The mage couldn’t endure ten minutes and fainted. The orcs just instinctively thrust randomly into the mage, but they pickled her in pleasure with their physicals and numbers.
"Master. What should we do?"
"Lune, how do you feel? That aid at you."
"Mm.... It’s annoying, but I think I would’ve dodged right before getting hit, and most importantly, you saved , Master, so it’s fine. Hehe."
I patted Lune’s head, feeling proud. I wanted to fiddle with her ears, but I didn’t want to show Lune in heat to others.
"Your squad keeps doing Ras with that. A Ras-specialized unit."
Among the items to loot from Zabiyaba, I planned to arm them all as archers if there were suitable bows, but for now, giving shock and terror to the humans was important.
Thwack thwack thwack thwack.
The orcs were rcilessly venting their rage on the fainted mage. I left the orcs’ pounding sounds as they were and shouted to the humans.
"All who resist will beco like this! Regardless of age or gender!!"
At my threat, several n were completely deflated. Their creepy faces moving hands behind their backs made it too obvious what they were thinking.
"Thirty minutes is still a long way off, but can’t be helped. I’ll open the main gate now. If you want to leave, get lost from this city! If you don’t leave the city even after we exile you, your fate is only one."
Thwack thwack thwack thwack.
"You know what I an without saying it, right? Hehehe."
A mont later.
The majority of the 671 stood up and left the city under the orcs’ watch. And I scanned the roughly thirty humans who still hadn’t left. Most were adults, but the age range was really diverse.
"Why aren’t you guys leaving?"
"You said we could remain as city residents.... We no longer have the strength to go elsewhere."
An elderly man closed his eyes with a bitter face.
"If you’ll kill us, kill us."
"I’ll ask one last ti. You really won’t leave?"
"That’s right. Even if I die, I’ll die in my house."
At the man’s words, I nodded heavily. Most of the others seed the sa. Strangely, there were also several won estimated to be Lily’s age. Couldn’t they hear the thwacking sounds? I grabbed one and asked, and she bit her lip with a venomous look.
"...Even if I leave here, it’ll be the sa trying to settle down alone anyway."
"Aha. I see. Then everyone stand up, new residents of Ras Vegas."
At my order, the thirty humans awkwardly stood up. I pointed to the houses and declared to them.
"From now on, you’ll stand in front of your houses. We won’t touch those houses."
"...What does that an?"
"Exactly what I said."
I spread both arms and pointed to the entire village.
"Our kids will settle into the empty houses one by one."
One house per household.
Starting with Lune, Eila, and entering the largest mansion, the Ras army occupied one empty house each in order of birth.
"Y-you really won’t take our houses?"
"Making say it twice. Hey, we’ve got empty houses overflowing right now?"
I first divided houses among my subordinates. Most houses had one or two rooms, and the orcs quickly adapted to human living conditions. Everyone seed awkward but much happier.
’Well, it’s better than Gremory’s dungeon.’
The places humans lived were much better than shabby dirt or shit pits. Though about thirty humans refused to leave the village, it was a waste to kill them.
So I took the thirty humans around to understand Zabiyaba’s structure.
"Where’s the food storage?"
"This way...."
A bit away from the governnt office near the river, beneath the windmill where the waterwheel turned, harvested wheat and grains were piled up. There was also a at storage near the slaughterhouse. Though the amount inside wasn’t much.
"What do you usually eat when there’s only wheat?"
"Sotis we bake bread.... or dig up and eat potatoes...."
"Got it. Don’t say more."
dieval serf-level food culture. We who party with sli sli can’t really talk, but stamina was essential for enjoyable Ras.
"Have you guys ever eaten roasted harpy eggs?"
"...What?"
"I’ll let you eat so soon. There’s no delicacy like frying them crispy in oil and putting them between bread."
After various experints with supplies plundered from the slash-and-burn village, that was the tastiest. Though we ate it all up not long after.
Food procurent done. The staple was grains and vegetables harvested from fields outside the fence, and self-sufficiency was virtually impossible without continuing to farm. I led the residents elsewhere.
"The armory?"
"The guards know. We... don’t know."
"Yeah? That’s a sha."
I slaughtered all the guards who resisted, stripped all their equipnt, and threw them as sli dragon food. Guards who gave up resistance and surrendered properly returned their equipnt and left the city together.
"Eila, take squad mbers and find the guard post. And with the equipnt there, starting with squad leaders, outfit the orcs who still don’t have equipnt."
"Yes. I’ll resolve it quickly."
Eila bowed wearing pretty decent guard captain-level leather armor. The original guard captain was crushed into pulp by turning him into a person-pancake, and instead Eila stole armor from another small-frad soldier to wear.
Not just Eila but other subordinates too. Large orcs like wore upper body nude with only protective gear, but at least the condition was much better equipped than before.
After giving Eila instructions, I asked about the last facility to check.
"Then is there a fabric shop? You said weaving is the city’s main specialty industry."
"...There is one."
The middle-aged man scanned up and down, asuring my body. I imdiately pulled Lune over to clear up the misunderstanding.
"Clothes for her and that lady knight to wear normally."
"Ah. ...If it’s ladies’ clothes, we have plenty."
"Good."
I couldn’t have them keep washing and using slis forever, right? No matter how sturdy the clothes made according to evolution, if you wear the sa outfit from daily life to combat—even in bed, you’ll get tired of it.
"Then among you, is there a weaver or soone who worked in that field? I need to make sothing."
"...I was the guild master."
"...? You’re a more impressive person than I thought. But why didn’t you run away?"
"I couldn’t abandon the facility holding my life’s work.... If you burn it, I’ll burn to death inside too though."
I thought he remained out of craftsman spirit. Feeling it worked out well, I pulled out a feather from inside my clothes.
"Can you make clothes with this?"
"If it’s the style of weaving feathers into thread yarn.... The material looks quite good, but this amount is nowhere near enough. To weave at least one dress, you’d need hundreds more of these feathers."
"Yeah? So that’s how it is."
I’m plucking all the Andras from today. I gave the old man instructions.
"From today, you’ll contribute to our legion’s clothing production. Make clothes using these feathers. Sa for the residents behind you. Whatever your original livelihood, from today you’re in the clothing business. I won’t take objections."
"...Is that an order?"
"Of course. From the mont you beca a resident of a demon city, you should’ve anticipated this much. Heh. It’s nothing. Right. Make up to the amount I direct, and if you make more than that...."
I waved the feather in front of the old man.
"Our human subordinates will take you as representative and sell it in other cities."
"What?"
The old man was flustered. I tucked the feather into the old man’s chest.
"Just making and wearing it would be a waste, wouldn’t it? If there’s enough material and you make a lot, you can sell it expensively. Does it lack comrcial value?"
"N-no! You could make luxury dresses, or make it as decorative items and they’d sell well. You could put feathers in cushions or blankets too. But...how would orcs sell goods to the human alliance...?"
"Whether human or demon doesn’t matter. We can do anything that makes money and helps our legion. The most important thing in this city is...."
I tapped my chest.
"Ras."
"What?"
"Correction. Sex."
"...What?"
The old man’s expression turned pale. Indescribable fear and shock settled on his face.
"Whether human, orc, or elf, even any species, this will beco a city where you can freely make love. Well...of course that’s limited to city residents, and doesn’t apply to enemies or prisoners."
I pointed to the village square. At the table temporarily set up at the fountain, the mage was mounted and getting pounded by orcs.
Thwack, thwack thwack.
Not just Lune’s squad mbers, but orcs from other squads also brushed past the mage once after finishing their duties.
Their clothes and armant had greatly advanced from primitive tribal level, wearing the guards’ outfits and weapons as they were.
The orcs who’d beco proper soldiers thoroughly touched only the prisoner mage placed in the middle of the square, and never touched humans who chose to beco residents.
Even when I toured Zabiyaba with residents and encountered patrolling orcs, the orcs faithfully perford their duty of collecting supplies from empty houses and storing them in warehouses without threatening.
Rather, the widowed won gave looks to Percival and Gareth. Whoever’s sons they were, stealing widows’ hearts with handso looks was easy.
"Ahem. Anyway, I’m generous to my allies, but rciless to enemies who try to kill or take what’s mine. The fight between the Demon King’s army and human alliance doesn’t matter. What I’m interested in is...."
I pushed my thumb between my index and middle fingers, pulled Lune close and groped her chest.
"Just eating and sleeping with pretty won."
"...You’re really not like an orc."
"You can tell by looking."
I tapped my lower belly.
"Oh right. Among spare clothes, are there any I could wear? If it’s the size of nobles with fat all over, I could wear it loosely."
"...There’s nothing like that."
"Tsk."
I was genuinely disappointed. I led the residents around confirming the village facilities again. Single-room log cabins alone reached nearly 300, and there were about 50 two-story or brick houses centered on the governnt office.
"Then rest today. Well...running away during the night doesn’t matter, but if you try to set fires or harm our legion, I’ll kill you imdiately. If you’re gonna bolt, report ’I’m leaving this village!’ Don’t make annoyed."
When I finished speaking, the old man asked back with a genuinely dumbfounded face.
"...Is this really the end? You won’t burn and eat human corpses, or gang-rape then slaughter us, or work us to death as slaves? Or actually call a dark mage to cut open our chests, pull out our hearts, and perform a ritual to summon high-ranking demons?"
"We don’t do that to civilians. Of course, if you commit treason, we’ll do equivalent things. Why? Want to? We’re planning to call a dark mage anyway, should I do that?"
"N-no. ...Then, what should we do starting tomorrow?"
I scanned the residents trailing behind the old man with my eyes. They were all following the old man and , gauging the true aning of my words.
"Supplies will arrive tonight. Work with those. Oh right. Out of concern...."
I threatened first.
"Those who want to do it with orcs can invite them to their houses separately and do it? Kuhehe."
"...."
The won’s faces soured. Most seed full of disgust about acts with monsters. However.
"...."
So older-looking won swallowed and glanced at passing orcs. Excluding green skin, they were all muscular warriors.
"You guys still seem to misunderstand.... Don’t just think of us as demons. My legion is."
I smiled savagely at the residents.
"Just like barbarians who ca to plunder your city."
If we could defend the city, we’d beco an occupation force, and if we couldn’t defend it....
’We’ll plunder everything including people.’
Ras Vegas didn’t absolutely have to be this place, right? And there had to be people making clothes. I held up spare Andras feathers to the sky. The Andras feathers reflected in sunlight turned translucently.
"Our legion color is black from today."
Black, where skin shows through.
"Master, what are you planning to make with that?"
"Your panties."
"...."
Black see-through panties are a critical matter.
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