Volume 10 Chapter 56 The Forestkin Princess and the Demon
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Sir Klock. Do I have your leave?”
”Yeah, what is it?” Klock asked.
The setting was the western edge of the Diva Plains¹. Several days had passed since leaving Dayrid, and they were currently hunkered down at a temporary campsite.
”A messenger has arrived from the Barreith Army²,” the maid reported. “They’re offering to reinforce Orrid and are requesting an introduction.”
”Hah?”
Under the privacy of the tent, Klock had been letting his hand wander idly around her waist, but the maid’s news brought his wandering fingers to a halt. Even for a man who wouldn’t flinch at an enemy army appearing on the horizon, the sheer absurdity of Barreith’s behavior frequently left him speechless.
”That bastard Ludovico… with what kind of nerve does he say something like that?”
”They are reportedly about a day’s march to the northeast,” she replied. “Shall we rendezvous?”
This was political warfare, pure and simple. It wasn’t just a random diplomatic overture; Klock was being forced to decide whether to establish a long-term cooperative pipeline with Barreith.
If he refused now, Barreith might never deal with the Count again. Worse, they might pivot entirely and join their political rivals. And the sting was that they were pressuring Klock directly, bypassing the Count.
”Ignore them and keep our distance. I don’t trust those snakes,” Klock said. “They’ll either use the ‘merger’ as a pretext to ambush us or stab us in the back halfway through.”
A rejection here might earn him a lashing from the Count later. He could already hear the old man asking why he’d turned a potential ally into an enemy on a whim. But the situation was too volatile. If he let them get close and they betrayed him, the damage would be catastrophic.
”Even if we maintain our distance, we’re going to end up with them right on our tail,” Suzette noted. “What if we let them take the lead?”
”…True. But we don’t exactly have the luxury of time,” Klock muttered.
”Exactly. We have no idea what’s happening in Orrid,” Suzette added. “At worst, it might have already fallen. We need to move as fast as possible.”
Klock let out a heavy sigh, exhausted by Barreith’s constant nonsense. That executive officer… from the moment they met until now, the man had contributed nothing but headaches.
Suzette wasn’t the type to tolerate flirting during work hours. Klock fought the urge to reach for her backside again, his expression souring as he chewed over the Barreith problem. Suddenly, the tent flap flipped open again.
”Klock.”
”Now what?” he asked.
Ada stepped in, dressed in rough travel gear without her armor or halberd. She had apparently left her own unit to seek out the Brigante unit³ squad alone. She held a cage containing a messenger pigeon. Unless she’d suddenly taken up bird-keeping, it was an enemy familiar.
”Take a look at this,” Ada said, handing him a letter.
”The moment I told them we’d left Dayrid, they demanded our coordinates. If I give them up, we’re basically painting a target on our backs, right? I wasn’t sure how you wanted to handle it.”
This was the internal collusion matter he’d tasked her with. She’d picked up where Klock left off, and it hadn’t taken long for the enemy to start sniffing around.
”Giving them our true position is suicide,” Suzette interjected. “Why not tell them we’re taking the Nichirin Road?”
”Good point,” Ada agreed. “If they think we’re on a different route, we’re safe for the moment.”
”Strategically, though, the Demon Lord’s Army⁴ should have Nichirin Road under blockade,” Klock countered. “If their goal is to intercept us, they’ll just be lying in wait. It’s no different than not answering at all.”
A lie wouldn’t help if the enemy already had troops there. With the enemy forces outnumbering the Humans two-to-one, they had more than enough soldiers to garrison every crossroads.
The only thing that mattered was reaching Orrid. From that perspective, the answer didn’t change the outcome. If anything, claiming they’d retreated to Dayrid might actually lure the enemy into a false sense of security.
”Are we done playing double agent then?” Ada asked. “If you don’t have a specific plan, this is just a waste of time.”
”It would have been nice to exploit the connection, but we’re running out of time before we hit Orrid,” Suzette added. “It might be time to call it quits.”
Klock had hoped to use the connection for something, but it wasn’t panning out. The women were right; it was better to cut the cord than to keep agonizing over it.
”We’ll give them a location, but we’ll report it as being two days behind our actual position,” Klock decided.
”Huh?” Ada asked.
”The Barreith Army is breathing down our necks while pretending to be allies. Fine. We’ll let the enemy think they are us. The Brigante unit will peel off, scale the Brest Mountains, and hide. We’ll let the Barreith troops pass us by.”
”And then we see who bites,” Klock finished. Suzette and Ada traded looks.
Letting Barreith take the lead meant stalling their own march, which stung given the urgency of the Orrid situation. But haste invited disaster. This way, they wouldn’t have to worry about a treacherous army at their back, and they’d get a clear look at the Demon Lord’s Army’s hand.
”If the Demon Lord’s Army ends up slaughtering the Barreith guys… well, I can’t say I’d hate the development,” Ada remarked.
”I doubt we’ll get a show that good, but at least we’ll know what the bastards were planning,” Klock said.
With the march strategy settled, the final battle at Orrid was pushed back just a little longer.
* * *
”I swear, my cute little disciple gives the best head.”
”I’m going to kick your teeth in,” Rachel snapped.
Inside the tent, Klock sat on a folding cot while Rachel knelt before him, her mouth occupied with his c**k. Outside, the sounds of soldiers busy setting up camp filtered through the thin fabric – a secret tryst between master and student, separated from the army by a single sheet of canvas.
”Rachel, seriously, you’ve gotten incredible at this. Just looking at your lips makes me want to bury myself in you.”
”I’ll bite it off, you bastard,” Rachel muffled through her work.
She complained, but her tongue was meticulous. She used the soft pressure of her mouth and tongue to worship his rod. Despite her sharp words, her devotion was absolute, and Klock’s c**k throbbed, veins bulging as it hardened further under her care.
Rachel stood up after a light tap on her shoulder. As she did, her eyes flickered to the woman beside him. Flavia, the Forestkin⁵, sat there with her slender, pale limbs exposed, leaning against Klock. Her long, pointed ears were flushed a deep red as she clung to the man’s hand, which was busy between her thighs.
”Milord… ah…!”
A wet, squelching sound echoed in the tent. Klock’s fingers were digging deep, and the Forestkin girl’s body convulsed with every rhythmic motion. She had already peaked three times, her body twitching as she gritted her teeth, trying to endure her master’s relentless manual play.
”Is it just me, or is there always another woman here whenever I show up?” Rachel asked with a sigh.
”Is that so? Probably just your imagination,” Klock said.
Klock didn’t stop. Rachel watched him continue to stir Flavia’s depths and felt a wave of irritation. Flavia, oblivious to Rachel’s presence, could only moan into her hand, her body writhing under his touch.
Rachel turned her back to him and smoothly slid her leggings down. She presented her bare buttocks as an invitation, and Klock didn’t hesitate to reach out. He buried his fingers into the soft, yielding globes of her rear, kneading the flesh. He tried to savor the feel of his disciple’s ample backside, but she playfully slapped his hand away.
She backed into him, her heat pressing against his lap. Reaching between her own legs, she grabbed his rod, guiding the head to the right spot before slowly lowering herself down. His rod was swallowed by her tight, velvety heat. She sank down, the friction making a thick, wet sound as she took him in.
”I haven’t been giving you enough attention lately, have I? You were lonely, weren’t you?”
”Not at all. Not in the least. Not even a little bit,” Rachel replied, maintaining her prickly facade even as he filled her.
”You’re sleeping here tonight. Go get your things and a change of clothes later. Got it?”
”……Fine.”
With the night’s plans secured, her attitude finally thawed. Klock felt a wave of affection for her – she was like a yapping puppy – and he wrapped his arms around her from behind. She didn’t say anything, but she placed her hands over his.
From the rear-entry position, Rachel took control of the rhythm. She began to grind her hips back and forth, and Klock leaned back to enjoy his disciple’s service. As she worked him, he resumed his play with the Forestkin princess tucked under his arm.
”Fuh…! Kugh… ngh… ngh… nnugh…!”
The princess’s voice turned sweet at a single flick of his finger. The virginal tightness she’d had at the start was gone, replaced by a soft, clinging heat that sucked at his fingers. She reeked of a female in heat, her once-innocent eyes now clouded with raw lust.
Klock pulled the kneeling Flavia closer and took one of her breasts into his mouth. With her high-pitched, tickling moans in his ear, he gripped Rachel’s large, moving buttocks and continued to gouge the Forestkin’s core, savoring the dual sensation.
Rachel seemed to be asserting herself with the way she passionately threw her hips back. She pressed her heavy backside against him with a lewd, demanding rhythm. Being squeezed between the two of them – aware of exactly whose heat he was buried in – sent Klock’s arousal through the roof.
He was caught between the devoted grinding of the Human girl and the noble, yielding heat of the Forestkin princess. As he listened to their ragged breathing, Flavia finally broke.
”Oh… Milord…!”
The Forestkin princess, who had been thrusting her pelvis into his hand, collapsed forward. A heavy climax hit her, and she clung to Klock, her entire body racking with powerful, uncontrollable tremors.
”Sir Klock. Do you have a moment?” Suzette asked.
”Yeah? What is it?” Klock replied.
The western reaches of the Diva Plains. It was at a campsite, several days after our departure from Dayrid.
”A messenger has arrived from the Barreith Army ,” Suzette said. “They’re offering to reinforce Orrid-and they want us to broker the deal.”
”Hah?”
We were alone under the shade of the tent. I’d been taking liberties with our privacy, my hand wandering around my maid’s waist, but her news brought my playfulness to a dead halt. Even for a man like me, who wouldn’t blink at an enemy charge, the sheer audacity of the Barreith leadership frequently left me speechless.
”Ludovico, that prick… what kind of nerve does he have, crawling back with a line like that?” Klock muttered.
”They’re currently about a day’s march to the northeast,” Suzette explained. “What are your orders? Shall we rendezvous?”
This was a political ambush, plain and simple. It wasn’t some half-baked diplomatic whim; they were forcing a choice. Either we build a bridge of cooperation with Barreith here and now, or we burn it forever. If I refused, Barreith might wash their hands of the Count entirely. Or worse, they’d formally align themselves with our political rivals. That was the threat. And they were aiming that threat squarely at me, not the Count.
”Ignore them. Keep our distance,” Klock said. “I don’t trust those bastards as far as I can throw them. They’ll probably ‘merge’ with us just to slit our throats, or stab us in the back the moment things get hairy.”
Refusing here might earn me a tongue-lashing from the Count later. He’d ask why I threw away a chance to bring Barreith into the fold, why I turned them into enemies on a whim. But the situation was too volatile to play nice. If I let them close and they turned on us, there’d be no coming back.
”Even if we maintain our distance, as it stands, they’ll be right on the heels of our main force,” Suzette noted. “Why not let them take the lead instead?”
”True. But we don’t exactly have the luxury of sitting on our hands here,” Klock replied.
”Indeed. We have no idea what’s happening in Orrid,” Suzette said. “At worst, it may have already fallen. We need to move with as much haste as possible.”
I let out a heavy sigh, my head throbbing thanks to Barreith. That Consul. From the first day I met him until now, he hasn’t uttered a single word that wasn’t pure, unadulterated shit.
Suzette isn’t the type to tolerate groping while there’s work to be done. I fought the urge to reach for her backside, wallowing in my annoyance over Barreith, when the tent flaps parted again.
”Klock,” Ada said.
”Oh, now what?” Klock asked.
”I need a word about that matter,” Ada replied.
No halberd, no armor. Ada had arrived in her casual gear. She’d left her own unit to come all the way to the Brigante Unit alone. She was carrying a birdcage with a pigeon inside. Unless she’d suddenly taken up ornithology, that had to be an enemy familiar.
”Take a look at this,” Ada said, handing me a letter. “The moment I told them we’d left Dayrid, they demanded our coordinates. If I give them up, we’re just asking to be ambushed, right? I wasn’t sure how you wanted to play it.”
It was the double-agent game I’d tasked her with. Ada had picked up the thread of the secret collusion right where I’d left it, but the enemy was already digging for dirt.
”Divulging our position only puts us at a disadvantage,” Suzette suggested. “Why not tell them we’re taking the Nichirin Road ?”
”Good point,” Ada agreed. “If they think we’re on a different route, we’re safe for the moment.”
”But strategically speaking, the Demon Lord’s Army must have the Nichirin Road blockaded,” Klock countered. “If their goal is to hunt us down, they’ll just be sitting there waiting. It’s no different than not answering at all.”
Even if we fed them a lie, it wouldn’t serve as a distraction if they already had troops stationed there. The enemy outnumbered the Human forces more than two-to-one; they had more than enough bodies to spare for sentry duty. The only thing that mattered was reaching Orrid in time. From that perspective, the result was the same no matter what we wrote. In fact, it might be better to claim we’d turned back to Dayrid. If we were lucky, it might make them sloppy.
”Shall we wrap up this little ‘traitor’ charade?” Ada asked. “You don’t have a concrete endgame for this play, do you? If not, it’s just a waste of time.”
”It’d be great if we could exploit it, but we’re running out of time before we hit Orrid,” Suzette added. “Might be time to cut bait.”
I’d hoped to find some use for the connection, but life is rarely that convenient. Like they said, if it’s just going to be a headache, I might as well sever the link.
”Tell them our current location, but backdate it by a day or two,” Klock ordered.
”Huh?” Ada grunted.
”The Barreith Army is breathing down our necks while playing ‘ally.’ Let’s dress their troops up as ours. The Brigante Unit will peel off, climb into the Brest Mountains , and stay out of sight while we let Barreith take the lead.”
Let’s see what happens then. Suzette and Ada traded a knowing look. Letting Barreith go first meant our own march would grind to a halt. Delaying our arrival at Orrid stung, but haste makes waste. This way, I wouldn’t have to worry about a treacherous army at my back. And if it let us see exactly what the Demon Lord’s Army was plotting, it was a fair trade.
”If the Demon Lord’s Army ends up slaughtering the Barreith troops, well… that’s the kind of poetic justice I can get behind,” Ada smirked.
”It probably won’t be that hilarious, but at least we’ll see their hand,” Klock said.
The plan was set. The final showdown at Orrid would have to wait just a little longer.
* * *
”God, my cute little disciple’s mouth is the fucking best,” Klock groaned.
”I’m going to kill you,” Rachel hissed.
Inside the tent. I sat on a makeshift cot while Rachel knelt, her mouth full of my c**k. Outside, the air was thick with the voices of soldiers working to finish the campsite, but here, separated by a thin layer of canvas, the master and his disciple held their secret tryst.
”Rachel, you’ve seriously gotten good at this. Just looking at your lips makes me want to shove my d**k in,” Klock said.
”I’ll bite it off, you bastard,” Rachel grumbled, her voice muffled as she worked.
She complained, but her tongue was meticulous. She used her lips and the soft flesh of her mouth to worship my length with practiced skill. Despite her sharp tongue, the way she devoted herself to me made the veins on my shaft throb and bulge.
”Hah… phew… ngh…”
I tapped her shoulder, and Rachel stood up. As she did, her gaze flickered to the side. Another woman was there, her pale, slender limbs exposed as she leaned against me. A girl with green hair and the long, pointed ears of her kind. Her face was flushed deep crimson as she clung to my hand, which was busy between her thighs.
”M-Master…” Flavia whimpered.
The wet, rhythmic sounds of friction echoed through the tent. As I dug into her, the Forestkin girl’s body shuddered. She’d already come three times, and now she was clenching her teeth, trying to endure her lord’s manual labor.
”I swear, every time I come here, there’s always another woman around,” Rachel sighed.
”Really? Just your imagination, I’m sure,” Klock replied.
The disciple watched as her master worked another woman’s heat, let out a huff, and then turned around. Flavia didn’t even notice Rachel; she was too busy whimpering into her hand, lost in the sensations I was giving her. My little disciple turned her back to me and slid her lower garments down. She flaunted her ass, presenting it to me until I reached out. I sank my fingers into the soft, yielding curves of her buttocks, kneading the flesh. I tried to savor the weight of them, but she playfully swatted my hand away.
She backed up, pressing her heat against me. She reached between her legs, took hold of my c**k, and adjusted the head. Then, Rachel slowly lowered her hips. My shaft was swallowed by the velvet warmth of her. I sank deep into that tight, wet heat.
”I haven’t been able to give you much attention lately. You were lonely, weren’t you?” Klock asked.
”Not at all. Not in the slightest. Not even a little bit,” Rachel insisted.
Even with my c**k filling her up, Rachel kept up the prickly act.
”You’re sleeping here tonight. Bring your things over later. Got it?” Klock said.
”Fine,” Rachel whispered.
With her schedule booked, her attitude finally softened a fraction. She reminded me of a yapping puppy-almost cute. I wrapped my arms around her from behind, and she silently placed her hands over mine. From the reverse cowgirl position, it was the woman’s turn to do the work. Rachel began to grind her hips, and I leaned back to enjoy the service. While I let the girl in front of me take charge, I resumed my teasing of the Forestkin princess at my side.
”Fuh… ngh, ah, ahhh…!”
The princess leaked a sweet, broken cry at the flick of a finger. The tightness of a virgin had long since vanished, replaced by a soft, clinging heat that sucked at my touch. She reeked of a female in heat, her once-innocent eyes now clouded with raw lust. I pulled the kneeling Flavia close and took her breast into my mouth. With her high-pitched, ticklish moans in my ear, I grabbed the ass that hadn’t yet been claimed today. I gouged into her with my fingers, savoring the Forestkin’s exotic body.
Look at me. Rachel seemed to be screaming it with her body, her hips moving with sudden, desperate passion. She ground her heavy ass against me with a lewd, rhythmic heat. She was making sure I knew exactly whose body I was inside, and my c**k throbbed in response.
On one side, the devoted grinding of a human girl; on the other, the noble, corrupted depths of a Forestkin princess. I let myself drown in it. Listening to their ragged breathing, Flavia was the first to break.
”M-Master…!”
The Forestkin princess, who had been thrusting her hips forward to offer herself, collapsed against me. A massive orgasm seemed to wash over her, and she clung to me, her entire body seized by powerful, rhythmic tremors.
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Summary:
Klock navigates a treacherous political trap set by the Barreith Army, opting to use them as decoys for the Demon Lord’s forces. He then retreats to his tent for a high-tension encounter with his disciple Rachel and the captive Forestkin princess, Flavia.
While camping on the Diva Plains, Klock receives a suspicious offer of help from the Barreith Army. He decides to use them as a decoy for the Demon Lord’s Army by faking his location. After the military planning, he retreats to his tent for an explicit session with his disciple Rachel and the Forestkin princess Flavia.
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Trivia:
- The Barreith Army is pretending to be allies but Klock knows they are political rivals.
- Ada is acting as a double agent to feed false information to the enemy.
- The Brest Mountains are being used as a tactical hiding spot to let the decoys pass.
- Flavia is a high-ranking princess, not just a random captive.
- Rachel’s hostility is a mask for her desire for Klock’s attention
- The Barreith Army is technically an ‘ally’ but Klock treats them as a major threat.
- Ada is acting as a double agent, maintaining contact with the enemy.
- The Demon Lord’s Army likely has the Nichirin Road blockaded.
- Flavia is a Forestkin princess, a high-ranking captive/vassal.
- The location is specifically the western side of Diva Plains
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Character Insight:
Klock demonstrates his ‘hard-boiled’ pragmatism by sacrificing a potential ally (Barreith) to ensure his own unit’s survival. Rachel’s ‘tsundere’ persona is explored, showing that her verbal abuse is her primary way of expressing jealousy and connection.
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Behind the Scenes:
The author uses the contrast between cold military strategy and hot intimate scenes to establish Klock as a ‘conqueror’ figure.
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TL Notes:
Notes:
• Dayrid – The city the Demonkin army is planning to attack next, intending to strangle Dayrid from land and sea. This confirms the Demonkin’s immediate military objective for Klock.
• Orrid – Southern pleasure town near Conro, known for its chaos and vice. Serves as Brigante’s next destination and Count Grasso’s sphere of influence. Rumored den of spies and mercenaries.
• Ludovico – He appears as Barreith administrator; confronts Klock and Cianie, demands Hero assist in town defense
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Ada – Female. Ada the Wild Wind. An A-rank adventurer. Her appearance is striking, with black hair mixed with fiery red, multiple earrings, and an axe spear as tall as she is. She is incredibly strong and fast, with a Unique Skill called the ‘Blessing of the Wind’ that enhances her speed and agility. Ada is ruthless in combat but shows a surprising willingness to negotiate. She is highly respected in adventurer circles and feared by criminals. Her relationship with Klock is adversarial, as he stole from her and escaped using trickery.
• Flavia – Younger Forestkin princess (132). Gentle yet resolute. Sent by Queen Isabella as marriage pledge to Klock, the Chain Binder, symbolizing the Void’s loyalty to the Goddess Teekua.
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