Chapter 78

Chapter 78

Investing Through the Status Window.

Episode 78: Chapter 2 (1).

Early dawn.

Natasha, with a backpack slung over, hugged the Count and Countess in turns. The affectionate gaze shared between parent and child lingered for a long while, not knowing how to part easily.

“Natasha. The Viya family will always stand behind you, wherever and whenever. So always stand tall and proud.”

“Yes, Father.”

The Count finally expressed his innermost thoughts calmly.

“…I didn’t hold you back because you so wished to leave, but that doesn’t mean I’m not worried at all. If you ever feel even slightly unwell, don’t hesitate and come back right away. Understand?”

“I understand. …But I’ll be fine now. I know my own body best, after all.”

Natasha deeply bowed to the Count and Countess for one last farewell.

“I will see and learn from the wide world, Father and Mother.”

“Yes, I always believe you will do wonderfully well.”

And after exchanging one last look, Natasha turned and climbed into the carriage. Group Leader Allen, who had been waiting for her beside the carriage, also bowed deeply to the Count. As if to say, ‘Don’t worry’. The Count slowly nodded his head up and down.

‘………So she’s suddenly leaving just like that.’

Though it was natural for grown children to leave, the Count couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Still, when his wife sobbed beside him, the Count consoled her, saying she was their daughter and that she would surely do well as if to tell her not to worry.

Once Group Leader Allen climbed in as well, the carriage started to move with a jolt. Then, the Countess’s crying grew louder. …The carriage quickly left the Count’s estate.

The carriage carrying the mercenary group joined the caravan entrusted with the escort mission at the city’s east gate. They passed through the east gate and, cutting through the gradually dawning morning air, raced powerfully on the dirt road that had become as hard as a stone from frequent use.

Natasha gazed at her hometown, which was slowly receding into the distance, with a wistful look. …But the longing faded away, and a longing and anticipation for a new world filled her small chest.

‘…Father, Mother. Don’t worry. I will become a great swordsman that everyone admires and return with pride. Definitely…!’

She clenched her fist and firmly made that promise to herself, striking her chest with it.

‘With a body that has even overcome the demonic disease. I will overcome all hardships and adversities with mental strength—.’

Group Leader Viola of the Top 10 received numerous reports flooding in from the west. Among them were quite a number of shocking events that were enough to stir the entire continent.

/- The Necromancers’ Riot.

/- The Fall of Hegel.

/- The Destruction of the Magic Tower.

/- The Great War with the Necromancer in Behimruod.

Among these, the destruction of the Magic Tower, boasting hundreds of years of history, was enough to surprise even Group Leader Viola, who usually wouldn’t bat an eye. It meant the necromancers’ offensive was that powerful. It was said that even the big cities were almost in danger….

Viola ordered her subordinate to compile a list of mercenary groups that had distinguished themselves in this recent western war. Like water that stagnated if it didn’t flow, mercenary groups also needed to constantly recruit new talent, or they would age quickly. Continuously recruiting talent to maintain an appropriate average age was the core of the mercenary business.

Among the list, several familiar names appeared, but one in particular caught her eye and wouldn’t let go.

Allen-Mercenary Group.

‘……Ah…….’

Next to the name, a brief description stated that a newly emerged mercenary group had performed remarkably in the Battle of Behimruod, appearing like a bolt of lightning. As soon as she read that, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly in an odd manner.

It had been well over half a year since Allen left Vermandois for money and honor. Fortunately, it seemed everything was going smoothly, just as she had hoped. After all, it was unlikely for a prodigy of 522 to be struggling already. …Perhaps he might rise to the top faster than expected.

As news from the west had already reached here, the Allen Mercenary Group would soon return to Vermandois. Viola imagined Allen shedding his greenhorn appearance and showcasing his seasoned, impressive demeanor. She was smiling contentedly with her chin resting on her arms on the desk when she suddenly realized her state and, startled, shook her head vigorously.

‘…Really, how foolish of me…’

However, showing too much favoritism towards the Allen-Mercenary Group could displease other mercenary groups with whom they had close relationships with, so it seemed necessary for her to maintain a proper distance from them. …Honestly, it was impossible for her not to favor them, but at least in public, she must show fairness. Otherwise, the other Top 10 groups would take this opportunity to pounce.

Group Leader Viola let out a short sigh, pushed the list aside, and immersed herself in her work again, promising a future reunion with Group Leader Allen.

It had been fifteen days since they had left the city of Markas.

The Allen-Mercenary Group finally arrived at the wall-less mercenary city, Vermandois. The street urchins, as always, rushed towards the members dismounting from the carriage, only to decide to retreat upon seeing their not-so-easy-looking faces at first glance. Getting on their bad side could result in more than just a beating. Their wrists or ankles could be mercilessly severed… There were a few among the street urchins who had been unfortunate enough to experience such misfortune.

Having alighted from the carriage, Natasha, now almost fully recovered to her former healthy self, was unmistakably an excellent swordsman. The slender, beautiful female swordsman rested her hand on the hilt of the sword strapped to her waist, tapping the end lightly with her fingers as she observed the enormous crowd of the city. The mix of races from all directions, north, south, east, and west, made the sightseeing quite enjoyable.

She slung her luggage over her shoulder and followed the members heading towards the inn building. …Although her chest was as small as a grain of rice, some hands sneakily reached out for it. She fiercely slapped those wicked hands away and glared at those damned faces with a piercing look. Indeed, as the group leader had said, it was a place where one could never let their guard down.

Those who attempted to touch Natasha inevitably bumped shoulders at least once, with the Blind Saintess following right behind.

“Ah shit, watch where you’re going with those eyes open.”

“I’m sorry. My eyes were closed…”

“Ah, fuck.”

Every time there was a shoulder bump, the Blind Saintess’s embrace gradually filled with one more of their coin purses. She continuously brought her hands together and prayed fervently within, promising to use the donated funds well for the holy spirit.

The mercenary group roamed the deep alleys of the city center before entering a certain inn. They went to a corner of the hall, set down their luggage, and each took a seat around a round table.

“Huah.”

Sitting opposite Natasha was the milk-jug mage Elena. At first glance, she rested her two massive milk jugs on the table, sighing deeply as if the ground would cave in, massaging her shoulders as if they were sore.

It was a chest that one simply couldn’t help but stare at. …It was to the degree where she seriously suspected that perhaps female mages stored mana in their breasts.

Soon, food and drinks were promptly served in front of the members. Allen raised his glass to commend their hard work till now.

“Everyone really worked hard. Today, let’s enjoy ourselves to the fullest, eat, drink, and be merry.”

After the meal, the members dispersed to either rest or seek entertainment, each going their own way.

Allen and Elena also secretly rented another room on the top floor and entered it together.

The patience of the milk-jug mage had already run out, and she lasciviously buried her face into the group leader’s penis, her nose squashed, inhaling his strong scent. Then, she eagerly swallowed the salty-tasting penis. Adoring the group leader, she found everything emanating from his body to be delightful.

The haughty female mage, with her breasts and pussy fully exposed, squatted as if urinating and deeply thrust the group leader’s penis into her throat as she sat on the bed. Meanwhile, Allen teased her pussy with his toes.

After releasing a thick load of semen into the mage’s stomach, the group leader made her turn over on the bed like a dog and ruthlessly thrust into her wet pussy.

“Ah, aah, huh, ah, huh.”

The pretty mouth, which calmly recited ancient runes, gasped like a dog on a summer day, wildly releasing lewd moans. The soft and squishy pussy of the mage was mercilessly smashed by the monstrous penis, making a sticky, squelching sound.

“Euaah, aah, aah, aah, haah, ugh.”

Elena, who had been making dying noises, eventually couldn’t bear it and collapsed forward, spurting out vaginal fluids. The hole that spewed out the fluids twitched as if it was breathing, dripping thin saliva. He then mercilessly shoved his penis back into this delicious hole.

——!!

This time, the fucking was even more violent than before. The milk-jug mage gasped, collapsing deeply into the bed, making choking sounds.

……And, right below the room of this violent, beast-like mating,

Natasha, who was meditating for mental and physical stability, tightly closed her eyes as she tried hard to forget the moaning sounds coming from above.

‘Such obscene adversity from day one, this truly is the notorious mercenary city—!’

Of course, Natasha, who was a severe training fanatic, considered even this as part of her training process.

‘Yes…, this too is training. Training to not lose composure in any situation…! …Yes, it’s a perfect opportunity. This is also about overcoming with mental strength…!’

Natasha walked a tightrope between calm and excitement until the moaning sounds disappeared.

After the lengthy sex session was over, she praised her mental strength for not succumbing to lewdness. …After all, how could she, who had overcome the demonic disease, crumble at mere moans?

‘With this, today’s composure training is also successful…!’

Natasha, pleased with her daily progress, lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

…And that night, the Itty Titty Natasha had an extremely erotic dream.