After our rather wonderful interlude, I decided it was ti for a proper bath.
Tensei, of course, was ordered to wash as his first assignnt. Though, I’ve ordered him to do so many tis in the past, this ti he had no power to refuse.
Aaaaaand we may or may not have ended up fucking again against the marbled stones of the bath basin, with water flowing around us while I clung to his shoulders and moaned breathlessly into his ear.
Yeah, details like that were starting to blur together. Did we, or did we not fuck again?
Anyway, we finished bathing, so I was clean at last!
I decided to choose one of my favorite outfits for the infiltration ahead.
A length of dark, matte cloth wound tightly around my upper body; it was sleeveless and hugging my flat chest and narrow waist like my second skin, leaving my arms and midriff exposed.
It was simple and practical, but also perfectly suited to movent.
Below that I wore a pair of dark, close-fitting breeches, which were cut outrageously high on the thigh, far shorter than any respectable garnt had any right to be.
The fabric clung to my hips and the tops of my legs, ending well above the middle of my thigh so that every step showed the smooth expanse of my skin, from hip to the curve just below my ass.
In any other kingdom, such clothing might raise eyebrows. But in the sensual kingdom of Shishi-no-su, it was just another garb.
And out in the Whispering Wilds it would simply help move comfortably.
Shortly, Tensei and I left the office together.
As we walked, a thick coil of black fog rose around us, swallowing light and sound. And when it parted again, my cool stone chamber was gone.
We stood now in the Wilds; an island holding the vast and untad forest region that cradled Verdant Spire at its heart.
The sun blazed high overhead, for it was midday here, even though evening had already begun to settle back in my own ho.
The atmosphere here was thick with heat, staying heavy and sticky against my skin.
Grasses, the height of my knee (at least they reached MY short knees), brushed my bare legs, swaying in a woozy, hot breeze.
The plain stretched wide around us, being mostly open, dotted here and there with lone twisted trees that looked like they had been struck by lightning and left to wither.
We were eighteen, or perhaps, twenty miles from the Spire itself; we were still on the outermost edge of Amazon territory, but far enough that no casual patrol should spot us right away.
Fifteen beastkin spies were already waiting there for us.
The mont they saw they dropped to their knees in perfect unison.
"Silver-sama! Welco!"
I flipped my wrist idly to gesture "stand," and they all rose at once.
As a matter of fact, they would have stayed kneeling there until nightfall, if I didn’t say anything.
After the greetings, I began to glance around, with my eyes narrowing toward the distant line of the dense and erald forest which marked the true beginning of Amazon land.
"So this is as far as you all go?" I asked.
Tensei sloped his head in response.
"Hai. We did attempt to press farther inward a few days ago," he explained, with his voice calm as ever. "But we very nearly lost one of our own. A magical attack suddenly struck without warning."
"Really?" A small, genuine pang of concern twisted in my chest. "Is the agent all right?"
In reply, they brought them forward to .
It was a deer-girl, so slender and graceful even in injury.
Her right arm ended just below the elbow, with the stump wrapped in clean bandages. The wound looked clean, quite precise and a bit fresh.
"Did the attack take her entire arm?" I asked quietly, studying the injury.
It was a really clean cut, as if it got chiseled out in a flash.
"Yes, Silver-sama," the deer-girl answered, bowing her head. Her voice was steady despite the obvious pain. "However, this is nothing at all, compared to the sacrifices greater heroes have made before . To be wounded in service to our nation is a source of joy to , not sorrow."
I sighed softly, still looking at the injury.
Then I reached out and briefly touched her remaining hand, and gave it a brief squeeze.
I sympathized with the hurt agent. Truly, I did.
The neat, rciless stump of her arm was a grim reminder of how ruthless Amazon magic could be.
There was almost no redy for wounds inflicted by the magic; even sothing as minor as what she had suffered would require a mage of truly exceptional skill, imnse magic power reserves, and more than just a little luck to even begin healing it properly—and even then, success was never guaranteed.
"Rest and recover, okay?" I told her quietly. "You’ve done enough."
Then I turned to the rest of them.
"I’ll be going on from here."
Tensei’s voice ca imdiately, laced with distinctive concern.
"Are you still going to do it, Silver-sama?"
I turned my head just enough to flash him a sharp, teasing grin.
"I’ve told you not to underestimate , you sex slave."
The word landed like a stone dropped into still water.
Every single beastkin agent there winced, with their cheeks flushing crimson in that instant.
So looked away shyly, their beast ears twitching furiously; others stared at the ground as though it was threatening to swallow them.
Even the deer-girl’s face turned scarlet, with her single hand rising instinctively to scratch her cheek. And Tensei too—my supposedly stoic and composed sex slave—he couldn’t quite hide the faint flushing along the tops of his hominoid ears.
Ah, yes. Now that I looked at all of them; I’ve fucked everyone here, haven’t I?
Every last one of them.
A sha though; that deer-girl was particularly good with her fingers. I’ll definitely find a way to fix her when we get back.
Lily-chan could know a spell or two.
"..."
I let the silence stretch for a lovely heartbeat, savoring the embarrassnt radiating off them in waves, before continuing in a deliberately light tone.
"Listen to ," I said, "Even if I get hurt... or even if I get caught... I’ll quickly relay whatever information I find back to you before I perish. Understand?"
"Wha—?!" Tensei’s composure cracked instantly, with his voice almost growing into a shout. "P... Please, do not say such distressing words, Silver-sama! You have only been our chief for about seventy years? We still have so much to learn from you...!"
As the other agents fell into their own mumbles, in order to convince otherwise, I couldn’t help but tilt my head and tenderly smile at them.
I took in the manner of how every single face of theirs was twisted with deep worry.
"C’mon, don’t be selfish," I scolded them gently. "Shishi-no-su always cos first. Everything else follows after. And as an agent, you should ingrain that truth into your very soul. If I die for the kingdom, you should celebrate , not sulk... Besides, aren’t I too involved in the novel already, to die like an unpopular rat?"
I raised one small hand in a casual wave. "Well... I’m off!"
And then I completely vanished.
To their eyes, at least.
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