episode_0202

201.

A chill, intensifying into a frigid breeze, flutters beautifully like glittering gemstone dust. The cold, impenetrable by mere clothing, seems to seep deep into the very bone. Each exhaled breath frosts in the air, a testament to the intense cold. The rage that courses through Erina’s body is fleeting. Unaccustomed to anger, Erina is already numb with cold.

Sonya clings tightly to Erina, desperately trying to remain calm, but all her senses feel scrambled. Even the scene before her seems unreal.

“E-Erina….”

In the encroaching cold, the only refuge is human warmth. The demon before them exudes little malice, barely a presence, yet death hangs heavy in the air. Perhaps it’s the two frozen corpses nearby, but goosebumps erupt across Sonya’s skin, refusing to subside. Her legs tremble, desperate to flee.

“Draugr…? I’ve never heard of that.”

“Just… die….”

Even her languid speech carries a chill.

Erina considers countless options. She’d thought of using her succubus form, simply punishing him with her pleasure. She hadn’t considered it a simple task. Subduing a succubus had taken time and effort; she’d braced herself for that much. But this time is different. It’s not just because someone died before her eyes. The notion of protecting everyone is a conceited idea, one only a goddess could entertain. And it’s not because she’s used corpses as minions; they’re corpses, after all.

It’s because the demon radiates dark energy simply by existing.

‘If I could seal its magic like last time, it would be much easier.’

To use her skills, she needs to subdue it first. Subdue it… can she? She hasn’t encountered many demons, but this one is the strongest yet. It’s not fatally cold, but a numbing chill slows her thoughts.

Swallowing hard, she invokes the power of holiness. As a nun, her offensive skills are rudimentary. Thousands of repetitions wouldn’t change that. Sonya is practically unarmed and terrified, making a concerted attack impossible.

Then, her next move is clear.

“Tina!”

Her strongest card. A stroke of unbelievable luck and coincidental carelessness yielded this ultimate weapon.

“This Tina, appears at the behest of her master.”

“……?”

The sudden appearance startles both the Draugr and Sonya. There’s no time for explanations. The cold is already intense; being frozen solid is just a matter of time.

“Do you understand the situation? It’s the enemy. I’m entrusting this to you!”

“Yes. I shall obey.”

Tina closes the distance to the Draugr with wings so thin, they’re almost invisible.

“I see. You use magical power, not dark energy. You’re no ordinary demon. Now I understand why my master summoned me.”

“You’re… not an ordinary… familiar….”

“Master, do you intend to ravish this wraith?”

Tina, the fairy queen Titania’s question implies capture or kill.

“I believe this wraith’s cunt wouldn’t satisfy the master.”

“……Do as you see fit. I’ll leave it to Tina.”

“……? Wh-what are… you saying?”

The Draugr nods impassively. Though emotionless, Sonya feels she somehow understands.

“Then, as my master commands, I shall utterly destroy it!”

Thinking back, she’s never used Tina for combat before. She’s almost forgotten the fairy queen’s intense, overwhelming magical power from their first meeting. Aries uses magic often, and Erina always finds it amazing, but Titania, with centuries of accumulated power, is on a completely different level. In an instant, large and small magic circles bloom in the air, instantly dispelling the cold.

“Ah, fighting is such a bother….”

“……! Mistress, retreat!”

Erina grabs Sonya and pulls her behind a rock. A different kind of chill runs down her spine, colder than the frost. The ground heaves where they’d been standing, emitting a sky-blue light.

“Th-that’s….”

“The… corpse… monster the knights spoke of.”

The sight of decaying corpses rising from the earth is horrifying. Bloodied flesh and entrails dangle, bones showing through the muscle.

“Tina, I’ve imbued this area with holy power! Treat this monster as usual!”

She doesn’t know Titania’s usual fighting style, but the monster’s damage reduction is clearly negated by holy power. She’s not learned many offensive skills, but she’s learned support magic from Julia of the Freed Order. She’s no genius, so she’s not mastered everything, but she’s competent enough.

“Such a nuisance… yes.”

The corpses from the earth, uttering unsettling sounds, begin to shamble. Titania fires magical arrows, one by one, at the savagely charging, flesh-ripping corpses. The strikes are not flashy, but precise and effective.

However, the defeated corpses creak and move again. And more corpses keep crawling out of the earth.

‘Disgusting. Fire magic would be logical, but the wind is strong; fire damage would be too widespread. Ultimately, the core must be destroyed.’

Titania gathers fifteen or so rose-pink magic bullets, each with a slightly different trajectory, launching them from all directions at the Draugr. The varied speeds are a testament to the magic’s sophistication. Aries would have spent thirty seconds in awe, reeling off a detailed explanation. The power is enough to shatter small boulders.

But the Draugr, covered in dirt and corpse parts, remains impassive, blocking them all. A shield of cold magical energy envelops her. Overpowering her with magical force is feasible, but Erina’s behind her, and time is of the essence. Each undead is weak, but their numbers accumulate rapidly, and their regeneration is annoying.

This needs to be swift. She’s never controlled her power. Everyone who could stop her within her territory is dead.

At low altitudes, she can hover. To briefly evade the approaching throng of undead, she lightly takes flight towards the Draugr. But the corpses contort, crush, and fuse into a single monstrous entity, pursuing her. The creature’s grotesque form sends a shudder down her spine.

‘Mistress, I’ll use a larger spell. Please retreat.’

She warns Erina, though she’ll use the smallest impactful spell she can. It’s an obsolete spell in this age.

‘Ooooh…♡ Ooh…? Ah, alright.’

The reply begins with an obscene sound. She seems to be pleasuring herself. It’s been a while since she’s had Erina’s cock, and Titania is envious, intensely so. Her surgically enhanced, futanari vulva throbs with arousal.

How can she get some cock? How can she receive sweet cum in her body? She’s received love through her modified body, but she craves more, so much more. She wants to please Erina. She wants every hole to be Erina’s. Mouth, bottom, back – she wants to offer everything.

Why was that human girl chosen? No, Erina would offer her cock to anyone.

“Kch.”

Lost in thought, she nearly gets hit by an arm – or what should be called arm. Dodging the attack, Titania immediately prepares to intercept. She gathers magic on the ground, preparing a wide-area attack. Most of the local magical energy is being used to control the undead, making gathering it extremely difficult.

She intends to imbue the magic with a special attribute, creating a large explosion, but the Draugr senses Titania’s intentions through the flow of magical energy.

An unseen struggle for magical dominance unfolds.

“Hmph. A demon’s petty tricks are useless.”

“…….”

Her impassive expression speaks volumes: just die already. Titania, seeing a flicker of similarity in their demeanor, contemplates a tastier reward from Erina.

“……?”

The Draugr notices the change in the quality of the magic. Using that brief moment of hesitation, she manipulates the red and brown tree roots protruding from the ground, binding everything that moves. The swelling horde of undead halts. Her reckless use of magic leaves little energy remaining; it’s a battle of internal reserves.

“Do you think these are simple trees?”

“……No. But it’s useless. My body… is cold….”

The branches and roots clinging to the Draugr freeze solid. The expansion of freezing water shatters them.

“I see. I should have advised you to warm up before I fuck your cunt.”

“I don’t… understand….”

“I’ll teach you in a way even a snail can understand.”

Titania immediately resumes her attack, relentlessly binding the Draugr with restrictive methods.