episode_0042

“Ah, was that too explicit?”

Jeanne’s face blanked out at Priscilla’s mention of copulation.

Priscilla then realized Jeanne was experiencing mental shutdown,

and reacted like an old woman despite her overly youthful appearance.

“I suppose the most prudish people on the continent are the Humans. They’re also the most fastidious. They always refer to it as sex, intercourse, or coitus, don’t they?”

Afterward, she immediately acknowledged that she had not adequately considered her audience’s perspective.

If one were to list the major races of the Pedon continent, they would be the Humans, Majok, Beast-kin, Barbarians, and Spirit race. Elves, along with Dwarves, are included in the Spirit race. Of course, Elves may be separated if different criteria are used.

Thus, excluding the Humans among those numerous races,

the explicitness of the other races is unparalleled.

The Beast-kin are usually impressive, but when they enter their heat, they are no different from animals,

and the Barbarians, when they properly lock eyes, will intertwine bodies for days on end, not to mention

they endure the desert evenings when the temperature rapidly drops with the heat of sex.

And the Majok,

they are simply the ultimate sex symbols of the continent.

Given such culture and inclinations, from the perspective of the aforementioned races,

the act of lusting after and penetrating each other’s genitals is merely a part of everyday life.

Therefore, they don’t bother to use such an awkward word as sex.

“But from an Elf’s perspective like me, Humans are actually more comfortable than those beasts. I get annoyed when someone shoves their genitals at me when I have no feelings for them. Of course, there are Humans like that too.”

However, Elves are a special case.

They are not only the oldest race on the continent,

but also a race that lives for a basic few hundred years, or even close to a thousand years on the long end.

Therefore, their unique sexual tendencies are ingrained in their DNA.

Namely, when they don’t have a mate, they almost become sex-haters and avoid intertwining bodies with the opposite sex,

but when they find a mate, they copulate so intensely they wear away the area.

“Has Captain actually seen a Majok before? Even I, as an Elf, haven’t seen that many, so I doubt it.”

“Well… I happened to visit the Millennium Outer Fortress when I was very young. That’s the only time I saw a Majok male, bound as a prisoner, Priscilla. Of course, I’ve seen Beast-kin, Dwarves, and Barbarians more often.”

As the story of Pedon’s three beastly races came up,

Priscilla asked Jeanne, even crossing her arms indifferently as if recalling a memory.

Jeanne had seen a Majok only once during a tour of the Outer Fortress before Eugene entered the Oblean Grand Duchy.

Realistically, after the demonic energy [魔氣] of the continent waned and the Majok crossed over to the Iskandar Mountains,

the opportunity for Humans to encounter Majok is extremely rare unless they live near the Millennium Outer Fortress, which is in confrontation with them.

“Oh, so you have seen one. Actually, my first time seeing a Majok was similar to Captain’s. Of course, there are clear differences if we go into detail. A few Majok were captured and brought as prisoners to the Elf village where I briefly stayed a long time ago. I heard about it and went to see them myself. That’s how I first encountered them, and well…”

The memory that came to Priscilla was her first encounter with a Majok in her long life.

“The captured Majok female and male were in heat and having sex inside the iron bars. With everyone watching. It was a temporary iron cage set up in the village square before they were put in a formal prison. That’s the kind of people Majok are. They don’t distinguish between inside and outside, they don’t care about their surroundings, and they don’t care about the time or place.”

Priscilla vividly recounts the scene at the time,

as if it were still vivid in her mind even after a long time.

She shook her head deeply with a shudder.

“At that time, I was just entering adulthood and still had some illusions about mates and such. In that situation, I ended up seeing those beasts having sex in a cage, and well… that look in their eyes, drooling, ugh…”

Shaking her head, shaking her head, shaking her head,

Priscilla was shaking her head all over.

As an Elf, her self-esteem was soaring and she was beginning to shudder at anything sexual other than a mate,

the first outsider’s sex she saw at that time was none other than the copulation scene of the Pedon continent’s best beastly sex machine, the Majok.

“S, so extreme…”

Nodding, nodding, nodding,

Jeanne was also overwhelmed by the Majok’s unimaginable copulatory instincts.

And because Priscilla’s reaction was so realistic, deep empathy was possible.

Therefore, Jeanne nodded slowly, understanding Priscilla’s struggles at the time.

She had been trying to manage her expression in front of the Majok’s bestial image as much as possible for Eugene’s sake,

but the real Majok experience far surpassed that size.

“Anyway, what do you think will happen if a Berserker comes out of the Majok, who are already such a sex-crazed race? You can think of them as only living to do two things: see blood or have sex.”

Priscilla, feeling that sufficient prior explanation had been given, got to the point.

“Could that be related to the aggression caused by Demonic Energy [魔氣], Priscilla?”

Then, Jeanne also subtly asked what she was essentially curious about.

Demonic Energy [魔氣]

At the root of Majok-like, or Majok-ish, behavior is this Demonic Energy.

The characteristics of their appearance are the same.

In other words, if Eugene, who is mixed with Majok blood, shows any special behavior or appearance,

Jeanne thought it was highly likely that it was related to that Demonic Energy.

Therefore, Jeanne wants to know about Demonic Energy in advance.

“You have to think so. The Majok’s sex dependency itself is related to that. When Demonic Energy soars, they suppress it by having sex. At least female Majok are less prone to such indiscriminate sexual tendencies, but the males…”

To the Majok, sex is more than just lust due to hormonal activity.

Because they often engage in infighting even among their own kind if they cannot suppress their Demonic Energy,

the DNA to suppress Demonic Energy through sex has settled over time.

“Well, other races’ Berserkers also have stronger sexual desires because Demonic Energy ultimately affects them, but the Majok’s exceptionalism is one step further in that.”

Swish…!

With the key word Demonic Energy mentioned,

Priscilla brought her face closer to Jeanne’s ear

as if she were about to deliver top-secret information.

“Majok Berserkers eventually die if they only have sex with one or two members of the opposite sex.”

That was truly amazing.

“Huh??”

Therefore, Jeanne didn’t shout loudly, but showed a reaction of pure astonishment.

“Is this the first time Captain has heard of this? Of course. How would Humans, who have little experience with Majok Berserkers, know this? Only the Elves, who have ten times more experience, know.”

Smirk!

Priscilla raised the corners of her lips as if satisfied with Jeanne’s reaction.

“That’s how they evolved. The guys who have sex with multiple members of the opposite sex are more likely to possess that much greater Demonic Energy.”

It was survival of the fittest.

The Majok, who basically enjoy sex freely,

were more likely to survive and become stronger over time within the group of Majok who possessed Demonic Energy.

As a result, the Berserkers created within them had these characteristics further maximized.

“The reason why the Elf race knew this is because we could often see the demise of female Majok Berserkers. There are only a little over ten female Majok Berserkers in history, right? About three female Majok Berserkers have been captured by Humans.”

Priscilla mentioned female Majok Berserkers

as the basis for this special information.

“I don’t know if Captain knows this, but female Majok, once they fall in love, tend to only look at one person, unlike male Majok, regardless of whether that is kept. So even if those friends become Berserkers, they try to protect their one-sided devotion inappropriately, forgetting that their bodies are weakening, and they die.”

The Majok, for whom war and slaughter are commonplace, have an extremely high proportion of females.

Therefore, males have a harem tendency and females have a pure love tendency.

That tendency continues unchanged even when they become Berserkers.

“I didn’t know that about those tendencies. Usually only the male Majok are visible externally, so it’s only known that the female Majok are a little gentler…”

“That’s right. Humans only see the Majok on the battlefield, so it’s difficult to know about such intimate things. Slurp!”

Jeanne answered, muttering as if in a slightly dazed expression.

Then Priscilla, satisfied that she had given enough of a yarn, began to slurp her fruit juice again.

‘Die? Eugene will die if he can’t have free sex?’

The reason why Jeanne’s expression is not good,

Isn’t it because she is connecting the state of the Majok mixed-blood Eugene with Ulysses, who died as a Sword Demon?

The appearance of the female Majok Berserker, who eventually died while maintaining her one-sided devotion,

somehow overlapped with Eugene.

“Hmm… Now that I think about it, there was a minor Barbarian tribe with similar characteristics to those Majok female Berserkers, called the Mohican tribe, a race with vulvar tattoos. But those friends went extinct decades ago, so it doesn’t matter. Slurrrrp!”

However, Priscilla, who had no way of knowing what was on Jeanne’s mind,

savored the depth of her knowledge and sucked her fruit juice even more thoroughly.

“Then, what about the case of a Berserker who is a Human and Majok hybrid, Priscilla? Have there been any such examples?”

At that moment, Jeanne’s expression changed to something more active and she asked an additional question.

Jeanne, who stubbornly achieved the path of a mercenary captain that she had vaguely promised to Eugene when he was young,

her tenacity is beyond imagination.

Her desire to know everything about Eugene had exploded, and

now that she sensed the danger he might face in the future,

she could not simply be overwhelmed by the shock and stand idly by.

“Hiyah, that’s another rare case. As far as I know, there has never been an example of a Human and Majok hybrid becoming a Berserker. As you know, children don’t come out well from them. However, the tendency can definitely be known.”

Priscilla clicked her tongue at Jeanne’s unusual question.

There is no record of Human and Majok hybrid Berserkers even in the more than 10,000 years of Elf history.

However, the tendency before becoming a Berserker is reflected even after becoming a Berserker,

Priscilla looked confident that she could give Jeanne an answer of sufficient quality.

“If the mother is a Majok, they follow the father’s tendencies, and if the father is a Majok, they follow the father’s tendencies.”

And in fact, Priscilla’s summary was truly clear.

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‘I don’t know why Eugene’s father became like that, but he was definitely a Human.’

Although talking to Priscilla increased what she knew about Eugene,

it also increased Jeanne’s worries that much more.

Joan of Arc Dessel Oblean’s mind is confused,

but now her mind is more motivated than ever, so

she would never sit still and be in agony.

Her mind is such that she feels like she has to see Eugene directly and have some kind of conversation.

So Jeanne immediately headed to the lodging room where Eugene was staying as if holed up.

‘If Eugene follows his father’s tendencies…’

Creak…!

Jeanne, who had been thinking all sorts of things while walking,

had already stood in front of Eugene’s room with such a complicated expression.

‘Is it just my imagination, or does it feel like the calm before the storm.’

She looked at the door to Eugene’s lodging in that state.

Unlike the bustling Central Hall,

the area around the lodging where Eugene stayed all day was beyond quiet.

“Who is it.”

Therefore, Eugene Schneider, who felt someone’s presence approaching the door like a ghost,

immediately responded in a low voice.