Eat, Ras, sleep. Eat, Ras, sleep.
About a week passed with that routine on repeat.
Our legion’s power was growing day by day. There weren’t any huge changes, but the overall quality and quantity of our forces had improved, and we’d gotten strong enough that I felt confident we could fight a full-scale war against a barony.
"So for now, we’re leaving the barony alone."
My subordinates looked a bit confused at my announcent. Eila, who’d been training the army for a full-scale assault, seed especially disappointed.
"Weren’t you planning to invade the barony and have your way with the baroness? As far as I know, Baroness Virgo is still a virgin."
"I’m not so crazy bastard who goes nuts at the sight of every virgin. I’m not gonna waste my energy trying to sample every virgin in this world."
My answer made the other subordinates’ eyes widen. Sure, if there were virgins among the prisoners we captured or subordinates we recruited, I could take them anyti, but I couldn’t afford to lose bigger gains just chasing fish outside my pond.
"The barony needs to stay just the way it is. ri, how’s Project Avalon coming along?"
"Yes. We’re finally opening for business tomorrow. Gray’s been helping out pretty actively."
Knight Gray Cancer.
My son-in-law, Harpuia’s husband, and Andras’s personal dildo—he was a spy for our Ras forces who’d infiltrated the human world. And that spy had done an excellent job laying the groundwork for expanding the legion’s influence.
"Gremory, how are the fairies doing with their prep?"
"I got them all dolled up to deliver shock and awe, just like you said. They’ve all been fully ’developed’ for that side of things, so there won’t be any problems. Any who resist... well, they’ll get eaten alive from the inside and die. Hehe."
Gremory laughed low with sinister eyes. The fairies had beco part of our legion through Ras, but there was a high chance they might betray us due to past connections or so other reason.
So we had to take a certain asure, and as the ans for that, Gremory proposed directly implanting Scar Theology—which she’d birthed from her own belly—into the fairies’ leader.
"It’s about creating the male fantasy, right? Fairies don’t poop! Sothing like that? Hehe."
"They still piss though."
"There’ll be crazy bastards who think that’s a reward, won’t there? And aren’t those kinds of guys exactly the talent the Ras forces need?"
"...It’s even scarier because it’s probably true."
Like Fast Jack had been, if they were open to that kind of thing, they might not have much resistance to fooling around with monsters either. And if those types got lured in by the fairies and sucked into Avalon, their vitality would naturally get drained by the succubi.
"ri, give the fairies a heads-up. Even if it happens, absolutely no anal play. If Scar Theology gets discovered, it’s ga over."
"It’s positioned so deep that even you couldn’t reach it, Dad, so don’t worry. And wouldn’t banning it outright go against the Free Ras Principle?"
"...Then tell them to manage it carefully."
The fairies would handle custor service and guide them, but there were bound to be nasty troublemakers who’d want to have their way with the fairies right then and there.
’Wonder if those human bastards can even satisfy the fairies though.’
These were Ras pros who’d already experienced multi-on-one action with sturdy orcs as the baseline. They might not match the succubi’s technique, but their vigor and spirit were on par with the succubi.
"So today, ri and the fairies will enter Spica Castle. To avoid suspicion, use the sli dragons to dig through the ground and start from a location about a day’s distance away. Li will personally lead the sli dragons back."
"Li’s asking whether to make the path to Ras Vegas or Ras Village?"
"Ras Vegas for now."
Until a portal was created, they’d have to travel through deep underground tunnels.
"Alright then, I’m counting on you. Go show those humans what shock and awe really ans."
"Of course."
ri stood up and showed off what she was wearing. The suit the union boss had painstakingly dressed ri in featured a white shirt that emphasized her chest and impressive frills. ri’s vest started buttoning only below her chest—an outfit that blatantly showed off her bust.
"I’ll show them an overwhelming difference."
***
ri left with the fairies using the underground passage. Li personally led the sli dragons to dig the path so ri could pass through safely without arousing suspicion.
"Is that what they call a mother’s heart?"
"...Was ri a slifolk?"
Shaitan frowned as she stared intently at ri, who looked completely human no matter how you looked at her. I figured it was understandable to be confused, so I corrected myself.
"No. Li ate the ones who had that relationship when she beca humanoid."
Strictly speaking, since she’d eaten both mother and daughter, Li was both a mother and sister to ri, relationship-wise. The similar facial features and overwhelming bust proved it.
"A sli who used to be just a sli ate the daughter and beca a slifolk, and when she ate the mom to solidify her female form, she ended up like that. Hehe."
"What about ri then?"
"ri’s what ca out when that mom got knocked up."
"..."
Shaitan looked at with a stiff expression and opened her mouth. I gulped, wondering if I’d screwed up again sohow.
"As expected of Master. Master must have pursued efficiency to the extre and that’s how it happened. I understand."
"Y-yeah, that’s right."
"But Master, I’m curious about sothing. Was Li just a sli summoned from the Demon King’s Army?"
"...No? She was originally living here?"
"...."
Shaitan’s expression froze. She even broke out in a sweat, licking her lips like she was worried about sothing.
"What’s wrong all of a sudden? Now you’re making nervous."
"...N-no. I just suddenly rembered sothing I heard before."
"Tell what it is. Now you’ve got worried too."
"...When Lord Baal abandoned his dungeon and fled in the past, he lost what you could call a direct descendant—a granddaughter."
"So you’re saying Li is Baal’s descendant? Co on, that’s ridiculous."
I told her about when I seized the sli dungeon. Li was just a 1-star sli who’d submitted to , and I’d recruited her as my first subordinate simply because she had a high rank. And while there were plenty of other slis, I’d killed them all.
"There was a sli dragon in the dungeon’s center, and the magic stone I pulled out after beating it down beca the summoning facility’s magic stone. Shaitan."
I stomped my foot on the ground.
"There were a thousand sli dragons on basent level 1. If there were more levels above and below, the number of slis in this dungeon would be beyond imagination. And you’re saying Li beat the one-in-a-thousand odds and is Baal’s granddaughter? Co on, that’s ridiculous."
"...Right? It’s just my unnecessary worry, isn’t it?"
"Hehe, you know why you’re worrying unnecessarily?"
I pulled Shaitan’s waist close and stroked her seal with my hand. Shaitan imdiately disard as I caressed her belly where the Seal of Wrath was engraved, and she leaned against gently while purring.
"You thought noble bloodline was your exclusive thing, but if Li has it too, it feels like it’s being taken away, so you’re jealous, aren’t you?"
"You’re overthinking it."
Shaitan grumbled and poked my belly with her finger. I traced the seal—a more sensitive erogenous zone than her chest or below—with my hand and kissed her horn.
"Let’s say that’s it."
"I said it’s not."
"Yeah, yeah. Got it."
"...Master, I’m going to get revenge in a dream soon."
Shaitan fiddled with the front of my pants, then looked up with a lick of her lips.
"...But Master, is there any play you’d like?"
Shaitan really was an angel. Oh wait, would that be an insult? I glanced over Shaitan’s suited appearance, then whispered quietly to her.
"Wedding dress honeymoon pounding."
"...."
Shaitan said nothing, but her tail stood straight up. She’d probably appear in a dream soon, and I’d be on a honeymoon with Shaitan.
’Truly a dream-like situation.’
The materialization of sexual fantasies hidden inside humans.
That was the reality of Project Avalon.
***
[A little later, Spica Castle.]
"Is this person truly trustworthy? Is there no doubt about their identity?"
"Of course. So please calm down, Baroness."
Gray found the anxious baroness both cute and pathetic. The barony’s biggest problem was definitely the manpower shortage, but the baroness was still fretting about money problems. In that sense, soone wanting to purchase a building in Spica Castle—where people were leaving—with a huge premium at that, was soone the baroness needed to rush out to et in her socks.
"Did you look into their background?"
"There wasn’t ti for that. ...I suspect it’s a newly created rchant company secretly made by the capital."
Gray made up a story that would satisfy the baroness. For parts the Ras forces couldn’t realistically prepare, Gray used his smooth talking to gently manipulate the baroness so she’d overlook them.
"Perhaps it’s an illegitimate child of so prestigious noble family. ...No matter how bad things are right now, isn’t this place better for survival than the front lines?"
"Like you?"
"Like ."
The baroness nodded heavily. Fortunately, the baroness trusted Gray’s judgnt.
Surely whoever’s newly coming to Spica Castle is trying to settle here to survive.
There was an unspoken understanding among those specialized in survival. No matter how much the barony was in turmoil from repeated defeats, most people still couldn’t leave the territory, except for a hasty few. And especially the refugees from Zabiyaba were still desperately trying to get into Spica Castle’s inner walls by bribing guards or selling their bodies.
Murmur murmur.
The sound of people buzzing ca from outside the castle gate. The baroness took a deep breath and ordered the guards to open the inner gate.
"Open the gate--!"
With the guard captain’s booming command, the gate inside Spica Castle opened wide. The baroness was anxious that radicals might rush out when the rchant company mbers entered.
"What the."
But that didn’t happen. It couldn’t happen. Everyone in Spica Castle, regardless of age or gender, couldn’t help but be shocked when they saw the woman entering through the gate and the won behind her.
"Th-that, that...!"
The old knight standing behind the baroness blushed and showed discomfort. He was grumbling, but his body honestly bent slightly at the waist. Only Gray calmly greeted the pink-haired woman at the front.
"A pleasure to et you, Lady ri."
"It’s been a while, Sir Gray. This person is...?"
"I am sufficiently known as the baroness. I am Baroness Virgo."
The baroness extended her hand to ri. With overwhelming chest armor bigger than a person’s head and refined-looking clothes showing it off, the baroness felt self-conscious about her own plain outfit. Especially those black clothes below ri’s short skirt that revealed the shape of her legs—she should look away but couldn’t.
"U-um...."
"It’s an honor to et you, Baroness. I’m ri, the person in charge of the [Avalon] rchant company. My surna...is difficult to share. Hoho."
ri smiled faintly and pointed to the won following behind. They all carried thick, large backpacks like adventurers, but their outfits were quite different.
"Wh-what are those...?"
"These are our company’s main products for sale."
"...Them?"
The baroness frowned as she looked at the won with rabbit-like headbands. While she was relieved they were all won, their outfits were so indecent it would have been more modest if they wore just underwear.
"What are these? You’re not actually selling flowers or anything like that, right?"
"...Hoho, they sell dreams. Our business isn’t that vulgar."
ri gestured to a nearby employee—a bunny girl—to pull out an item.
"This is a gift."
"...."
Inside the black paper box packaging was a thin piece of fabric. The baroness held the palm-sized item and had to think for quite a while.
"...What is this?"
"Hoho."
ri lightly tugged on the area below her thigh with her hand. What looked like thin black fabric stretched out, then snapped elastically back to its original form when ri let go.
"These are called stockings."
It was the beginning of the [Stocking Shock] that would cause an explosive trend across the entire continent.
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