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*splash* *trickle*
“P-please lift your arm… m-master.” She's not used to saying it yet. Well, tough, I'm not used to hearing it either.
Lift my right arm and the wet towel elfy’s holding begins scrubbing my armpit. After a while she squeezes it out in a bucket, soaks it in another bucket, and goes to work on my armpit again.
Yeah, you guessed it, you imaginary dirty minded bastards. I'm being washed by the former oracle and princess, now a slave, Avalina. And two of the brothel bunch girls are helping her.
Now, before your imaginary imaginations run wild? This isn't in a medieval love motel. Nor is it some fantasy version of a roman or japanese bath.
Nope, I'm standing in a barrel, cut in half, in front of a tent, in a field, a stone's throw from the wall of the cathedral I was summoned in. And it's got to be almost midnight under a clear ocean of stars.
Fucking amazing sky.
Not too dark though. There are campfires, torches, floating balls of light, scattered about. So most things are visible enough. Just tinted oddly with reds, yellows, greens, and blues.
It's also cold. Cold enough that my breath turns to vapor when I sigh. And I'm sighing a lot. Still the cold doesn't bother me. Even with the hot water that's now almost as cold as the air. Not a shiver. Not even goosebumps.
Maybe it's magic. Maybe it's this body. Maybe I secretly joined a polar bear club.
True to his word, a nice sized tent was set up for me on the edge of tin can's camp. Big enough for me to stand and walk around in. It’s even got cots.
Seems most sleep on blankets on the ground, even when in tents. Think they’re called “bedrolls?” Other three girls are on those cots now, being treated by female priests.
Turns out those few dozen knights? Were just the tip of the iceberg. There are dozens of tents now and must be over a hundred knights.
Plus dozens of others, like the priestesses. More horses and wagons keep showing up. More tents keep getting set up.
“Its a fucking army.”
“W-what my ma-master?” I don't bother answering.
The others won't even say anything. Just copy whatever Avalina does. Gave up on arguing with her. She refuses to meet my eyes and just repeats her “requests” until I cave.
I don't feel like bathing. Just want to sleep. Feel beyond exhausted. Yeah, I am covered in blood from head to toe. And not just blood. Bits of flesh, hair, bone, even feces, are mixed in.
Sure, so maybe I should wash. But can't we do this “in” the tent?
Okay, yeah, I get that too. Maybe. I'll scare the priestesses or something. But couldn't they set up a screen? Instead? I'm standing, still buck naked, outside.
At least the girls got clothes on so how “damaged” they are isn't as visible anymore.
Couple of knights are standing watch nearby. Of course they are not here to protect me.
They are here to make sure I don’t leave, even if they come to get me. No. Until they come to get me, they’re not to enter the room. No. Just stop me from entering the room. No. Uh, can I leave the room with them?
Hehe. Great flick. Thanks brain. Needed that flashback.
Even through their visors I can sense them looking at me with hate. At the girls with pity. And at both of us with disgust.
Should sprout a boner just to annoy them. Oh, and thank you god, goddess, whoever, for the size of this vessel's “package.” Amen.
Seriously. Top notch work. Got a new body so of course that's the first thing I checked.
But? I'm too tired. What I really want is sleep. Snores before whores. At least I can feel my “mana” tank getting gassed up. Yeah, that’s a weird feeling.
Kind of like a battery being recharged. However, that would actually feel. But I could tell it was about empty before. And now I can tell it's slowly refilling.
The camp is busy as they continue clearing and “purifying” the monastery. Quite the bonfire going next to it. Been hours and “stuff” is still being thrown into the flames.
Can smell what’s cooking there though. So gross.
With my second cheat power [Super Senses] and mana? Discovered I can adjust the sensitivity of my eyes, ears, and nose. Change the range. The focus. Basically? Can even look around walls and over hills.
Nothing in this camp can hide from me.
Not the fully armed and armored knights “hiding” in the tents nearby. Nor the hetero and homo “skinship” going on in some tents further away. Not even the- Bail out! Retreat! Bad tent! No touchy!
Whew. That was… ew. But? How did they teach the goat to do that?
Nevermind. Moving on!
Can even hear captain tin can and others talking about me in the big tent at the center of the camp. There is some sort of wall of air in the way, muffling the sound. Magic?
But, add some more mana to my ears? Presto, can hear everything. Like I was standing there next to them.
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Fantasy cleric guy's voice. “...has to die. We have no choice. He is proof we stole the ritual. He is proof we failed. If Aquecia gets their hands on him? It could mean war. What might the Aquecian heroes do?”
Tin can next. “Sire Erwalt, please, we cannot kill him. The Oracle refuses to leave his side. She could be killed in the fight. And that is if we even can kill him. Killing a Demon Lord? With his bare hands? He is a monster. Who knows how many would die trying to bring him down. Yes, Sire Tibbott?”
Now, you could say demon boy killed himself. It was his own arm after all. Well, I was there so… assisted suicide? Poor douche giant. Couldn’t cope with his pussy feet anymore and decided to end it all.
*moment of silence*
“Captain, Sire Erwalt already said so but should be said again for those who can't see the astral. That beast's aura is unbelievable. The amount of mana at his command is likely terrifying. Even if it is just enhancement talents? He may be immortal. If it includes the six schools too? The ruin he could cause…”
Guess I'm scary to wizard in a can.
Another. “The Aquecian Sword Hero reportedly has a massive mana pool and can use both body magic and the light school. This monster may be able to do the same.”
That gets the bunch riled up.
“Fear will lead to rash mistakes.” Theo settles the herd. “Dame Matylda, you have been quiet.”
Finally, a woman's voice. “My apologies, your grace. I was lost in thought, but is not this discussion pointless?” Unsettled crowd again. “Please, my lords and ladies. Messages are well on their way to both Lord General Lianlaf and his majesty, King Arter II. So any decision we reach may be overruled.” Various fellows agreed. “We were supposed to meet the Oracle's party with the hero on the way to the Lord General's camp. He may not be a hero, but he was still summoned and is powerful.”
“So no matter the disaster the original plan can still be followed?” Who is this guy?
“I think Dame Matylda has the right of it, Sire Regohn.” Tin can sounds depressed. “Many of the finest in Tourin took part in this ritual. With their deaths? Whatever he is, we need him. And he's already shown how good he is at killing demons.” Something raps on a table. “Alright. We will secure the beast as best we can but do not approach him. Anyone who confronts him will answer to me. Wait a day for the rest of the column and then move to meet the Lord General. Dismissed.”
Hear them all leave except for Matylda.
…
Huh? Are they changing clothes?
“ahn” “Naughty princesses get punished.” “ung” “Rescue me, my prince!” “ahn” “ung” “OOH!”
Theo! You piece of shit! Hours ago weren’t you in tears over “Avi,” but now you're fucking the knight chick?
Whoa. Princess play? Kinky. But why is he calling her prince?
Oh…
Wow. Dude, you got issues. Poor elfy. Does anyone really give a shit about her?
“Master-er. Y-your cleaning is com-complete.”
Still refusing to look me in the eyes? Is she blushing? Huh, is it about “that?” You've seen it plenty already. Had a much larger one pounding you into mush not that long ago too.
Though, freely admit, it is impressive. If I had a phone? Would be taking pics and texting them to everyone. Or, you know, not.
Ugh. I didn't want this. Still, these girls really did get into every nook and cranny. Even my dick. I feel more than clean. I’m downright spotless.
And god damn I cannot get over all these muscles. I’ve never been in this good a shape. The prior occupant must have been a gym fanatic.
Still, besides having “almost” as much hair as my real body does up top? Ahem. The rest of me is just about hairless. Huh. How old is this…
“Slave?”
“M-master?” Stop with the stuttering already.
“How old is this body?” Seriously, eighteen? Nineteen? Can’t be twenty.
“Fifteen years, master.”
What? Fifteen?! You killed a fifteen year old to make room for me in here? Bitch! I'll ki-
Stop! Don't. Calm. Not… yet.
Need to rest a bit before Murder Spree 2.0 Collector's Edition re-begins. Figure out my targets.
Alright alright, okay, out of the barrel. Dressing me too? Huh. Nice duds. Shirt, jacket, boxers, and pants? What's with the black and gold scheme? Am I some teenage edge-lord? Screw it, I don't care.
Just want sleep.
Angelles , Arter II (male, human, tourinese)
Jouveral, Matylda (female, human, tourinese)
Lianlaf, Huguet (male, human, tourinese)