Volume 7 Chapter 9 Georgie Rescue Part ①.txt
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Huh? What exactly…?”
I snapped back to consciousness, still drunk on the lingering pleasure, trying to get a sense of my surroundings.
First off—my body felt good.
Like when I was little, held every night by Mama Vintenica, falling asleep in her warm, enveloping embrace. Before me, a breast covered with the fine fuzz typical of beastmen. Slowly, I realized I was cradled like a baby, suckling from Mor. At my waist and feet, two slave girls snuggled close.
Though we were still completely naked, every trace of whatever had happened between the three women and me was gone. I bet Vera cleaned us up with some spirit magic.
”Uh, good morning?” I asked.
”Have you awakened?” Mor said gently.
”Sir Soyuz, I’m glad you seem satisfied,” Lena added.
”Soyuu, you were cute,” Vera said softly.
I lowered my gaze. Lena and Vera both smiled broadly—bright, lovely smiles. All three of them were radiant.
”Huh? I… did it with Mor and Lena, but with Vera…?” I asked, confused.
”Even while asleep, Soyuu’s manhood was incredible,” Vera murmured, caressing her stomach, cheeks flushed with lingering pleasure.
”…Well, I guess I don’t mind what you do to me—as long as it’s you. But what time is it now?” I said.
”The evening bell is about to ring. By the way, Master… aren’t you going to call me Mor without the honorific anymore?” she asked, stroking my hair with a lonely look.
”N-No, that was… I was excited too, so, uh…” I stammered.
”Is that so? Then when Master gets excited again, you’ll call me by my name?” she teased.
”Sir Soyuz does change a bit during pillow talk. I’m sure he’ll call you by your name, Ms. Mor,” Lena said knowingly.
”Soyuu, when that happens, I get a little rough. But I won’t do anything you really hate,” Mor said softly.
…What do these girls think of me?
Probably pointless to dwell on it, so I shoved the thought aside. After a brief hesitation, I lifted my head from Mor’s lap and sat up.
”So, you guys already gotten close?” I asked.
”Yes. Ms. Lena and Ms. Vera both accepted me,” Mor said.
”Since Sir Soyuz accepted us and embraced us, we’re comrades who serve together. The three of us pledged to dedicate ourselves to our Master,” Vera added.
She nodded with a smile. Mor smiled warmly, Lena bowed politely, and Vera remained unchanged as usual.
Well, if they’re all fine with it, that’s good enough.
I spent some time bonding with them, then we dressed and ate dinner to quell the hunger Life-Sharing magic leaves behind. Night soon fell fully.
”All right. Let’s head out soon,” I said.
They nodded.
The top priority was rescuing Georgia. At the same time, we had to investigate the other matter—probably by confronting Mor’s former master.
In other words, that mansion would need to be attacked sooner or later.
”Ms. Mor, Life-Sharing magic can cure poison and sickness but can’t restore the stamina you’ve lost. How do you feel? Can you fight?” I asked.
She nodded seriously.
”Yeah. My stamina’s really dropped, so I’m not at my best, but I’m still a beastman. Even weakened, I won’t fall behind humans,” she said firmly.
”Got it. Then use this.”
I handed Mor the iron-clawed gauntlet I took from Georgia the other day.
”This smell… it’s my daughter’s, isn’t it?” she whispered.
”Yeah. Now it’s your turn to help Georgia.”
”…Yes. I will definitely do it.”
She bowed deeply and put on the gauntlet. In her eyes, I glimpsed the fierce resolve of a mother determined to save her child—and I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear.
—At the same time, an indescribable envy.
I have no memory of a mother, having been in the slave hut since I first became aware. I don’t dwell on it now, but I can’t deny the pure envy I feel for Mor—who risked her life for her child—and for Georgia, who’s done dirty work for her sake.
I see Lena and Vera watching her too, their eyes full of something close to envy. Is the one reflected there—Georgia—just like me?
* * *
A few moments later, we arrive again in front of that mansion.
”So, we’re raiding this place, but honestly, we don’t have a solid plan. It’s basically a smash-and-grab. Two objectives: first, rescue Georgia. Second, gather intel on elf hunting. I’ll handle the intel—so you three focus on saving Georgia,” I explained.
I glance at the three faces before me.
Lena clenches the hilt of her dagger, eyes steely.
Vera snorts, breathing hard.
Ms. Mor glares at the mansion’s main gate, a low growl escaping her lips. “Grrr…”
”Yeah. Everyone’s fired up. Here’s the plan: split into two groups. You three hit the main gate to create a flashy diversion. Vera, can I count on you?”
”Leave it to me,” Vera said confidently.
”Good. While you draw the guards, I’ll sneak in to find Georgia. After you clear the front, you can storm the mansion. I’ll have the ‘cleanup’ ready by then.”
”Understood,” Lena replied.
”As you wish,” Ms. Mor added.
”All right. From what I saw today, the guards aren’t anything special—they won’t be a match for you. They’re not worth holding back against.”
I hugged and kissed each of them in turn. Lena, Vera, and even Ms. Mor looked fueled by that small encouragement.
”Now then—let’s begin.”
At my signal, Vera spread her arms and looked up. “Salamander! Let’s do this!”
In response, a large lizard of flames—the fire spirit, salamander [T/N: a mythical fire elemental]—materialized from the void. It lunged toward the main gate, unleashing a massive fireball.
The blast struck the gate with a thunderous roar, shattering stone and melting the thick iron door like wax.
”What just happened?!” a guard shouted.
”Enemy attack?!” another yelled.
Private soldiers poured out from the mansion and garden posts, weapons drawn. Like a black panther, Lena lunged, slicing with her twin daggers. Ms. Mor followed, claws bared.
Yeah. Just as expected—I can leave this to them and focus on my task.
Taking advantage of the chaos Lena and the others created, I scaled the wall and slipped in through the back gate.
Two guards stood watch there, but amateurs caught off guard by the diversion. My darts found their marks instantly. They were down before they knew what hit them. The infiltration was clean.
Mansions like this follow similar blueprints: the first floor features a grand entrance with stairs on both sides leading up. Surrounding it are kitchens, storerooms, servants’ quarters, and guard posts, plus a back service entrance for deliveries. I entered through that service entrance, knocking out anyone in my path with darts—soldiers poisoned, servants tranquilized.
Soon enough, I found what I was after: a hidden staircase leading down to the basement.
Corrupt mansions always have basements, tucked away behind piles of junk or secret panels, hiding what they don’t want discovered. Sure enough, behind a cluttered corner of a storage room, the stairs appeared.
”Magic light,” I whispered, igniting a glowing orb to illuminate the darkness below.
A stale, unpleasant scent hit my nose—just like a slave cabin.
Sword drawn in my right hand, dart ready in my left, I crept down the stairs.
Rooms on either side of the dim corridor were barred with iron. Inside some cells, women sat locked away, waiting to be sold.
Jackpot.
The mansion’s master claimed to be a simple merchant, but beneath the surface, this was his real trade. These women were clearly kidnapped.
I planned to save them after I finished my mission. Georgia was the priority.
”She’s not here,” I muttered.
Eight cells in all—no sign of Georgia.
”Hmmm…” I frowned.
With so many women still locked up, it seemed unlikely they shipped Georgia out alone.
But I also doubted the master was abusing her. If that were true, she’d have been moved already. Besides, girls like her only hold value if ‘unused.’
More importantly…
In this country, most people won’t even touch beastmen.
Except for beautiful elves, demi-humans and beastmen are treated closer to animals than people. To treat them as sexual objects is considered a severe perversion.
It’s a ridiculous stigma.
Having been sold as a slave, raised by a cruel witch, and trained by a ruthless elf, I can’t fathom such ignorant prejudice—especially after seeing Ms. Mor’s incredible body.
Anyway…
She wasn’t on the first floor or in the cells here. That meant she must be upstairs.
That’s the logical place.
The second floor in mansions like this is reserved for the master, their family, and important guests—basically, the nobles. Only select servants are allowed access.
Pondering what Georgia might be doing up there, I left the basement behind.
Notes:
• Vintenica – She is a tall, slender magic user, appeared as the new mistress buying six boys, wearing a deep purple robe with her right half face hidden by a white mask, half beautiful young woman and half eerie with blood-red lips, mysterious and slightly frightening.
• Lena – Female. A young slave girl in her early teens. Her appearance is emaciated with brown skin, long black hair, and grotesque scars across her face, including one that blinds her left eye. She wears a black collar and tattered clothing. Her relationship to the protagonist is that of a rescued victim. She is silent and appears to have endured severe physical and emotional abuse.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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