still an injury. So when I thought about fighting together so you wouldn’t get hurt anymore, it responded.”

So that’s what she was muttering to the holy sword earlier. I stared at Brunhild for a moment, then pretended not to know and asked:

“Right. I noticed golden light seemed to dwell in my sword too. Do you happen to know why?”

“Golden light? Ah, that. Well, that…”

Brunhild, rambling incoherently, blushed. Then she stammered out an answer.

“I… shared my power with a g-good companion so they could purify evil forces. I can trust you completely, can’t I, Mira?”

“Really?”

I deliberately asked back in a meaningful voice.

I know it’s true. I just asked to tease her a bit since she was getting embarrassed and flustered. She would surely answer that it was indeed the case—

“W-what, do you think it’s some kind of power that only works on people I like?! That’s impossible!”

“Huh?”

“…Oh.”

Having blurted out whatever came to mind, Brunhild seemed to have inadvertently made a mistake and fell silent with an expression of sudden realization.

Her face gradually heated up. Not just her cheeks but even her ears turned red, her entire face changing to the color of a radish.

“A-as a friend! I meant sharing my power with someone I like as a friend! Don’t misunderstand! Absolutely! You absolutely must not misunderstand! So… right! Like Aria! You like Aria as a friend too, don’t you? If she had been here, she would have received the same power?!”

She wouldn’t know this, but that Aria also ends up with Brunhild in the original work. It is a yuri romance novel, after all.

After attempting several more excuses, Brunhild seemed to realize that anything she said now would be futile and simply crouched down, burying her head between her knees.

I casually moved to the side. With her posture and clothes, I might have seen her underwear if I had remained standing.

“…Hey, Mira.”

After crouching silently for a while, Brunhild spoke up with difficulty.

“I’m listening.”

“You know, I’ve been wondering for a while. Why do you call Aria by her name but call me Brunhild instead of Leona?”

There was actually a reason for that.

Since Aria was the protagonist of the original work, she was often called by her first name rather than her surname, and naturally, Priscilla, who had experienced the original story hundreds of times, became accustomed to calling her Aria.

Conversely, Brunhild, due to her position as a hero, was mostly called by her surname Brunhild or her full name Leona Brunhild rather than just her first name. The same was true for Priscilla, who hadn’t become as close to her as she had with Aria.

Most of what I know about the original story was told to me by Priscilla, so I naturally followed the terms she used.

“Should I call you by your first name then?”

“No, well. I’m not necessarily asking for that. It feels like I’m forcing you, which isn’t my intention at all. So if you’re comfortable with it, that’s fine, and if you’re not, that’s fine too. But I’m really not trying to force anything…”

Brunhild, who had been rattling off words like a machine gun, suddenly closed her mouth. Then she slowly nodded.

“…Yes.”

“Alright, Leona.”

Flinch. Her body trembled slightly. Since she still didn’t seem inclined to raise her head, I turned my attention back to Mahvat. The beast was still stubbornly clinging to life.

‘Should I call the Chairman now?’

Having used top-tier healing magic, my wounds would have healed perfectly, and if he heard that he could kill Mahvat with his own hands, he would crawl here even if he had to. I should call him before Mahvat dies for a more perfect revenge.

“Um, Mira!”

Just as I was taking out a magical communication device to make contact, Leona stood up. Her golden eyes, which always shone beautifully, were spinning around in confusion.

“I forgot to tell you something…! There’s someone who wants to talk to you!”

“With me? Who?”

She thrust out the holy sword.

“The Goddess.”

“Come on, eat it quickly. Before I pull out all your teeth and force it down your throat.”

“Ugh, ah…”

The man lying face down on the floor trembled as he drank the potion.

“Gah, aaaaargh?!”

The reaction was immediate. His limbs twisted grotesquely. His lower body melted away, while his upper body hardened like a plaster statue. The agony the man must have felt remained etched on his hardened face.

Looking at this sight, Circe, the Second Legion Commander of the Demon Lord’s army, clicked her tongue.

“Tsk. Another failure.”

Circe snapped her fingers, and the man—still alive despite being partially melted and hardened—floated up and dropped into the center of the prison where experimental subjects were kept.

The test subjects imprisoned there rushed to devour what was once their comrade, now a mixture of slime and plaster fragments. It was an unspeakably cruel scene, but Circe didn’t even spare it a glance.

“Yaaawn… Should I look for another poison? There’s no progress at all.”

Stretching with a long motion, Circe’s outfit—essentially equivalent to a naked apron worn by humans—revealed her bare skin and voluptuous figure everywhere.

Considering that ordinary demons lived in an environment where even a single drop of deadly poison splashing on bare skin meant cutting out that part to barely survive, wearing such clothes was itself a symbol of strength.

“71st experiment… failure. The cause of failure is… hmm… ah, whatever! Who cares!”

After finishing her brief feedback and about to start the 72nd experiment, Circe heard someone entering her workshop. Since the defensive magic hadn’t activated, it had to be one of the Legion Commanders.

But even for a Legion Commander, freely entering this place—Circe’s workshop—wasn’t permitted. Circe gripped her staff and turned around with irritation.

“Didn’t I say not to come in when I’m experimenting unless it’s related to the Demon Lord? I even put a sign on the door, right? Which bastard is walking around with eyes just for decoration…?”

Circe froze mid-sentence.

It was because Astaroth, who was known to have betrayed the Demon Lord and fled to the human world, was standing there.

“You’re insane? You psychotic bitch. How dare you crawl in here so brazenly, thinking it’s safe?”

Profanity immediately spewed from her pretty lips.

Because of that woman, all the Legion Commanders had been reprimanded by the Demon Lord, and even now, the entire succubus clan was imprisoned in underground dungeons, awaiting either death or degradation into sex slaves.

Honestly, Circe couldn’t care less about what happened to succubi, but she couldn’t let the reprimand from the Demon Lord slide.

“And what’s with your hair and eyes? Have you lost your mind?”

But that wasn’t the only reason for Circe’s surprise. It was also because Astaroth’s distinctive pink hair and eyes had turned completely black.

Moreover, her demeanor had changed considerably. The characteristic flirtatious attitude that would start hitting on anyone, regardless of gender, was nowhere to be seen, replaced by an overall subdued impression.

“Never mind. I’ll find out later. Anyway, good timing. If I bring you in alive, the Demon Lord will reward me. So don’t resist and let yourself be captured, okay?”

Circe raised her staff. The entire workshop where the two stood began to transform into a single trap and barrier. Within the constantly changing workshop, Astaroth laughed coldly.

“Me, a traitor? What nonsense. The real traitor is the Demon Lord.”

“Yes, yes. Save your nonsense for after you’re captured. Now—mmph?!”

Just as she was about to finish her incantation, Circe’s mouth was covered. Astaroth had approached at a speed invisible to the eye and covered her mouth with her hand. As the incantation was interrupted, the workshop also quieted down.

Circe was shocked. A speed that even a fellow Legion Commander couldn’t perceive?

“The essence extracted from women tastes disgustingly bland, but let’s see if a Legion Commander-level one tastes similar.”

Astaroth, who had firmly bound Circe with her wings and tail, kissed her directly. Her tongue slipped between Circe’s lips, invading deeper to intertwine with Circe’s tongue.

“Mmph! Mmph!”

A terrible sensation was felt inside her mouth. The feeling of tongues intertwining between women, the sensation of saliva mixing, and even the feeling of every corner of her mouth being tasted by a tongue.

Circe struggled to escape these horrifying sensations, but the tail and wings restraining her body didn’t loosen at all. Instead, they only tightened more.

“Nngh?!”

The tongue finally passed her uvula and entered deep into her throat. Circe’s eyes bulged. She felt the urge to gag. The impossibly elongated tongue tasted her throat and pushed even deeper.

When the tongue jabbed her stomach, lightning struck Circe’s head. But the tongue didn’t stop there. It probed around her stomach as if trying to taste every part, then invaded her intestines.

“Urgh… kuhk…”

Experiencing sensations she had never felt in her life, Circe could only roll her eyes back and emit grotesque moans. Her body no longer struggled. It only twitched intermittently whenever her internal organs were pierced.

Astaroth moved toward the bed while maintaining the kiss with Circe. She laid Circe down first, then pressed down on top of her, continuing what she was doing. Her tongue descended deeper and deeper.

“—!!!!!!”

Soon, the tip of the tongue emerged from another hole below. Confirming the cooled tip of her tongue, Astaroth bit it off with her front teeth, severed it, and raised her upper body.

Circe’s eyes had long since rolled back, and the tongue protruding from her mouth and between her legs writhed like tentacles. Intense squirming could be felt inside the abdomen where Astaroth sat.

“Tastes bad. Like garbage.”

Astaroth delivered this cruel assessment and got off Circe’s body. The body continued to twitch, and unsightly moans flowed endlessly from her mouth.

“But that’s okay. You too will receive grace and be reborn… And when you wake up, you will serve me, the true Demon Lord.”

Not the current false Demon Lord who betrayed demonkind and sided with humans.