Ch.224Our battle begins now…!

# Chapter 224: Our Battle Begins Now…!

The next day.

The day after that.

And after yet another day passed.

On the morning of my fifth day since entering the Imperial Palace.

-Tweet! Tweet! Tweet!

‘Oh.’

Through the window of my private chamber, brilliant sunlight poured into the room.

The sound of small birds singing as they fluttered their wings outside.

And as I struggled to keep my heavy eyelids from closing, my increasingly blurry vision showed…

[Emergency Quest: V2, P1]

[Face two leaders and survive until they are satisfied.]

[Reward: Fatigue Recovery, +100 Goodwill from each leader, Slight increase in probability of positive events]

[Quest Complete, rewards have been automatically calculated]

A quest completion window that flickered briefly before gradually disappearing as soon as I acknowledged it.

“My, how enthusiastically they drained you, even though our Minister isn’t exactly a small fry.”

“Mmm…”

“The thing is… as time passed, they only seemed to get more energetic…”

The leader of the galaxy’s strongest military dictatorship.

Supreme Commander Jad Samiya Halabi’dus.

And beside her.

The leader of the galaxy’s largest diplomatic superpower on the verge of achieving galactic hegemony.

Emperor Artraia Beliard Penash Khan Seveli.

These two women, second to none in terms of galactic power, were kneeling before me wearing only t-shirts so thin they were practically see-through.

They were being scolded by Riel—a truly bizarre scene unfolding in real time.

However, despite their wrinkled expressions as they were being reprimanded.

A single thin t-shirt was woefully inadequate to conceal their sensual and violently attractive figures.

Smooth, flawless bluish skin.

Samiya, who apart from her snow-white hime-cut hair and purple eyes, looked no different from humans in my previous life.

Her violent bosom stretched her t-shirt to the point it seemed ready to tear at any moment.

Similarly, Artraia with her flawless skin, crown-like horns near her head, and a thick tail swaying near her hips.

These truly were the most beautiful women in the universe, kneeling before me with pitiful expressions…

Yet I, the one before them, felt as though I had discovered the answer to the ultimate question of life, the universe, and everything.

‘Goodbye, little buddy, I think this is the end.’

‘Oh…’

Despite hearing hallucinations that my precious lower half—dear to any man—was departing to find a new life.

I was in such a state of complete exhaustion that I could barely move a finger.

Despite having the universe’s most beautiful women before me, I could only breathe with difficulty while watching Riel scold the two women.

“Oh, you’re awake, Minister?”

“Riel… what exactly… happened here…?”

“I’ll tell you right away.”

To summarize what Riel explained next:

After three days passed with neither Arto, Artraia, nor Samiya emerging from seclusion.

Riel came to suggest that it was time to stop and resume normal activities.

When Riel cautiously opened the door to my private chamber, what met her eyes was me, completely emaciated with skin clinging to bone.

And above me, the two witches mercilessly rocking their hips in wild abandon.

“No matter how you look at it, being squeezed dry for five days and nights by the two of them taking turns—how could our Minister possibly endure that!”

With that shout, Riel had successfully rescued me from my life-threatening situation.

Naturally, upon hearing this, I understood why my body was in a near-death state.

I could only nod at Riel’s words, confirming the truth of her statement.

“So that’s what happened.”

“That’s right, and the two of them managed to quickly handle enough official business and meetings yesterday.”

Fortunately, unlike certain idiots, these two women had enough sense to grasp the situation.

But why was I still in such pain?

Especially since the quest reward should have recovered my fatigue.

Of course, that question was naturally answered a few seconds later.

“But after finishing their official duties yesterday, they came back and devoured you again.”

“…No wonder I’m in pain.”

The problem was that if I could see their status screens, they would surely have the “Nymphomaniac” trait and then some, given what they had done.

As a result.

I was now sitting in a state-of-the-art electric wheelchair, skin clinging to bone like a skeleton, receiving an IV drip.

And beside me, Riel was scolding those two while wearing a nurse uniform she had obtained from somewhere, holding an enormous syringe.

Of course, now that I had regained consciousness, Riel no longer had reason to scold them.

She put down the large syringe she had been holding like a guard weapon and naturally moved behind my wheelchair.

…For some reason, she didn’t change out of the nurse uniform.

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Although a rather complicated and delicate situation had intervened.

The reason for my entry into the Imperial Palace was certainly not to be used as a living toy for two beautiful women.

Perhaps thanks to the nanomachines, IV fluids, and various nutrients and medicinal concoctions in the mysterious stimpacks I received.

As the conversation progressed, I could feel my skeletal body filling out in real time.

‘Future medical technology is amazing…!’

But separate from that feeling.

“Considering the upcoming political situation, this foreign tour will serve as sufficient warning to those who follow the ‘fake’ Supreme Commander.”

“That’s a good approach, but didn’t you say your people have something called a mental domination wave?”

“When we went to seize control of the capital, that equipment had already been destroyed.”

As I listened to Artraia and Samiya naturally moving from kneeling to sitting on the sofa while conversing.

I used pause appropriately to catch every detail of their conversation.

And as I continued listening, I realized something.

‘Samiya, could she have chosen the same approach I was thinking of?’

Using a foreign tour as a pretext for ‘gathering allies’… which was itself a cover for intimidating the main forces gathered in the east.

Seeing her discuss this with Artraia, I decided it was time to point something out.

“Wait… I hate to say this, but if Samiya proceeds with that plan… it won’t go as expected.”

“What do you mean, Arto?”

Our forms of address had naturally changed during the extraction process, but none of us were the type to care about such things.

“Riel, I think I’ll need your help.”

“Yes.”

I began discussing various matters with our all-purpose robot, Riel.

Although in this process, I was troubled by whether I should mention that being whom everyone only knew as the ‘fake’ Fern’dus.

Whose true identity was known only to Riel and myself.

That is, the Former Emperor—should I tell them about him?

‘I haven’t even told Artraia yet, is it really okay to say it?’

Suddenly afflicted with decision paralysis, I hesitated without even using pause, showing a moment of genuine awkwardness.

But for someone with such decision paralysis, what’s always needed is the leisure of a pack of cola.

“What on earth is wrong, Arto?”

“Yes, why are you suddenly acting like this?”

“Oh that, it’s because the fake Fern’dus is actually the dead Former Emperor of the Seveli Empire.”

The fact-bombing of Ricacola who always says what needs to be said came without any warning signs.

After hearing Riel’s words, the faces of Samiya and Artraia showed expressions of extreme bewilderment.

“Wait a minute, Arto, what is this about?”

“P-please explain properly, how is the dead Former Emperor of Seveli pretending to be my father?”

And as the two women grabbed my collar and rushed at me while I was still sitting in the wheelchair.

Behind them, Riel gave me a thumbs up…

I inwardly sighed, decided to calm the two women down first, and begin explaining things calmly.

Of course, in the midst of calming them down and proceeding with the explanation…

-Thwack!

“Ouch!”

I didn’t forget to swing my manners-injection stick at Riel’s head for daring to drop such a fact bomb without consulting me first.