"High-grade magic stone, you’re mine!"
"Please stop saying weird things and just hand it over. I’ll keep it safe."
The total number of high-grade magic stones our legion had secured so far was four. Two of them had been obtained through wide-area Seizure Battles, and the remaining two had been produced through Lucifer.
"Is Ras really the answer?"
"Who knows. If simply climaxing were enough to produce a high-grade stone, why would there be a probability at all?"
"Right? Haha, it’s not like coming extra hard increases the odds of getting a high-grade stone. No way that’s how it works."
If the quality of the magic stone depended on the intensity of the climax, I was confident I could extract highest-grade stones from my won every single day.
"Still, getting one is a relief. Flauros, release all of Lucifer’s restraints. And make sure she can’t leave this place. I’m giving her 24 hours of freedom."
She’d produced a high-grade magic stone, so she deserved a reward for that effort. I unfastened the restraints on Lucifer’s wrists and ankles. The collar was still on, though.
"Hm? Shaitan, what are you looking for?"
"I’m looking for clothes to put on her. Just a mont, please."
Shaitan darted off sowhere and ca back with an armful of clothing. Lucifer was already clean and fresh from going through the root spin cycle, and Shaitan was now trying various outfits on her.
"Hehe, how about this?"
"...That’s Shaitan for you."
What would Lucifer think when she woke up and saw herself? Shaitan and I dressed her in the clothes one piece at a ti. Once we were done, I couldn’t help but swallow hard.
"A blonde maid...!"
"And she even has the ’fallen angel who lost her wings’ attribute."
"Amazing; wait. An angel who lost her wings?"
"Yes. Lucifer’s mother was a celestial. Perhaps the Goddess punished the celestial who received Father’s grace and laid an egg; the celestial who laid the egg died, and Lucifer had her wings taken away."
"...Hmm."
Sothing slled off. Shaitan noticed my expression turning serious and cautiously broached the subject.
"Master, about that dream from last ti..."
"Later. I need to verify at least three cases before drawing any conclusions."
The species I had secured so far were succubus and fallen angel.
’A succubus’s virgin blood and the wings of a fallen angel who lost hers. Maybe I do need to reincarnate them after all.’
"Shaitan. Is it possible to make her produce a normal offspring instead of a magic stone?"
"It’s possible. But then she’d never be able to produce magic stones again. I can make so adjustnts to Lord Estu’s magic, but reversing it would be impossible."
"So it’s an either-or choice."
Reincarnate her to make the dicine, or keep having her produce magic stones.
"A branching route. The Goddess’s path or the Demon King’s."
Gather all seven Seals, which might yield the ingredients the Goddess ntioned, and create an aphrodisiac that would keep the Demon King climaxing for 24 hours; or marry the Demon King’s daughter and turn the other sisters into her handmaidens.
"...Shaitan, what’s your take?"
"I am on your side, Master."
"Right. Of course. I almost wavered there for nothing. The path I walk is the path."
If I just followed wherever my dick pointed, the answer would co eventually.
"When Lucifer wakes up, take her around starting tomorrow and show her how our legion is structured. Whether you use her as a handmaiden or a slave, that’s up to you. I’ll co by once a day to farm magic stones."
"Master, are you truly certain you don’t need my help?"
Shaitan grabbed my collar and rolled her eyes. She had been serving many roles as a dependable adjutant during the Seizure Battles, but this ti, it wasn’t Shaitan’s turn.
"I’m sorry, but I need you to stay in the rear and coordinate the two fronts."
The Ras Vegas division under my direct command, and Gremory’s division on the Allocen front. Shaitan needed to manage the dungeon between the two, farming magic stones and materials from the sub-dungeons and handling logistics.
"...Master, then if Lucifer eventually becos like soday, would you assign her this role too?"
"Why? Hehe, you want to hand things off to Lucifer and stay by my side?"
"That’s right."
"...You’re serious."
I pulled Shaitan into my arms. Unlike Shaitan’s human form, she had wings, horns, and a tail, but this was Shaitan’s true self.
Thump, thump.
And from her heart, beating without pretense, I could feel Shaitan’s sincerity. Shaitan pressed a hand against her swelling chest and smiled at .
"I always want to be by your side, Master... but it’s a sha we sotis have to be apart. It makes resentful sotis."
"Of what?"
"I wonder what it would have been like if I had been the first one you ever summoned."
"...Then you probably would’ve gotten rid of Lune and everyone else, wouldn’t you?"
It was a rather cruel thing to say, but Shaitan just grinned and said nothing. I stroked her hair and horns and kissed the top of her head.
"Once we conquer the world soday, we’ll delegate everything to the underlings. And then we’ll all go sowhere together. Yeah, an island would be nice."
"And you’d call it Rastopia?"
"That’s right. A paradise of love that only I and my wives can enter."
A kingdom of my own, subject to no one’s rule. In a world where I am the truth and I am the law, I would shower my love wherever I pleased without a single soul watching.
"I see... Then I should prepare a dowry too..."
Shaitan held my face in her hands and smiled seductively.
"Six handmaidens who look like , are beautiful, and are good in bed. I’m bringing them as my dowry. Refusal is refused."
Shaitan and I closed our eyes as if on cue. In the dark world, purple lavender smoke began to drift.
***
[At that mont, the Barony’s scouting party encampnt near Ras Vegas.]
"Damn, another uneventful night."
The commander of the Barony’s scouting party, "Aiga Anzoa," extinguished the small campfire he’d lit. They had set up a surveillance outpost in a position invisible from enemy lines, but in an ergency, the enemy could spot the light and launch a surprise attack.
"Commander, they’re not coming anyway. Can’t we keep the fire going? It’s freezing."
"Shut it. How would you know what the monsters are thinking?"
Commander Aiga Anzoa dismissed his subordinates’ complaints. Naturally, dissatisfaction began to show on their faces.
"Not a single monster has ever co here."
"It’s way too cold, sir. We need at least a small fla to warm our hands."
"Just because they haven’t co before doesn’t an they won’t show up today. And if you’re cold, wear the stuff I brought. I gave everyone two pairs last ti, didn’t I?"
The scout commander lifted the hem of his pants slightly. Wrapped around his ankles were two layers of stockings, proudly on display.
"Ugh, how can a man wear sothing like that?"
"Commander, I heard those are woven from monster fur. There could be so kind of unholy energy lurking in them."
"You little punks, you’re whining about freezing but doing everything you can to avoid wearing them. Fine, whatever. Let’s wait about 30 minutes, and if nothing happens by then, we’ll light the fire."
Having partially accommodated his subordinates’ complaints, he resolved to keep his eyes on enemy lines all night for their sake. The soldiers were puzzled by their scout commander’s boundless energy, especially given that he was older than most of them.
"Commander, did you eat sothing good on your day off yesterday?"
"Hehe, I did have sothing good, you could say."
Commander Aiga Anzoa made a ring with his fingers and jabbed his other finger in and out of it. At his explicit gesture, his subordinates’ ears perked up.
"Who was it? That widow you said you had your eye on?"
"The commander doesn’t have that kind of guts. He probably sweet-talked so pretty refugee girl from Zabiyaba into a one-night stand."
"You punks, do you even know where I went?"
The commander pulled out a crumpled piece of paper from his breast pocket. The subordinates’ eyes went wide at the sight of sothing they’d only heard rumors about.
"A coupon book!"
"Ah yes, this is the coupon issued by the nightti Avalon. And on it... ta-da!"
The commander opened the coupon. Stamped on it were two small seals bearing the symbol of the Avalon Company, alongside a red lipstick kiss mark.
"Hehe, the fairy was delicious. I might just marry a fairy."
"Commander, that’s all just a sales tactic. Has a fairy ever actually called you by na and said she loves you?"
"You fool, do you have any idea how powerful physical attachnt is? You stamp this thing ten tis by pounding away, and it opens right up."
"...How is that any different from paying for it?"
"You idiot. You think I paid money for a woman?"
The commander straightened his face and smacked his subordinate on the head.
"The only money you spend at the nightti Avalon is on drinks and snacks. It’s not a ripoff; it’s cheaper and tastier than any tavern in the castle district. You guys haven’t even tried the food there, have you? One out of every ten people cos to the nightti Avalon just for the als."
"And the other nine?"
"They’re all hell-bent on wooing a fairy. And then, the one who catches a fairy’s eye... hehehe."
Commander Aiga Anzoa clapped his hands and laughed lecherously.
"You guys, can any of you even talk to a woman properly? You can’t buy those fairies with money. So guy offered a fairy 10 gold to sleep with her, and ended up with those 10 gold shoved up his rear."
"...I think I heard about that too. Weren’t they adventurers from out of town?"
"Just guys who were used to buying won elsewhere getting taught a lesson. Who would’ve guessed? Turns out they were all retired adventurers. Hehe, trained won really do have better insides too... Wait."
The commander, who had been cracking jokes, suddenly changed his expression entirely.
"Everyone quiet. Sothing’s happening at the enemy position."
At the commander’s order, his n imdiately turned their eyes toward enemy lines. The commander swallowed hard at the sight of a force erging through the eastern fence of Zabiyaba.
"...Damn. I knew yesterday’s luck was too good to be true."
The commander frowned as he prayed over his coupon. The black bird-headed monsters erging to the east numbered well over 100 by visual estimate alone.
"M-Maybe they’re just on a scouting run?"
"I’d like to think so, but..."
The commander ground his teeth as he watched the Andras units moving in formation. They began a night march northward, toward the bridge leading to Spica Castle.
"Those bastards, don’t tell they’re trying to attack Spica Castle?"
Monts later, an urgent alert rang through Spica Castle.
[Approximately 100 monsters known as "Andras" are heading north.]
All of Spica Castle was placed on high alert.
***
[Around 1:00 AM, Ras Vegas.]
"Master, your mouth slls like Shaitan, and your bat slls like Lucifer!"
"I did the deed. Got one high-grade magic stone out of it."
"Wow! So there are only three left?"
"That’s right. Three more steps until Shax’s revival."
Lune giggled with delight and congratulated my gacha luck. Eila, clad in silver armor with a green cape draped over her shoulders, looked at in disbelief.
"You said you had urgent business and left..."
"Didn’t I say I was going to test my luck? I pulled a high-grade magic stone. This war is our victory. Because I’m lucky."
"What would you have done if your luck had been bad? If you’d gotten a lowest-grade stone?"
"I would’ve figured today wasn’t the day and called off the whole operation."
"...The Andras and the Andras units are currently on the march, sir."
"Training should always be done like a real operation anyway. If another auspicious day cos along, then we’ll..."
It was a joke, but Eila’s expression hardened. Thinking about it from the perspective of both the rank-and-file soldiers and the officers, what I’d said was admittedly insane.
"I’m sorry. That was thoughtless of . You all must have spent so much ti preparing for this."
"I’m fine. But the residents of Ras Vegas will probably develop so feelings about you, Master."
"It’s a joke, a joke. As if I’d make everyone run around for nothing. Especially on a night like this."
The night sky was clear without a single cloud, the stars twinkling brightly. Once swallowed by the darkness, no one without excellent night vision would be able to spot our advance easily.
"One last thing to check. Shaitan, how’s the Allocen front?"
[We’re still in a standoff. After several engagents, they haven’t been able to enter the dungeon easily. There are wounded, but fortunately no serious injuries.]
The rear theater was in a stalemate. I needed to eliminate the threat before quickly, then move on to the Allocen front and avenge the trolls.
"Good enough. Tell Gremory this: I’m going to swallow the entire barony, so she’d better hold the rear at all costs."
[A ssage from Lady Gremory: "I’ll watch your rear, so don’t worry." ...Those really are Lady Gremory’s exact words.]
"...Fine, and tell her to watch her own body too."
Having a reliable subordinate definitely put my mind at ease. Now it was ti to deploy the rest of my forces and execute the operation.
"Ras Legion, operation comnce."
When this battle was over, there would be so many firsts for the entire continent, in every sense of the word. Eila, having received my baton of command, raised the standard high into the sky.
"Operation codena: [Ada Bomber] is now underway."
A first for the Demon King’s Army, and a first for the entire world.
The whole world would witness a dungeon lord, a legion commander, swallowing a human kingdom’s barony whole.
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