Chapter 117

“She was that strong?” Flavna looked down in disbelief at how Beatrice single-handedly took on a lesser abomination as well as over a dozen demonlings. “That doesn’t even...” Flavna swiftly turned to Ember and demanded, “You, explain! Who the hell is that?”

“The Savior of this world,” Ember answered. “According to a certain High Priest.”

“That lunatic!?” Flavna asked with disgust. “Oh, you’re a member of his sex cult. But, no, that doesn’t explain anything! I’ve never seen or even heard of that person before a couple of days ago. Where did the High Priest find someone like her?”

“Would you believe me if I told you it was a summoning ritual?” Ember asked.

“I could have Gamesh dig through that insolent little head of yours if you continue playing games,” Flavna said.

“If you could, you would have done so already,” Ember answered with a smile and looked at the blue haired captain. “Such a convenient spell is too good to be true. What’s the limitation? A willing contract?”

“And here I thought that Lucarad only kept the lowest of degenerates and nymphomaniacs around him,” Gamesh said.

“Some of us degenerates have a working brain,” Ember replied.

“Enough!” Flavna raised her voice.

Ember sighed and spoke matter-of-factly, “The High Priest had been trying to summon a Savior for years. Used some ancient scrolls he dug up who-knows-where. A few days ago, he miraculously succeeded. A sexy being with both male and female genitalia, a pair of big titties, an impressive sex drive, and an even more impressive potential for growth.

“After a quick orgy to celebrate, he took her to the King himself. His... Majesty, gave us a couple of quests. One was to kill twenty demonlings and bring him the heads. The other was to turn one of his daughters into a skilled slut, not that she needs any help with that.

“This and that happened, most notable being one of the S.E.C.R.E.T. Guild’s most prominent members unleashing a horde of demonlings with an abomination to top off the most recent Games. Feeling unwelcome by a certain Captain—and in need of help dealing with our tainted... Friend—we returned to the High Priest only to find his entire gathering slaughtered by one of the Princesses. Then another one arrived—commander of the palace guards—only to help finish the job.

“And when the two of them and their demonic powers were not enough—yes, you heard me right: whether they acquired those powers or they had demon spirits inside them, or they were demons in disguise, they most certainly possessed powers far above their paygrade.

“Anyway, after we dealt with those two, the Queen herself showed her face, and her true allegiance. It turned out that the Queen’s been cheating on her senile, drug-addled husband. Big surprise. And her fancy is having demons inside of her in more ways than one. And not just any demon. She spent the entire time holding hands with one of the Sovereigns, Beelzebub. The same one whose spirit you witnessed possess that hapless idiot. Though this was just a sliver of his spirit.

“And now Beatrice went to tear that tentacle freak a new one for being indirectly responsible for her friend’s death. I imagine that after that she’ll want to escalate to those directly responsible ... Any questions?”

Flavna and Gamesh slowly turned their heads and looked at each other in silence.

Flavna then turned back to Ember. Still in her thoughts and after swallowing hard, she asked with a noticeably dry mouth, “What about the fire that killed over twenty people, including good Captain Rivaldo?”

“Oh, yes, I heard about that horrible tragedy,” Ember said, looking distraught. “My thoughts and prayers go out to their families! Unfortunately, we were already in the tunnels to the palace by then and only learned about it after the fact. And even if we knew, none of us have any skills that help with putting out fires. Not that your soldiers would’ve let us try even if we did.”

“‘Tragedy’ my ass!” Flavna growled and switched her weight to one foot, ready to jump, only to be swiftly stopped by Gamesh who put his arm in front of her.

“We might just have a far more serious issue on our hands,” Gamesh said to his fellow captain.

Flavna stood still for a couple of seconds, eyeing Ember like parasite that needed to be squashed. She then took several deep, audible inhales and exhales, and, finally, said, “Take us down.”

No one dared step close to the purpleish bloodbath before their eyes. Even the Purple Cape guards stood on the sidelines along with the common citizens and watched the busty beauty rip apart both the tentacle demon and its demonling underlings.

A few Purple Capes mustered enough courage to get a little closer and pick up the discarded victims of the tentacle demon. But they did not stick around and used the excuse of carrying the wounded to get as far away from the scene as they could.

“There go our defenders,” a tall woman said when a group of Purple Capes ran past her, carrying a few unconscious men and women.

The woman had long brown hair, as thick as a mane. On top of her head the hair grew into two big cat ears. Her skimpy outfit of black and red consisted of shorts with a thick belt, knee-high boots, gloves that went almost to her shoulders, a torn-up cape, and a few straps of cloth as an improvised bra for her ample bosom. She had no visible weapons and the only items on her were several large, leather pouches tied to her belt, and one in her hand, which she opened and took a hearty sip.

“Hey, Dhina!” her twintail magician companion called out. “You promised!”

“Dhisana,” the woman corrected her. “And I made no such promises.”

“But—”

“Don’t bother, Neri,” a young lad with spiky white hair said as he walked besides them with his hands in his pockets.

“Not you too, Zaki!” Neri bemoaned. “You think I wouldn’t rather spend this morning on top of a big, thick-oooh, I did it again!!!” Neri bit her lip pulled her hat over her flushed, frustrated face.

Neri’s most prominent piece of her getup was her big blue wizard hard. Its tip reached up to the same height as Dhisana’s cat ears, which made Neri considerably shorter. Her black hair was tied up into two twintails that danced around her with every step, and her outfit was colored in shades of blue and purple. Neri wore a lowcut backless leotard. If it was cut any lower, her ass crack would be visible, and her tits would fall out. Her legs were “covered” in practically translucent thighs. Her sleek gloves reached to her elbows and her flowing cloak went all the way down to her short boots with pointy ends.

Zaki—seemingly trapped in a phase between a boy and a man—wore white shorts, white shirt, light brown boots, and looked annoyed to even be here. The only unifying item among the three of them was a metal badge in the shape of an eggplant with leaves. Each of them wore it at their hip, and all three badges had a letter “S” engraved on them.

The trio slowly approached the frontlines of the spectators, by which point Beatrice had wrapped up the shredding of the demon’s escapee core to an utterly silent crowd.

“Ah ... She beat them all ... On her own?” Neri said in disbelief as she squeezed to the front row, rubbing her boobs against a surprised beastkin’s face as she passed him.

“Oh,” Dhisana sounded how she looked: like someone who could not care less. She roughly cleared the path for herself, stood next to Neri and said, “Told ya.”

She then popped open her giant pouch again and started gulping down its contents at an impressive pace.

“What the hell do you mean ‘told ya’!?” Neri exclaimed. “That’s a demon right there, in the middle of the city! With a swarm of demonlings for good measure! You were the one who kept insisting that this is a waste of time!”

“First of all ... It is,” Dhisana said and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. “Second of all, that’s not a swarm, it’s not even a pack! A group of demonlings so few in number that they barely function. We were told that there’s a Sovereign up there. And considering that I can see our informant flying down as we speak, there is no Sovereign.”

“Maybe they defeated this Sovereign thing on their own,” Neri suggested and also looked up to see a golden sphere descending from the damaged fortress above.

“And I thought you were the sober one,” Dhisana said and resumed her drinking until the flask was empty.

“Sh-she ... She really did it!” someone other than the two women finally spoke up. “She vanquished the demons!! Hurray!”

The awkward “hurray” was picked up by a few others in the crowd until it grew into a modest, reserved cheer and timid applause.

However, even during what little praise Beatrice received, ill whispers already spread among people.

“Isn’t this the second demon attack in a few days?”

“Weren’t we supposed to be safe here?”

“At least last time it was in the underground mines.”

“Didn’t that captain girl say that the demons were killed in those mines? Did she lie? Or is it a different demon?”

And as these talks spread, they quickly killed off what little celebration was to be had. Though Beatrice was still so pumped with adrenaline that she barely heard what they said. Her stamina spent, fatigue finally caught up with Beatrice and she needed a moment to calm down.

“How many more are there!?”

“Will they just keep coming!?”

“Also, didn’t that good-looking woman just say that she plans to ‘rip apart the Queen’?”

“ ... She did, didn’t she?”

“Is she one of the demons herself!? Look at those claws!”

“And those wings!”

“And those tits!”

“Ah, she hid the claws! The beast knows we’re on to her!”

“At least she didn’t hide those milkers.”

“But she killed the demons!”

“Who knows how her kind thinks!?”

“Are you stupid? You want her to attack us next?”

“SILENCE!!” Flavna demanded from up above. She, Gamesh, and Ember descended inside a golden, translucent sphere and landed between the crowd and Beatrice. The moment the sphere dissolved, Flavna shouted, “Soldiers, line up!”

Some thirty Purple Capes rushed out of the crowd and formed a single line.

“Pathetic!” Flavna shouted. “You stood around, picking your noses while some random stranger did your job for you!?”

“Is that the same Lesser Abomination that you claimed was slain by the new champion?” a woman in the crowd asked with a raised hand.

“The underground is a maze with deep chasms,” Flavna responded without hesitation. “We’re still conducting searches to confirm whether there are more demons lurking there and how they appeared.”

“And what about the rumors that a Sovereign has entered the city?” the same woman asked.

Flavna grimaced and said, “Neri, come here.”

The twintail magician walked out of the crowd, with Dhisana and Zaki close behind, his hands never leaving the pockets of his shorts.

“So, did you lie about the Sovereign or about this pile of shit?” Zaki asked, gesturing with his head toward the mauled tentacle monster’s body.

“Neither.” Flavna stated firmly.

“You’d be-hic-dead,” Dhisana said, threw away her the empty pouch and reached for a full one.

“We have discovered an important clue to the possible means by which these few insignificant pests might be getting into the city,” Flavna said. “More importantly, a Sovereign was here. A part of his spirit possessed a girl. She’s now dead.”