Ch.280Alone in the Fortress (2)

Right after hearing those words, a new event message appeared before my eyes.

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<Event>

<‘Pirate Union Defense Fleet’ Command Authority Lost!>

<Details>

<The fleet command authority received from Pirate Empress Marian is automatically revoked from the Commander as the objective has been achieved!>

<The stance of the ‘Pirate Union Defense Fleet’ has been changed to ‘Friendly Neutral’.>

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‘Well, that’s a bummer.’

As soon as I saw it, I felt quite disappointed.

Thanks to temporarily receiving command authority from Marian, I had been able to freely control a mixed fleet of nearly 5,000 ships.

Now that would no longer be possible.

To be precise, it would become impossible a week from now, but whatever.

“So they’re leaving completely in a week?”

“That seems to be the case, doesn’t it? Honestly, it’s not like your self-defense is as pathetic as before, Commander.”

The bearded pirate admiral’s words seemed to subtly scratch at me.

But since he wasn’t wrong, I nodded in agreement.

Of course, it would be much more beneficial for me if they just stayed here.

The reason they came in the first place was because their leader Marian had come to our base.

And because our defense was so pathetic, they came to cover for that.

They came to protect their boss Marian and prevent the biological dealer(?) from dying…

Now that our defense had become solid after taking the Avalon Fortress, there was no reason for them to stay any longer.

Of course, if they had decided this on their own, our Marian would have immediately planted her fist in the bearded pirate’s solar plexus…

“It can’t be helped, he’s one of your main fleets, right?”

“Thanks for understanding, oppa.”

Unfortunately, since Marian had come with the bearded man, I decided to quietly let those people go without complaint.

“Sometimes there are idiots who mistake dispatched fleets for their own, but you’re different, Commander.”

“Oh…”

Of course, it wasn’t because I was intimidated by the bearded uncle who was grinning behind Marian’s back, naturally threatening(?) me.

Anyway, after roughly wrapping up the conversation.

Since they wouldn’t actually be leaving until a week from now, we decided to hold a simple farewell party.

After all, they weren’t from the Xenovia Empire, those space snobs who loved formalities, but rather had the casual disposition of Caribbean-like pirates.

So it was enough to just provide them with plenty of food and drink.

However, at this farewell party, an unexpected incident occurred that neither I, Marian, the pirates, nor even our superhumans could have predicted…

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At the same time Icarus was discussing with the bearded man and Marian about what menu to choose for the farewell ceremony…

“Whoohoohoohoohoo… Hahahahaha, Ahahahahaha!”

“Why is the Professor acting like that?”

“Seems like she’s developed something interesting again.”

Inside the ‘Nest of Life,’ Griyanar emerged from a specially manufactured bio-mechanical hybrid facility…

Covered in slime with her body and hair dripping with viscous fluid, she paid no attention to her messy state.

She was holding up a vial filled with pink liquid that emitted a brilliant pink glow, while continuously bursting into maniacal laughter.

“I’ve finally developed it! A special aphrodisiac that increases sensitivity by 3,000 times!”

“…”

“Oh…”

“Isn’t that something that only exists in manga?”

“Making fiction into reality—that is my greatness!!”

Despite witnessing Griyanar’s maniacal laughter and truly remarkable research achievement.

Perhaps because they had suffered so much under her and had been subjected to various biological experiments “together,” seeing so many strange things.

The researchers of the ‘Nest of Life,’ with their firmly established unique personalities, showed only very bland reactions.

Because of this, Griyanar, who had proudly held up her “3,000 times sensitivity whatever,” quickly lowered her hand with a dejected expression…

But that didn’t last long.

“No, this isn’t the time for that. If I can just make the Commander take this drug, we can all live happy lives!”

“…I see.”

The true purpose of creating the 3,000 times sensitivity whatever.

That is, to make her commander Icarus go into heat, capture him, and then collect his genes to create a one-person-one-commander clone.

Realizing that the moment to achieve this grand purpose was just around the corner, Griyanar, who had been dejected, instantly regained her energy and began to earnestly embark on her sinister and grand plan.

However, if there was one problem that even the intelligent Griyanar had yet to solve regarding this evil and secretive plan…

“So Griyanar, how do you plan to make Commander Icarus take that?”

“Well, I’m really not talented in that area.”

It was truly unfortunate, but the probability of Commander Icarus simply gulping down any medicine given by Griyanar was, sadly, absolutely zero.

Of course, this was due to Griyanar’s own accumulated karma from trying to give him aphrodisiacs claiming they were cold prevention medicine, or giving him living, capturing slime creatures claiming they were heat packs.

Moreover, she couldn’t do anything through “Oxianor” either.

After once playing a prank through Oxianor and getting scolded together, the Commander now had a sense of wariness(?) toward Oxianor when Griyanar was involved.

So using the 3,000 times sensitivity whatever drug she had worked so hard to create was proving quite difficult.

But giving up here would be against her pride as a professor(???).

And as the owner of the highest intelligence in Icarus’s base, her pride simply wouldn’t allow it.

So Griyanar burned with indomitable will, determined to somehow make Icarus take the 3,000 times sensitivity whatever.

And just at that moment…

“Professor? Commander just sent a communication to all personnel of the old base.”

“What is it? Are more trash volunteers coming to be experimental subjects?”

“No, nothing like that… The Pirate Union Defense Fleet will be returning to their main base in a week, so there will be a simple farewell party.”

“Farewell party?”

Thanks to being integrated with the base, Rain, who could pop up anywhere anytime within the ‘old base’ area, brought news of the ‘farewell party.’

Griyanar nodded in understanding.

“A farewell party, so they’ll be drinking alcohol and such, right?”

“I suppose so? Though Commander Icarus won’t be drinking alcohol.”

“But he’ll drink beverages, right? Then we can slip the drug into his drink.”

“…But how do you plan to slip the drug into his drink? The moment we approach to put something in, the Commander will make you drink it instead.”

“…Hmm.”

Even trying to use the farewell party seemed to offer no good method.

Despite racking their brains together, even Griyanar’s soft, bouncy, technicolor genius brain couldn’t come up with a solution.

They were at the point of suggesting a frontal assault to force-feed him the drug.

But that didn’t last long.

“Hey hey, are you all trying to drug that male chauvinist Icarus?”

“Keep quiet if you don’t know, you snob.”

Having escaped from being a biological mount, but now attached to a chimera for physical enhancement, the D-class space snob said:

“A farewell party means food, drink, and entertainment, right? Then you should naturally do it in a playboy style.”

“…Huh?”

“Judging from how the male chauvinist reacted to Laphan mercenary captain’s appearance or Pashtra’s appearance last time.”

“So what are you suggesting?”

“Go in a bunny girl outfit or reverse bunny girl outfit holding drinks to confuse the Commander’s gaze.”

“Oh?”

“Throw away the corset and wear a reverse bunny girl outfit—that’s the key to victory, filled with feminist ideology.”

“Ohhh.”

“Of course, it would be suspicious if he reacted immediately after drinking, right? So it’s best if there’s a slight delay.”

Though the speech pattern was a bit strange.

To summarize, the plan was to ‘dress as reverse bunny girls to distract the Commander and lower his guard, then naturally serve him drinks with the drug already mixed in, like bartenders.’

Despite supposedly undergoing ‘physical enhancement,’ it was questionable why the space snob’s intelligence seemed to have increased.

Anyway, since an excellent plan had emerged, Griyanar decided to temporarily suspend the ‘education in manners through 24-hour orgasm torture’ for the space snob.