"Grabalt", a forest kingdom where beastmen reside.
The king of the beastmen, Baldur, one of the three rulers on the continent, breathed heavily on a throne that was carved out of a huge tree that was over a thousand years old.
The old wolf king, who was over 70 years old, stroked his long gray beard with his right hand while looking down at the two girls kneeling on the red carpet decorated with gold embroidery.
His gaze wavered in bewilderment, lacking the sternness that his people usually felt.
The clothes were made of animal fur, unlike silk that was woven in the country of Fonteau.
The crown was also not made of metal but woven with ivy. However, although it was not as beautiful as precious metals, the clothes worn by the king were imbued with strong magic.
The clothes he wore were made from a magical beast and were resistant to fire and heat, and the crown had a small amount of power to protect him from magic.
As royalty, they had visited the tree castle, which was considered the royal castle in Fonteau, several times, but no matter how many times they saw it, Meltia and Mariabelle thought it was a magnificent structure.
It was because the instincts of the elves, who originally lived as guardians of the forest, were drawn to it.
The castle, which was carved out of the interior of a huge tree that was over a thousand years old, just like the throne, was built in a natural way, with almost no artificial furnishings.
From the outside, it really was a gigantic tree.
And it was still alive.
In winter, the leaves on the outside of the castle wither away, and in spring, it became a beautiful green castle.
A living castle. That was the word to describe the castle that symbolized Grabalt, the land of the beastmen.
"Thank you for your hard work coming all the way here――."
But what words should he say to the girls kneeling on the carpet―― Meltia and Mariabelle, refugees from Fonteau but princesses of the country?
The king, who was aware that his country was a meritocratic system and that he used violence to subjugate others when he was young, but settled down due to his old age, cut off his words there.
A country had been destroyed.
He was not sure if he should offer words of encouragement to the princess of the country who had reported it.
However, it was also tempting to declare that he would lend his troops to help her regain their country right now.
The two princesses did not even care that their beautiful silver and black hair, and the luxurious dresses they were wearing were dirty.
Before when he attended an audience in the royal capital, their appearance was neat, but this made them look even more like a princess of a defeated country, which made his heart tighten.
It was not only the king sitting on the throne but also the country's leaders surrounding the two princesses―― the leaders of various tribes.
With the throne in the center, on the left side were the leaders of the Beastmen Tribe were lining up, who had the ears and tails of various beasts.
On the right side were a faerie with wings on her back and a lamia with a snake on the waist down. There was a group of hobbits who look like children, and a group of dwarves who were not much taller than hobbits but have beards.
The leaders of the tribes that live in the forest on the continent were upset by the news that the elven kingdom had been destroyed, but from the looks of Meltia and the others, they understood that it was not a lie.
"But I can't believe that Queen Leticia would be defeated by a slime."
"It's only slime, isn't it? Couldn't you have used your magic to kill it?"
"As explained earlier, they are so huge that they can swallow houses, and they have excellent regenerative abilities."
The leaders of the various tribes gathered there frowned at the words of the faerie with green-colored hair.
For the beastmen living in Grabalt, it was this explanation that was hard to believe.
Since the time when the Demon King had existed, slimes had been able to swallow wild beasts at best.
It was a cowardly monster that could only reach out its tentacles to domestic animals.
Left alone, they live by absorbing wild grasses and muddy water from the forest, and their size was about the size of a fist or two.
They had never imagined a slime so huge that it could swallow a house, and Meltia's explanation sounded like a delusion that was so unrealistic.
However.
The princesses of a country would not just abandon their country because of a delusion. That was what they thought.
So they understood.
That such a huge slime existed in reality.
"And that... it's very hard to explain."
"Is there something more?"
In addition to the headache of knowing that the country of the elves, who were good at magic, had been attacked and destroyed by slimes, who had no resistance to magic, Baldur, the king of the beastmen, listened to Meltia's explanation.
The wrinkles on the old wolf's face deepened and his eyes narrowed.
His brain, more confused than the leaders of the various tribes, was desperately trying to figure out how to deal with the situation later on.
"It's the slime...... I understand that the demon king was already gone, but......"
"It's okay, Princess Meltia. There are no slimes here, and whatever information you speak of will not frighten or terrify the bravest of the brave―― let us stand together and take back the country."
"We haven't been able to confirm it directly, but we have learned from our subjects who have fled with us that the number of...... slimes is increasing, with women as the mothers."
The last part was a whisper, but Meltia told the king.
A murmur spread through the throne room.
Monsters were increasing.
Everyone in the room understood that it was something that could never happen.
The monsters were created by the demon king, and now that the demon king had been defeated by the hero from the other world, they couldn't increase anymore.......
"What kind of ridiculous story is that!? The confusion of having your country destroyed may have caused you to say some strange things――."
"That's right! There is no such thing as using a woman as a mother. It's not just beastmen, demi-humans, or humans. Even their appearance is different!?"
The voice was too weak to be an angry one, as though it wanted the statement to be a lie.
No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a scream.
Meltia shook her head at the voice.
"But the ones who destroyed Fonteau were indeed countless slimes―― more than a hundred of them. Given where that number came from ......"
In response to the words of the beastmen, Meltia told them that she had a certain amount of confidence in the information she had obtained after passing the border connecting Fonteau and Grabalt.
No matter how many slimes there were, there were at most three or four of them in a group.
They were not grouping up like ten or more―― even so.
That day.
The number of slimes she saw from the carriage fleeing from the country was well over a hundred.
Moreover, she thinks the slimes were united as they destroyed Fonteau.
It was proof that even though there were so many slimes, they were well controlled.
"Probably there is a parent slime..."
"A slime that controlled a hundred slimes?"
"Yes. Even though their number is huge, even though it's impossible for an ordinary elf to compete with it―― Mother...... Queen Leticia should not be outdone by a slime."
"In other words, Queen Leticia fought against the enemy's leader and lost...?"
"I think so"
In fact, neither Meltia nor Mariabelle had directly seen their mother, Leticia fighting.
However, the queen, who still loved her noble husband, the hero, would not abandon the country that was her connection to him, and if that country was swallowed by the slime, she could only think that she had been defeated.
"I have three requests, please."
"Tell me."
He knew that they have a request that was why they had come, so he was not surprised.
But he still didn't know what those three requests were.
Still, it was the wish of the daughter of a hero who saved the world.
Even if he was asked to lend the entire strength of his country, he felt a strong need to do something about it.
It was why the demon king who tried to rule the world was so powerful, and all the races on the continent were cornered―― the hero was something that not only Baldur, but the leaders of the other races present here, the elves who were attacked by the slime, and the people of the human nation who believe in the goddess who was said to have summoned the hero were indebted to him.
"First, please lend me your men."
"Alright. I promise that we will discuss it. We owe you a debt of gratitude, and I promise you that you will not be disappointed."
"Thank you very much. Secondly, I need reinforcements from the Holy Kingdom."
"Are we not enough for you?"
"No―― I'm not sure if it's true or a lie, but if the slimes were indeed using women as the mother to increase their numbers, then it must be destroyed. Even if it takes all of humanity and all of its forces."
"...Certainly"
The fact that the number of monsters was increasing was a threat.
Or perhaps it was engraved in their mind and hearts that it was a threat to the races living on the continent.
Eventually, monsters would perish.
It was because they knew this that they were at peace.
Even if it was just a slime that they had underestimated until now, they couldn't ignore it if it kept increasing.
All of the people in the room realized that they had to be destroyed, even if they had to gather all of their strength to do so.
"So what's the third one?"
"――Please lend me my father's sword, the hero's sword."
It was not Meltia who had been explaining the situation since earlier, but Mariabelle, who was kneeling behind her, her long black hair hiding her expression.
She raised her face, which she had been keeping down until now, and turned her black eyes like her father's, which she had been hiding to everyone since arriving in this country, to the Wolf King.
Her image was different from the beautiful black-haired princess who was troubled by her different appearance from others in the castle of Fonteau. Either she understood her position as a royal family or her mission as a daughter of a hero... Her eyes were dignified, cool, and full of willpower.
Even the long-lived old wolf king seemed to have forgotten to breathe as he was mesmerized by her powerful eyes for a moment.
"……King?"
The king of the wolves coughed as though in a state of shock when one of the leaders of the beastmen tribe who was standing by called out to him.
"Oh, ah, nothing―― That's right. If it's the sword, alright... but there's one problem."
"A problem?"
"The sword of the hero is not kept here in the castle."
Mariabelle listened to the explanation without averting her gaze from the Wolf King's eyes.
"The holy sword that retains the power of the goddess has a slight influence on the surroundings... so it is carefully stored in a remote temple."
Meltia and Mariabelle were a little surprised to hear that the sword was not kept in the castle, but breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that it was carefully kept in a temple.
But then she remembered what he had said earlier and quickly looked up.
"What do you mean it affects the surroundings?"
"It's about the power of the goddess. The holy armor heals the body. The holy shield block any kind of attacks, the holy sword contains the power of destruction. Moreover, it was capable of defeating a demon king that lays waste to the world. It was not possible to leave it alone in a crowded place...... Now that the hero is gone, if something were to happen, we would not be able to handle it alone."
It was plausible. Mariabelle understood.
If the holy sword still had enough power to defeat the demon king, the story that the capital would be destroyed if the power goes out of control was very real.
The two of them nodded their heads firmly and accepted the fact that they could not blame the wolf king for storing it in a different place than the capital.
However, it was also true that the sword entrusted to them could not be stored satisfactorily, and the Wolf King Baldur lightly cast down his eyes apologetically.
"And it's a little far. It's about two days away by horse. I'll send a rider to fetch it now......"
"No, in that case. We will go get it ourselves."
It was Mariabelle who interrupted the king's words about fetching the hero's sword.
At her words, Baldur shook his head.
"No, why don't you two get some rest first? If you look at it, you haven't had a good rest from Fonteau to here, have you?"
"But……"
"Don't think about doing it alone. You should take a break when you can. We will need some time to gather the troops and to wait for a response from the neighboring country."
At these words, Mariabelle swallowed her next words.
Certainly, she understood that there was nothing she could do if she was the only one who got ahead of herself.
Even with her father's sword, she could not do anything on her own.
It was proven by the tragedy of Fonteau, who was defeated by the slime despite boasting of having powerful magic...... and did not prepare an army to deal with the slime.
They must destroy the slime as soon as possible and take back their country. She wanted to save the people that were still trapped in there and her mother.
If she failed to do so, she would never have the chance to help them again.
With that in mind, Mariabelle exhaled deeply and accepted Baldur's words.
"……Yes"
"I've prepared a place for the refugees of Fonteau to rest. The two of you can take a rest, too... you, guide them to the bathhouse."
"Yes, yes. This way, please, both of you."
The green-haired fairy who was the first to speak up earlier came to their side in a light tone.
The fairy was about the size of a grown man's palm. Her doll-like appearance and cheerful expression were as warm as the sun, and Mariabelle felt a little more relaxed just by having her by her side to talk to.
It was often said that fairies were the embodiment of nature's will.
It was because they were not born from male and female parents like human beings, but were suddenly born in nature.
Flower fairies. Tree fairies. Fruit fairies.
The fairies listen to the voice of nature and speak for it according to their own characteristics.
In the old days, they didn't interact with beastmen or even demi-humans and were counted as a different force than monsters...... The earth screamed as the demon king's invasion intensified, and then they began to fight together and interact in this way.
Perhaps that was why the presence of fairies, who were also the incarnation of nature, had the power to soothe the people living on the land.
"Thank you"
After thanking her, Meltia and Mariabelle stood up.
At that time, she must have been tired from the long journey. Suddenly standing up, Meltia felt dizzy and wobbly.
"Onee-sama!?"
"It's okay, Maria. I'm fine―― let's take a rest as the king suggested."
Mariabelle hadn't noticed until now, but Meltia's complexion was so exhausted than she usually knew her sister to be.
Naturally.
The princess, who had been living a life without any inconvenience, lost their castle, their mother, and their country in just one day.
She had to take care of her younger sister until she reached the kingdom of Grabalt, take care of the refugees who were fleeing with them, and now she had to report to the king of another country and the leaders of different tribes while being surrounded by them.
It was natural for her to feel mental exhaustion, and she was careful not to worry Mariabelle, who strongly inherited the blood of the hero.
"……Yes"
But Mariabelle also understood that there was no point in lamenting here that she should have been more firm.
In the first place, her sister wouldn't want that.
In order to regain their country, a flag was needed, and that was something that only Mariabelle, who had the same black hair and eyes as the hero, could do.
(Thank you, onee-sama)
So Mariabelle thanked her beloved sister in her heart, stood in front of her sister who was trying to walk straight on her own feet, and left the throne room while being guided by the fairy.
Stand firm. Look forward.
The fact that she resembled her father was something that Mariabelle was proud of, but the fact that she was the only one in the world with black hair and eyes was also something that worried her.
She was different from others.
Even if the people around her didn't think so, it made her think that she was an outsider.
Even in the magic academy she attended, and in the castle. Even her mother and sister looked different from her.
It was reason enough for Mariabelle to feel the mental pressure of not even knowing her father's face.
But now it was different.
Just like her father. Just like a hero.
If that would give the refugees hope, courage, and the strength to look forward.
As Meltia wanted, Mariabelle was willing to become a "hero"―― she thought.
The leaders of the various tribes watched her back as she left the throne room with her long, lustrous black hair swaying.
Her appearance reminded them of a memory from a long time ago: the black-haired hero who called himself a hero and came with his companion to save their country.
A young man who was timid, but had a strong mind and a kind heart.
A young man who could laugh, cry and get angry for the sake of others.
Mariabelle was still unreliable and young.
But. The way she tried to act for the sake of her country, the people, and the world reminded those who saw her as the hero.
Around the time when Mariabelle and Meltia finished their audience to the king and the sun began to set.
A woman straddling a warhorse that was a size larger than the horses accompanying her returned to the castle.
With dozens of warriors behind her, her plain black military uniform would normally be intimidating to look at, but her ample bosom, which looked as though it had been stuffed with two large fruits, and her beauty peeking out from between her long gray hair, did not intimidate the people around her, and in fact, it was good eye candy for the men.
They lined up to catch a glimpse of the woman from their homes, from the windows of the bars, and on the street.
Some of them were women, and her dignified profile as she marched accompanied by warriors was often greeted with loud screams.
The temperature in the arena at the edge of the capital was hot and blazing today and the one who ended up winning was the king's daughter, the wolf princess Fornelis, who had worked with the heroes in defeating the demon king.
She was in a good mood, with a smile on her face that anyone could recognize.
Because she had heard that Meltia and Mariabelle from Fonteau had come to visit the castle earlier while she was fighting the last challenger for the day in the arena.
She hadn't heard the details of their visit, but as someone who had known them since they were born, she remembered the time when she had loved and taken care of them as though they were her own children.
She also remembered the face of her friend, an elven mage who had traveled with her and was now a queen.
If their countries were different, the chances of them seeing each other decrease, and even more so if she was the queen.
It had been years since they had seen each other, but remembering the past as though it were only yesterday, Fornelis turned her gaze to the castle...... to the great tree that was said to be the closest to heaven on the continent.
It was said that the tree was thousands of years old, and according to some theories, it appeared at the same time as the birth of this land.
It was literally so high that it almost reached the sky, and she had to look up to catch a glimpse of it.
It was said that long ago, Fornelis' ancestors and the people, the beastmen and demi-humans, huddled together under the tree to escape from the monsters that attacked them, and that they were allowed to live inside the tree by a goddess who descended from the heavens.
Beastmen and demi-humans were protecting the great tree that had existed since the creation of the world. And humans were preserving the legend of the Goddess.
And the elves who left the forest did so to support the heroes.
It was the custom of this continent that had continued to this day.
Regardless of whether the legend was true or false, the castle with its green roof that looked like a witch's triangular hat was so huge that it made Fornelis lose her point of view every time she returned.
It could be seen in the way she lost her composure from the act of carrying the oversized sword on her back every time she approached the castle, causing the knights following behind her to relax their mouths slightly.
Beastmen knights.
They were not dressed in heavy armor like Fonteau, but rather in light armor with iron breastplates and armor to protect their elbows and knees.
Their weapons were also light, for ease of movement, and they did not wear a helmet to keep their vision from being blocked.
Although it was not deep in the forest, Grabalt was still a thickly wooded forest, where mobility was more important than defense.
Perhaps because they have been living in the forest for so long, beastmen and demi-humans have excellent resistance to poisons, which was one of the reasons why they dress so lightly.
Ordinary poisons were neutralized before they take effect, which was different from the elves who use magic to detoxify them.
One could say that elves were staying away from the poison while the beastmen lived with poison.
For that reason, the beastmen wear light clothing even when living in the forest where poison and insects were common.
With beastmen knights in tow, a female wolf knight in a military uniform arrived at the castle.
"Tend to the horses. I'm going to report to the king."
"Ha!"
After passing through the castle gate, she instructed one of the knights as she get down from the large warhorse with a light jump, and went directly into the castle.
Her footsteps were light.
As she walked lightly down the passageway that had been carved out of the inside of a huge tree that was also her home, she passed several people whose faces she did not recognize.
(It's only been a few days since I left the castle, but the number of unfamiliar faces has increased.)
Besides, Fornelis felt that the atmosphere in the castle was gloomy.
It was true that in the castle there were usually a lot of people who performed their duties in a serious atmosphere because they were working for the king, but now it was different.
It was not the feeling, but the expression on their faces was gloomy.
With long gray hair, a wolf's tail of the same color, and her ample breasts swaying in her military uniform, she could feel the dark atmosphere in the castle, and Fornelis felt her excited feeling turn cold―― her heart tighten.
After a long time of passing the soldiers with dark faces, Fornelis finally arrived at the king's private chambers.
It was a distance that would make a normal human being lose their breathing, but the physically superior beastwoman didn't get tired in the slightest.
"I'm back, father."
The king's private chambers. She knocked lightly on the door, and a voice from inside said, "You may enter".
After waiting for his words, Fornelis opened the door to the king's private chambers and went inside.
Inside was Baldur, the king of Grabalt, the owner of the room, and her father.
And there were three people inside, Meltia and Mariabelle, who took a bath and cleansed themselves.
As soon as the two girls saw Fornelis's face, they lightened their facial expressions, and Meltia, who was about to indulge herself in her like in the past, cleared her throat to control herself.
"Ara, both of you were here."
But Fornelis was different now.
Her expression was still that of a cold Knight Commander. But with her big ears up and her tail wagging vigorously, she called out to them and walked up to them with a lively step and hugged them.
The silver-haired and black-haired princess's faces were buried in the bosom of her black military uniform.
Her breasts, bigger than their mother's, enveloped their faces, and Meltia and Mariabelle both let out pained cries.
"Arara, I'm sorry alright."
Fornelis apologized and loosened her hug, but did not let go of her hand from hugging them.
It had been a long time since they had seen each other, but even so, she could tell at a glance that the two of them were mentally disturbed and exhausted.
The tense expression on their faces and their eyes. Their mouths were tight, as though they were holding something back.
It was not an expression that a child should have on its face.
No, the two of them were no longer children, but they were still like children to Fornelis, who was not yet married.
She gently hugged them like Leticia would do, who was not with them at the moment, and slowly stroked their backs.
"……Jeez"
Normally, Baldur, the king, and her father, would have a few words to say to her, such as "behave in a more age-appropriate manner" or "calm down as a princess would," but not today.
It was because he understood that her action would calm the two princesses.
Meltia and Mariabelle, who had been tense since earlier, had their faces slightly loosened up and relaxed in relief.
Baldur had been the king since they were children, but Fornelis, who had treated them as friends and family, seemed to be a comfort to the two who had lost their mother, Leticia.
There were other reasons for calling Fornelis, but Baldur was glad to have called her daughter back by seeing their relieved faces.
Meltia and Mariabelle were relieved of their tense feelings when Fornelis stroked their backs, and their expressions gradually returned to their usual soothing faces.
"Both of you had grown up, haven't you? When was the last time we saw each other...... five years ago?"
"Four years, Fornelis-sama."
Mariabelle corrected her and squinted her eyes.
Fornelis sniffed. It was a familiar sweet scent. It was a common perfume from a flower that was commonly seen in the forest and used by women after taking a bath in Grabalt.
"Finished taking a bath?"
"You have a good nose, don't you? We just finished taking a bath."
Feeling the tension finally fade from Meltia's words, Fornelis let them go.
"Un. You seem to have calmed down a bit."
"I'm sorry, Fornelis-sama. I had shown you a shameful behavior..."
"It's okay. Children don't need to hesitate."
She easily accepted the words that Meltia would have refuted in the past.
Take back their country, save their mother, and stand firm as the daughter of the hero.
That tense feeling was loosened by Fornelis's words, who had known her since before she could remember.
"You're back, Fornelis."
But even though their feelings relaxed, Fornelis's feelings were about to become tense.
The gray wolf swordswoman turned her dignified eyes to him as she straightened her posture at the voice of the king, not her father.
"Yes. There is no problem with the patrol today. No major incidents have occurred and the West district is peaceful."
"I see."
The west district was near the Holy Kingdom.
Fonteau was near the east district―― northeast side to be exact.
He wondered if they were lucky or not. Baldur, the king of Grabalt, sighed.
There was little in the way of decoration. There was a desk, a bookshelf with dictionaries, and books on the history of each country. A table and chairs for visitors. And a door leading to the bedroom.
The reason why it was so simple was that Grabalt didn't have the habit of decorating rooms in the first place.
Fornelis, who occasionally traveled to other countries and saw the rooms of women of her age, had no taste for decorating her own room, probably because she was used to their race's way of life.
At best, she bought a piece of armor she liked and hung it on the wall.
"You look tired, is there a problem?"
At Fornelis' words, Baldur turned his gaze toward Meltia and Mariabelle.
"Fornelis-sama. Actually..."
"Ah no. I'll explain it to her."
Meltia, who thought that she was asked to explain by his gaze, opened her mouth, but Baldur stopped in a hurry.
"Umu. Thats, it's a terrible story to you since you were so close to Lady Leticia...."
"What's wrong with Leticia?"
Fornelis, who had felt a bad feeling from her fatherー the king's words, gulped down her saliva.
At the same time, she remembered.
The image of a friend she had traveled with more than ten years ago.
A silver-haired mage who was so bossy, selfish, and full of confidence.
Even now, Fornelis thought she was such a great mage that there was no better mage than Leticia.
Although she had settled down since becoming a mother, she still had her usual self-confidence that was hard to fix, especially in front of the people she had traveled with...... Fornelis had a good grasp of Leticia's personality than those who know her as a queen.
In fact, although they hadn't seen each other for years, when Fornelis, Leticia, and the Priestess got together, they often talked about the old days and fought when the topic of their "mischief" came up when they were young.
......As she was remembering the past, her father sighed again.
"It seems that Fonteau was destroyed by a monster."
"――Eh?"
At first, she could not understand what her father was saying.
Her appearance, which was always like that of a sharpened sword, fell apart and a trembling voice escaped from her mouth.
She looked next to her and saw Meltia and Mariabelle with clouded expressions. Even though she understood that it was the truth, she still felt demoralized when she heard the words.
"It's not that Meltia and Mariabelle have come to visit you, but that they have been forced to leave the country."
"Who is it!?"
"It's not someone, it's a monster. A new species, apparently."
And the king explained to Fornelis what he had heard from Meltia and the others during the day.
As she listened, however, Fornelis did not let out her anger, but calmly tried to understand the king's words with her raging mind.
"……I see"
And when Fornelis heard about the existence of the slime, she finally said something.
She had been trying to understand, but her mind couldn't keep up.
Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she didn't want to acknowledge the slime that could increase by raping women.
And the fact that her best friend Leticia might be trapped.
"If so, will you gather the troops immediately?"
"I'd like to, but the land in Grabalt is rather large and the roads aren't good enough...... I was just about to tell you that."
Meltia nodded at Baldur's words.
"...Then, can I organize the army?"
"No. It takes time to gather soldiers, so I'm thinking of fulfilling another request first."
"Request?"
Fornelis tilted her head and looked at Mariabelle.
"I want you to lend me father's sword..."
"I see. You'll use it to kill the slime."
That's good, she thought.
If the opponent was an unknown enemy, Fornelis agreed that they should take all possible precautions.
In battle, carelessness was the greatest enemy, and pride was the most dangerous. She had understood that firsthand since the Demon King still existed.
In other words.
"To guide them to the temple?"
"They'll be safe with you."
She wondered if he had called a busy Knight Commander just for that. Normally, she would have said that.
The temple where the hero's sword was located was far away from the capital, but the road was paved so that they could easily go there if a problem occurred.
But Fornelis thanked her father in her heart for calling her.
"Yes, I'll take care of it. Don't worry, you two. I'll show you the way."
"Thank you very much, Baldur-sama, Fornelis-sama"
Meltia expressed her gratitude and bowed her head together with Mariabelle.
"Hey, hey. It's not something a princess of a country should bow down to so easily. I'm just a knight commander, after all."
Fornelis said in a ridiculous manner and patted them on the head.
As her hands combed the beautiful silver hair and lustrous black hair, the sweet scent of flowers became slightly stronger.
It had a pleasant scent.
Enjoying the scent, Fornelis hugged them again.
"Don't worry. Let's get some rest first, and then we'll go get it...... Is that okay?"
"Yes"
"Thank you, Fornelis-sama"
That was what she said to the two of them, however, she also said to herself.
(Leticia...... I'm going to help you this time.)
In the past, a hero and a mage saved Grabalt, which was on the verge of being destroyed by monsters.
This time, it was to save the mage.
She promised herself that she would definitely protect the two people that she thought of as her own daughters.
She would save Leticia and bring her and her child safely face to face.
That was why she would hold the sword.
Fornelis spent the night in a restless state of mind, even after leading them to the bedroom and returning to her private quarters after bathing.
Squeak, squeak.
A squirrel hurriedly climbed a tree to escape from something.
Its movements were so agile that it looked like there was an afterimage as it run. Then it finished its ascent in a flash, and it squeaked again, as though relieved.
But the next moment.
"Something" cuts through the air so fast, and by the time its movement echoed through the dark forest, the squirrel had disappeared.
Zu, zu, zu.
"Something" crawled.
"Something" darker than the darkness of the dark forest...... the Black Ooze resumed its activities, dissolving the squirrels it had taken in within its body fluids.
Tentacles were extending from its oval body.
It was a tentacle that caught the squirrel. Its size, which was only as thick as the index finger of a human, cuts the air at a speed that could not be followed by one's eyes when it bent like a whip and caught its prey the next moment.
This time, it was a wild rabbit.
Next was a snake, then a wild bird.
By this time, the animals, sensing the danger of the wriggling thing that smelled so good, had fled.
The Black Ooze was making its way through the forest, emitting a smell that the beasts loved.
It was an ability it gained by taking in a variety of wildflowers and fragrant plants.
However, no matter how much the beasts liked the smell that the Black Ooze emitted, they would run away if they felt death.
And the Black Ooze would not chase after a fleeing beast.
It was only food, after all.
A beast with no mana and no womb to bear its child was of no value to the Black Ooze.
Even as food, it was not strictly necessary, as it was only used to increase its own mass, but just as beasts have their own instincts, so did the Black Ooze.
Self-enhancement was one of the few instincts that the Black Ooze had.
And the elimination of hostile beings.
Zu, zu.
The Black Ooze moved forward.
"...What?"
It heard a voice.
Someone heard the sound of the Black Ooze moving, and reacted.
The mucus monster realized that the owner of the voice had turned towards it, and stopped its movement. Then it hid in the tall reed grass and waited.
In the first place, it was a mucus monster that did not even breathe. If it stopped moving in the darkness of the night, in the deep forest, it would not emit any sound.
The owner of the voice was high up in the air.
The darkness of night. The sky at night, with only the light of the moon and stars to rely on.
Even in such a sky, there was a small being that seemed to shine palely―― a fairy, a faerie.
It was smaller than any person the Black Ooze had ever seen, and it was flying in the sky.
It had two pairs of wings on its back and its hair was gold in color.
Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as the fairy descended into the forest.
The Black Ooze hid.
It was already within the reach of its tentacles, but its instinct warned it.
The fairies were agile, and second only to the elves in terms of magic.
No, they were born of the earth and have more mana than elves.
The Black Ooze, who had taken in a large number of elves in Fonteau, saw the amount of magic the fairy possessed and was wary of it.
"It's not an animal, is it? What is it, what is it?"
Fairies were curious in nature, and even if they think it might be dangerous, they couldn't stop their curiosity.
The fairy's curiosity was aroused by the hint of something different from wild animals, beastmen, and demi-humans that she sensed in the forest, and she descended from the sky.
As she had just passed by, the Black Ooze had extended its tentacles from behind.
"Ue!?"
From the fairy's point of view, it was a sudden attack from the grass where she had felt nothing.
However, the speed of the fairy, who used its wings on its back to move through the air, was beyond the Black Ooze's expectations, and what the Black Ooze didn't know was that fairies born of the earth were more sensitive to changes in their surroundings than any other species.
Its outstretched tentacles cut through the air, and the blonde fairy flew up into the sky in a panic.
In the moonlight, the hem of her dress, as dark red as the autumn leaves, swayed with her wild movements.
The skirt of her dress was unable to keep up with her movement and swayed up, revealing for a moment her thighs the size of a human forefinger, but with a good amount of flesh considering the size of the fairy itself, and the lower half of her body covered in white underwear.
The thin fabric wrapped around her supple, tight thighs and calves, and the base of her thighs, which drew a sensuous line. It did not have much design, but the thinness of the cloth made the lower half of her body more erotic, and the fairy's doll-like expression had turned red.
"Wha-wha-what is this!?"
Her next action was also swift.
Without a wand to aid her magic, the fairy held out her hand and the thin tentacles that had been chasing the tiny girl were instantly frozen.
The tentacles shattered halfway through when only the tips were frozen.
Unlike humans and elves, they were born from the earth.
They have no weaknesses in the use of magic, and could even use a certain amount of powerful magic just by thinking about it.
However, due to their curiosity and inability to concentrate on one thing at a time, they were unable to learn magic even though they have powerful mana and talents.
"What was that? jeez..."
Even though she was attacked by tentacles, there was little sense of danger in the fairy's voice.
The momentary attack only made her feel even more curious than she felt threatened.
After a few moments of standing still in the air, the fairy sensed that the tentacles were not extending and descended again.
"I wonder what's out there? Should I go get the others?"
She said, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face.
The fact that she was the first of her kind to find something unusual was an opportunity to become the center of conversation for the entertainment-hungry fairies.
As a fairy that was curious and wanted to stand out, being the envy of the other fairies was a great honor.
That was why, even if she thought that it might be a little dangerous, she tried to find out what the "rare thing" was by herself.
So, in order to find out what the source of the tentacles was, but not to take any more risks than necessary, the fairy went into the forest, keeping an eye from the sky so that she could escape at any time.
By that time, the Black Ooze had also finished preparing a trap to catch the fairy.
Its opponent was flying in the sky.
However, it could sense the approaching presence from the flow of wind and the pressure from the air.
It was an existence that started out using skills in hunting.
Setting a trap and securing its prey safely.
Countless thin tentacles were stretched out in all directions, hidden in the tall grass. If there were no grass, the tentacles would look like a spider's web when looking from above.
Furthermore, it wrapped its tentacles around the countless trees in the surrounding area.
Even though she was a fairy born from the earth, its tentacles mimic the trunks and branches of trees so elaborately that it was hard to tell from a distance.
It was a type of trap used in food storage to capture rats that wandered inside. The bait was placed on top of the sticky trap and the rodents that jumped on the bait were caught.
Although it didn't prepare any bait, the ground and all the trees in the area were turned into sticky traps.
Unaware of that, the fairy lowered its altitude, shaking the two pairs of small wings on its back, and finally entered the forest.
Even during the daytime, the forest was shrouded in darkness as though it were night, and at night, even a beastmen with excellent vision would be unable to see the palm of its hand in front of it.
The faeries were no exception, and the small intruder, pushed by curiosity, stared into the darkness and felt a faint flow of mana.
It was an unnatural flow.
A flow of mana that did not exist in the natural world―― it was mana used by monsters.
However, after more than a decade of peace, the sense of danger had faded and the fairy did not know that the flow of mana was from a monster.
"There is something... it smells good, but what is it?"
The Black Ooze emitted a variety of sweet floral scents from the surface of its mucus in order to lower its guard slightly.
The strong smell of multiple fragrances mixed together did not exist in the natural world, and it stimulated the curiosity of the fairy more.
Perhaps she thought it was the scent of a flower she didn't know, but the little doll-like fairy continued to descend further and further into the forest.
Finally, not even the moonlight could illuminate her entire body, and her tiny limbs disappeared into the darkness.
"I wonder where is it...?"
By the time she realized it, it was too late, but there was no sense of danger in the fairy's voice as she didn't realize what it was.
As she reached out to search for something strange in the darkness, some kind of sticky mucus touched her hand.
Unable to see, the fairy moved her mucus-stained fingertips and felt as though it were highly sticky honey.
Next, she moved her liquid-stained fingertips closer to her face and smelled an even stronger sweet scent.
For a moment, the fairy was surprised by the intensity of the smell, but when she realized that it was a sweetness she had never smelled before......
"Wow, that smells good."
She let out a squeal of delight.
In the darkness, unable to see an inch ahead, the fairy reached out again.
Her voice was the only sound in the dark forest of the night. She couldn't see anything and she didn't know what is it.
There was a certain joy in the voice that came from the forest, and anyone who knew the fairy race would have thought that she was playing some kind of "game" even though she couldn't see.
After a few moments of enjoying the sweet scent, the fairy's back trembled with a newfound curiosity.
(――Since it smells so sweet, how does it taste?)
Unable to resist her curiosity, the fairy willingly brought her fingertips, stained with black ooze mucus, to her mouth.
Not being able to see it, curiosity was a terrible thing.
Unaware that it was the mucus of a monster, the fairy took the sweet-smelling mucus into her mouth without hesitation, but in the next moment, she hurriedly spat it out.
"Not good!? Peh... There's something weird in it."
It was natural.
It's been less than a few days since it entered the forest and it had taken in a wide variety of wildlife and wildflowers.
Some of the "food" was still dissolving, and the fairy's mouth contained bitter wildflowers and animal bones.
The butterflies were attracted by the sweet scent, but when they lost interest in the nectar, they rushed to leave.
"Ouch―― eh, what?"
The fact that she was in the dark, with no vision, caused her to bump into a tree branch.
It was not just a tree branch... It was a sticky tree branch that the tentacles of the Black Ooze mimicked.
That was where the Black Ooze, which had not moved a muscle even though its prey was right in front of it, finally resumed its activities.
It moved its tentacles from the ground and extended them toward the tree branch where the fairy was trapped.
It formed seven tentacles, each of which was about a size thinner than a human pinky finger. But from the fairy's perspective, they were as thick as her own hand.
"Eh, what? What?"
The fairy, unable to see in the darkness, was easily caught by the tentacles and wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
The wings on her back were soaked with the mucus that had mimicked the branch of the tree, and she was unable to cast her magic with her bewildered mind.
However, as soon as she realized that she was in danger, she flailed her small body with all her strength and tried to escape from the restraints.
"W-wait!? Let me go!"
There was still no sense of danger in her voice.
In the first place, she still didn't even understand what was attacking her.
However, such a voice would gradually lose its composure when the skirt of her red dress that covered both legs was forcibly spread to the left and right and was rolled up to her thighs.
The mucus-soaked wings became so heavy that they couldn't keep a single fairy float.
At that point, the fairy realized that she was in a very dangerous situation.
Her cheeks twitched and her eyes widened.
By the time she realized that the "something" in the darkness was so horrible and frightening, there was already no way to escape.
"Wai... no, what's with this position? Stop it!"
Both of her legs were opened in an M-shape position, and her underwear was boldly exposed in the air.
Peeking out from the skirt of her red dress was white underwear with a cute red ribbon. Her cheeks turned red at the bold exposure of her underwear, and the fairy raised her voice in protest.
The touch of the cold tentacles was uncomfortable, and while she was aware of the goosebumps that appeared on her finely textured skin, the fairy's body flailed more, causing the dress she was wearing to become even more disheveled as a result.
The skirt was completely rolled up, and the shoulder straps of the underwear that supported her breasts were exposed. It was at that point that the fairy stopped resisting, breathing hard, a part of her white bra, which was decorated with the same lace as her lower underwear, was exposed.
"Uu...... this gooey feeling is so gross."
The tentacles still produce a pleasant floral scent, but the discomfort feeling of its touch made the fairy cry a little.
Then, the wind blew.
The trees swayed and a small amount of light shone into the forest.
The pale ―― even such a pale light became a strong source of light to the eyes that got used to the darkness and shined the ground of the forest, the source of the scent was there, reflected into the fairy's line of sight.
"Hii"
What leaked out was a scream that made her throat tighten.
In front of the fairy, there was an oval shape of mucus that reflected the moonlight and glowed. she knew what it was.
A slime.
But its size was much larger than the one the fairy knew of.
It was supposed to be about the size as her or even smaller than that.
However, the slime that was now restraining the fairy was so large...... that it could easily swallow her.
The Black Ooze, unaware that its identity had been noticed, tried to remove the fairy trapped in the tentacles that had mimicked a tree branch.
"No!?"
She didn't know what it was going to do to her, but she had a bad feeling about it, and she immediately let out a word of refusal, then the fairy put mana into both arms.
In the darkness, she didn't know what she was restraining her, but if she knew that it was a slime's tentacle, there were plenty of ways to counteract it.
She could send out ice magic from her entire arm to freeze the mucus and easily destroy it.
However, if she did it, she would freeze her wings, which were a fragile and sensitive part of her body, and destroy it as well, so she hesitated.
As a result, she lost her balance which was halfway free, and ended up flailing about in the air.
"No, mou――"
It didn't matter to the Black Ooze that a small being like a fairy was flailing, but it didn't want to injure the precious mother.
Because of her small size, the Black Ooze produced a paralyzing poison with care. The poison was less concentrated than what it used on humans and elves, and it defiled fairy.
"Ue!? That's dirty!?"
The red dress darkened in color as the paralyzing poison was poured over her body.
Her loose-fitting clothes stuck to her limbs due to it being soaked, revealing her breasts, which were rich compared to the fairy's petite frame.
"Wh, at?"
Then, slowly, her body's freedom was taken away.
Her limbs, which had been flailing about, lost their strength, and she was unable to resist the tentacles' movements.
But.
"Wait, you've got poison on you?"
The reaction was instantaneous.
It surprised the Black Ooze, whose consciousness was ambiguous, so much that it slowed down its tentacles for a moment.
The fairy had effortlessly neutralized the paralyzing poison that had affected so many elves and humans in the past.
They were not as resistant to poison as the beastmen.
That was one thing about magic.
While humans and elves have learned a magic system that only pursues destruction, fairies were good at healing magic.
Humans, who were using their skills to fight monsters, and fairies, who were using their abilities for support, had different roles, and over a long period of time, they came up with different kinds of magic to suit their roles. To the Black Ooze, the healing magic used by the fairy was completely unknown.
"You, let go of me this instant."
When she noticed that the tentacles had stopped moving, she flailed her body.
Both hands were now free, but the wings and legs were still trapped. In addition, both of her legs were opened in a disorderly manner.
If she flailed about in such a humiliating outfit, her breasts, emphasized by her wet dress, would sway softly and amuse whoever was watching her―― normally.
However, the Black Ooze was more interested in the rampaging fairy as a mother and gently and slowly bringing her closer.
The wind blew again, and part of the Black Ooze's huge body was hidden in the darkness.
Creatures rely on visual information more than they realize.
The same was true for faeries born from nature. The mere fact that something they couldn't see was enough to make people feel fearful, though it may vary from person to person.
Even the fairy who knew that it was just a slime, even if it was huge, was shaken by the feeling of "what it would do next" when it was swallowed by the darkness.
"Uu... mou. Someone come help me."
Her voice was trembling and she was on the verge of crying.
The fairy, usually cheerful, mischievous, and full of curiosity, would get frightened as a small, powerless girl she was when harm comes to her.
With an anxious expression on her face like a helpless maiden, the fairy frowned at the scent of the flowers that grew stronger as she get closer to the Black Ooze.
No matter how good the scent was, if it was too strong, it was unpleasant.
Rather, it was a sweet scent that she could not dislike, but her intuition warned her that the scent was too strong and would disturb her senses.
Her mind and intuition were giving her a different reaction.
Her mind accepted the meltingly sweet scent, while her intuition was screaming at her that it was dangerous.
With a mixture of emotions within her, the fairy's small body was finally brought in front of the Black Ooze.
It was pitch black.
It was dark.
But there, right in front of her eyes, something was definitely wriggling.
"Uu, uuu..."
The fairy let out a muffled scream, but it didn't reach outside the forest or even above the trees.
The thought of shouting for help was suppressed due to fear and she couldn't think of anything to say.
Her bound legs trembled, and her voice and expression, which had been so cheerful, disappeared.
Anyone who knew about monsters could predict what it would do to them once caught.
They would get killed.
Kill and be eaten.
That was what monsters do, and that was what it would do to her... A stain appeared on the crotch part of the Fairy's white underwear.
She was so terrified that she leaked a little, and the Black Ooze could tell from her reaction and the smell that she was so terrified.
It had been observing the fairy's unknown magic.
The Black Ooze sensed that the fairy had lost its will to resist, and moved on to the next action.
It took in the tiny doll-like body that it moved in front of it.
"Hi, hii!?"
Both legs, hips, arms, and body were taken into the filthy, darker-than-dark mass of mucus.
The clothes stained by the paralyzing poison were completely soaked with slime mucus.
The fairy that had been swallowed by the Black Ooze looked like a piece of furniture with only its head and long golden hair exposed.
"No, what is this!?"
She should have resisted before it happened.
However, her body, cowering in fear, did not move according to the owner's will, and her arms only flailed a little.
If she were taken into its body like that, she could freeze and destroy it as there was no way she could burn and vaporize it.
If she did, she would suffer the same amount of damage, who was completely taken in.
"No. What is this, what is this!?"
The shock she felt all over her body caused her to let out a lusty cry.
The moonlight that shined every time the wind blew illuminated the figure that was bound in a position where its entire body was swallowed by the translucent slime.
Only the head was outside, and it looked ridiculous, as though it was a figurine.
Inside the Black Ooze's body, her bowl-shaped breasts and slim, tight waist could be seen through her wet, tight dress.
Her skirt swayed inside the mucus, completely exposing her white underwear with its cute ribbon decoration. Even her navel was exposed.
The beautiful legs that have not the slightest bit of useless flab were fixed in an awkward wide opened position.
"No―― wai, no way!? Eat, don't eat me!?"
Her surprised voice was even more astonishing than being killed or eaten alive.
The crotch part of her underwear wriggled inside the mucus, and the pubic area, which should have been covered by the underwear, began to open on its own.
She clearly felt the slightest movement of her wet underwear and was joined by the movement of her clitoris.
It was as though she had been caressing it for a long time, but when the fairy screamed in surprise, it gradually began to open.
"No way, it can't be real!? Stop doing that!?"
The fairy moved her neck, the only part of her body that could move, and turned around to look at the Black Ooze.
Even as she did so, she could feel the strange sensation of the filthy mucus invading her flesh through the fabric of her underwear.
The sensation of a foreign object entering her body despite the fact that she was still clothed was terrible, it was literally like having her body pierced.
In order to avoid damaging the small fairy's body, a large amount of mucus did not enter all at once, but rather a small amount, and the fairy gradually clenched her teeth and was in pain.
Naturally.
Faeries were born of the earth, which meant that their race could thrive without the need for sexual intercourse.
Even if they knew about these things, they didn't really need them...... Many have never had sex in their entire lives, and their lifespan was longer than the elves.
And she was also a virgin who had never had sexual intercourse.
The virgin hole tightened against the fairy's will in an attempt to push the foreign object out, and that action further intensified the sensation of a foreign object inside the body.
She felt the pressure of her flesh being pushed open and the pain of being penetrated in the place she had never touched.
(Ugh... it's so painful!?)
Gradually, not even a scream could be heard, and the fairy tried desperately to endure the pain by biting her lip.
Sensing that, the Black Ooze stopped the mucus from penetrating her vagina and turned its attention to the foreskin-protected pearl above the entrance.
"Uu, uuu"
The mucus from the Black Ooze around the still-wet vagina served to prevent pain from the still-growing clitoris, which was only slightly peeking out.
However, the body, which had never known sexual pleasure in the first place, felt an electric shock, and the fairy distorted her well-formed expression and bit her lips.
Her mind didn't accept the stimulus as pleasure, but the fairy's body gradually began to show some response.
In the crotch part of the underwear, a lovely, plump point that was almost nonexistent at first began to appear.
Her erect clitoris was tormented by the Black Ooze's mucus, and it rolled in all directions.
"Haa, hii, haa, hii, hau"
Her expression, which had been clouded by pain, gradually eased, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
When her lips that were being bitten were released, her mouth was opened, drawing a thread of saliva.
As that happened, her mouth forgot to close and spilled hot breath, and drool was dripping in response.
She was unaware of the change. As she thought that she was still enduring the caresses of the slime, her body, which had matured without knowing sexual pleasure, was collapsing.
When her clitoris was caressed slowly and steadily, the fairy turned her chin upward and twitched from the neck up.
Her jewel-like blue eyes went blank for a moment, and stars scattered behind her eyelids.
She climaxed easily, not even noticing the slap of her long, mucus-soaked blond hair against her cheek.
"Haah, haah, huh...?"
She didn't understand what had happened to her body.
She just looked up at the sky, breathing hard like a dog, trying to figure out what had happened to her.
However.
"Haah, wai, waih... wai... uuu"
Before she could catch her breath, the mucus staining her pubic area resumed its activity―― or rather, it continued to stimulate her pubic area and clitoris even after the fairy had climaxed.
When the mucus stimulated the clitoris through her underwear with delicate movements, the sensitive fleshy pearl was rubbed by the hard texture of her underwear instead of the slimy texture of the mucus.
When it realized that she was still not used to the stimulation from the inner part of her body, it repeated a slight back and forth movement near the shallow entrance of her vagina and gradually loosened up her vaginal flesh.
"Igii, Higaa―― Ah, ah, aaaguu!?"
The fairy screams out at the stimulation of the most sensitive part in her lower body and tried to twist it to lessen the shock as much as possible.
However, now that she was inside the Black Ooze's body, she was not allowed to make even the slightest bit of resistance and could only scream helplessly as she was pinned in a crab-like position.
Her underwear, soaked with mucus and love juices, was no longer doing its role, only informing her of the movement from the mucus.
The mucus that was clinging to her clitoris, which was about to emerge from the foreskin with only a slight caress―― pulled it out completely.
"Hiiii!? Hahii, hahiiii!?"
The electric shock-like stimulation from her clitoris to her spine caused the fairy to scream as loud as she could, and she climaxed again.
She could no longer understand what was happening to her.
All she could do was shake her head morbidly, mess up her long hair, and scream while drooling and sweating all over her body.
The mischievous and cheerful fairy was gone, and she was just a broken toy.
Her mouth, which was busy screaming, stopped breathing, and her nose, which had been neat and tidy, opened wide to take in oxygen into her lungs.
Her blue eyes, which had lost their light, were rolling back and could not return to their normal state, and she shook her broken face.
The small but beautifully formed limbs that have been taken in by the mucus did not move in the slightest and only reacted when her underwear and the lewd flesh beneath them felt the movement of the mucus.
The fairy, who was as beautiful as a doll, was fixed like a doll, and only from the neck up, she kept screaming haphazardly.
(Wait, wait... I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!?)
She couldn't even say what was in her thoughts, and gradually it became painful to even think.
She couldn't clench her hands, curl her toes, close her thighs, or put pressure on her limbs.
She could not do anything.
She could only accept the pleasure being given to her with her mature body and immature sexual organs.
"Hii!? gi, gyii!? nooo, stap, staaaph!?"
(Help me, help me, help me)
I don't care who it is, just help me.
I want to escape from this pain.
The only thing she could do was to try to scream, but it would turn into a charming voice instead of a scream.
Her voice leaked out as no one could understand what she was saying, and tears, drool, sweat and snot distorted her once doll-like face.
(My, My―― My strength, is fading...)
She climaxed before she could even understand it, and when she climaxed and her flesh loosened up, the mucus went further in.
The further the Black Ooze's mucus traveled into her body, the greater the pleasure she was receiving, and it would force the fairy to climax even more.
She was stuck in a vicious cycle, and there was no way she could endure her first taste of pleasure.
She climaxed, and climaxed, and climaxed.
Before she knew it, the fairy realized that her strength was draining.
Fatigue, too.
However, there was a feeling of strength leaving her body.
"Stap, stap, stap that'sh!? something ish!?"
The pleasure that was given to her was taking away even her ability to think.
The fairy's mana was being sucked every time she climaxed, but she could not understand what was happening.
It was horror.
She was being raped.
She was being violated.
At the same time, something was happening to her―― she couldn't even think about what it was.
Every time she climaxed, her consciousness was slowly turning white, she cried out in fear as she felt that her existence was disappearing, and even her voice was mixed with a charming sound as it was swallowed up by the dark forest and disappeared.
There was no one there to hear the fairy's screams.
Now, she couldn't even remember why she came to the depths of these woods alone.
Just.
"Save mhe! someone save mhe!"
She raised her voice as loud as she could to call for help, but there was no response, and even if there was, at her current state, she would not be able to recognize it.
Without paying any attention to the fairy's reaction, the Black Ooze just softly unraveled the fairy's limbs and took in the fairy's mana, which was completely different from that of humans and elves.
It didn't feel any particular emotion there.
It was uninterested.
Business as usual.
It drowned the woman in pleasure, violate her, and made her give birth to a child.
That was why.
The Black Ooze began to walk through the forest, violating the fairy inside its body.
"Forgive mhe, forgive mhe!? I'll do anything, I'll hear what you shay. Just forgive mhe, save mheee!?"
Even though the fairy pleaded, it did not stop its movement.
The screams startled the beasts living in the forest and ran away, but the slime didn't care because absorbing bodily fluids from the powerful magical fairy was worth many times more to the Black Ooze.
The love juices seeping from her vagina, her urine leaking from her urethra, her sweat, her tears, her saliva, and her snot.
All of them were absorbed by the Black Ooze.
"Why, I didn't do anything. Iiii."
Why?
There was no reason.
The only reason was that the fairy was a female.
If it was a male, it would have taken it in, suffocate it, dissolve it and absorb every last of it, so she could say that she was happy that she didn't die.
"Hii, gii!? Something, again, what ish it!?"
After several climaxes that even she couldn't count, the fairy's eyes completely turned over.
Her eyes rolled back, her head hung down, and her long blond hair, which had been swinging wildly, sank into the mucus of the Black Ooze as gravity pulled it down.
However.
Even though she was completely unconscious, the fairy's head was still twitching.
Naturally.
The Black Ooze did not stop its caresses just because she fainted, and her clitoris and vaginal canal were still being stimulated.
The white underwear was moving busily in the mucus, and the large, hard, lumpy clitoris underneath was being moved up and down, left and right, as though it were a toy.
Each time, the fairy's head would twitch and a small moaning sound would escape from her slumped mouth.
Judging from her body temperature and heartbeat, the fairy was still alive, so the Black Ooze continued on―― finally, out of the forest.
A white moon and white stars.
The dark night sky, the dark grasslands, and the dark forest.
The beautiful flowerbeds, arranged by human hands, shone in the moonlight, and the way the petals swayed in the wind was like a painting cut out of a fantasy.
The petals, large and small, and the plants and flowers that had grown over the years were entwined and decorated a small temple that had decayed over hundreds of years but had been maintained by human hands.
It was not that big.
It was certainly big enough to look up at, but it was too small to be a temple, and the entrance was barely big enough for one person to pass through.
But――.
As the Black Ooze approached the temple and stretched out its tentacles toward the entrance, there was a bang. The tentacle was electrocuted as though it had been struck by lightning, and was flung away.
The smell of rotten mucus burned into the surrounding air.
"Oh―― aaahh..."
The fairy's moaning gradually became louder.
She would wake up soon.
Sensing that, but caring nothing of it, the Black Ooze stopped at the entrance to the temple.
It was a barrier.
Or was it a holy barrier that repelled the Black Ooze and other monsters?
It looked at the pillars around the temple―― old, vine-wrapped pillars with large jewels at the top.
There were four of them as it seemed to surround the temple.
Understanding that it was the key to the barrier, the Black Ooze stretched out its tentacles toward the jewels.
The tentacles were flung away by the barrier again.
With a high-pitched sound, the tip of the tentacles burned.
However, it was not as powerful as when it had extended its tentacles to the entrance of the temple. Only the surface of the tentacles was burned.
If it were a normal human, it would have burned its entire body, but for the Black Ooze, it only burned the surface.
――It didn't matter.
It continued to extend its tentacles, and extend, and extend. Thicker and thicker, and stronger and stronger.
Higher than the pillar. High enough to cover even the moonlight.
It stretched out its tentacles and slammed them down with great force from above.
With a loud sound, the pillar broke, and the jewels were shattered at once.
The Black Ooze also stretched its tentacles at the entrance of the temple.
This time, there was no resistance.
After confirming that the barrier was gone, the Black Ooze walked through the entrance and into the temple.
The reason why the temple was so small was that it extended underground.
Right in front of the entrance was a staircase leading underground. And a strange torch, burning brightly and showing no signs of being extinguished even though there was no sign of human presence, lit up the temple.
One by one, the Black Ooze extinguished the torches with its tentacles and moved forward.
Mucus.
Mucus leaked out from its body.
Every time the Black Ooze moved forward, every time it stepped down from a stair, mucus spilled out and stained the temple.
The further it went, the wider the space it became, and the more complex the structure of the building became.
A natural maze.
That was the nature of the temple.
Then, regardless of the structure of the building, when the Black Ooze descended at the bottom, it released all of its mucus.
It burst as though it had exploded, scattering its mucus on the ceiling, walls, and floor.
Each of the scattered mucus acted with its own will and attacked the deep and complex temple.
Some go deeper.
Some mimic the walls of the temple.
Some remain visible as a guard.
Some continued to violate the fairy it had captured.
The Black Ooze attacked the temple. It invaded.
"Grabalt", a forest kingdom where beastmen reside.
The king of the beastmen, Baldur, one of the three rulers on the continent, breathed heavily on a throne that was carved out of a huge tree that was over a thousand years old.
The old wolf king, who was over 70 years old, stroked his long gray beard with his right hand while looking down at the two girls kneeling on the red carpet decorated with gold embroidery.
His gaze wavered in bewilderment, lacking the sternness that his people usually felt.
The clothes were made of animal fur, unlike silk that was woven in the country of Fonteau.
The crown was also not made of metal but woven with ivy. However, although it was not as beautiful as precious metals, the clothes worn by the king were imbued with strong magic.
The clothes he wore were made from a magical beast and were resistant to fire and heat, and the crown had a small amount of power to protect him from magic.
As royalty, they had visited the tree castle, which was considered the royal castle in Fonteau, several times, but no matter how many times they saw it, Meltia and Mariabelle thought it was a magnificent structure.
It was because the instincts of the elves, who originally lived as guardians of the forest, were drawn to it.
The castle, which was carved out of the interior of a huge tree that was over a thousand years old, just like the throne, was built in a natural way, with almost no artificial furnishings.
From the outside, it really was a gigantic tree.
And it was still alive.
In winter, the leaves on the outside of the castle wither away, and in spring, it became a beautiful green castle.
A living castle. That was the word to describe the castle that symbolized Grabalt, the land of the beastmen.
"Thank you for your hard work coming all the way here――."
But what words should he say to the girls kneeling on the carpet―― Meltia and Mariabelle, refugees from Fonteau but princesses of the country?
The king, who was aware that his country was a meritocratic system and that he used violence to subjugate others when he was young, but settled down due to his old age, cut off his words there.
A country had been destroyed.
He was not sure if he should offer words of encouragement to the princess of the country who had reported it.
However, it was also tempting to declare that he would lend his troops to help her regain their country right now.
The two princesses did not even care that their beautiful silver and black hair, and the luxurious dresses they were wearing were dirty.
Before when he attended an audience in the royal capital, their appearance was neat, but this made them look even more like a princess of a defeated country, which made his heart tighten.
It was not only the king sitting on the throne but also the country's leaders surrounding the two princesses―― the leaders of various tribes.
With the throne in the center, on the left side were the leaders of the Beastmen Tribe were lining up, who had the ears and tails of various beasts.
On the right side were a faerie with wings on her back and a lamia with a snake on the waist down. There was a group of hobbits who look like children, and a group of dwarves who were not much taller than hobbits but have beards.
The leaders of the tribes that live in the forest on the continent were upset by the news that the elven kingdom had been destroyed, but from the looks of Meltia and the others, they understood that it was not a lie.
"But I can't believe that Queen Leticia would be defeated by a slime."
"It's only slime, isn't it? Couldn't you have used your magic to kill it?"
"As explained earlier, they are so huge that they can swallow houses, and they have excellent regenerative abilities."
The leaders of the various tribes gathered there frowned at the words of the faerie with green-colored hair.
For the beastmen living in Grabalt, it was this explanation that was hard to believe.
Since the time when the Demon King had existed, slimes had been able to swallow wild beasts at best.
It was a cowardly monster that could only reach out its tentacles to domestic animals.
Left alone, they live by absorbing wild grasses and muddy water from the forest, and their size was about the size of a fist or two.
They had never imagined a slime so huge that it could swallow a house, and Meltia's explanation sounded like a delusion that was so unrealistic.
However.
The princesses of a country would not just abandon their country because of a delusion. That was what they thought.
So they understood.
That such a huge slime existed in reality.
"And that... it's very hard to explain."
"Is there something more?"
In addition to the headache of knowing that the country of the elves, who were good at magic, had been attacked and destroyed by slimes, who had no resistance to magic, Baldur, the king of the beastmen, listened to Meltia's explanation.
The wrinkles on the old wolf's face deepened and his eyes narrowed.
His brain, more confused than the leaders of the various tribes, was desperately trying to figure out how to deal with the situation later on.
"It's the slime...... I understand that the demon king was already gone, but......"
"It's okay, Princess Meltia. There are no slimes here, and whatever information you speak of will not frighten or terrify the bravest of the brave―― let us stand together and take back the country."
"We haven't been able to confirm it directly, but we have learned from our subjects who have fled with us that the number of...... slimes is increasing, with women as the mothers."
The last part was a whisper, but Meltia told the king.
A murmur spread through the throne room.
Monsters were increasing.
Everyone in the room understood that it was something that could never happen.
The monsters were created by the demon king, and now that the demon king had been defeated by the hero from the other world, they couldn't increase anymore.......
"What kind of ridiculous story is that!? The confusion of having your country destroyed may have caused you to say some strange things――."
"That's right! There is no such thing as using a woman as a mother. It's not just beastmen, demi-humans, or humans. Even their appearance is different!?"
The voice was too weak to be an angry one, as though it wanted the statement to be a lie.
No, perhaps it would be more appropriate to call it a scream.
Meltia shook her head at the voice.
"But the ones who destroyed Fonteau were indeed countless slimes―― more than a hundred of them. Given where that number came from ......"
In response to the words of the beastmen, Meltia told them that she had a certain amount of confidence in the information she had obtained after passing the border connecting Fonteau and Grabalt.
No matter how many slimes there were, there were at most three or four of them in a group.
They were not grouping up like ten or more―― even so.
That day.
The number of slimes she saw from the carriage fleeing from the country was well over a hundred.
Moreover, she thinks the slimes were united as they destroyed Fonteau.
It was proof that even though there were so many slimes, they were well controlled.
"Probably there is a parent slime..."
"A slime that controlled a hundred slimes?"
"Yes. Even though their number is huge, even though it's impossible for an ordinary elf to compete with it―― Mother...... Queen Leticia should not be outdone by a slime."
"In other words, Queen Leticia fought against the enemy's leader and lost...?"
"I think so"
In fact, neither Meltia nor Mariabelle had directly seen their mother, Leticia fighting.
However, the queen, who still loved her noble husband, the hero, would not abandon the country that was her connection to him, and if that country was swallowed by the slime, she could only think that she had been defeated.
"I have three requests, please."
"Tell me."
He knew that they have a request that was why they had come, so he was not surprised.
But he still didn't know what those three requests were.
Still, it was the wish of the daughter of a hero who saved the world.
Even if he was asked to lend the entire strength of his country, he felt a strong need to do something about it.
It was why the demon king who tried to rule the world was so powerful, and all the races on the continent were cornered―― the hero was something that not only Baldur, but the leaders of the other races present here, the elves who were attacked by the slime, and the people of the human nation who believe in the goddess who was said to have summoned the hero were indebted to him.
"First, please lend me your men."
"Alright. I promise that we will discuss it. We owe you a debt of gratitude, and I promise you that you will not be disappointed."
"Thank you very much. Secondly, I need reinforcements from the Holy Kingdom."
"Are we not enough for you?"
"No―― I'm not sure if it's true or a lie, but if the slimes were indeed using women as the mother to increase their numbers, then it must be destroyed. Even if it takes all of humanity and all of its forces."
"...Certainly"
The fact that the number of monsters was increasing was a threat.
Or perhaps it was engraved in their mind and hearts that it was a threat to the races living on the continent.
Eventually, monsters would perish.
It was because they knew this that they were at peace.
Even if it was just a slime that they had underestimated until now, they couldn't ignore it if it kept increasing.
All of the people in the room realized that they had to be destroyed, even if they had to gather all of their strength to do so.
"So what's the third one?"
"――Please lend me my father's sword, the hero's sword."
It was not Meltia who had been explaining the situation since earlier, but Mariabelle, who was kneeling behind her, her long black hair hiding her expression.
She raised her face, which she had been keeping down until now, and turned her black eyes like her father's, which she had been hiding to everyone since arriving in this country, to the Wolf King.
Her image was different from the beautiful black-haired princess who was troubled by her different appearance from others in the castle of Fonteau. Either she understood her position as a royal family or her mission as a daughter of a hero... Her eyes were dignified, cool, and full of willpower.
Even the long-lived old wolf king seemed to have forgotten to breathe as he was mesmerized by her powerful eyes for a moment.
"……King?"
The king of the wolves coughed as though in a state of shock when one of the leaders of the beastmen tribe who was standing by called out to him.
"Oh, ah, nothing―― That's right. If it's the sword, alright... but there's one problem."
"A problem?"
"The sword of the hero is not kept here in the castle."
Mariabelle listened to the explanation without averting her gaze from the Wolf King's eyes.
"The holy sword that retains the power of the goddess has a slight influence on the surroundings... so it is carefully stored in a remote temple."
Meltia and Mariabelle were a little surprised to hear that the sword was not kept in the castle, but breathed a sigh of relief when they heard that it was carefully kept in a temple.
But then she remembered what he had said earlier and quickly looked up.
"What do you mean it affects the surroundings?"
"It's about the power of the goddess. The holy armor heals the body. The holy shield block any kind of attacks, the holy sword contains the power of destruction. Moreover, it was capable of defeating a demon king that lays waste to the world. It was not possible to leave it alone in a crowded place...... Now that the hero is gone, if something were to happen, we would not be able to handle it alone."
It was plausible. Mariabelle understood.
If the holy sword still had enough power to defeat the demon king, the story that the capital would be destroyed if the power goes out of control was very real.
The two of them nodded their heads firmly and accepted the fact that they could not blame the wolf king for storing it in a different place than the capital.
However, it was also true that the sword entrusted to them could not be stored satisfactorily, and the Wolf King Baldur lightly cast down his eyes apologetically.
"And it's a little far. It's about two days away by horse. I'll send a rider to fetch it now......"
"No, in that case. We will go get it ourselves."
It was Mariabelle who interrupted the king's words about fetching the hero's sword.
At her words, Baldur shook his head.
"No, why don't you two get some rest first? If you look at it, you haven't had a good rest from Fonteau to here, have you?"
"But……"
"Don't think about doing it alone. You should take a break when you can. We will need some time to gather the troops and to wait for a response from the neighboring country."
At these words, Mariabelle swallowed her next words.
Certainly, she understood that there was nothing she could do if she was the only one who got ahead of herself.
Even with her father's sword, she could not do anything on her own.
It was proven by the tragedy of Fonteau, who was defeated by the slime despite boasting of having powerful magic...... and did not prepare an army to deal with the slime.
They must destroy the slime as soon as possible and take back their country. She wanted to save the people that were still trapped in there and her mother.
If she failed to do so, she would never have the chance to help them again.
With that in mind, Mariabelle exhaled deeply and accepted Baldur's words.
"……Yes"
"I've prepared a place for the refugees of Fonteau to rest. The two of you can take a rest, too... you, guide them to the bathhouse."
"Yes, yes. This way, please, both of you."
The green-haired fairy who was the first to speak up earlier came to their side in a light tone.
The fairy was about the size of a grown man's palm. Her doll-like appearance and cheerful expression were as warm as the sun, and Mariabelle felt a little more relaxed just by having her by her side to talk to.
It was often said that fairies were the embodiment of nature's will.
It was because they were not born from male and female parents like human beings, but were suddenly born in nature.
Flower fairies. Tree fairies. Fruit fairies.
The fairies listen to the voice of nature and speak for it according to their own characteristics.
In the old days, they didn't interact with beastmen or even demi-humans and were counted as a different force than monsters...... The earth screamed as the demon king's invasion intensified, and then they began to fight together and interact in this way.
Perhaps that was why the presence of fairies, who were also the incarnation of nature, had the power to soothe the people living on the land.
"Thank you"
After thanking her, Meltia and Mariabelle stood up.
At that time, she must have been tired from the long journey. Suddenly standing up, Meltia felt dizzy and wobbly.
"Onee-sama!?"
"It's okay, Maria. I'm fine―― let's take a rest as the king suggested."
Mariabelle hadn't noticed until now, but Meltia's complexion was so exhausted than she usually knew her sister to be.
Naturally.
The princess, who had been living a life without any inconvenience, lost their castle, their mother, and their country in just one day.
She had to take care of her younger sister until she reached the kingdom of Grabalt, take care of the refugees who were fleeing with them, and now she had to report to the king of another country and the leaders of different tribes while being surrounded by them.
It was natural for her to feel mental exhaustion, and she was careful not to worry Mariabelle, who strongly inherited the blood of the hero.
"……Yes"
But Mariabelle also understood that there was no point in lamenting here that she should have been more firm.
In the first place, her sister wouldn't want that.
In order to regain their country, a flag was needed, and that was something that only Mariabelle, who had the same black hair and eyes as the hero, could do.
(Thank you, onee-sama)
So Mariabelle thanked her beloved sister in her heart, stood in front of her sister who was trying to walk straight on her own feet, and left the throne room while being guided by the fairy.
Stand firm. Look forward.
The fact that she resembled her father was something that Mariabelle was proud of, but the fact that she was the only one in the world with black hair and eyes was also something that worried her.
She was different from others.
Even if the people around her didn't think so, it made her think that she was an outsider.
Even in the magic academy she attended, and in the castle. Even her mother and sister looked different from her.
It was reason enough for Mariabelle to feel the mental pressure of not even knowing her father's face.
But now it was different.
Just like her father. Just like a hero.
If that would give the refugees hope, courage, and the strength to look forward.
As Meltia wanted, Mariabelle was willing to become a "hero"―― she thought.
The leaders of the various tribes watched her back as she left the throne room with her long, lustrous black hair swaying.
Her appearance reminded them of a memory from a long time ago: the black-haired hero who called himself a hero and came with his companion to save their country.
A young man who was timid, but had a strong mind and a kind heart.
A young man who could laugh, cry and get angry for the sake of others.
Mariabelle was still unreliable and young.
But. The way she tried to act for the sake of her country, the people, and the world reminded those who saw her as the hero.
Around the time when Mariabelle and Meltia finished their audience to the king and the sun began to set.
A woman straddling a warhorse that was a size larger than the horses accompanying her returned to the castle.
With dozens of warriors behind her, her plain black military uniform would normally be intimidating to look at, but her ample bosom, which looked as though it had been stuffed with two large fruits, and her beauty peeking out from between her long gray hair, did not intimidate the people around her, and in fact, it was good eye candy for the men.
They lined up to catch a glimpse of the woman from their homes, from the windows of the bars, and on the street.
Some of them were women, and her dignified profile as she marched accompanied by warriors was often greeted with loud screams.
The temperature in the arena at the edge of the capital was hot and blazing today and the one who ended up winning was the king's daughter, the wolf princess Fornelis, who had worked with the heroes in defeating the demon king.
She was in a good mood, with a smile on her face that anyone could recognize.
Because she had heard that Meltia and Mariabelle from Fonteau had come to visit the castle earlier while she was fighting the last challenger for the day in the arena.
She hadn't heard the details of their visit, but as someone who had known them since they were born, she remembered the time when she had loved and taken care of them as though they were her own children.
She also remembered the face of her friend, an elven mage who had traveled with her and was now a queen.
If their countries were different, the chances of them seeing each other decrease, and even more so if she was the queen.
It had been years since they had seen each other, but remembering the past as though it were only yesterday, Fornelis turned her gaze to the castle...... to the great tree that was said to be the closest to heaven on the continent.
It was said that the tree was thousands of years old, and according to some theories, it appeared at the same time as the birth of this land.
It was literally so high that it almost reached the sky, and she had to look up to catch a glimpse of it.
It was said that long ago, Fornelis' ancestors and the people, the beastmen and demi-humans, huddled together under the tree to escape from the monsters that attacked them, and that they were allowed to live inside the tree by a goddess who descended from the heavens.
Beastmen and demi-humans were protecting the great tree that had existed since the creation of the world. And humans were preserving the legend of the Goddess.
And the elves who left the forest did so to support the heroes.
It was the custom of this continent that had continued to this day.
Regardless of whether the legend was true or false, the castle with its green roof that looked like a witch's triangular hat was so huge that it made Fornelis lose her point of view every time she returned.
It could be seen in the way she lost her composure from the act of carrying the oversized sword on her back every time she approached the castle, causing the knights following behind her to relax their mouths slightly.
Beastmen knights.
They were not dressed in heavy armor like Fonteau, but rather in light armor with iron breastplates and armor to protect their elbows and knees.
Their weapons were also light, for ease of movement, and they did not wear a helmet to keep their vision from being blocked.
Although it was not deep in the forest, Grabalt was still a thickly wooded forest, where mobility was more important than defense.
Perhaps because they have been living in the forest for so long, beastmen and demi-humans have excellent resistance to poisons, which was one of the reasons why they dress so lightly.
Ordinary poisons were neutralized before they take effect, which was different from the elves who use magic to detoxify them.
One could say that elves were staying away from the poison while the beastmen lived with poison.
For that reason, the beastmen wear light clothing even when living in the forest where poison and insects were common.
With beastmen knights in tow, a female wolf knight in a military uniform arrived at the castle.
"Tend to the horses. I'm going to report to the king."
"Ha!"
After passing through the castle gate, she instructed one of the knights as she get down from the large warhorse with a light jump, and went directly into the castle.
Her footsteps were light.
As she walked lightly down the passageway that had been carved out of the inside of a huge tree that was also her home, she passed several people whose faces she did not recognize.
(It's only been a few days since I left the castle, but the number of unfamiliar faces has increased.)
Besides, Fornelis felt that the atmosphere in the castle was gloomy.
It was true that in the castle there were usually a lot of people who performed their duties in a serious atmosphere because they were working for the king, but now it was different.
It was not the feeling, but the expression on their faces was gloomy.
With long gray hair, a wolf's tail of the same color, and her ample breasts swaying in her military uniform, she could feel the dark atmosphere in the castle, and Fornelis felt her excited feeling turn cold―― her heart tighten.
After a long time of passing the soldiers with dark faces, Fornelis finally arrived at the king's private chambers.
It was a distance that would make a normal human being lose their breathing, but the physically superior beastwoman didn't get tired in the slightest.
"I'm back, father."
The king's private chambers. She knocked lightly on the door, and a voice from inside said, "You may enter".
After waiting for his words, Fornelis opened the door to the king's private chambers and went inside.
Inside was Baldur, the king of Grabalt, the owner of the room, and her father.
And there were three people inside, Meltia and Mariabelle, who took a bath and cleansed themselves.
As soon as the two girls saw Fornelis's face, they lightened their facial expressions, and Meltia, who was about to indulge herself in her like in the past, cleared her throat to control herself.
"Ara, both of you were here."
But Fornelis was different now.
Her expression was still that of a cold Knight Commander. But with her big ears up and her tail wagging vigorously, she called out to them and walked up to them with a lively step and hugged them.
The silver-haired and black-haired princess's faces were buried in the bosom of her black military uniform.
Her breasts, bigger than their mother's, enveloped their faces, and Meltia and Mariabelle both let out pained cries.
"Arara, I'm sorry alright."
Fornelis apologized and loosened her hug, but did not let go of her hand from hugging them.
It had been a long time since they had seen each other, but even so, she could tell at a glance that the two of them were mentally disturbed and exhausted.
The tense expression on their faces and their eyes. Their mouths were tight, as though they were holding something back.
It was not an expression that a child should have on its face.
No, the two of them were no longer children, but they were still like children to Fornelis, who was not yet married.
She gently hugged them like Leticia would do, who was not with them at the moment, and slowly stroked their backs.
"……Jeez"
Normally, Baldur, the king, and her father, would have a few words to say to her, such as "behave in a more age-appropriate manner" or "calm down as a princess would," but not today.
It was because he understood that her action would calm the two princesses.
Meltia and Mariabelle, who had been tense since earlier, had their faces slightly loosened up and relaxed in relief.
Baldur had been the king since they were children, but Fornelis, who had treated them as friends and family, seemed to be a comfort to the two who had lost their mother, Leticia.
There were other reasons for calling Fornelis, but Baldur was glad to have called her daughter back by seeing their relieved faces.
Meltia and Mariabelle were relieved of their tense feelings when Fornelis stroked their backs, and their expressions gradually returned to their usual soothing faces.
"Both of you had grown up, haven't you? When was the last time we saw each other...... five years ago?"
"Four years, Fornelis-sama."
Mariabelle corrected her and squinted her eyes.
Fornelis sniffed. It was a familiar sweet scent. It was a common perfume from a flower that was commonly seen in the forest and used by women after taking a bath in Grabalt.
"Finished taking a bath?"
"You have a good nose, don't you? We just finished taking a bath."
Feeling the tension finally fade from Meltia's words, Fornelis let them go.
"Un. You seem to have calmed down a bit."
"I'm sorry, Fornelis-sama. I had shown you a shameful behavior..."
"It's okay. Children don't need to hesitate."
She easily accepted the words that Meltia would have refuted in the past.
Take back their country, save their mother, and stand firm as the daughter of the hero.
That tense feeling was loosened by Fornelis's words, who had known her since before she could remember.
"You're back, Fornelis."
But even though their feelings relaxed, Fornelis's feelings were about to become tense.
The gray wolf swordswoman turned her dignified eyes to him as she straightened her posture at the voice of the king, not her father.
"Yes. There is no problem with the patrol today. No major incidents have occurred and the West district is peaceful."
"I see."
The west district was near the Holy Kingdom.
Fonteau was near the east district―― northeast side to be exact.
He wondered if they were lucky or not. Baldur, the king of Grabalt, sighed.
There was little in the way of decoration. There was a desk, a bookshelf with dictionaries, and books on the history of each country. A table and chairs for visitors. And a door leading to the bedroom.
The reason why it was so simple was that Grabalt didn't have the habit of decorating rooms in the first place.
Fornelis, who occasionally traveled to other countries and saw the rooms of women of her age, had no taste for decorating her own room, probably because she was used to their race's way of life.
At best, she bought a piece of armor she liked and hung it on the wall.
"You look tired, is there a problem?"
At Fornelis' words, Baldur turned his gaze toward Meltia and Mariabelle.
"Fornelis-sama. Actually..."
"Ah no. I'll explain it to her."
Meltia, who thought that she was asked to explain by his gaze, opened her mouth, but Baldur stopped in a hurry.
"Umu. Thats, it's a terrible story to you since you were so close to Lady Leticia...."
"What's wrong with Leticia?"
Fornelis, who had felt a bad feeling from her fatherー the king's words, gulped down her saliva.
At the same time, she remembered.
The image of a friend she had traveled with more than ten years ago.
A silver-haired mage who was so bossy, selfish, and full of confidence.
Even now, Fornelis thought she was such a great mage that there was no better mage than Leticia.
Although she had settled down since becoming a mother, she still had her usual self-confidence that was hard to fix, especially in front of the people she had traveled with...... Fornelis had a good grasp of Leticia's personality than those who know her as a queen.
In fact, although they hadn't seen each other for years, when Fornelis, Leticia, and the Priestess got together, they often talked about the old days and fought when the topic of their "mischief" came up when they were young.
......As she was remembering the past, her father sighed again.
"It seems that Fonteau was destroyed by a monster."
"――Eh?"
At first, she could not understand what her father was saying.
Her appearance, which was always like that of a sharpened sword, fell apart and a trembling voice escaped from her mouth.
She looked next to her and saw Meltia and Mariabelle with clouded expressions. Even though she understood that it was the truth, she still felt demoralized when she heard the words.
"It's not that Meltia and Mariabelle have come to visit you, but that they have been forced to leave the country."
"Who is it!?"
"It's not someone, it's a monster. A new species, apparently."
And the king explained to Fornelis what he had heard from Meltia and the others during the day.
As she listened, however, Fornelis did not let out her anger, but calmly tried to understand the king's words with her raging mind.
"……I see"
And when Fornelis heard about the existence of the slime, she finally said something.
She had been trying to understand, but her mind couldn't keep up.
Perhaps it would be more accurate to say that she didn't want to acknowledge the slime that could increase by raping women.
And the fact that her best friend Leticia might be trapped.
"If so, will you gather the troops immediately?"
"I'd like to, but the land in Grabalt is rather large and the roads aren't good enough...... I was just about to tell you that."
Meltia nodded at Baldur's words.
"...Then, can I organize the army?"
"No. It takes time to gather soldiers, so I'm thinking of fulfilling another request first."
"Request?"
Fornelis tilted her head and looked at Mariabelle.
"I want you to lend me father's sword..."
"I see. You'll use it to kill the slime."
That's good, she thought.
If the opponent was an unknown enemy, Fornelis agreed that they should take all possible precautions.
In battle, carelessness was the greatest enemy, and pride was the most dangerous. She had understood that firsthand since the Demon King still existed.
In other words.
"To guide them to the temple?"
"They'll be safe with you."
She wondered if he had called a busy Knight Commander just for that. Normally, she would have said that.
The temple where the hero's sword was located was far away from the capital, but the road was paved so that they could easily go there if a problem occurred.
But Fornelis thanked her father in her heart for calling her.
"Yes, I'll take care of it. Don't worry, you two. I'll show you the way."
"Thank you very much, Baldur-sama, Fornelis-sama"
Meltia expressed her gratitude and bowed her head together with Mariabelle.
"Hey, hey. It's not something a princess of a country should bow down to so easily. I'm just a knight commander, after all."
Fornelis said in a ridiculous manner and patted them on the head.
As her hands combed the beautiful silver hair and lustrous black hair, the sweet scent of flowers became slightly stronger.
It had a pleasant scent.
Enjoying the scent, Fornelis hugged them again.
"Don't worry. Let's get some rest first, and then we'll go get it...... Is that okay?"
"Yes"
"Thank you, Fornelis-sama"
That was what she said to the two of them, however, she also said to herself.
(Leticia...... I'm going to help you this time.)
In the past, a hero and a mage saved Grabalt, which was on the verge of being destroyed by monsters.
This time, it was to save the mage.
She promised herself that she would definitely protect the two people that she thought of as her own daughters.
She would save Leticia and bring her and her child safely face to face.
That was why she would hold the sword.
Fornelis spent the night in a restless state of mind, even after leading them to the bedroom and returning to her private quarters after bathing.
Squeak, squeak.
A squirrel hurriedly climbed a tree to escape from something.
Its movements were so agile that it looked like there was an afterimage as it run. Then it finished its ascent in a flash, and it squeaked again, as though relieved.
But the next moment.
"Something" cuts through the air so fast, and by the time its movement echoed through the dark forest, the squirrel had disappeared.
Zu, zu, zu.
"Something" crawled.
"Something" darker than the darkness of the dark forest...... the Black Ooze resumed its activities, dissolving the squirrels it had taken in within its body fluids.
Tentacles were extending from its oval body.
It was a tentacle that caught the squirrel. Its size, which was only as thick as the index finger of a human, cuts the air at a speed that could not be followed by one's eyes when it bent like a whip and caught its prey the next moment.
This time, it was a wild rabbit.
Next was a snake, then a wild bird.
By this time, the animals, sensing the danger of the wriggling thing that smelled so good, had fled.
The Black Ooze was making its way through the forest, emitting a smell that the beasts loved.
It was an ability it gained by taking in a variety of wildflowers and fragrant plants.
However, no matter how much the beasts liked the smell that the Black Ooze emitted, they would run away if they felt death.
And the Black Ooze would not chase after a fleeing beast.
It was only food, after all.
A beast with no mana and no womb to bear its child was of no value to the Black Ooze.
Even as food, it was not strictly necessary, as it was only used to increase its own mass, but just as beasts have their own instincts, so did the Black Ooze.
Self-enhancement was one of the few instincts that the Black Ooze had.
And the elimination of hostile beings.
Zu, zu.
The Black Ooze moved forward.
"...What?"
It heard a voice.
Someone heard the sound of the Black Ooze moving, and reacted.
The mucus monster realized that the owner of the voice had turned towards it, and stopped its movement. Then it hid in the tall reed grass and waited.
In the first place, it was a mucus monster that did not even breathe. If it stopped moving in the darkness of the night, in the deep forest, it would not emit any sound.
The owner of the voice was high up in the air.
The darkness of night. The sky at night, with only the light of the moon and stars to rely on.
Even in such a sky, there was a small being that seemed to shine palely―― a fairy, a faerie.
It was smaller than any person the Black Ooze had ever seen, and it was flying in the sky.
It had two pairs of wings on its back and its hair was gold in color.
Her blue eyes sparkled with curiosity as the fairy descended into the forest.
The Black Ooze hid.
It was already within the reach of its tentacles, but its instinct warned it.
The fairies were agile, and second only to the elves in terms of magic.
No, they were born of the earth and have more mana than elves.
The Black Ooze, who had taken in a large number of elves in Fonteau, saw the amount of magic the fairy possessed and was wary of it.
"It's not an animal, is it? What is it, what is it?"
Fairies were curious in nature, and even if they think it might be dangerous, they couldn't stop their curiosity.
The fairy's curiosity was aroused by the hint of something different from wild animals, beastmen, and demi-humans that she sensed in the forest, and she descended from the sky.
As she had just passed by, the Black Ooze had extended its tentacles from behind.
"Ue!?"
From the fairy's point of view, it was a sudden attack from the grass where she had felt nothing.
However, the speed of the fairy, who used its wings on its back to move through the air, was beyond the Black Ooze's expectations, and what the Black Ooze didn't know was that fairies born of the earth were more sensitive to changes in their surroundings than any other species.
Its outstretched tentacles cut through the air, and the blonde fairy flew up into the sky in a panic.
In the moonlight, the hem of her dress, as dark red as the autumn leaves, swayed with her wild movements.
The skirt of her dress was unable to keep up with her movement and swayed up, revealing for a moment her thighs the size of a human forefinger, but with a good amount of flesh considering the size of the fairy itself, and the lower half of her body covered in white underwear.
The thin fabric wrapped around her supple, tight thighs and calves, and the base of her thighs, which drew a sensuous line. It did not have much design, but the thinness of the cloth made the lower half of her body more erotic, and the fairy's doll-like expression had turned red.
"Wha-wha-what is this!?"
Her next action was also swift.
Without a wand to aid her magic, the fairy held out her hand and the thin tentacles that had been chasing the tiny girl were instantly frozen.
The tentacles shattered halfway through when only the tips were frozen.
Unlike humans and elves, they were born from the earth.
They have no weaknesses in the use of magic, and could even use a certain amount of powerful magic just by thinking about it.
However, due to their curiosity and inability to concentrate on one thing at a time, they were unable to learn magic even though they have powerful mana and talents.
"What was that? jeez..."
Even though she was attacked by tentacles, there was little sense of danger in the fairy's voice.
The momentary attack only made her feel even more curious than she felt threatened.
After a few moments of standing still in the air, the fairy sensed that the tentacles were not extending and descended again.
"I wonder what's out there? Should I go get the others?"
She said, but she couldn't hide the joy on her face.
The fact that she was the first of her kind to find something unusual was an opportunity to become the center of conversation for the entertainment-hungry fairies.
As a fairy that was curious and wanted to stand out, being the envy of the other fairies was a great honor.
That was why, even if she thought that it might be a little dangerous, she tried to find out what the "rare thing" was by herself.
So, in order to find out what the source of the tentacles was, but not to take any more risks than necessary, the fairy went into the forest, keeping an eye from the sky so that she could escape at any time.
By that time, the Black Ooze had also finished preparing a trap to catch the fairy.
Its opponent was flying in the sky.
However, it could sense the approaching presence from the flow of wind and the pressure from the air.
It was an existence that started out using skills in hunting.
Setting a trap and securing its prey safely.
Countless thin tentacles were stretched out in all directions, hidden in the tall grass. If there were no grass, the tentacles would look like a spider's web when looking from above.
Furthermore, it wrapped its tentacles around the countless trees in the surrounding area.
Even though she was a fairy born from the earth, its tentacles mimic the trunks and branches of trees so elaborately that it was hard to tell from a distance.
It was a type of trap used in food storage to capture rats that wandered inside. The bait was placed on top of the sticky trap and the rodents that jumped on the bait were caught.
Although it didn't prepare any bait, the ground and all the trees in the area were turned into sticky traps.
Unaware of that, the fairy lowered its altitude, shaking the two pairs of small wings on its back, and finally entered the forest.
Even during the daytime, the forest was shrouded in darkness as though it were night, and at night, even a beastmen with excellent vision would be unable to see the palm of its hand in front of it.
The faeries were no exception, and the small intruder, pushed by curiosity, stared into the darkness and felt a faint flow of mana.
It was an unnatural flow.
A flow of mana that did not exist in the natural world―― it was mana used by monsters.
However, after more than a decade of peace, the sense of danger had faded and the fairy did not know that the flow of mana was from a monster.
"There is something... it smells good, but what is it?"
The Black Ooze emitted a variety of sweet floral scents from the surface of its mucus in order to lower its guard slightly.
The strong smell of multiple fragrances mixed together did not exist in the natural world, and it stimulated the curiosity of the fairy more.
Perhaps she thought it was the scent of a flower she didn't know, but the little doll-like fairy continued to descend further and further into the forest.
Finally, not even the moonlight could illuminate her entire body, and her tiny limbs disappeared into the darkness.
"I wonder where is it...?"
By the time she realized it, it was too late, but there was no sense of danger in the fairy's voice as she didn't realize what it was.
As she reached out to search for something strange in the darkness, some kind of sticky mucus touched her hand.
Unable to see, the fairy moved her mucus-stained fingertips and felt as though it were highly sticky honey.
Next, she moved her liquid-stained fingertips closer to her face and smelled an even stronger sweet scent.
For a moment, the fairy was surprised by the intensity of the smell, but when she realized that it was a sweetness she had never smelled before......
"Wow, that smells good."
She let out a squeal of delight.
In the darkness, unable to see an inch ahead, the fairy reached out again.
Her voice was the only sound in the dark forest of the night. She couldn't see anything and she didn't know what is it.
There was a certain joy in the voice that came from the forest, and anyone who knew the fairy race would have thought that she was playing some kind of "game" even though she couldn't see.
After a few moments of enjoying the sweet scent, the fairy's back trembled with a newfound curiosity.
(――Since it smells so sweet, how does it taste?)
Unable to resist her curiosity, the fairy willingly brought her fingertips, stained with black ooze mucus, to her mouth.
Not being able to see it, curiosity was a terrible thing.
Unaware that it was the mucus of a monster, the fairy took the sweet-smelling mucus into her mouth without hesitation, but in the next moment, she hurriedly spat it out.
"Not good!? Peh... There's something weird in it."
It was natural.
It's been less than a few days since it entered the forest and it had taken in a wide variety of wildlife and wildflowers.
Some of the "food" was still dissolving, and the fairy's mouth contained bitter wildflowers and animal bones.
The butterflies were attracted by the sweet scent, but when they lost interest in the nectar, they rushed to leave.
"Ouch―― eh, what?"
The fact that she was in the dark, with no vision, caused her to bump into a tree branch.
It was not just a tree branch... It was a sticky tree branch that the tentacles of the Black Ooze mimicked.
That was where the Black Ooze, which had not moved a muscle even though its prey was right in front of it, finally resumed its activities.
It moved its tentacles from the ground and extended them toward the tree branch where the fairy was trapped.
It formed seven tentacles, each of which was about a size thinner than a human pinky finger. But from the fairy's perspective, they were as thick as her own hand.
"Eh, what? What?"
The fairy, unable to see in the darkness, was easily caught by the tentacles and wrapped around her wrists and ankles.
The wings on her back were soaked with the mucus that had mimicked the branch of the tree, and she was unable to cast her magic with her bewildered mind.
However, as soon as she realized that she was in danger, she flailed her small body with all her strength and tried to escape from the restraints.
"W-wait!? Let me go!"
There was still no sense of danger in her voice.
In the first place, she still didn't even understand what was attacking her.
However, such a voice would gradually lose its composure when the skirt of her red dress that covered both legs was forcibly spread to the left and right and was rolled up to her thighs.
The mucus-soaked wings became so heavy that they couldn't keep a single fairy float.
At that point, the fairy realized that she was in a very dangerous situation.
Her cheeks twitched and her eyes widened.
By the time she realized that the "something" in the darkness was so horrible and frightening, there was already no way to escape.
"Wai... no, what's with this position? Stop it!"
Both of her legs were opened in an M-shape position, and her underwear was boldly exposed in the air.
Peeking out from the skirt of her red dress was white underwear with a cute red ribbon. Her cheeks turned red at the bold exposure of her underwear, and the fairy raised her voice in protest.
The touch of the cold tentacles was uncomfortable, and while she was aware of the goosebumps that appeared on her finely textured skin, the fairy's body flailed more, causing the dress she was wearing to become even more disheveled as a result.
The skirt was completely rolled up, and the shoulder straps of the underwear that supported her breasts were exposed. It was at that point that the fairy stopped resisting, breathing hard, a part of her white bra, which was decorated with the same lace as her lower underwear, was exposed.
"Uu...... this gooey feeling is so gross."
The tentacles still produce a pleasant floral scent, but the discomfort feeling of its touch made the fairy cry a little.
Then, the wind blew.
The trees swayed and a small amount of light shone into the forest.
The pale ―― even such a pale light became a strong source of light to the eyes that got used to the darkness and shined the ground of the forest, the source of the scent was there, reflected into the fairy's line of sight.
"Hii"
What leaked out was a scream that made her throat tighten.
In front of the fairy, there was an oval shape of mucus that reflected the moonlight and glowed. she knew what it was.
A slime.
But its size was much larger than the one the fairy knew of.
It was supposed to be about the size as her or even smaller than that.
However, the slime that was now restraining the fairy was so large...... that it could easily swallow her.
The Black Ooze, unaware that its identity had been noticed, tried to remove the fairy trapped in the tentacles that had mimicked a tree branch.
"No!?"
She didn't know what it was going to do to her, but she had a bad feeling about it, and she immediately let out a word of refusal, then the fairy put mana into both arms.
In the darkness, she didn't know what she was restraining her, but if she knew that it was a slime's tentacle, there were plenty of ways to counteract it.
She could send out ice magic from her entire arm to freeze the mucus and easily destroy it.
However, if she did it, she would freeze her wings, which were a fragile and sensitive part of her body, and destroy it as well, so she hesitated.
As a result, she lost her balance which was halfway free, and ended up flailing about in the air.
"No, mou――"
It didn't matter to the Black Ooze that a small being like a fairy was flailing, but it didn't want to injure the precious mother.
Because of her small size, the Black Ooze produced a paralyzing poison with care. The poison was less concentrated than what it used on humans and elves, and it defiled fairy.
"Ue!? That's dirty!?"
The red dress darkened in color as the paralyzing poison was poured over her body.
Her loose-fitting clothes stuck to her limbs due to it being soaked, revealing her breasts, which were rich compared to the fairy's petite frame.
"Wh, at?"
Then, slowly, her body's freedom was taken away.
Her limbs, which had been flailing about, lost their strength, and she was unable to resist the tentacles' movements.
But.
"Wait, you've got poison on you?"
The reaction was instantaneous.
It surprised the Black Ooze, whose consciousness was ambiguous, so much that it slowed down its tentacles for a moment.
The fairy had effortlessly neutralized the paralyzing poison that had affected so many elves and humans in the past.
They were not as resistant to poison as the beastmen.
That was one thing about magic.
While humans and elves have learned a magic system that only pursues destruction, fairies were good at healing magic.
Humans, who were using their skills to fight monsters, and fairies, who were using their abilities for support, had different roles, and over a long period of time, they came up with different kinds of magic to suit their roles. To the Black Ooze, the healing magic used by the fairy was completely unknown.
"You, let go of me this instant."
When she noticed that the tentacles had stopped moving, she flailed her body.
Both hands were now free, but the wings and legs were still trapped. In addition, both of her legs were opened in a disorderly manner.
If she flailed about in such a humiliating outfit, her breasts, emphasized by her wet dress, would sway softly and amuse whoever was watching her―― normally.
However, the Black Ooze was more interested in the rampaging fairy as a mother and gently and slowly bringing her closer.
The wind blew again, and part of the Black Ooze's huge body was hidden in the darkness.
Creatures rely on visual information more than they realize.
The same was true for faeries born from nature. The mere fact that something they couldn't see was enough to make people feel fearful, though it may vary from person to person.
Even the fairy who knew that it was just a slime, even if it was huge, was shaken by the feeling of "what it would do next" when it was swallowed by the darkness.
"Uu... mou. Someone come help me."
Her voice was trembling and she was on the verge of crying.
The fairy, usually cheerful, mischievous, and full of curiosity, would get frightened as a small, powerless girl she was when harm comes to her.
With an anxious expression on her face like a helpless maiden, the fairy frowned at the scent of the flowers that grew stronger as she get closer to the Black Ooze.
No matter how good the scent was, if it was too strong, it was unpleasant.
Rather, it was a sweet scent that she could not dislike, but her intuition warned her that the scent was too strong and would disturb her senses.
Her mind and intuition were giving her a different reaction.
Her mind accepted the meltingly sweet scent, while her intuition was screaming at her that it was dangerous.
With a mixture of emotions within her, the fairy's small body was finally brought in front of the Black Ooze.
It was pitch black.
It was dark.
But there, right in front of her eyes, something was definitely wriggling.
"Uu, uuu..."
The fairy let out a muffled scream, but it didn't reach outside the forest or even above the trees.
The thought of shouting for help was suppressed due to fear and she couldn't think of anything to say.
Her bound legs trembled, and her voice and expression, which had been so cheerful, disappeared.
Anyone who knew about monsters could predict what it would do to them once caught.
They would get killed.
Kill and be eaten.
That was what monsters do, and that was what it would do to her... A stain appeared on the crotch part of the Fairy's white underwear.
She was so terrified that she leaked a little, and the Black Ooze could tell from her reaction and the smell that she was so terrified.
It had been observing the fairy's unknown magic.
The Black Ooze sensed that the fairy had lost its will to resist, and moved on to the next action.
It took in the tiny doll-like body that it moved in front of it.
"Hi, hii!?"
Both legs, hips, arms, and body were taken into the filthy, darker-than-dark mass of mucus.
The clothes stained by the paralyzing poison were completely soaked with slime mucus.
The fairy that had been swallowed by the Black Ooze looked like a piece of furniture with only its head and long golden hair exposed.
"No, what is this!?"
She should have resisted before it happened.
However, her body, cowering in fear, did not move according to the owner's will, and her arms only flailed a little.
If she were taken into its body like that, she could freeze and destroy it as there was no way she could burn and vaporize it.
If she did, she would suffer the same amount of damage, who was completely taken in.
"No. What is this, what is this!?"
The shock she felt all over her body caused her to let out a lusty cry.
The moonlight that shined every time the wind blew illuminated the figure that was bound in a position where its entire body was swallowed by the translucent slime.
Only the head was outside, and it looked ridiculous, as though it was a figurine.
Inside the Black Ooze's body, her bowl-shaped breasts and slim, tight waist could be seen through her wet, tight dress.
Her skirt swayed inside the mucus, completely exposing her white underwear with its cute ribbon decoration. Even her navel was exposed.
The beautiful legs that have not the slightest bit of useless flab were fixed in an awkward wide opened position.
"No―― wai, no way!? Eat, don't eat me!?"
Her surprised voice was even more astonishing than being killed or eaten alive.
The crotch part of her underwear wriggled inside the mucus, and the pubic area, which should have been covered by the underwear, began to open on its own.
She clearly felt the slightest movement of her wet underwear and was joined by the movement of her clitoris.
It was as though she had been caressing it for a long time, but when the fairy screamed in surprise, it gradually began to open.
"No way, it can't be real!? Stop doing that!?"
The fairy moved her neck, the only part of her body that could move, and turned around to look at the Black Ooze.
Even as she did so, she could feel the strange sensation of the filthy mucus invading her flesh through the fabric of her underwear.
The sensation of a foreign object entering her body despite the fact that she was still clothed was terrible, it was literally like having her body pierced.
In order to avoid damaging the small fairy's body, a large amount of mucus did not enter all at once, but rather a small amount, and the fairy gradually clenched her teeth and was in pain.
Naturally.
Faeries were born of the earth, which meant that their race could thrive without the need for sexual intercourse.
Even if they knew about these things, they didn't really need them...... Many have never had sex in their entire lives, and their lifespan was longer than the elves.
And she was also a virgin who had never had sexual intercourse.
The virgin hole tightened against the fairy's will in an attempt to push the foreign object out, and that action further intensified the sensation of a foreign object inside the body.
She felt the pressure of her flesh being pushed open and the pain of being penetrated in the place she had never touched.
(Ugh... it's so painful!?)
Gradually, not even a scream could be heard, and the fairy tried desperately to endure the pain by biting her lip.
Sensing that, the Black Ooze stopped the mucus from penetrating her vagina and turned its attention to the foreskin-protected pearl above the entrance.
"Uu, uuu"
The mucus from the Black Ooze around the still-wet vagina served to prevent pain from the still-growing clitoris, which was only slightly peeking out.
However, the body, which had never known sexual pleasure in the first place, felt an electric shock, and the fairy distorted her well-formed expression and bit her lips.
Her mind didn't accept the stimulus as pleasure, but the fairy's body gradually began to show some response.
In the crotch part of the underwear, a lovely, plump point that was almost nonexistent at first began to appear.
Her erect clitoris was tormented by the Black Ooze's mucus, and it rolled in all directions.
"Haa, hii, haa, hii, hau"
Her expression, which had been clouded by pain, gradually eased, and a blush appeared on her cheeks.
When her lips that were being bitten were released, her mouth was opened, drawing a thread of saliva.
As that happened, her mouth forgot to close and spilled hot breath, and drool was dripping in response.
She was unaware of the change. As she thought that she was still enduring the caresses of the slime, her body, which had matured without knowing sexual pleasure, was collapsing.
When her clitoris was caressed slowly and steadily, the fairy turned her chin upward and twitched from the neck up.
Her jewel-like blue eyes went blank for a moment, and stars scattered behind her eyelids.
She climaxed easily, not even noticing the slap of her long, mucus-soaked blond hair against her cheek.
"Haah, haah, huh...?"
She didn't understand what had happened to her body.
She just looked up at the sky, breathing hard like a dog, trying to figure out what had happened to her.
However.
"Haah, wai, waih... wai... uuu"
Before she could catch her breath, the mucus staining her pubic area resumed its activity―― or rather, it continued to stimulate her pubic area and clitoris even after the fairy had climaxed.
When the mucus stimulated the clitoris through her underwear with delicate movements, the sensitive fleshy pearl was rubbed by the hard texture of her underwear instead of the slimy texture of the mucus.
When it realized that she was still not used to the stimulation from the inner part of her body, it repeated a slight back and forth movement near the shallow entrance of her vagina and gradually loosened up her vaginal flesh.
"Igii, Higaa―― Ah, ah, aaaguu!?"
The fairy screams out at the stimulation of the most sensitive part in her lower body and tried to twist it to lessen the shock as much as possible.
However, now that she was inside the Black Ooze's body, she was not allowed to make even the slightest bit of resistance and could only scream helplessly as she was pinned in a crab-like position.
Her underwear, soaked with mucus and love juices, was no longer doing its role, only informing her of the movement from the mucus.
The mucus that was clinging to her clitoris, which was about to emerge from the foreskin with only a slight caress―― pulled it out completely.
"Hiiii!? Hahii, hahiiii!?"
The electric shock-like stimulation from her clitoris to her spine caused the fairy to scream as loud as she could, and she climaxed again.
She could no longer understand what was happening to her.
All she could do was shake her head morbidly, mess up her long hair, and scream while drooling and sweating all over her body.
The mischievous and cheerful fairy was gone, and she was just a broken toy.
Her mouth, which was busy screaming, stopped breathing, and her nose, which had been neat and tidy, opened wide to take in oxygen into her lungs.
Her blue eyes, which had lost their light, were rolling back and could not return to their normal state, and she shook her broken face.
The small but beautifully formed limbs that have been taken in by the mucus did not move in the slightest and only reacted when her underwear and the lewd flesh beneath them felt the movement of the mucus.
The fairy, who was as beautiful as a doll, was fixed like a doll, and only from the neck up, she kept screaming haphazardly.
(Wait, wait... I can't take it, I can't take it anymore!?)
She couldn't even say what was in her thoughts, and gradually it became painful to even think.
She couldn't clench her hands, curl her toes, close her thighs, or put pressure on her limbs.
She could not do anything.
She could only accept the pleasure being given to her with her mature body and immature sexual organs.
"Hii!? gi, gyii!? nooo, stap, staaaph!?"
(Help me, help me, help me)
I don't care who it is, just help me.
I want to escape from this pain.
The only thing she could do was to try to scream, but it would turn into a charming voice instead of a scream.
Her voice leaked out as no one could understand what she was saying, and tears, drool, sweat and snot distorted her once doll-like face.
(My, My―― My strength, is fading...)
She climaxed before she could even understand it, and when she climaxed and her flesh loosened up, the mucus went further in.
The further the Black Ooze's mucus traveled into her body, the greater the pleasure she was receiving, and it would force the fairy to climax even more.
She was stuck in a vicious cycle, and there was no way she could endure her first taste of pleasure.
She climaxed, and climaxed, and climaxed.
Before she knew it, the fairy realized that her strength was draining.
Fatigue, too.
However, there was a feeling of strength leaving her body.
"Stap, stap, stap that'sh!? something ish!?"
The pleasure that was given to her was taking away even her ability to think.
The fairy's mana was being sucked every time she climaxed, but she could not understand what was happening.
It was horror.
She was being raped.
She was being violated.
At the same time, something was happening to her―― she couldn't even think about what it was.
Every time she climaxed, her consciousness was slowly turning white, she cried out in fear as she felt that her existence was disappearing, and even her voice was mixed with a charming sound as it was swallowed up by the dark forest and disappeared.
There was no one there to hear the fairy's screams.
Now, she couldn't even remember why she came to the depths of these woods alone.
Just.
"Save mhe! someone save mhe!"
She raised her voice as loud as she could to call for help, but there was no response, and even if there was, at her current state, she would not be able to recognize it.
Without paying any attention to the fairy's reaction, the Black Ooze just softly unraveled the fairy's limbs and took in the fairy's mana, which was completely different from that of humans and elves.
It didn't feel any particular emotion there.
It was uninterested.
Business as usual.
It drowned the woman in pleasure, violate her, and made her give birth to a child.
That was why.
The Black Ooze began to walk through the forest, violating the fairy inside its body.
"Forgive mhe, forgive mhe!? I'll do anything, I'll hear what you shay. Just forgive mhe, save mheee!?"
Even though the fairy pleaded, it did not stop its movement.
The screams startled the beasts living in the forest and ran away, but the slime didn't care because absorbing bodily fluids from the powerful magical fairy was worth many times more to the Black Ooze.
The love juices seeping from her vagina, her urine leaking from her urethra, her sweat, her tears, her saliva, and her snot.
All of them were absorbed by the Black Ooze.
"Why, I didn't do anything. Iiii."
Why?
There was no reason.
The only reason was that the fairy was a female.
If it was a male, it would have taken it in, suffocate it, dissolve it and absorb every last of it, so she could say that she was happy that she didn't die.
"Hii, gii!? Something, again, what ish it!?"
After several climaxes that even she couldn't count, the fairy's eyes completely turned over.
Her eyes rolled back, her head hung down, and her long blond hair, which had been swinging wildly, sank into the mucus of the Black Ooze as gravity pulled it down.
However.
Even though she was completely unconscious, the fairy's head was still twitching.
Naturally.
The Black Ooze did not stop its caresses just because she fainted, and her clitoris and vaginal canal were still being stimulated.
The white underwear was moving busily in the mucus, and the large, hard, lumpy clitoris underneath was being moved up and down, left and right, as though it were a toy.
Each time, the fairy's head would twitch and a small moaning sound would escape from her slumped mouth.
Judging from her body temperature and heartbeat, the fairy was still alive, so the Black Ooze continued on―― finally, out of the forest.
A white moon and white stars.
The dark night sky, the dark grasslands, and the dark forest.
The beautiful flowerbeds, arranged by human hands, shone in the moonlight, and the way the petals swayed in the wind was like a painting cut out of a fantasy.
The petals, large and small, and the plants and flowers that had grown over the years were entwined and decorated a small temple that had decayed over hundreds of years but had been maintained by human hands.
It was not that big.
It was certainly big enough to look up at, but it was too small to be a temple, and the entrance was barely big enough for one person to pass through.
But――.
As the Black Ooze approached the temple and stretched out its tentacles toward the entrance, there was a bang. The tentacle was electrocuted as though it had been struck by lightning, and was flung away.
The smell of rotten mucus burned into the surrounding air.
"Oh―― aaahh..."
The fairy's moaning gradually became louder.
She would wake up soon.
Sensing that, but caring nothing of it, the Black Ooze stopped at the entrance to the temple.
It was a barrier.
Or was it a holy barrier that repelled the Black Ooze and other monsters?
It looked at the pillars around the temple―― old, vine-wrapped pillars with large jewels at the top.
There were four of them as it seemed to surround the temple.
Understanding that it was the key to the barrier, the Black Ooze stretched out its tentacles toward the jewels.
The tentacles were flung away by the barrier again.
With a high-pitched sound, the tip of the tentacles burned.
However, it was not as powerful as when it had extended its tentacles to the entrance of the temple. Only the surface of the tentacles was burned.
If it were a normal human, it would have burned its entire body, but for the Black Ooze, it only burned the surface.
――It didn't matter.
It continued to extend its tentacles, and extend, and extend. Thicker and thicker, and stronger and stronger.
Higher than the pillar. High enough to cover even the moonlight.
It stretched out its tentacles and slammed them down with great force from above.
With a loud sound, the pillar broke, and the jewels were shattered at once.
The Black Ooze also stretched its tentacles at the entrance of the temple.
This time, there was no resistance.
After confirming that the barrier was gone, the Black Ooze walked through the entrance and into the temple.
The reason why the temple was so small was that it extended underground.
Right in front of the entrance was a staircase leading underground. And a strange torch, burning brightly and showing no signs of being extinguished even though there was no sign of human presence, lit up the temple.
One by one, the Black Ooze extinguished the torches with its tentacles and moved forward.
Mucus.
Mucus leaked out from its body.
Every time the Black Ooze moved forward, every time it stepped down from a stair, mucus spilled out and stained the temple.
The further it went, the wider the space it became, and the more complex the structure of the building became.
A natural maze.
That was the nature of the temple.
Then, regardless of the structure of the building, when the Black Ooze descended at the bottom, it released all of its mucus.
It burst as though it had exploded, scattering its mucus on the ceiling, walls, and floor.
Each of the scattered mucus acted with its own will and attacked the deep and complex temple.
Some go deeper.
Some mimic the walls of the temple.
Some remain visible as a guard.
Some continued to violate the fairy it had captured.
The Black Ooze attacked the temple. It invaded.
