Chapter 123: Ego Axe Bunny (7)

Chapter 123: Ego Axe Bunny
(7)

At
the tavern of Diana’s inn, at a corner table, tucked away from the
noisy center table, Zirnier, with a long flask clutched in her arms,
sits at the table and talks boisterously.

“I’m
actually quite happy, the world looks so beautiful right now. I just
knew it when I put the final hammer to that axe. Ah, yes. I took a
decisive step toward my dreams today—Hmph.”

It
feels good.

Today,
Zirnier was more emotional than usual.

“I’ve
only slept one day in a month. I haven’t slept or eaten in a month,
and I’ve been hammering every day, and I love it. I can’t think of a
time in my life when I’ve had so much fun. To make a rough, savage,
oversized axe out of this stuff.”

She
chuckles at the end of each sentence, and gulps down a bottle of
strong dwarven brew as she speaks.

“Uuuuu⋯”

Often
lying on the table as if drunk.

Her
tanned breasts, wrapped in bandages, pressed firmly against the
table.

“Thank
you, Balkan. It’s all thanks to you.”

“No.
I’m the one who got the weapon, and it’s actually for my benefit.”

“Hm.
So we have a mutually beneficial business relationship?”

“What,
is it?”

“Hmph.”

Zirnier
smiled and held out her drink to me.

It
was still lying on the table, so I tipped it halfway.

“My
dear. I wish you well in the future, always, constantly, together,
always, every day.”

I
was used to Zirnier’s erratic drinking behavior, so I just matched
her and raised my glass to the bottle.

“I,
for one, wish you well. Boss.”

“Hmph.”

“Hmph.”

The
glass filled to the brink of overflowing.

“To
our glorious business!”

“To
you!”

Laughing
out loud, Zirnier raised her bottle and I raised mine.

As
we sat and drank, neither of us showed our bare faces.

Honestly,
I wondered if I could show her my bare face.

‘She’s
often touched my face as an excuse to resize my helmet.’

I’ve
been given a weapon like this, so I think I’ve built up some trust.

‘But
still, it wouldn’t feel right for only me to show mine first.’

I
wasn’t the only one covering my face.

Zirnier
was also wearing a mask, hiding her face tightly.

“Balkan.”

Diana,
who had been watching me and Zirnier from afar with an uneasy look on
her face, came to the table.

I
had already explained the situation, so there was no need for
misunderstanding.

“⋯You
don’t have to cater to her. I’m
sure you’ve been busy preparing for the labyrinth expedition, so get
some rest. It’s late at night.”

“Shut
up, Auntie, our Balkan drinking with me!”

Zirnier,
who was drunkenly shouting at Diana, suddenly lost it and passed out.

I
managed to witness the next few moments in a blur.

Diana
aimed for Zirnier’s throat, and Zirnier reacted precariously but was
unable to dodge.

Cleanly
retired with a single strike.

Zirnier
collapsed onto the table, the bottle still clutched tightly to her
inner thigh.

“Poor
kid, still a terrible sleeper.”

Diana
smirked through her beautifully lined eyelashes and pulled Zirnier
away from the table.

“I’ll
clean up, you go upstairs and get some rest.”

“It’s
okay. There are still a lot of guests, so I’ll take care of it for
you.”

“Um…”

A
troubled-looking Diana looked out at the bustling inn.

“Come
on. Ellie. Look! The ideal angle of launch for breast milk is⋯”

“Heeeeeeek⋯!”

Ellie
was helping out at the tavern, serving menus, when she was captured
by Jubeel, the cowgirl, and forced to listen to a strange lecture.

How
to grow breasts, how to shoot milk away, how to make sweet milk come
out, how to develop mammary glands, how to make females climax with
nipples⋯

Her
eyes, which had been filled with thoughts of fleeing in terror, were
now filled with a strange interest.

I
glanced at Ellie, who had started listening to Jubeel’s lecture with
Diana.

I
don’t want Ellie to develop strange tastes.

Apparently,
Diana was thinking the same thing.

“I’m
sorry, then, but can you take her home?”

“Sure.”

I
walked out of the inn with a sagging Zirnier on my back.

“Awww,
a woman should know at least one way to make a male happy with her
breast milk- Awww, I’m sorry, master!”

I
pretended not to hear Jubeel’s screams behind me.

It
was a quiet night.

The
sounds of people talking and the heat of the drinking festivities
gradually faded as we moved further away from the inn.

It
was late, and the weapon shop line of stores had long since closed.

Only
the moonlight illuminated the deserted streets.

No
one was coming or going, and it was too quiet.

“Come
out. On good terms.”

The
blurred footsteps that followed us seemed even more alien.

“Hmph.
I have a good feeling.”

With
a small chuckle, a figure in white armor emerged from behind.

The
familiar shape of the armor and the familiar hoarse voice.

[Seton
■■Wald
LV.7■]

“⋯I
beg your pardon, I didn’t realize you were a Knight.”

The
figure behind us was none other than the grandmother of the royal
knights.

‘I
thought you’d be a beggar or a worker.’

Even
with my awareness activated, I was still a little fuzzy.

The
Knight matriarch didn’t show any signs of hostility, despite her
cautious approach.

“Hmm?
Did I tell you my affiliation?”

She
merely expressed a small curiosity.

“⋯I
saw you talking to Ms. Diana earlier.”

“Ah.
So you heard that back then. Hehe. That troublemaker even told you
something like that… I guess you’re closer than I thought. Is it
because you’re my son-in-law? Hehe.”

Technically,
I was more of a husband-wannabe than a son-in-law, but it wasn’t
something I wanted to say in front of someone I barely knew.

“What
brings you after us?”

“Rest
assured. I’m not here to threaten you. I have a favor to ask of the
one lying on your back.”

It
seems the Knight objective was not me, but Zirnier.

Though
there’s no particular reason for the Knight to be interested in me.

My
name has only recently been spreading amongst the explorers, but
that’s hardly the sort of thing a Templar would be interested in.

-Kewuk.

As
she thought of that, her tanned breasts twitched as they pressed
against my back.

“Ah.
Are you awake?”

Zirnier
shook her head and turned to face the captain of the Royal Knights.

Upon
seeing Zirnier, the Royal Knight immediately bowed.

“I
came to pick you up.”

“Oh.”

Zirnier
was about to spit an insult in the Knight’s face, but managed to keep
her mouth shut.

“⋯Whoa.
It’s a pain in the ass to go all the way to the royal inner castle.”

“Haha.
Please do this. Only you, Zirnier, can repair her armor.”

The
Knight bowed her head, and Zirnier scratched the back of her head as
if it didn’t matter.

“Well,
since the important work is over now… Bring the carriage to the
front of the weapon shop tomorrow. I’ll ride there on my own.”

“Thank
you. I’ll send ten servants.”

“Forget
it, I’m not bothered.”

“Yes,
then. ⋯Again,
please come to
the royal palace.”

“⋯⋯”

Having
said her piece, the Royal Knight whisked away again, slipping
mysteriously out of my perception.

I
turned my head slightly to look at Zirnier, who was still cradled
against my back.

“What
was that, just now?”

Zirnier
groaned slightly as she looked at me.

It
was a nuance, as if she was asking if she could tell me this.

“⋯What.
I guess it’s okay to tell you.”

But
it didn’t take long for Zirnier to speak up, as if she’d reached a
compromise in his mind.

“Our
second princess is so stubborn that she can’t go outside, so I
often go to repair her armor.”

“…She’s
a princess, but is she a loser?”

“Ugh.
She used to be really dependable, but now…she won’t come out of
the corner of the room.”

A
nerdy princess is quite a unique person.

However,
she was far from the second princess I heard about.

“I
went to the academy graduation ceremony not long ago, and the Second
Princess was at the banquet.”

When
I heard that she was in the ballroom, I thought of a superstar who
drove people around.

“Huh?
Really? Did you see her?”

“Oh,
I didn’t see her, I just heard that she came.”

There
was a lot going on, but I never got to see her in person.

Because
while everyone was buzzing about the appearance of the 2nd Princess,
I was having a strange encounter with a girl named Celia.

After
that, I was busy networking.

Claudia’s
top brass and the second daughter of the Marquis of Rohardt, the
House of Swords, were the biggest fish to fry.

“But
I don’t think she’s the kind of person to go on her own. Did she
put a substitute in the armor? Hmm.”

From
the nuances of her speech, it seemed she had the ability to control
the armor from a distance.

I
can’t believe she can do that from her room.

I
realized that this was a woman of high rank, and her abilities were
both amazing and mysterious.

By
the way, I didn’t expect Zirnier to be so close to someone as high as
a princess.

‘She’s
higher up than I thought.’

Just
because a princess entrusts her with the repair of her armor doesn’t
mean that the head of the Royal Knights is going to pay the
blacksmith any respect.

I
shook my head, my mind racing with thoughts.

“By
the way, aren’t you coming down?”

“⋯⋯”

Zirnier
fell silent as I asked her why she hadn’t gotten off my back since
she’d been up for a while.

“Well,
I’m still hungover.”

“⋯⋯”

A
normal human would have drank enough to get past the hangover and
into the next day, but Zirnier was a half-dwarf.

She
doesn’t get drunk just because she emptied ten flasks.

Which
means right now she just wants to cuddle up with me and go home in
peace.

‘⋯I’ll
do what you ask.’

It
wasn’t just Bunny, it was the helmet and the leather armor.

I
could afford to do this.

‘Honestly,
it’s a benefit.’

-Kewuk.

The
tan bandaged breasts pressing against my back and the firm tanned
thighs in my hands were a sight to behold.

Each
time Zirnier fell, she bounced up and down to regain her posture, and
the soft touch of her breasts and thighs mercilessly pummeled my
hands and back.

“Hold
on tight so I don’t fall.”

“⋯hhhhh.”

Feeling
arms around my neck and a small giggle, I stumbled back to Zirnier’s
workshop.

***

“I’ll
be off then.”

“Mm-hmm.
Thank you.”

Zirnier
carefully saw off the Balkan who had escorted her to the underground
workshop.

-Kirik.
Kirik.

The
trio of mechanical arms waved at him and Balkan waved back with a
smirk.

Zirnier
watched him leave the underground workshop for a moment, then flopped
down on the workshop table.

“Hah.”

A
sweet sigh escaped her lips.

Her
breasts, pressed and rubbed against Balkan, burned hotly.

Her
thighs still bore the marks of his hands and seeing the marks made
her heart burn even more.

She
couldn’t calm down.

Perhaps
it was the alcohol.

More
complicated, hotter emotions than when she realized the secret of her
birth were stirring uncontrollably in her chest.

Come
to think of it, she’d been hammering away for the past month and
hadn’t been able to get her libido going.

Then
something clicked in Zirnier’s mind.

Yes.
Sex drive.

This
is an emotion that is caused by not being able to release it.

Zirnier
got up from the table, grabbed the bottle that No. 1 had brought her,
and headed back to the workshop.

It
was her private space for eating, sleeping, resting, and leisure.

In
the center of the room was a marble statue.

Zirnier
sipped her drink and sat down at a table in front of the marble
statue.

She
gazed at the statue she had hand-carved.

It
was so tall that he had to look up.

Thick,
massive muscles, ideally positioned, as if made by the gods.

The
massive lower half, in particular, was the result of Zirnier pushing
her imagination and dexterity to the limit.

It
was the ultimate embodiment of physical beauty, but even with all
that, it pales in comparison to the face sculpture on top.

It
was the face of Balkan she had touched, felt, and imagined with her
own hands.

Surely,
this was not it.

It
wasn’t that the sculpture was too perfect, but rather that Zirnier’s
skill was lacking.

Even
with her mastery of sculpture, she was unable to capture Balkan’s
face.

Emptying
his flask one after another, Zirnier stared blankly at the Balkan
statue.

-Kirik.
Kirik.

No.
2 brought a beaker of Balkan saliva, aged for a month.

At
the bottom of the beaker was some saliva that had not yet evaporated.

Gingerly,
Zirnier dipped her finger into the bottom of the beaker.

The
concentrated and aged Balkan saliva was thick.

-Phew.

Gingerly,
she put her finger in her mouth and sucked on the side, and it felt
like she was kissing Balkan.

-Veh-eh.

The
finger slipped out of her mouth, sticky with her own and Balkan’s
saliva.

Gingerly,
Zirnier unwrapped the bandages and slipped off her suspenders,
leaving her naked.

Dipping
her finger into the beaker once more, she began to flick her clit
with a finger coated in Balkan’s aged saliva.

“Wheww⋯”

A
sweet moan escaped her mouth.

It
was as if Balkan was insistently caressing her precious spot with his
tongue.

“Balkan,
huh, huh, huh, huh!”

She
glanced up to see Balkan statue staring down at her with a cold gaze.

Zirnier
spread her legs into an M-shape and slapped her clit right in front
of Balkan’s face.

“Heehee!”

She
stared down at her precious spot.

She’s
masturbating naked in front of him and her mind went white with the
rush of pleasure.

Beyond
the hard, cold marble, she imagined his body, equally hard, but
warmer.

Zirnier’s
fingers began to move more feverishly.