Chapter 59: The chicken rises to the sky. The saintess laughs.
by fnovelpia
I called for the harpy, and after waiting for tens of minutes, the succubus queen kept her focus solely on me, deviating from the original plan.
[“Why don’t you come here already!?”]
“I’ll go if you get rid of those respawning souls up on the ceiling.”
As if she thinks I want to deal with her.
She’s cheating with respawning lives like a coward.
If only I could get to those souls up on the ceiling, that would be perfect.
[“You fallen saint! Die!”]
“Ahh, go ahead, try and kill me~ Cheonma!”
“Cheonma! Slash!”
[“Aaaaargh!”]
The succubus queen’s head was sliced off.
She’s more persistent than I expected.
It seems she was really bitter about me smashing her skull, judging by how desperately she was coming after me.
She’ll probably get back up soon.
Because of those respawning souls on the ceiling, it’s an automatic respawn field over there.
Come to think of it, I’m getting really pissed now.
Succubus, huh?
I glanced at the succubus wiping sweat seductively nearby.
Everything she does just screams typical succubus behavior.
This saint is angry.
“Hey, why don’t you at least try talking? You’re comrades, so maybe you could stall for some time?”
Blood is thicker than water, after all.
Even in a faraway place like this, a succubus meeting a succubus is still something.
The only difference is one word, and a succubus is pretty much a nightmare in itself.
If the succubus had used some emotional manipulation, we could have stalled for a bit.
“Talking? She was already swinging a scythe at me. Like talking would even matter. And none of this would’ve happened if you hadn’t gone and cracked her skull right away.”
Well, there’s that.
Who knew it would turn out like this?
“At least try blocking her or acting as a meat shield. Ugh.”
Boom!
The succubus queen, who had died countless times by now, resurrected again, this time wielding an even larger scythe.
Every swing brought down buildings.
“Me? Be a meat shield against that?”
“That’s how life is.”
And at that moment, the harpy arrived.
“Chicken’s here! Who ordered?”
What is this?
Finally, salvation!
Our chicken!
“Yes, you’re here! Finally, you made it!”
“Eek! What the hell is that? What are you guys doing?”
What does she mean, what are we doing?
Isn’t it obvious?
“As you can see, we’re in the middle of a fight.”
“Who the hell orders chicken in the middle of a fight!?”
Who orders chicken?
Right here, obviously.
“Us?”
“Wait. What about the chicken payment?”
The payment?
I’d pay double or triple.
Heck, I’d pay for a hundred chickens if needed.
Just raiding those souls up on the ceiling will get us so many magic stones.
“I’ll pay whatever it costs, just put the chicken down and fly me up to the sky.”
“What? What are you even saying?”
Rumble!
The succubus queen, who had been struck by the Cheonma’s slash, got back up.
Her respawn is quick, as always.
I need to fly up before she notices me again.
“Don’t ask, just hurry!”
“Damn it! Fine! How far?”
I pointed to the ceiling.
“Up to that ceiling.”
I plan to fly high into the sky, smash those souls’ heads, and be done with it.
The harpy’s face twisted in disbelief.
She looked at me like I was spouting nonsense, but I quickly grabbed onto her.
“Hey, what do you mean, ‘ceiling’? It’s the sky!”
“It’s a ceiling! Look closely, they’re all ghosts!”
“What? What the hell are you even talking about?”
Seeing her stare blankly at the sky, it seemed like the harpy finally saw it.
“Quick, before I turn you into chicken soup!”
“Ah, fine, stop yelling!”
Once I threatened to pluck her feathers, the harpy finally complied, acting like a docile pigeon.
Having had previous experience as a postman, the harpy carried me high up into the air.
Swoosh.
Alright, this isn’t bad.
“Look, can you see them? If you look closely, they all have eyes.”
“W-what the hell is that?”
Even though she had been a mail carrier in this world, the harpy was terrified.
“They’re all ghosts. To be specific, undead versions of succubi.”
“What? I can’t understand a word you’re saying.”
She can’t even comprehend this?
Explaining it is a pain.
I just want to land a Holy Crash on them already.
“You should know this, being a harpy. In the hero’s world, harpies are practically as close to succubi as you can get!”
“Wait, what are you trying to do?”
What else?
It’s simple.
We’ve flown high enough.
Now I can jump and land a Holy Crash right on that ceiling.
Standing proudly on the harpy’s back, I prepared myself.
“Hey! Wait! How heavy is that mace? Don’t press it into my back!”
“Why are you so weak?”
Jeez, so weak.
How do you even manage chicken deliveries like this?
At this rate, she might break her back, so I jumped with all my strength.
“Aaagh!”
“Holy Crash!”
KABOOOOM!
“Kyaaaaa!”
The harpy screamed, and the blue ghosts on the ceiling were swept away by the massive light.
Who knows how many were taken out by that single blast?
The ceiling turned into a scene of hell in an instant.
The blue ghosts screamed as they tried to escape, only to be caught by the light.
“Wow, look at that! They were wiped out!”
The area they were cleared from turned black.
The ceiling returned to its original dark and dreary state.
“Hey, what the hell did you just do?”
“Hold on tight. We’re going for round two!”
Alright, here we go again!
“Wait, at least give me a heads up or something!”
“Women are all about action, not words.”
This is the confidence of a priestess from the Church of Kanora.
“No, that’s not how it works! I’m telling you, stop!”
I swung the Holy Crash again.
KABOOOOM!
Once again, the massive light swept across the ceiling, and even the harpy staggered from the shockwave.
“Kyaaaaa!”
With the second Holy Crash, the barnacle-like blue ghosts clinging to the ceiling were completely cleared.
And now, I was falling straight down like a rock.
“Why are you so weak for a harpy?”
“Kyaaaaa! Could you survive that explosion!?”
Why can’t she hold up?
“Alright then, just don’t die.”
“Hey! Put the mace down! It’s too heavy!”
I need to swing it one more time—what’s she talking about?
“No way, there’s still one more skull left to crack.”
“One more skull? What are you talking about, skull!?”
The harpy glanced at the ground and trembled.
Well, of course.
Down there stood the gigantic, menacing Succubus Queen, holding her massive scythe.
She was right below us.
[“You damn meddling cat! Enough with the games!”]
She seemed really pissed.
Looking closely, her arms and legs were full of Iron Ball Pockeys.
The Cheonma had skillfully bound her, standing smugly in front of her.
“Such harsh words, insulting my Iron Ball like that.”
[“If you’re just going to stick them in without killing me, of course it’s a joke!”]
“Holding is important in battle.”
[“What?”]
“This time, my role is to hold you down.”
[“What are you—?”]
Nice stalling, Cheonma.
Now, I just need to strike with everything I’ve got.
With all my strength…
BAM!
I slammed down with my mace.
“Great holding, Cheonma!”
“I figured it was better to keep her bound and clear the ceiling first since she keeps reviving.”
It’s all cleared up now.
Magic stones rained down from the sky, and the Succubus Queen won’t last much longer.
[“Gaaaah! I won’t forgive you! You’ll never reach the Demon Lord!”]
She respawned again, but how much longer can she hold on?
“So, how many lives do you have left?”
[“?”]
“Too bad, looks like you’re all out.”
Rrrrraaak
Dragging my mace, I approached the Succubus Queen, now down to her final life.
[“W-wait! Hold on! I’ll release the village women!”]
Begging for her life, huh?
“Where’s the holy relic?”
[“H-holy relic? The relic is in the goddess statue in the village center! Its power is exactly as I said! So, please, spare me!”]
“Pixie, do you know where it is?”
The young girl who had been clinging to the Cheonma’s back thought for a moment before answering carefully.
“Ah, that’s what the holy relic was. Yeah, I know where it is.”
[“I-I’m not lying! It’s true! So, please, I—”]
CRACK!
I smashed her head.
She wasn’t useful, so there was no point in sparing her.
“Is there any reason to keep her alive?”
“Nope.”
And with that, the Succubus Queen was defeated.
Now, only the goddess statue remained.
The statue was in the village center.
It looked oddly familiar.
It also had the power to amplify the effects of the holy relic.
“This is the goddess statue?”
“It seems the statue itself amplifies the effects of the holy relic.”
“So, what do we do? Destroying a goddess statue feels a bit… awkward, doesn’t it?”
–This looks a bit like me, doesn’t it?
Then, could it be a statue of the goddess?
–It’s probably from a time long ago when I was worshipped.
Well, it seems valuable, so we should keep it.
I removed the ring from the statue.
Shwoooosh!
As the immense light swept through the village, the village returned to its original state.
Most of it had been submerged in water, leaving only the ruins of the buildings in a terrible state.
And the magic stones scattered everywhere must have belonged to the succubus wraiths.
“Now, the only thing left is to release the succubus—no, the village women.”
When we arrived at the place where the women were imprisoned, we saw the succubus guards and the women locked inside.
The succubi, realizing things were going badly, tried to escape, but were killed instantly by the Cheonma’s pockeys.
Now, all that was left was to free the women.
[“Please, free us!”]
[“Save us! Please, save us!”]
The pleas for mercy were pitiful.
Even though they were already dead, their cries for salvation were heartbreaking.
“They were succubi earlier, but looking closely, they really are the village women.”
The Cheonma gazed at the women, who were begging to be freed between the bars.
[“Thank you, thank you.”]
[“Thanks to you, we can finally rest in peace.”]
As expected, real women are different.
They hadn’t fully fallen into wraiths.
So, I wonder about the king. Would these women not resent him?
After all, it was the king who decided to submerge the village.
“The king asked us to save you.”
At my words, the ghosts shook their heads.
[“Ah, it’s fine. We don’t hold any grudge against the king. We were already as good as dead back then.”]
[“If we hadn’t died before the succubi could corrupt us, we would’ve turned into creatures who wouldn’t even recognize our own families, driven only by lust.”]
Just before their souls found peace, the village women glared at the succubus.
“Oh, well, that worked out.”
[“Tch.”]
[“Ptooey!”]
The village women clicked their tongues or pretended to spit at the succubus celebrating their release.
Then, they disappeared into the air.
“Why are they clicking their tongues at me?”
“Because you’re a succubus.”
Well, being a succubus, it can’t be helped.
As I said earlier, there’s no way the village women would have a favorable view of their enemy’s race.
We’ve saved the women, so let’s head to the king.
He’ll give us a reward, right?
If not, I’ll just have to crack his skull.
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