Chapter 13 – Betrayal of Betrayal (1)

Episode 13 Betrayal of Betrayal (1)

“Hmmmm”

“Oh, Mr. Kamu, are you having a good day?”

“Oh no! Marian God.
No big deal.”

“Oh really.
You can call me ‘Marie’.
But why did the clown go up earlier?”

“I am looking forward to playing with the children at the refugee camp. Whoops.”

“Oh my, that thought~
Whoops.”

Will Lumica be okay?
If she went to the refugee camp, her magic would have recovered quite a bit.
She might go back to being the fresh, lively and strongest pelvic slender beautiful girl she used to be.

On the way back, the carriage will be borrowed, so I will fill it with gifts such as her clothes and accessories.
Oh, and she seems to like scented roses too.
Should buy that too

“But Sister Rebekah must have been bored since earlier.”

“Ah, Rebekah will come after that meeting.”

Right now Marianne, the Lady of the Sun, sits right behind my driver’s seat and chats with me.

While Rebekah discusses something with the attendant in the comfortable chariot dedicated to the saint, she is constantly looking at me through the open window.

… Did Rebekah have her mind controlled?
She is revealing her lust to the point where I wonder if she has become a bit mentally contaminated.

Should I say she’s in heat?
Every time I see her, she gets on her knees and tries to suck her cock.

Even though I told him to refrain from unexpected actions, including skinship, until I gave him an order.
She wraps her hands around each other under the guise of a handshake in front of others.
Like coming up close to her face and removing bugs from my hair.
In a warehouse where there are no people, like taking out things from the shelf, I rub my breasts against my face,
It’s making a lot of fuss.

I’m worried that I’ll miss my lines like this.
Shall I renew my mind control to restrain myself?

All over again. Rumbling.

“Marie, isn’t it uncomfortable because it’s a wagon?
Your own wagon would be more comfortable, but it’s embarrassing. Haha.”

“Oh my, the cushion that Mr. Kamu gave me is very soft and comfortable.
And…”

Marianne puts her face in my ear and whispers.

“If I go to my carriage now, I hate it because I am forced to attend a meeting.”

“… !”

This woman is so natural when you see her sometimes.
Dangerous enough.

A beautiful white dress, like the one worn by an ancient goddess, squeaks as she draws closer.
The scent of the shampoo wafted through her long hair.
Even the breath that comes out when you whisper is sweet, so my ears are hot.

This behavior is not intended, but if it does this, it is a problem as it is.
If that’s what you intend, you’re truly the strongest fire fox.
My master will also fold a number?

I glanced away at her and saw Marianne’s crotch as she leaned against me.
A rather sheer dress tucked between her legs, revealing a sharp, deep Y-zone.
Wow, go hungry in the groin.
Are you devouring her clothes?

“Isn’t it nice to have friends?”

“Ah, sure. Whoops.
In the cathedral, everyone follows strict rules, and men and women are separated.
There is no time for conversation like this, and there is a tight schedule from prayer to meals.
Conversation is also usually prohibited, so classmates talk in sign language or passwords without the director’s knowledge.”

“You must have been a little frustrated.”

“You’re at an age where you can laugh even when a leaf rolls away.
It’s sad to see you live like that.
I thought I was getting used to it too, but after talking to Kamyu-san, it seems it wasn’t.”

As a demon, I came to the human kingdom to do business, so I had a much wider knowledge than ordinary people.
I told the story of the scenery, architecture, and people I saw and heard as I traveled the world as a merchant.
Marianne doesn’t notice the time passing, and she nods incessantly next to me, her eyes shining.

“You know that the difference between demons and humans is mainly based on the presence or absence of horns, right?
However, horns also exist among beastmen.
If there is a difference, demons take pride in having nice horns, so they sharpen them nicely.”

“Aha, I only learned at the Cathedral that demon horns are a symbol and medium for possessing magical powers.
Do you have such a story…
You really know a lot.”

“Haha, that’s too much praise!”

“Again, tell me something else.
Do you know anything more about the demons?”

Gradually, Marianne’s Y-zone deepens.
Her goddess dress doesn’t reveal the outline of her breasts, so her gaze keeps going to her lower body.
She twists her body in the back seat of the carriage to talk, showing more of her crotch.
The blanket given to cover them must have been thrown away long ago.

Marianne wiggles to change her position, then rolls over to tidy up her cushion.

“… !”

Even an ordinary straight dress can be transformed into a mermaid dress.
Wow, have you seen such a treasured ass…
Do a thousand squats a day!
No, it’s not muscle, it’s flesh… Mmm.
How can such an ass be born…

Our teacher, who is the ‘Miss Demon Sexy Back’, also exercises three hours a day to make the buttock line.
I know how difficult this body is to have.
Even Marianne seems to be far from athletic in her lifestyle.

“Oh, sorry.
Did you turn around after talking?”

“It’s okay, haha.
How far did you say?”

“Until I asked you to tell me more about the demons.”

“Okay.
Then… Do you know the age standard for demons?
Idiots are considered adults from the age of 20 by default.
It is different from people who are considered adults at the age of 15 and are obligated to serve in the military.”

“Then, do you think that demons appearing on the battlefield are over 20 years old?”

“That’s right.
However, demons have a longer lifespan than humans, and their childhood is slightly longer, so the adult standard is higher.”

Marianne grunted and put her hand to her chin and nodded her head.

Shall we move on to a topic that might be of more interest to a girl?

“I hear demons also hold beauty contests just like humans do.”

“Oh, really?
It’s so amazing!!”

“Yes?
I was also surprised when I first heard it.
However, the participation criteria are set, and you can participate from the age of 20 to 40 years old.
It’s a kind of gateway for demons who want to marry aristocratic families.”

“Are the ages from 20 to 40 the right age for marriage?”

“No. It’s not like it’s hundreds of years old.
However, since they retain their youth much longer than humans, they limit the age of participation.
Because if there were no restrictions, pretty people would dominate the contest for too long.
It is for antitrust.”

Yes.
Rumika is also over 100 years old, but in terms of a human, she has the appearance of a fresh young girl of eighteen.
Nene, our teacher, is a whopping 297 years old, and she cannot tell her age apart from a human beauty in her late twenties.

Of course, not everyone looks like that.
The Demon King, who was a little older than my teacher, was a complete uncle himself.

That’s why our master is a female official of the Demon Tribe, a symbol of fear, and the Four Heavenly Kings, but on the other hand, he is respected.
Because demon ladies are lining up to learn the secrets of beauty and skin care.

“I think I heard it too.
One of the four kings of the demon tribe, a female officer of the ‘Gwansulsa’, has been famous for her beauty for a very long time…”

“It is.
The illusionist is also famous for winning beauty contests from the age of 20 to 40.
The record of 20 consecutive victories in the ‘Majok Beauty Contest’ has not yet been broken.
Although there is one record tied.”

I shrug my shoulders at Master’s pride.
… I’m proud of my ex-girlfriend, why am I excited?
FYI, the woman who set the tie record is now in my herbal shop.

“And! Where did you hear all that?!
You didn’t make it up?!”

Where did you hear it, did you hear it yourself?
In one corner of Master’s lab, beauty pageant trophies are proudly placed.
Even when you open the door, you can see the beauty pageant plaque right in front of your eyes.
Because you couldn’t see it?

Women, no matter how decent they are, are weak in complimenting their looks.
Master also told me once if he was embarrassed, and then he didn’t say anything except when I asked.
But if you want to hear praise, when you visit the lab, you talk about it with your trophy on your back?
Behold.

“Sure. (Black) By the sun god, it is true.
They say that the only demon who has won beauty contests for that long is the only daughter who is the heir of the demon king.”

It is also because of her appearance that Rumika has her suitors lined up.
The only daughter and heir of the powerful Demon King.
Pure and dark magical blood from possession of dark blood.
There’s even a shiny look!
Where is the man who won’t drool?

I also quickly lined up and ran amok.
Now that’s a memory too.
It was a bloody battle between males.
Anyway, what are the little chicks?

I had a Korean-American family, so I had nothing to offer.
The Demon King asked me to fulfill various conditions in addition to a brilliant championship career in order to qualify as a suitor.
So, from magic tournaments to martial arts competitions to academy competitions, there was nothing I didn’t participate in.
He’s a corps commander, and that’s why he’s hung up on a position like an intelligence officer, even though he has no ambition.
… Damn.
It reminds me of the days when I used to hit the jackpot.
I feel down.

“Ah, Camus.
Come to think of it, I heard about it from demons who were captured on the battlefield.
That… The illusionist’s favorite disciple is the unlucky demon who won the most runner-up in the tournament.
I don’t think he was a beauty pageant…
Did you say you were runner-up 22 times in just one competition?
He was second at the magic academy.
So, was his nickname Tutu or twins?
I heard there are demons like that!”

Hee hee!

“Oops!”

“Oh, sorry.
Haha, the words must have suddenly surprised me.”

I felt more down.
… This big tits bitch!
What are you doing in front of the party!
If your breasts are big, can you drive a nail into someone else’s chest?!
How dare you talk about Tutuni twins!

Do you know how difficult it is for a hypnotist to even make it to the runner-up in a head-to-head tournament?!
Fuck for real!
I mean, it’s magic, and I’ve learned all kinds of magic, even the Taoist magic of the Hwan Empire!

Casting mind-type magic on your opponent in front of your eyes means making fermented soybeans with chocolate.
What kind of idiot would take everything quietly like a punching bag?!
Die, resist and attack!

You can’t cast sonic magic on the cheers of the audience.
It’s an open space, so you can’t be hypnotized by the scent.
If you grab hold of it and try to hook it with your sense of touch, or if you try to grab it by the head, it will struggle.

At best, it would only be visually hypnotic, but if you look at the ground and cast wide-area magic, even that is useless.

In such a situation, a career like this is really amazing!!!!

So, like Master, I proudly collected plaques in front of the lab entrance.
Of course, there are times when people who come ask me where the championship trophy is, so it annoys me.
Because even my teacher couldn’t accomplish this feat.
It is a proud achievement for our genjutsu sect.

* * *

While chatting
The wagons turn around the hill and enter the valley.

“The road is rough from here.”

As we approached the refugee camp, the road became more difficult.
There is no road maintenance.
It’s close to the border, but it’s a bit far from the battlefield.
I didn’t feel the need to fix the road.
Roughly, war refugees and orphans are driven to the outskirts, and only tents and basic facilities are built for them to live or die there.
And a refugee camp located in a wasteland that is difficult to access from nearby farmland or villages.
In order to survive, refugees have no choice but to cultivate the land themselves.

“Still, Mr. Kamu has been food for the entourage and has been generously sharing supplies, so I came here comfortably.”

“You’re welcome.”

The hypnotic enhancer tasted good, right?
The attendants couldn’t taste the food covered with the hypnotic accelerator, and even frostbitten it.
What a savage people.
Big Breasts You also ate cookies with more hypnotic boosters than wheat flour?
Since I have big breasts, it’s so strange to have cookie powder on my breasts.
He’s usually wild, but unexpectedly, he resembles Master when he’s sloppy.
I want to shake it off quickly.

“Wow.
It looks like they’re asking to camp here today.”

A flag signal was raised at the forefront.
It means to stop

“… That’s strange.
Still on the road, why stop already?”

“… Come to think of it, the leader just turned the corner.
A little further would lead to flat land.”

Purreung.
The horse suddenly grunts.
Whoa.
What’s wrong with this guy?

As I was calming down, a paladin was running in front of me in a hurry.
He waved her arms and shouted something in an urgent voice.

“Is the road blocked?
I think they are telling you to pull the wagon back.”

“No, Mr. Camus.
This…”

Marianne gets up and goes to the driver’s seat.
His face is full of tension.
No way…

“It’s an assault!
Watch out everyone!
Do not get out of the carriage!”

Kurrureung!

As soon as he finished speaking, a rock rolled down from the cliff on the left.

Quaang!

Then he crushed the wagon behind me and blocked the road.

“Damn! What a beggarly terrain!”

On both sides, high and sloping cliffs form mountains, and stones roll over them.
The party can only move forward or backward.
Perhaps around the corner ahead, he felled a tree to block the road.
We are trapped

“It’s dangerous, Mr. Kamu!”

Tang! Taetaeng! Beep! Caang!

Arrows ricocheted off Marianne’s hastily deployed barrier.

“Wow!
Give me your blood and gold!”

“Chuckle!
You look like you have a lot!”

Bandit gangs were appearing here and there.

Sureungseureung!

“All paladins deploy their shields!
Surround the wagon!”

“Mr. Camus, stay hidden here!
I must join the party!”

“Marie, let’s go together!
It’s safer!”

I left the carriage and followed Marianne.
I only managed to pack one emergency backpack that I had prepared in advance in a hurry.

If it had been a simple bandit, he would have stayed there while guarding the wagon.

However, the moment he saw the arrowhead that was blocked by the shield and fell to the floor.
I felt some kind of certainty.

“These bastards don’t look like mere bandits!”

“I agree.
Maybe a deserter?
Maybe we are all in danger.”

The arrowhead that fell on the floor was a wide arrowhead for widening the wound.

Seeing that Marianne and I weren’t wearing armor, we switched arrowheads to open the wounds and shot them.

And for the heavily armed paladins who wore plate breastplates, helmets, and chain armor, they switched to pointed arrowheads with good penetrating power and shot crossbows.
How do you know?
You can tell from the fact that the arrows that fell on the floor are shorter than normal arrows.

What kind of bandit in the world snipers by switching arrows and arrowheads for each target?

I use regular arrows on my hunting bow, and hit them with volleys.
Besides, if it was a paladin equipped with this level of equipment, the bandit would not touch it.
First of all, I won’t surrender, the resistance is formidable, and I will definitely take revenge later.

And the equipment you have is not an ordinary bandit.

Hee hee!

“Kuuk!”

Courage!

One paladin was pierced by a crossbow and fell off his horse.
… That armor is a product I know.
It is a product famous for its profoundness and solidity since the days when I was in command of the corps.

Drill this? As a bandit weapon?
How would you have acquired it, and even if you acquired it, are there any parts, personnel, or skills to manage?

These medium to large crossbows are so expensive that even regular army crossbowmen can barely afford one.

… Something is going wrong.

Catch up!

Because of the narrow field of view, it is difficult to know how things are going.

“Aww! Mr Kamu!
What are you doing, come down!”

Shoo!

“Huh, let’s go over there and join them!”

He quickly climbed onto another wagon, checked where the Paladins were concentrated, and came back down.
An arrow flies past his head.

“Number of animals! Bow down!”

“Wow!”

He sees an arrow flying into Marianne’s head and presses her head to barely dodge it.
Ugh, how did I hold back my anger at that time!
Don’t get killed here!
It’s not going to be until we find all 6 members of the Demon King Assassination Team!

Tak-tak-tak!

The Paladins arrived at a place forming a circular square.
Marianne and I entered the circle.

“Sun God, protect his lambs!”

As the translucent blue membrane surrounded the group of paladins, bandits appeared with melee weapons.
It is to know that arrows no longer work.

“Rebekah, you are safe.”

“Camyu-nim! Good luck!”

Sister Rebekah grabbed me by the waist and hid behind my back.

The situation is a situation, so no one cares.

Clap clap clap

“As expected, the Holy Knights of the Cathedral.
Even if it’s a surprise attack, you can block it with this much damage.”

“Who are you! Reveal your identity!”

The bandit leader wearing leather armor appeared with applause.
The paladin, the captain of the escort, asks, pointing his sword at him.

“You guys, do you know who we are!
Do you think you’ll be scared even if you touch us!”

At the words of the escort captain, the bandit leader laughs bitterly and writes something on the parchment.

“Um, the Saint of the Sun and her companions on their way to the refugee camp are unfortunately attacked and killed by bandits.
Can we summarize this and report it?”

“Ha, how dare you… !”

This. We all knew who these guys were and attacked!

“Saintess! Keep your shield up!
Keep all Paladins in formation!
Just like this, walk to the rear and get out!”

If you just get over the rock blocking the back, you won’t be able to easily touch this level of troops who give up their burden and only defend.
The path between the cliffs is narrow, so enemies cannot attack at once.
If you go back and a few people block the road, resist, and untie the horse from the carriage to send a call…

“Oh, will that be?”

Whoops!

The bandit boss blew a whistle.

OK,

“Wow!”

“Saintess!”

Marianne was knocked down by her knife behind her.
One paladin broke the formation and hit Marianne.
Oops, I was taken by surprise!

“Chris, why are you?!”

Despite the desperate cry of the captain of the escort, the defenses were released, and crossbowmen were aiming at us from the top of the cliff.

“If you surrender, your life will be spared. Whoops.”

… How come this happened
What the heck