episode_0033

“Sigh, I don’t know how many times you’re going to repeat the same thing.”

“Are you talking about me? Can’t you tone down your greed a bit?”

“Huh, reducing sexual desire. What a truly dreadful thing to say. Witch, you just insulted our Yggdrasil clan.”

“Quit whining. It’s something you could easily compromise on. Am I saying something wrong?”

The negotiation continued along parallel lines as before.

The elves insisted on taking at least one top-grade stallion no matter what, while our group argued that they couldn’t give up any of their members.

With their goals being completely different, it was natural that the negotiation was going nowhere.

I let out a long sigh in this never-ending frustrating situation.

“Sigh…”

Maybe it feels like this when you talk to a wall? I was so frustrated that I felt like exploding.

To the extent that it seemed like what the nymphs in front of me desired wasn’t my anger but rather, there was no understanding with the elves.

There was nothing more to concede.

Even after offering to capture another top-grade male instead of one of our main group, it seemed futile.

Honestly, starting a fight by breaking off negotiations seemed more beneficial for mental health.

“You guys really have no conscience. How can’t you make even a small concession?”

“From our perspective, we’ve made as many concessions as possible. Didn’t we reduce it from three to one?”

“I told you. Instead of that one, we’ll capture and send a suitable male. Did you not hear what I said?”

“Sorry, but we cannot accept that condition, Witch. Our Yggdrasil clan needs a usable male right now.”

“There’s no need for it to be a top-grade, is there?”

The damn repetitive repertoire once again.

Shaking my head vigorously, I stood up from the table.

“Let’s just talk about this later. I have a splitting headache and can’t deal with this right now.”

“…I agree with that much. Huh, didn’t expect us to be so far apart.”

“It’s natural for us to be at odds. You just need to concede a little more, don’t you see?”

“We are also in a hurry! Look over there, my poor sisters trembling in fear because of the approaching heatwave!”

As I looked in the direction pointed by the grand elf, there were elves enjoying themselves in a state of arousal.

“Heh… heh… Still not enough… It was deeper back then…!”

“I need someone thicker… A Westerner with only biceps isn’t enough…”

“Foreplay…♡ Rape…♡ Assistant…♡”

Damn, what is that.

Struggling to hold onto my sanity as I couldn’t bear the scene, I barely managed to keep myself from losing it, grabbing my forehead as a headache surged through me and shouted at the elves in front of me.

“What’s the difference between that and a drug addict!”

“Difference? Drugs are harmful, but intercourse is harmless. Just doing this alone is a huge difference, don’t you think?”

“I feel like I’m losing my mind…”

If I hadn’t been sitting in the chair, would I have already collapsed?

I closed my eyes tightly, complaining about the headache, took a deep breath, and managed to regain my composure.

“Phew…”

They are truly unbearable creatures.

A race that goes crazy if they don’t engage in intercourse for a day, this is beyond any erotic manga.

I briefly considered stopping the negotiation and suddenly had a question, so I asked the grand elf.

“I have a question.”

“?”

“How did you manage during your journey here? With such severe arousal, wouldn’t it have been impossible to pursue us?”

If their intercourse addiction was so severe, wouldn’t pursuit be out of the question, let alone prolonged travel?

It was almost miraculous that they pursued us given the severity of their intercourse addiction, so I asked, but once again, the elf didn’t disappoint.

“Oh, is that what you’re wondering?”

With a nonchalant expression, the dignified elf continued speaking.

“Grateful benefactors appeared before us on their own to help alleviate our desires. That’s why we were able to pursue them without any issues.”

“Where did they all go?”

“Naturally, they were sent to the Great Forest using warp magic. Since there were no casualties, it should please their sisters back home.”

…Poor lawless rascals.

I knew they were troublemakers, but they were captured in large numbers.

Wait a moment.

So, was the reason for the long pursuit not due to the battle, but because they enjoyed a feast after the battle before pursuing?

Now I’m starting to feel a bit scared.

Who have I provoked, exactly?

In reality, deciding to take only one member of the party may not have been a complete lack of compromise but rather the best compromise from the elf’s perspective, don’t you think?

“Uh…”

Feeling nauseated by the elf’s confident response, I decided to temporarily halt negotiations.

If I keep provoking that insane face, we might end up sacrificing one of the real protagonists as an offering.

Attempting to regain my composure during this brief rest period proved futile.

“Witch, doesn’t something seem off?”

“What do you mean?”

“It feels like the surroundings have suddenly become too quiet. As if someone artificially manipulated it.”

“It’s possible. After all, there’s no one here besides us making noise, right? If we stay silent, it’s natural for things to quiet down, isn’t it?”

“That’s not what I mean. Even the sounds of nature aren’t audible. It seems like someone secretly cast a barrier.”

The elf, with a stern expression and emitting a sinister aura, threw a green magical projectile into the air.

As the magical projectile collided with an invisible wall, it caused a large explosion.

Boom!

The transparent barrier shattered into pieces, and the surrounding landscape changed.

Members of a faction suddenly appeared in the previously deserted wilderness.

As I gawked in surprise, someone confidently walked towards them.

“Hello, brothers and sisters!”

Such a familiar opening line.

And the scene lifted directly from the original novel.

Upon seeing her, I could immediately deduce her identity.

“Lorian…?”

Why is that crazy woman here?

—–

A key figure in the Northern episodes and a saint candidate proudly presented by the Holy Kingdom.

Lorian.

One word is enough to describe her.

Psycho.

A crazy psycho lesbian… in other words, a fanatic.

Therefore, she was one of the characters I, embodying the witch Beatrice, needed to be most cautious about.

Look at her now.

Smacking her lips while looking at my body, isn’t she?

The main reason I didn’t want to go to the northern continent was the fear of Arkritch recovering his strength and causing trouble at any moment.

Living with a ticking time bomb, how could one relax?

But if that were the only reason, I would have honestly considered going to the north a little more.

If the Western region couldn’t handle followers of evil, it would turn into a ghost town just like this.

Just one difference.

I pondered diligently between the ominous Psycho and the foolish battle enthusiast.

Which one would be safer to deal with?

If I had to face one of them, who would be better?

The contemplation didn’t last long.

No matter how much I thought, dealing with Psycho in front of me seemed too difficult for my discretion.

So, I chose the West…

“Why are you here in the West?”

Seriously, why is this woman in the West?

Even if the main party doesn’t know, shouldn’t you be in the North engaging with Arkritch and causing chaos?

Looking at her with doubt, Lorian kindly smiled and responded to my question.

“It feels like we’re meeting for the first time, do you know me? Anyone who hears would think I shouldn’t be where I am, right?”

…”

“Hoo hoo, just kidding! Don’t make such a scary face. I’m just here to see one sister who doesn’t love me.”

She turned her gaze away from me and looked at the priestess with a seductive glance.

Then she ran over there and hugged the priestess tightly.

“Aleine unni! I missed you!”

“Lorian…? How did you get here…”

“Hehe, of course I came to see unni. Let’s go back to the church country now. You don’t need to suffer in a place like this anymore!”

“Uh, what?”

The priestess, taken aback by the suddenness, soon felt discomfort and pulled Lorian away from herself.

“Just a moment, Lorian.”

“Yes?”

“How did you know I was in the west? And why are there so many inquisitors around only when judging sinners?”

“Oh.”

Lorian, who had a momentarily flustered expression, calmly explained the situation.

“There were reports that you became a witch’s minion in the southern Great Forest, so I brought you here.”

“…There were such reports?”

“Yes, but…”

In response to the priestess Aleine’s question, Lorian licked her lips rudely and continued speaking.

“Even I can see that you seem to have become a witch’s minion already. It seems like… ‘repentance’ might be necessary?”

“What, don’t be ridiculous! Where do you see me as a witch’s minion?! I don’t need any… repentance!”

“Oh? Walking around with both the designated figure of the church and a witch, aren’t you more than just a minion? Unni… you’ve changed a lot in a short time.”

With a sad expression, Lorian looked up at the sky and recited a prayer.

“O Almighty Agathon, will you guide this lost lamb into your arms?”

“You, you really…!”

“Unni, did you know that?”

Interrupting the angry words of the priestess, Lorian smiled widely and said to her.

“If you’re not a defector… you can become one.”

So there’s no way to avoid ‘repentance,’ unni…♡

Like a predator with its prey right in front of it.

Lorian looked not only at Aleine but at all the women around her, savoring their taste.