After successfully liberating Konahat and waiting for reinforcements to arrive, I decided to return to the empire with the Dark Knight Corps and the First Assault Brigade.
In the lands amounting to two-thirds of the Fahren territory stretching between Morrigan and Konahat, there are still over ten thousand Crusader occupation forces rampaging, but they are already like trapped rats.
The main highways are controlled by the Empire Army, making it impossible to move, let alone resupply. They might still be maintaining some control for now, but it won’t be long before they fall to a threat akin to thieves. Before that happens, they might be hunted down by the spirited Fahren Army that has regained its territory.
In any case, I will concentrate the defense forces in Konahat as planned and fortify it. My work in Fahren is done… or so I thought.
“Then, Chrono-sama, as promised, we have prepared a seat befitting Your Majesty the Demon King.”
Guided by Brigit, who wore a cheerful smile, I entered through the door to find an unimaginable scene unfolding.
Golden and tanned beauties. A striking impact slammed into my vision, glittering as it was.
The hall was adorned with sparkling gold, reminiscent of the Fifth Layer of the Karamala Great Maze. There, standing in line, were beautiful Dark Elves clad in thin silk.
They boasted beauty and exceptional figures that rivaled even Brigit’s. How many dozens of these supermodel-like beauties are there, all arranged together…?
Moreover, the outfits they wore were even more revealing than Brigit’s competition outfit—this was completely a micro bikini. The golden fabric clung to their sultry brown skin in daring lines, with large breasts that seemed ready to spill out at any moment.
As if to hide their alluring bodies with just a touch, they draped sheer white silk over themselves and adorned themselves with dazzling accessories. Yet, their shining beauty and the sight of their lustrous hair flowing in hues of gold, silver, and light colors gave them the presence of jewels… and above all, they radiated an overwhelming, intoxicating charm.
I had become a Demon King and acknowledged that I had gained more than a fair share of experience with women.
However, in front of such a scene that looked like it had materialized from an erotic game harem, I couldn’t maintain my composure.
What exactly am I being shown…?
“Well then, Chrono-sama, please, come this way.”
Amidst my astonishment, I was pulled in by Brigit into the golden harem space.
And before I knew it, I was seated at the innermost place.
“Here, please take your time and enjoy yourself. We will serve you in whatever way you desire.”
Brigit, with her arms crossed and casually leaning, had somehow transformed into an equally revealing outfit as the others.
This was strange; she should have been wearing a non-revealing priestess outfit just moments ago. Silently snuffing out such minor doubts, her soft skin pressed against me, and a cup of fragrant wine was presented before me.
This wine, doesn’t it have an aphrodisiac or something in it…?
Looking at the overly sparkling amber liquid, I glanced at the Dark Elf woman presenting the cup.
With her elegantly styled white hair and an all-encompassing smile, she projected an exceptionally dazzling warmth. If I diverted my gaze from her overwhelming smile, I would be met with the alluring body exposed by her revealing outfit… and if I turned my gaze further, I would catch a glimpse of Brigit’s deep cleavage right next to me. There’s no refuge for my eyes.
“… Thank you.”
I accepted the wine cup, closed my eyes, and gulped it down in one go.
It wasn’t really a celebratory toast, but since they had prepared such warm hospitality for me, it would be impolite not to drink at least one cup.
However, I shouldn’t go any further.
Despite its surprisingly high alcohol aroma, it went down incredibly smoothly, slipping through my throat and igniting a flame of warmth in my stomach. I could feel my body heating up, as if a fire had been lit deep within me.
Having become somewhat intoxicated after just one cup, I returned the empty cup.
“Haah… alright, let’s calm down for a moment.”
Just moments ago, I had been at a victory banquet.
Truth be told, I wanted to get back to Pandemonium as soon as possible to prepare for the next operation. However, as the overall commander celebrating Fahren’s victory in reclaiming the majority of the territory, I had to acknowledge that if I left early without attending even one celebratory banquet, it could easily be interpreted as me looking down on Fahren.
Since I had already dropped down to the empire, there was no need to delve deep into sycophancy, but I had to at least spend one night at the banquet; otherwise, it would lead to unnecessary anxiety and doubt. Above all, I must commend the soldiers who had overcome this difficult battle.
Thus, a celebratory banquet hosted by Princess Shal, representing all Dark Elves of Fahren, was held. The venue was of course, the Morrigan Temple.
I reclined in the seat of honor, acting like a Demon King, nodding along as the dignitaries of Fahren, starting with the princess, came to express their gratitude and loyalty to me. When one reaches a top position, a banquet transforms from a casual occasion for feasting and drinking into a purely diplomatic affair, leaving no time for relaxation.
As I was resolutely engaged in my solemn duties as a monarch, Brigit interjected.
“Chrono-sama must be tired as well. I have arranged a space for you to relax, so please come this way if you would.”
Wow, just as expected of Brigit. After greeting and introductions were appropriately done, she arranged for me to exit naturally.
“Well then, everyone, enjoy yourselves,” I thought as I enthusiastically took her hand and exited the mentally tiring banquet, only to find—
“Hey, Brigit, what the heck is going on here?”
“What do you mean by ‘what’? It’s what Your Majesty desires.”
“… Would it be a problem if I said ‘disband’?”
“I apologize. This is the utmost hospitality we can provide in current Fahren. If it is insufficient, there is no other way but to apologize for our shortcomings.”
“No, that’s not what I meant… Sorry, could you step back a little?”
As I commanded the white-haired beauty who was already preparing the next wine cup to step back, I pulled Brigit, who was already clinging to me, closer.
“Ahn.”
Don’t make such lewd sounds.
Just as I was about to be swayed by her alluring voice, which seemed to have heart symbols at its end, I quietly asked Brigit.
“Can you tell me succinctly? What are you really thinking?”
“This is a harem play permitted only for our king. You see, Dark Elves have a harder time bearing children with humans, so it’s an official royal sanctioned orgy to get started on making the first one.”
With a clear and straightforward tone devoid of roundabout honorific expressions, Brigit explained this to me. However, I had learned a fact I didn’t want to have revealed so blatantly.
“So why not do that with the king?”
“Right now, Chrono-sama is the Demon King.”
“Y-Yeah, that’s true…”
“This is part of Fahren’s tradition, so you can let loose and enjoy yourself freely.”
Even I think that’s a bit too much; if I indulge in such play in a place like this, I might end up being in trouble.
“Rest assured, everyone here is a trained virgin from the temple.”
What even is that reassurance? Just because they’re virgin doesn’t mean there’s no worry of disease, or that they can respond to any kind of play because they’re trained.
Regardless, hearing that wouldn’t make me say “Yay!”
“Please spare me… you know I’m not the type of person who can enjoy something like this openly, right, Brigit?”
“I’ll keep it from the queen, don’t worry.”
“That’s part of it, but that’s not what I meant!”
“Fine, I understand… Are you really okay with this?”
“Yeah, though it’s enticing enough to regret it, I absolutely must decline. So please help me wrap up nicely here without raising any unnecessary tension.”
“If this atmosphere is disrupted, you won’t be able to do anything with these ladies again. The next one will be for Princess Shal.”
“That harem play will be for her!?”
“Of course, she’s the heir to the throne.”
What is with that? That sounds dangerously erotic. I might be getting a little excited.
I absolutely wouldn’t act on it, but I can’t help but feel a bit curious about that.
“I’m satisfied just hearing that.”
“Eh, do you want to be taken? Is that your kink?”
“By no means am I into cuckolding or voyeurism. I merely acknowledge the value of that situation.”
It feels like I’ve stumbled upon an incredibly enticing setting for an erotic novel.
Every man has probably experienced that heart-racing moment when they come across something that strikes directly at their taste!
But trying to have a woman understand those sentimental feelings is probably asking for the wrong thing.
“Anyway, I don’t need this. Just Brigit is more than enough.”
“Hmmm… then let’s call it that.”
Looking up with a tantalizing smile, Brigit stepped away from me and stood up elegantly.
“The Demon King is greatly pleased with our attentiveness. However, as a proof of your love for me, your companion, you are requested to take a vow.”
“Well!”
“How wonderful!”
“That’s splendid!”
With Brigit’s grandiose proclamation, the women around stirred with excitement.
Whether they were genuinely impressed or just playing along isn’t particularly important. What matters is the facade being upheld.
I rejoiced in the warm welcome. They fulfilled my satisfaction. Even if there was no genuine service or emotion behind it, everything can smoothly resolve by acknowledging it as truth for both parties.
“And above all, the Demon King wishes for the immediate restoration of Fahren. Therefore, what His Majesty demands of you is to swiftly bear children to continue the next generation of Fahren… and to dutifully serve Princess Shal.”
“Yes, as Your Majesty desires—”
With synchronized salute, when Brigit clapped her hands to signal, the women quickly exited the hall.
“Haah…”
For now, I finally found a moment of peace.
But looking around the now empty hall, devoid of all women aside from Brigit, left me slightly lonely and regretful… no, I harbor no regrets about this choice. I stand firm in that.
“Just as you wished, now it’s just the two of us?”
“————I won’t allow that.”
As soon as the doors burst open, Fiona appeared.
“That’s right, I won’t let it be just the two of you!”
Nel followed after her.
Seeing the familiar faces of the two in their regular attire eased my mood a bit. Too much exposure isn’t necessarily a good thing.
“Ah, Fiona-sama and Princess Nel. To see you both here, you must have some urgent matter to attend to?”
Brigit quickly donned a smile, masking her momentary surprise at the unexpected arrival of the two, and posed her question with a hint of sarcasm.
It was with a nuance that implied, “Why would you come here if it wasn’t urgent?”
“No, it’s not urgent or anything,” Fiona replied, completely oblivious.
Her natural insensitivity boasts an overwhelming tolerance for roundabout words like sarcasm or irony.
“I-I won’t allow this kind of behavior!”
In place of Fiona’s vague response, Nel shouted.
However, even in the context of this lascivious atmosphere, seeing Brigit dressed in an overtly inviting outfit had left her feeling a bit restless. This scenario was probably a bit too stimulating for the pure-hearted Princess Nel.
“What do you mean by ‘this kind of behavior’?”
“Th-That… engaging with multiple people… that’s definitely not okay!”
“Eh? Didn’t you come here because you wanted to join in with multiple people?”
“N-No way!? So what was your intention coming here, Fiona-san?!”
“Of course, to see the Dark Elves’ arts of lovemaking?”
“Wha—!? What is that…?”
Both Nel and I were left speechless, but Fiona’s expression remained entirely serious. Meanwhile, Brigit’s faux smile seemed to sharpen slightly in its intensity.
“From what I’ve heard, that Brigit-san has had a one-night stand with Chrono-san on his first experience, hasn’t she?”
“Y-Yes! Is that true!?”
“It was a memorable night receiving the Demon King’s first favor, of course. As a woman, it is only natural for me to satisfy a gentleman.”
“That’s quite a feat. After numerous attempts, I’ve finally managed to get through into one round… but in terms of lovemaking, I must admit defeat.”
Fiona spoke with solemnity, yet the subject was unabashedly candid. Honestly, I was hoping it would be kept under wraps by now.
Honestly, I’d prefer such topics to be discussed during girls’ talk.
“Is there really a way to make love with Chrono-kun without him passing out!?”
“Nel, calm down a bit. Let’s avoid blunt phrases.”
“Hehe, even if you learn how, it’ll still be quite challenging for a pure and innocent princess.”
“Brigit, now’s not the time to provoke her.”
With Nel all but ready to take flight, and Brigit wearing a confident smile, I sensed that the conversation could take a turn for the bizarre.
“With that said, I will yield the stage tonight to Brigit-san, but I also hope to join in.”
With a bold declaration, Fiona swiftly peeled off her Witch Robe.
Underneath was revealed a white naked body clad in the same golden micro bikini as the Dark Elven women who had been here moments ago.
“Ahhhh! Fiona-san, w-what kind of outfit is that!!”
“I’m intending to steal my opponent’s technique. It’s only natural to prepare the same attire.”
Fiona bared her thoroughly revealing outfit without the slightest hint of shame while Nel, blushing bright red, began to fuss.
I had shared countless experiences with Fiona, but I had never seen her in an outfit like this. Sure, I’d seen many types of underwear, but this had a fresh allure—a seductiveness that was entirely different. Compared to Brigit, Fiona’s figure may not have been quite as voluptuous, but the fact that this youthful girl wore such an outfit only increased the feeling of taboo.
What are you thinking, Fiona? I’d have been asking this if Nel hadn’t said it first.
“And what about you, Nel?”
“Ugh! I-I…”
“As long as you don’t get in the way, feel free to do as you like. You may lack experience, but observing could provide you with good learning.”
While saying such things, Fiona seated herself beside me, on the opposite side of Brigit, ignoring the flustered Nel.
With her usual vacant expression, yet burning with desire in her golden eyes, Fiona faced Brigit, who maintained her unchanging smile while piercing her with a calculating gaze.
Whoa… this feeling is somewhat nostalgic…
“As expected of the empire’s top witch. Your ambition shines bright indeed.”
“When it comes to food and men, I choose no means.”
“Hehehe, allow me to show you the profound arts polished by the Morrigan Temple to acquire the blood of a strong man. I doubt a girl so young would be able to master them.”
“Worry not. I am a genius.”
“Ah, waah waah waah…”