For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.-Chapter 345: Scales

I sighed in relief as I faced the same landscape I saw when I first visited Yggdrasil.

“Ha… somehow, we made it.”

“Master. Even if it’s just for a day, you should…”

Iris, equally exhausted, whispered in my ear after standing on tiptoe.

“…get thoroughly wrecked and sleep without being able to think of anything else.”

“Doesn’t that clear up the arousal?”

“Ugh… even during the War of the Gods, it wasn’t this bad.”

Iris lamented with a strangely flushed face. At this, Iona, who had regained complete strength by drinking my blood, giggled.

“That’s it. Back then, 300 years ago, Iris was still an intermediate mage and the princess of Alfheim, so she couldn’t go to the front lines. Now, you’ve been hit with concentrated divine power from an Evil God, and unlike before, you’ve come to know the pleasures of being a woman, so it’s only natural, isn’t it?”

“I understand it rationally, but I can’t help but complain. Come to think of it, didn’t you take the brunt of the enchantment to protect others? Iona being a vampire is one thing, but are you okay, Master?”

“Huh? Me?”

“Yes. Didn’t you say that beastkin and elves, with their strong sexual desires, are particularly vulnerable to the Grotesque Proliferation’s powers? And you, Master, are someone who only knows fighting and women, truly formidable. Despite having divine protection for resistance, you can’t be unscathed, can you?”

“……”

Both Helena’s comment to the Grotesque Proliferation last time and this one now. Am I really like some walking adult content? What’s this about violence and vulgarity?

I sighed lightly and shrugged.

“Honestly, I was in a bit of danger too. If I were alone, maybe it would’ve been different, but I had my women right next to me.”

“Hmm. I get that. The idea that you could’ve taken a moment to relieve it just made the thirst worse.”

“Right. It only gets worse.”

It’s similar to drinking seawater when you’re thirsty;it only worsens the dehydration. Since the power isn’t lifted, it just increases sexual excitement.

Just recalling the memories of the last five days made my body shiver involuntarily.

Day two.

The first day we managed by hitting once and running, but from the second day, it was impossible.

They got used to our tactics, so now they came with meat shields from the start.

Not the tentacle corpses;they couldn’t reuse the goblin bodies after consuming them once.

Instead, they sent out giant goblins without hesitation.

These were experimental creatures, utilizing the goblins’ fast breeding and ability to impregnate most races.

But of course, they were failures. They were meant to create warriors like ogres, but the result was a dumb, slow, and non-aggressive defective product. ŕ𝔞Ɲ𝐨ᛒÈ𐌔

Still, they succeeded in making them big, and they followed orders well, so they were used as meat shields or ladders for sieges. They were adequate substitutes for the tentacle corpses.

Indeed, these monsters, as large as two-story buildings, had the durability to match their size, capable of absorbing even a high-tier spell if about a dozen gathered.

…And goblins, like fruit flies among monsters, reproduce and grow quickly.

No matter how threatening our magic was, they just thought, “Oh, they were meant to die anyway,” and kept coming, understanding they could just make more offspring.

Day three.

It was similar to the previous two days, but we gained some experience.

So we completely abandoned the desire to attack, focusing only on maintaining the distance where we seemed catchable but weren’t.

This was quite successful, allowing us to escape easily… or so I thought.

Until the assassins of the Boiling Silence, who had been hiding, appeared.

I thought we had killed all of them since they hadn’t shown up until then, but there were still so many left.

Thanks to my cultist detection trait, we could react in time, but the situation was precarious as we might get surrounded.

Eventually, Helena, disregarding the strain on her body, increased the output of her divine manifestation. For a brief moment, she emitted light as bright as a small sun, which no one could block, allowing us to escape without issue.

However, Helena pushed herself too hard and fell into a deep sleep as soon as we hid in the Nidhogg station. I was quite alarmed at that moment.

Since we had given up on attacking, from then on, we focused Iris solely on defense and detection.

Day four.

Changing Iris’s role helped avoid ambushes and encirclements, but our firepower decreased, giving our enemies more leeway.

The followers of Grotesque Proliferation started focusing on their powers rather than combat.

Since Helena had passed out the day before, we couldn’t fully dispel the lingering enchantment effects, which had a significant impact.

The actual fighting was uneventful, making escape easy, but the aftermath was the problem.

My body heated up against my will, making Iris, Iona, and Helena look particularly appealing today.

Even with my resistance, the accumulated effect was substantial.

If that’s how it affected me, imagine the others.

Grimhill temporarily paralyzed his lower body with aura, and Tumila spent the day in prayer, trying to dispel the power of the Grotesque Proliferation from them both.

The same went for us.

Iris subtly rubbed against me, only to be grabbed by the nape of her neck by Iona.

While Iris flailed in the air, Helena tried to calm her with a blessing, but…

With her powers weakened by exhaustion, the blessing couldn’t calm the half-crazed Iris.

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So, Helena, with tears in her eyes, knocked Iris out by hitting her on the back of the head. She said there would be no problem since she healed her while hitting.

Anyway, I just endured with my resistance, Iona was unaffected being a vampire, and Helena managed by periodically switching with Solari.

Of course, this only pertained to sexual desire;we couldn’t prevent the overall decline in our abilities.

I actually think this was the toughest part.

Day five.

The promised time had come. I was motivated, thinking we just had to make it through today, but as is often the case, things don’t go as planned.

The assassins of the Boiling Silence, adept at hiding, found the existence and entrance of Nidhogg.

Thus, our final battle stage became the underground.

Fighting with a body not moving as I willed against increasingly powerful enemies was no easy task. Eventually, Grimhill, who had been leading our defense, reached his limit.

Unable to contain his boiling lust, he rushed at Tumila, who was recharging blessings from behind.

Of course, since he moved impulsively without any real technique, he was knocked out by a single strike from Helena’s mace, who was standing in the front line with him.

It seemed she had learned something from knocking out Iris the day before.

Although we managed to deal with Grimhill, the real problem was that our already insufficient frontline was reduced by one.

Only when Iona, who had been focusing on area attacks, filled the gap did our formation stabilize, but it was clear that with reduced firepower, we couldn’t hold out for long.

Fortunately, Nidhogg arrived just in time, allowing us to escape immediately.

I contacted Milone right away, asking her to mess up all the underground routes except for the one we were on.

Since allowing the enemy to invade through any rat hole was the most dangerous scenario, Milone twisted the tracks and even demolished them where necessary.

As a result, some of the Grotesque Proliferation’s army was literally buried underground, but… there were many among them who were strong enough to deal with us.

It was only a matter of time before they escaped.

Thus, having safely escaped and managed to block the underground passage in time, we’ve come to this moment.

As we rode Ratatoskr towards the inside of the World Tree, I continued with what I was saying earlier.

“It’s true that the Grotesque Proliferation’s power is dangerous, but since I’ve dealt with it before, there’s a technique to it.”

“Is there such a thing?”

Iris, who had been holding on with a high-level mage’s mental strength and Helena’s blessings, looked at me with sparkling eyes, perhaps because this time was tougher.

I nodded with a broad smile to her.

“Yeah. You block the divine power trying to invade by operating mana at a high density.”

“…?”

“And for what does get into your body, it’s more efficient to draw on the light of other blessings to expel it. It’s the same principle as receiving a priest’s blessing.”

“???”

“Iris, since you’re blessed by the Circulating Life, you should be able to do it too?”

“Master… what kind of nonsense is that?”

Iris tilted her head in disbelief. I knew too. Not everyone could do this.

But I couldn’t help myself.

“Why? Can’t you do it?”

“Of course not! Who could do something like that…?”

“I managed to do it, though.”

“Argh!”

Would I miss the chance to tease Iris? That would be such a waste.

Iris, pouting her lips, started stomping her feet with a tapping sound.

Truly the Iris Reign Dance. There was a ferocity akin to a hamster.

I tried to hold back my laughter—no, I was trembling before her fearful look when Iris spoke with a sulky voice.

“…I think I understand why Elisha trembled whenever she saw the Lindelheit lady.”

“Is she trembling because of these cute cheeks?”

I stretched Iris’s cheeks, but perhaps because I had used up all my teasing for the day, the half-resigned Iris just hung limp, not reacting at all.

Instead, Helena and Solari nodded at me with pleased expressions.

“Look, my lord. Brother Yandel is now handling divine power as if it’s nothing.”

“If he develops a bit more from just moving it… grr.”

“Would he become a god or a demigod?”

“No? In the end, it’s borrowed power, so there won’t be an increase in rank. But he could influence gods. Specifically, like causing pregnancy!”

“Gasp! Come to think of it, there’s never been anyone who had children after ascending to godhood. So that’s why…”

Already discussing what names they should give to each other’s children.

I understand they’re excited since we’ve survived a dangerous situation, but it’s a bit embarrassing. We’re not alone here, after all.

By the way, Grimhill and Tumila were whispering in a corner, probably having grown closer due to this event.

Well, after the battle, while we were cared for by Helena, Grimhill was receiving treatment or neutralization of powers from Tumila.

Fighting in a battlefield where your life is at risk while being exposed to a power that increases sexual desire, it’s not surprising if some strange feelings develop. Of course, it was none of my business, so I was about to turn my head away when…

Grimhill’s voice, tense and slightly creaking more than usual, reached me.

“After this war ends, I have something to say to you!”

“Oh my…”

Such a solemn voice.

…No, right?

*This isn’t some ominous sign, is it? *