Volume 8 Chapter 23 Treatment of the Orange Mermaid
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Common sense dictates it’s impossible to propose to someone who already has a lover. Your demand? You’d have no right to complain if you were killed.”
”Ugh…”
The room was a dim, half-ruined stone building, one of the derelict structures in the old town. Soft sunlight filtered through gaps in the crumbling walls. From far off, birds heralded the morning with faint cries. In this quiet place, devoid of people or animals, a meeting was taking place.
”B-but…”
”You were r**ed, then?”
Primlena, the orange Merfolk, sat on the rubble using human legs as support. Facing her, sitting squarely across, was Cianie Hartmann. Between them, the Demonkin Suzette interjected cautiously, cushioning the tension.
”You were a general of the enemy army. If caught, torture, threats, and assault are standard. To have started a war that brought suffering to many, then act like a victim when harmed yourself—that’s audacious,” Suzette spat out.
Cianie met her gaze without flinching, her presence so commanding that Primlena shrank under it with every word.
”Ugh… th-that…”
”At the end of battle, men die, women are violated. You started the war, so don’t play victim and come near my lover. We might consider reconciliation with the Merfolk—but you will not stand behind me as his wife.”
Cianie’s words cut sharply. The tone left no room for argument. Klock Livorno’s heart belonged to her, and no one else would ever be welcome in that space. Suzette and Meina, though unspoken, already recognized this dynamic.
Primlena, however, was different. She appeared after Cianie and Klock reunited—meaning Cianie had every right to reject her. The confession of their so-called “special relationship” was trivial, barely worth acknowledging. Klock’s encounter with her in Rushelora was an attack under the assumption she was an enemy soldier; threats and coercion were used to extract information. Cianie had no reason to give credence to her claims.
”Regarding Viola, gratitude is due. Thus, I will not kill you as an enemy general. But understand this—you will not be welcomed with a smile.”
Cianie’s gaze never wavered. Primlena dropped her eyes, powerless, the energy to resist completely drained. No one present would defend her. Klock might have intervened, but he was elsewhere; Meina merely watched under the guise of guarding. The Merfolk now had no choice but to return to the sea.
”Consider yourself spared because Klock is merciful,” Cianie thought. As a general who caused war, imprisonment, trial, and execution would have been more fitting. She should be thankful for his kindness rather than overestimating her own importance.
”Lady Cianie. May I have a moment?”
”?”
Just as the conversation seemed over, Suzette summoned Cianie outside the ruins.
”I think it would be wise not to let her return just yet,” Suzette suggested.
”Why?”
”She eliminated Vampire Princess Viola and can also undo Princess Asura’s Charm. If we cooperate, she could help protect Sir Klock.”
Cianie’s eyebrows twitched, a tiny, clear display of displeasure.
”I don’t need her. Klock is mine to protect. I decided that in emergencies, I won’t let anyone separate him from me. No outside help necessary.”
”That is inefficient,” Suzette countered sharply. “Forgive my frankness, but Lady Cianie is unsuited to be Sir Klock’s shield. Her power threatens allies as well as enemies.”
Cianie faltered briefly, realizing Suzette’s words were painfully true. Even a small surge of her strength could endanger Klock.
”The elusive Vampire Princess and the fearsome Succubus Princess require countermeasures. Ms. Primlena could be extremely useful in that role.”
”That doesn’t mean she can marry him,” Cianie replied coldly.
”Yes. We will not compromise on that. In return, we seek reconciliation with the Merfolk.”
”Ms. Primlena.”
Returning inside, the two met the orange Merfolk girl once more. She hadn’t left immediately, perhaps troubled by what was to come. Suzette stepped forward this time.
”You are the sister of Lady Primjune, Queen of the Merfolk. Your arrival suggests a heavy burden: the survival of your kind rests upon your shoulders. We do not intend to treat you dismissively. Should you demonstrate sufficient effort, we may reconsider future relations.”
Primlena lifted her face, recognizing the indirect offer as a trade.
”…Meaning?”
”The Demon Lord’s Army is clearly attempting a hostage strategy. They anticipate victory is impossible through fair battle. We require capable personnel to prepare defenses against such cowardice.”
In short, join the Hero’s side and this is the expectation. Primlena nodded.
”The High Priest commands me to serve under the Hero. I will not fall behind even against Vampires or Succubi. I vow to be of service.”
”And regarding Klock?” Cianie asked, cutting in.
”…I will respect the Hero’s wishes. I shall convey your words faithfully to the High Priest and promise not to interfere henceforth…”
Cianie had not instructed her to say this; by speaking it herself, Primlena applied her own pressure. Hesitant, she revealed her intentions, testing the waters.
”I’ve heard Merfolk have codes,” Cianie admitted.
”…Sanctum-serving Merfolk cannot harbor impurity; they must see through relationships with men they’ve engaged with. If impossible, they must resolve it decisively. But I am no longer of the Sanctum… I will let go of that day,” she confessed.
Primlena relinquished her original demands. Only reconciliation with the Merfolk remained. For Cianie, this was trivial. Yet if Primlena could handle either Kispe or Viola, her value would rise simply by remaining near.
”…Understood. I’ll observe for a while. Forget that they’re from the Demon Lord’s Army for now. There are those who’d secretly turn their malice toward Klock—deal with them,” Cianie said, her voice razor-sharp.
”Understood,” Primlena replied, a flicker of hope budding within her (T/N: “芽を出す” = sprouting, hint of friendship). A tiny seed of goodwill, a glimmer that relations could improve, sent her emotions soaring.
”You understand, don’t you? Betrayal is unforgivable. If you ever point that Trident at Klock yourself, I will annihilate every Fishkin in existence. Your entire family—arms ripped off, tails crushed, every last one executed meticulously,” Cianie’s words froze the air itself (T/N: “Trident” = Primlena’s weapon).
The atmosphere chilled instantly, like the world itself was seized by ice. The sheer killing intent slammed into Primlena, making her shiver violently.
”…Do you understand?”
”…Y-Yes… I-I… fully… comprehend…!!”
Cianie tilted her head, eyes blazing with terrifying focus, while the orange Merfolk knelt, cold sweat dripping, gaze fixed downward.
The deal was sealed. Bodyguard, hired warrior, or something in between—Primlena was now bound to the Hero’s side. The orange Merfolk princess looked ready to cry. Cooperation or not, this was no comfort. Each glance from the Hero felt like her lifespan was collapsing.
”Not good, Sir Klock. You need proper reflection,” Meina scolded playfully elsewhere.
Meanwhile, in a rubble-strewn corner of the old town, away from Cianie’s council, Klock and companions were present.
”I am reflecting! Look, it’s hard for Meina not to notice. Proof I only see my lover!” Klock grinned, unrepentant (T/N: “反省チンポ” = playful term mixing reflection & male organ).
”Mmnyan, even a Merfolk would get you hard, right?” Meina teased back, feline purrs accompanying her words.
The man, fearing retribution for his infidelity, rushed outside. In a partly intact alleyway, he flattered Meina, previously treated as a casual partner, now calling her “girlfriend” in a desperate charm offensive.
”Stop covering things up with sex whenever it gets awkward!!” Meina scolded, though half-smiling.
”Nope, see? Reflection is working. Fits perfectly in lover’s—uh, you know. Perfect match!”
”Ah… don’t… keep going… ♡” Meina moaned.
They stood, pressed in a tight embrace, hips clicking rhythmically (T/N: “ぱっちゅ” = onomatopoeia for thrusting). Initially protesting, the cat-girl’s resistance melted; by the end, she returned the kisses fervently.
”Nyah, nyah… ah ♡”
The release was shocking in volume, yet Meina clung as though it were normal. Her body melted into him, fully devoted.
”See? Perfect for your boyfriend’s… parts, right?” Klock teased.
”I-I don’t… know… ♡” Meina whimpered.
”Good, then one more round,” he insisted.
”No! Stop!! If we’re caught, we’ll be in trouble… I’ll just lick it instead, okay?”
Afterwards, Meina wobbled weakly. Her sleeveless sakura-patterned kimono, pristine and modest, was incongruously streaked with white. The golden-haired cat-girl collapsed to her knees as Klock stood before her, guiding her mouth for the next act.
Chupping sounds echoed through the abandoned streets (T/N: “chuppu” = slurp). Meina served him with devotion, oblivious to the outside world, her fluffy hair stroked tenderly as she concentrated solely on him.
The climax approached. Primlena considered using this time to delay return, yet suddenly—
”…What are you doing?”
A shadow blocked the alleyway. The voice was familiar, flat, utterly detached.
Dop, dop, doppo!!! (T/N: onomatopoeia for ej***ion)
Turning revealed the maid, expression void of any emotion. Cold as if she’d lost interest in the world itself, her gaze was a sharpened blade, scornful as if she were inspecting trash.
Klock’s tense manhood thrashed within Meina’s mouth, the force and volume beyond normal, yet she dutifully swallowed it all. Oblivious to danger, she clung to him, prolonging the act with submissive devotion.
”…I will report this to Lady Cianie,” the maid announced.
”W-Wait!! That’s dangerous!!”
Even the Demon (Majin) Maid was Klock’s girl. Watching him flirt with another could not leave her calm, even if tolerated. This was an infidelity alert, extreme in real-time.
”Earlier, Lady Cianie considered enforcing a curse to regulate you strictly. I advised against it, but it seems unnecessary now,” the maid said with a composed, unbending tone.
”?!” Klock staggered, realizing the stakes.
Within a kilometer, Cianie would be informed. Time was scarce; the wife’s word could end him instantly. Every step back, Klock’s apologies grew more desperate, more sincere.
* * *
”Oof… PriPri, made her mad, huh? Or is she just naturally vengeful? Ah, I screwed up,” Viola muttered. She sprawled across the bed, clad only in white undergarments, legs wide.
A world of women only. A castle full of women. In the free, comfortable sanctuary of her home, Viola stretched luxuriantly.
”All right, food time!! Luganda!! Luganda, Lugandaaaa!! Worked so hard today—starving!!”
She dashed out, black dress fluttering, cheerful energy scattering through the halls. Waving at passing maids, she searched eagerly for her target.
At the landing, a girl stood, arms crossed, maid uniform creased, expression sulky.
”There you are, Luganda… Huh? Why the long face?” Viola asked.
”I just finished dealing with the Nobility (T/N: “ウジェニー” = high-ranking arist) interaction,” Luganda replied.
”Eh?”
”The Hanover Cardinal came by,” she added. Viola’s smile vanished instantly, replaced by stark displeasure, almost like she’d crushed a large caterpillar underfoot. Luganda’s expression mirrored a quiet bitterness.
”When I said my duplicate was on expedition, they left immediately,” Luganda noted.
”Such trouble from the Theocracy… Did they say anything?”
”Moon Court monsters did nothing against the Hero, apparently,” Luganda continued. Viola’s face twisted, frustrated. To her, it felt like the Nobility were irritated by her repeated deaths, disregarding her tactical advantages.
”You talk like it’s someone else’s problem! You’ve never fought, yet say whatever! You know someone’s spying, right? Then why not help?”
”That’s true. But the duplicates shouldn’t solo anymore. You might be safe, but Nobility sees it as repeated failures, shameful exposure,” Luganda replied.
Viola sighed, realizing strategy was secondary to perception. Nobility cared about face. Humans saw a defeated Vampire as a disgrace.
”Also, Moon Court Nobility nagged about how no one would die for that wretched woman,” Luganda added.
”…As usual,” Viola muttered, exasperated. The “wretched woman” was Parl Forestier, Demon Lord’s Army strategist. Viola, representing Vampires, held a seat in the Council of the United Kingdoms.
Parl belonged to the hardline faction, balancing her own will with the Nobility’s directives to maintain her current position (T/N: “強硬派” = hardliner).
The Vampire Nobility were far from pleased. Viola, standing at the forefront, made the decisions, yet the mere fact that she operated under Parl’s umbrella stirred resentment.
”Sorry for making you deal with such unpleasant company,” Viola said, an unusually bitter, apologetic expression crossing her face.
”No problem at all,” Luganda replied, snorting softly (T/N: “鼻を鳴らした” = exhaled in mild amusement).
The shift toward the militarist faction led by Bandanzine had long been desired by the Moon Court Nobility. It was nothing new for them to pressure Viola, though today the irritation was particularly visible. Many Nobility openly despised Parl (T/N: “ウジェニー” = aristocrats). In the Moon Court, hardly anyone had not heard of her notorious reputation. Her notoriety predated the formation of the United Kingdoms.
Back then, Moon Court Vampires were enemies of the Demonkin led by Dainheorl.
Over a decade ago, during the tumultuous Demon Continent period, various races established inter-species territorial rule. The once-dominant Demon Lord’s continent had languished for over a century without a sovereign. Coexisting species strengthened their control locally, while the Demonkin had faded into obscurity.
Dainheorl’s rise reshaped history. He unified the scattered Demonkin, expanded into surrounding regions, crushed hostile races by force, intimidated opportunists, and rapidly extended his power.
Although Vampires ruled Moon Court as their stronghold, they clashed immediately with the advancing Demonkin. Bloodshed was immense. Vampires, proud and resilient, were no easy foes. Many would have chosen death over submission to even a Majin. Yet they ultimately capitulated, subsumed into the Demonkin state under humiliating terms.
Parl’s selection to lead against the Vampires marked the beginning of all misery. Moon Court Vampires possessed exceptional physical prowess and vitality, arguably superior to Demonkin. Despite sunlight weakness, only the Sanctum’s Merfolk could challenge them meaningfully.
Yet their downfall was brutal: systematically tortured and killed, Vampires were turned against each other under Parl’s command. She animated corpses to attack the living, multiplying the carnage. Physical strength and endurance counted for nothing; Vampires were devoured alive by their own kin. Fangs proved useless against animated corpses. Ankles grabbed, hair pulled—Vampires were torn apart as if scavenging trash.
What unfolded was less battle than execution. Survivors’ cries for help went unanswered. Moon Court Nobility sank to terror’s depths. Those notorious for cruelty, the Vampires, were silenced by an even more savage forest-dwelling woman. Fear of Parl forced the Nobility to immediately seek peace. An entire faction of Vampires, once mighty, had knelt before a single woman. Following surrender, Vampires were integrated into the United Kingdoms, becoming a constituent race.
Years passed. The modern Vampires regained power, yet the terror instilled by Parl remained; their contempt for her never faded. Naturally, the Nobility’s sharp tongues and disapproval were directed at Viola.
”Hey, Viola. You’re the castle’s master. Do as you like. But for your own good, why not follow the plan?” Luganda suggested.
”…Hmm,” Viola muttered, uncharacteristically hesitant. Only with topics like this did she show any doubt.
”Just so you know, I hate that Dark Mage too. Count Trenton destroyed my homeland of Sand, but Parl gave the orders. Fourteen years later, I still resent it. I’d just started working for a Nobility family I’d longed for,” she added.
”You’re basically still in Nobility service, right?” Luganda noted, her expression tightening (T/N: “ジトっ” = narrowed eyes showing annoyance).
”Just joking. Can’t change the past, can we?” Viola smiled weakly.
”That’s not all. Did you hear about Lady Lyla? Her birth… gave me chills. Parl’s cruelty dwarfs even the Moon Court Nobility. Even Lady Fina is hard to read. Compared to that, Bandanzine seems almost human.”
”If we’re going to the old man, might as well stick with the moderates… PriPri’s scary though,” Luganda muttered.
”Then do it. Ask the Riadro war maiden to mediate with the Merfolk. But… Kis-Kis isn’t here.”
”What’s with all the Kispe talk? You really like that Succubus Princess too much. I hate people like her—they ruin others. Doesn’t matter if she’s female; it’s terrifying either way,” Luganda remarked, starting to walk toward the dining hall. Viola followed, remembering she hadn’t eaten yet.
”Anyway, we need to think about the future,” Viola said.
”What future?” Luganda asked.
”For starters, we’ll need to fight seriously soon. Kis-Kis probably failed, so it’s time to make a real move. We’ll also need to deploy the monster forces we’ve got. I’ll take Lorelei’s conch and personally head into the wasteland,” Viola explained.
”So, you’re going in person. Then we’ll also mobilize,” Luganda nodded.
Luganda flipped her hair, and Viola hurried to keep up, waving frantically as she nearly collided with her friend.
”Eh? No way I’d let you do anything dangerous! Stay home and keep the castle warm—”
”Hah? What are you talking about? If the nosey Nobility come while you’re gone, they’ll look down on us Dhampirs, call us sluts, and shove their authority and… you know… at us. You’re safe as a Nobility’s agent, but we’re at risk when you’re absent!”
Dhampirs serving Nobility were often preyed upon, treated as sexual tools. Attractive ones were de facto sex slaves. Naturally, Luganda and the others were eyed by outsiders. Their current peace depended entirely on Viola’s protection as a Moon Court agent.
”Ugh… right. Sorry, I’ll protect you, absolutely,” Viola said, swallowing hard.
”We’re the ones protecting you. You’re the commander, after all,” Luganda replied firmly.
Luganda turned sharply, her back to Viola, and strode toward the dining hall (T/N: “プイッと” = huffily, with a touch of annoyance).
Viola followed, hurrying to catch up.
Though their positions differed—mistress and maid—they interacted like friends, laughing and teasing as they went. Today, like every day, they would share a meal together.
Notes:
• Primlena – Orange-haired merfolk priestess, fierce yet elegant | First v8c3 | Sister of Sea General Primjune, subordinate to Primrity | Once captured and violated by Klock, now obsessed with reclaiming honor | Commands Obsidian Riders on giant fish, fights with trident | Seeks to drag Klock to Seabed Temple for marriage trial or execution | Unique note: revenge-driven siren bride who masks fury under ritual grace
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Rushelora – A port where demons are allowed to stay at embassies under special circumstances. It is a location where humans and demons have trade relations.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
• Parl Forestier – She is the Demon King’s strategist, appeared as a sharp-eared, high-pitched voice, known for her role in annihilating resistant tribes.
• Bandanzine – They are one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a warrior with a dignified gaze, known for their frontline combat prowess.
• Dainheorl – He is the conqueror of the Demon Continent, appeared as the council leader, known for his godlike strength and four horns.
• Lyla – Jester General of Demon King.
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