episode_0014

Kwahng -!

Light streamed from the formidable cannon of Strohheim, swiftly tearing through the air and beginning to demolish the prison with a thunderous sound.

“Behold, you ear-wigglers! This is the epitome of Dwarven engineering! An invincible artillery that can unleash a scorching incendiary bomb capable of firing 1000 rounds in just one minute!”

“Ah… And this is called the ’20mm’ ammunition! A remarkable item that can turn living beings into minced meat with each shot!”

“Isn’t the light emanating from my cannon magnificent and bright?! Why the silence, children of the forest!!!”

Was it perhaps due to their prior experience of being severely thrashed once before?

Despite the presence of others around, Strohheim hesitated not and fired the cannon without delay, causing the Elves to momentarily retreat outside the prison walls under the onslaught of firepower.

A precious opportunity gained by a hair’s breadth.

As the Elves escaped the prison at that fleeting moment, a sword displayed graceful swordsmanship, releasing all restraints on the warhorses.

Soon, the empowered warhorses, swaying their lower bodies, began to escape one by one through the holes created by Strohheim.

“Tsk, unable to even inflict significant damage despite such firepower… Just how monstrous are these Elves?”

The Dwarf, vexed at only causing minimal harm despite unleashing emergency firepower, clicked his tongue.

Handing him another bag, I advised him to give up.

“These are madmen who have trained in swordsmanship and magic for centuries solely for combat. It’s natural for them to outmatch such firepower.”

“More research is needed. Anyway, thanks for helping with the escape! What’s your name, benefactor?”

“Beatrice. Let’s save the small talk for later and focus on escaping first. Time is of the essence.”

Although the chaos resulting from the destruction of the prison holding ‘elite’ and ‘high-ranking’ captives might be confusing, these resilient individuals will likely regain their composure shortly and come after us.

While the warhorses surged out, recapturing all those individuals and imprisoning them again was only a matter of time.

Therefore, seizing this chaotic opportunity, we must escape the stronghold as quickly as possible.

“Jetpacks haven’t been developed yet, right? It would be handy if they were.”

“How does our benefactor even know about that? It’s still in the project phase…”

“If we don’t have them, so be it. Oh! And do we have a few more of those big, hefty shots left? Can we fire them at places similar to this tree?”

“It’s possible, but… I’ll have to explain everything later. How do you know about our tribe’s secret projects?”

Strohheim tinkered with the cannon, transforming it into an even larger and more beautiful barrel.

Then, he retrieved several menacing-looking shells from the bag and loaded them into the cannon.

“These are still experimental, but there’s no better place to measure the power of this ‘excellent means of conversation.’”

“Hold your horses, benefactor. I’m eager to fire as well.”

Click!

Assuming an awkward stance, the Dwarf aimed his cannon at a narrow hole with precision.

…Why did he need to assume such a posture to fire?

Feeling dizzy, I shook my head, thinking there must be a reason for it.

It felt like my brain would be raped if I delved into it unnecessarily.

Regardless, the Dwarf fired the hot, white substance from his cannon into the narrow hole, and as it disappeared inside…

Kwahng -!

Triggering a massive explosion, it swiftly engulfed the colossal tree in one fell swoop.

Subsequently, smoke billowed out as the imprisoned warhorses burst forth from the hole, intensifying the confusion among the observing Elves.

“…Looking at the dull faces of the elves, I feel an urge to push this intense white thing a bit further.”

“Enough with the misleading words, we really need to escape now. The potion is kicking in hard, and that high-grade stallion might even try to kill us.”

Elves who cherish their territory as much as they do copulation.

Having disrupted the territories of such elves and instantly released decades-worth of stallions, if they come to their senses, their urge to kill will be immense.

“We need to go far away to have a chance at escaping. Hurry!”

“Understood, benefactor. But there’s a significant problem.”

“What is it?”

As they ran, Stroheim looked back, his short legs fidgeting, wearing a troubled expression.

“No matter how much I think with this stubby body, there seems to be no solution. Even this giant horse… It was too hot just firing one shot. I want to detach the gun barrel, but I simply can’t.”

“…”

“Should I just leave it behind and buy some time with this cumbersome body somehow? Maybe I won’t even get a moment.”

A face that seemed to have given up on everything.

However, observing his short stature for a moment, a good idea suddenly came to mind.

An action that would have been impossible for the frail Beatrice from the original work.

A strategy possible for Beatrice, who received strength and stamina instead of magic.

“Inspiration, have you tried mobile shooting?”

“…?”

Raising a questioning dwarf with one hand lightly.

—–

If the demon realm were to descend upon the present world, would it feel like this?

Elf, Kallia, chuckled as she watched the burning trees and fleeing stallions below.

“I underestimated that woman too much.”

Far away, a witch holding ‘Pyegeup’ desperately running.

Watching her sprint towards the outskirts of the vast forest, Kallia felt more self-reproach than anger.

How much had she mocked that initial appearance?

When she threatened and shot an arrow, the sight of her fleeing frantically like a scared mouse didn’t resemble a witch pursuing the end of magic at all.

Who is a witch?

A person who relentlessly pursues the end of magic, willing to do anything for it.

Having lived for nearly 500 years, the witches she had met until becoming the village elder were all dignified and confident beings.

Honestly, calling such a person a ‘witch’ was disrespectful to the true witches she had met so far.

But.

“I was wrong. Indeed, a witch is a witch.”

Being treated so harshly, those thoughts vanished as if washed away.

Who would have known?

Who would dare to come into the heart of the enemy, risking danger to deliver the most painful blow?

Who could have anticipated?

The great escape that had never happened in the history of the vast forest, happening because of that unassuming witch everyone had ignored.

“Sigh.”

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Kallia.

Towards her, an elf came running, panting heavily.

“Sister!”

“You came, Calis?”

“Now is not the time to say you came! Another high-grade has escaped! Not only did she incapacitate all the opponents with copulation, but she also managed to escape smoothly!”

“…That’s quite a problem. Hoo, trying to catch one more high-grade ended up like this.”

Shouldn’t they have shown sympathy or something all at once?

Regretting briefly, Kallia shook her head and immediately dispelled the negative thoughts.

No, empathy is still important.

Being a divine being who impregnates any elf with just one touch, it’s too precious to lose that ability.

And she was a high-grade, right? In that case…

Looking down at her abdomen, Kallia, as if making a decision, hardened her expression and used a sound amplification spell to awaken all the panicked sisters.

[Sisters.]

Stepping lightly on the ground with mana, the elves who had been hesitating all turned their attention towards Kalia.

“[From now on, we shall begin the punishment of those who have disturbed the Great Forest.]”

As her words ended, the elves immediately began to chase after the fleeing horses without any hesitation.

“Kalis, along with the aging elves, will pursue the high-class horses and witches with me.”

Scanning the remaining elves, Kalia gave orders and swiftly dashed towards the group of witches with a fierce expression.

‘No matter how fast they are, they shouldn’t have reached the outskirts yet.’

When the witch presented the condition of ‘non-attack,’ she contacted the subordinates.

The witch who murdered the deity was trying to escape from the Great Forest.

Waiting outside the village, they planned to ambush her when she emerged, taking her down in one fell swoop.

The subordinates readily accepted the proposal.

Were they pleased at the prospect of finally avenging their deity?

Regardless, with the subordinates blocking the way, their progress would be slightly delayed.

After swiftly catching up and pursuing, the witch was thrown as prey to the tentacled monster, while the fleeing high-class horses would meet their end right there if they dared to turn back.

…thought Kalia, feeling somewhat relieved, but unfortunately, a loud gunshot soon pierced her long ears.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The sound came from the dwarf’s workshop, where they were casually destroying the prison.

Chilled to the bone, they hastened their pace and arrived at the scene, witnessing a horrific sight.

It was none other than…

“Ugh… Aaah…”

“To not see our descendants… Aaaargh!!!”

“We apologize for failing to continue our lineage, please do not forgive me… Ancestors…”

The lower bodies of the male subordinates who were chasing the group of witches were all charred black.

Upon seeing this, Kalia and her sisters gritted their teeth and began to punish the wicked witch with vengeance.

“To create evil out of evil, how despicable can one be in this world…”

Thud!

“I will not let you die peacefully for the next four years.”