Chapter 1239 – 1239. The Dark Moon
The body, which had been a human until just now, became pieces of meat and polluted everywhere. I spoke to the trembling prostitutes and bodyguards.
“Ah, aaaaagh! Arms!!”
The bodyguard screamed. His right arm was completely blown off, probably caught in the explosion, and bone fragments were embedded in his lower body. The prostitutes behind me were unharmed.
“Don’t move recklessly and stay still.”
Use magic to overlap barriers. Because there may be further raids. Look around slowly. There is no sign of the enemy. I tapped the side of the mask to turn on the radio.
“This is Room 211. Something went wrong.”
The answer from room 212 came right away.
-I heard an explosion. Is that it? Enemies threw bombs.
“A bomb is a bomb. Bio-bomb.”
-Biological bomb… ? Are you talking about the bio bomb?
“No. Black magic.”
-…….
A gasp was heard.
Unit 212 seems to have intuition that this mission is not simple.
-A black magician appeared?
No. 31 asked.
“There are no black magicians. The situation is….”
I explained the situation. Baron Ftelgar called the prostitute, and while examining the prostitute, he discovered the bio-bomb magic that hid the pattern in her tattoo.
“I think someone set up some kind of device so that the bio-bomb magic would be activated automatically the moment someone discovered a bomb.”
– What about the rest?
I glanced back. The prostitutes were bewildered, hugging each other. Among them, there was a woman who even peed.
“I have to check. Unit 212 reports to the Baron, and Unit 31 prepares for an unexpected attack.”
The door to the mansion opens and the bodyguards come running. I pointed my chin at the wounded bodyguard at them and approached the prostitutes.
“The physical examination begins again. Take off your clothes. You, too, understand the situation to some extent. I ask for your cooperation.”
“Ah, okay. We will cooperate, so please save us.”
“Do as you say.”
They started undressing again.
I turned my head to the side. I could feel the eyes staring at me from earlier. A bodyguard with blonde hair swept back was looking at me.
“What.”
“This is Reikmak, the captain of the bodyguard. Please explain exactly what the situation is.”
His blue eyes were serious. He was honestly quite a nuisance, but he had to be treated somewhat like the head of the bodyguard. That way, escort missions can be carried out with ease.
“One of the prostitutes exploded.”
“… Yes?”
“It is black magic. Among them, it is the bio bomb, which is a level 3 black magic. Black magic that turns creatures into bombs. That prostitute was subjected to black magic.”
“… Is the woman who exploded with the warlock?”
“I don’t know that yet. Remembering the woman at the time of the explosion… She didn’t even know that she had a spell on her body. Well, she can’t put bio-bomb magic on herself unless she’s insane. Perhaps she is just a victim of a warlock.”
“However, the fact that we targeted Baron Ptelgar will not change. We will identify the dead woman.”
“You are rather capable. The woman met the tattooist on the recommendation of a friend of hers, she said. Maybe that tattooist is a warlock.”
“We will investigate all tattoo artists in the area. What about the other women?”
Instead of answering, I approached the naked women. Check them thoroughly by touching their bodies.
“There is no trace of black magic. There is no armor hidden on the body. I don’t think it will matter if I send it out.”
“… That’s good. Still, you can’t just let it go as long as the incident happened. And the baron is waiting for them.”
“You would do that in this situation? In a way, great.”
“It’s just my guess. The baron’s instructions have not yet been issued.”
After a while, Baron Ptelgar gave the order to interrogate the prostitutes. After the interrogation, he added that he should be sent to his room.
While the bodyguards were interrogating the prostitutes, I had to face Baron Ftelgar again.
“You found a bio-bomb? From what I’ve heard, it’s great. Thanks to you, I am alive.”
Contrary to his tone, Baron Ptel Gar showed no sign of thanking me.
“…… I just did what I had to do.”
“The problem is that there are a lot of people who can’t do what they have to do.”
He snapped his finger. The prostitute next to him immediately took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth. The prostitute caught the end of her cigarette with her finger. Smoke rose and a cigarette lit. The prostitute put on a tired expression with just that.
‘Was he a psychic? I didn’t know because I was too weak.’
It was embarrassing to even be called a superpower. Because the firepower seemed weaker than the lighter.
Baron Ptelgar said after smoking a few cigarettes.
“Damn it. You’re a black magician…. Klaxon…. This bastard looks very determined.”
Her face is distorted and she bursts out in anger.
He didn’t say that he wasn’t sure if the warlock had sent the bio-bomb, or if the bio-bomb had accidentally entered the mansion. Because I know it’s useless. The incident has already happened. From Baron Ptelgar’s point of view, he had already been attacked.
“Klaxon! Get that bastard! And kill me!”
“Klaxon is a worker representative. If he dies before the final negotiation date… The first to be suspected is the baron. You will be investigated.”
“The cub hired a black horse and tried to kill me !!”
“Klaxon has nothing to lose. It is not uncommon for a cornered rat to go mad.”
Baron Ptelgar huffed and puffed for a while. Soon regaining his cool, he spoke to me with cold eyes.
“Find the warlock.”
“… My duty is to escort the baron.”
“There are two more escorts besides you. Go out and find the warlock yourself and kill him. Bring the head of a young warlock in front of me!!”
“A change of duty is beyond my authority.”
“A foolish military man! I am your employer! Don’t you know that too!”
“Whatever you say, I have no authority.”
“Okay? Then I’ll have to talk to someone with authority.”
Having shot me once, Ptelgar hit the table with one hand. A monitor lifted off the table surface and a keyboard came out. He tapped the keyboard with his fat fingers.
Instructor Vinubis’s expressionless face appeared on the monitor.
“Baron Ptelgar. What are you doing?”
“Sergeant Vinus. Your goddamn underling isn’t listening to me.”
Instructor Vinubis glanced at me with his hands behind his back and spoke to Baron Ptelgar.
“…… Could you please elaborate a bit more?”
“A warlock who will rip you to death is aiming for me. Your men are afraid of the warlock and won’t move.”
Baron Ptelgar explained the situation in a voice full of annoyance.
“Baron Ptelgar. Escort missions may run out of power if power is split.”
“I have bodyguards besides you. Are you ignoring my bodyguards?”
“… If that is what Baron Ptelgar wants, I will respect it. No. 212. Find the warlock and kill him.”
“All right.”
I answered. After talking with Baron Ptelgar a little more, Instructor Vinubis cut off communication.
“Kuh, keuhuh. Did you hear me, soldier? Your boss wants you to catch the warlock.”
“… Yes. I will pursue the warlock.”
Baron Ptelgar’s intentions were obvious.
Three days later, even after we left, we thought that the warlock might attack us. That’s why we want to find and kill the warlock before we leave. For Baron Ptelgar, removing the anxiety factor in this way is the best way to save money and time.
“Bring the warlock’s head before the negotiation date. Anyway, it bothers me that this is what will happen in the end. What are you doing, get out of here!”
I left the room and clenched my fists.
Annoyance soars. I could kill Baron Ftelgar in 10 seconds if I wanted to, but his power and money oppress me.
‘Power and money…. It’s not for me These are things you can’t get for the rest of your life if you’re stuck in the military.’
No, even soldiers can get power and money. However, I am not. Branded as a slave, I am just an expendable item.
‘And one day, I will die like a bug while carrying out the orders that fall from above. I will definitely leave this fucking place.’
I met 212 and 31 prior to the mission. I explained the situation to them.
“I can’t help it…. It’s Instructor Vinus’ order.”
Unit 212 sighed and shook his head.
“Ask Instructor Vinus and I can do it for you.”
31’s words were politely declined. When she steps in, things get even more troublesome.
“After three days, I will give up the mission and return right away. I don’t care if my rating goes down. I have no intention of suffering because of a single black magician.”
I expressed my opinion. Nos. 212 and 31 nodded and respected my opinion.
Then I checked my armament before leaving. A small glass bottle came out of the bag. 212 came up to me with his eyes twinkling and snatched the vial.
“Is this a snack?”
“… Right. Your favorite snack.”
“Did you bring it for me? I’m happy.”
“You ask for it every day.”
Inside the vial was a sticky, white liquid. It was my semen. My heart thumped. This isn’t the first time she’s handed her my cum. But every time I hand her cum, my heart races.
Room 212 opened the lid of the glass bottle.
The smell of semen squeezed yesterday spread throughout the space. It was an embarrassingly strong smell of semen.
“Huh. Delicious smell….”
212 cocked the semen with his fingers and brought it to his mouth. I smile as I taste the thick semen on my fingers.
“Tasty!”
“… What is it? It definitely smells delicious.”
31 showed interest. She seemed to find the smell of her semen delicious, even to her.
“It’s Room 211’s special snack. How to say It’s a little too sticky to call it a drink… It’s a bit hard to even call it jelly, but it’s so delicious! Would you like to try it?”
No. 31 nodded and stretched out her hand. As 212 had done, he smeared her finger with semen and brought it to her mouth.
“… It’s delicious. No. 212. I don’t think you’re making a fuss like that.”
“Oh, really? Isn’t this very tasty? It’s almost revolutionary!”
“Not quite like that.”
No. 31, who said it clearly, withdrew as if he was not interested.
“It’s very delicious….”
No. 212 tilted his head at No. 31’s attitude and put the glass bottle into his bosom.
“You should save the rest.”
Room 212 smiled brightly.
