CH 48.3

“Very practical, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is. On the battlefield, the first to die is the one who can no longer run.”

“It reminds me of the Lehner Desert. That was a real battlefield. There was no magic or martial arts involved, only those with physical strength and a strong will survived…”

“I didn’t participate in the retreat from the Lehner Desert, but the person who recommended the ‘food’ instructor said she was a survivor of the Lehner Desert, and she told me that she was drooling at the memory of how Sir Bash kicked the boy and ordered him to run.”

“You must be a naughty girl to think of Sir Bash as food. But I won’t punish her. If I had been there, I would have done the same thing.”

“That’s very generous of you.”

Nion, who did not suggest any specific punishment, was also aware of Bash’s sex appeal. Although they had only met once in the reception room, it seemed to Nion that Bash’s whole body was a whip. His thick chest told her to throw herself at him, and the way he sat with his big thighs spread wide, she felt completely invited to join him. If she hadn’t ducked her head to look away from him, she might have lost control.

“Anyway, it’s not a good idea for Sir Bash to stay like this in the Succubus Nation. Someone will lose patience.”

“I agree. Although, as a woman, I would like him to stay forever…”

“I hope the queen herself will not try to overthrow the pride of the succubi.”

The two smiled with indescribable bitterness and exchanged glances. Then Nion suddenly looked out the window. There was not a single star in the dark sky. It was hard to make them out because they were covered by the barriers, but it was still raining heavily outside.

“Now, my queen, let’s move on to a slightly different subject.”

“What is it?”

“My subordinates are worried that this rain is not going to stop.”

“Yes… I know, I know…”

“Is there anything you can’t tell me?”

Nion and Curly Kale were close in age. They had been warriors on the battlefield together since before Curly Kale was called Queen. It wouldn’t be an exaggeration to say that she was one of the succubi Curly Kale trusted the most.

“No, I really don’t know what’s causing it. However…”

“However?”

“I don’t know if this has anything to do with it, but I can’t contact the Shrine guardians.”

“Has any investigation been done?”

“Of course, I sent out a platoon just in case, but… they didn’t come back. They’ve probably all been wiped out.”

“The whole platoon!? Was it Carrot’s doing!?”

“No. Even if she had gone crazy, she would never touch the Shrine. She knows better than anyone how important the shrine is to succubi.”

“Then who?”

“The identity of these villains is unknown, but there is no doubt that the country is under attack.”

Curly Kale’s words contained a chilling coldness and murderous intent. Nion reacted with a feeling of nostalgia at the sound of her voice, but matter-of-factly. She was used to it.

“Your Majesty, if you are worried, would you prefer that I be the one to go? If the enemy is able to eliminate the Shrine Guardians, they must have some skill, right?”

“What about the eateries?”

“I can leave that to my subordinates.”

“Nion… well, if you say so, can I leave the strike team to you?”

“As you wish.”

There was no sound in the palace, protected by guards. It was a quiet night.