Volume 4 Chapter 7 Dance of the Crimson Lotus
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
I departed from the town of Grimm, and we stepped into the depths of the Magic Forest.1
As we went deeper into this forest, the laws of the world became more twisted.
For general adventurers, just stepping into this area would be enough to be overwhelmed by the overly dense Magic elements and driven insane.
The branches of the conifers covering the sky were intertwined like the arms of ghosts with expressions of agony, blocking even the slight sunlight.
On the ground, perennial root snow formed layers, and its whiteness possessed no innocence at all, taking on a somehow ominous, bone-like pallor.
The breath I exhaled froze inside my lungs, and the extreme cold air snatched away body heat from the gaps in my equipment. This was a world of death where living things were not permitted to exist.
However, in such a hellish environment, we were proceeding as if we were strolling through an aristocratic garden.
”Phew… it’s boring because the scenery doesn’t change,” I muttered, suppressing a yawn.
I was moving in a state floating several centimeters above the snowy surface.
If I used ‘Fly’, which ignored the laws of gravity, bad footing didn’t matter. Muddy paths or deep snow were no different from paved roads to me.
Beside me, Sylvia advanced.
She was not floating. But her footwork was a line apart from that of a normal person.
She walked as if sliding on top of fresh snow that would bury a person up to their knees, without sinking.
She deployed an extremely thin Mana membrane on the soles of her feet, moving lightly like a water strider walking on water, without crushing even a single snow crystal.
Silence.
Her movement was not even accompanied by the sound of rubbing clothes.
Just her platinum blonde hair swaying in the freezing wind, there was a stillness like a sharpened blade.
The small fry like Goblins that attacked in the shallow layers were like paper scraps in front of her.
But as the depth of the forest increased, the air around us clearly began to change.
The humidity clinging to the skin transformed into sharp killing intent like ice needles.
”…They are coming,” Sylvia noted, her gaze darting into the forest’s darkness.
I also looked in that direction.
Orcs were nothing.
A flock of variants, leaking dense Mana and killing intent from their entire bodies, appeared as if oozing out from the snowy landscape.
”Grrrrr…”
A growl, as if squeezed out from the back of the throat, made the air tremble violently.
It was a pack of Ice Wolves.
They were a different grade from the Dire Wolf that had attacked John and the others before.
Their height exceeded two meters, and from their backs, where strong muscles bulged, countless ice thorns as sharp as knives grew out.
Their eyes emitted a cruel light that harbored intelligence, and from their opened mouths, white cold air was spewing out like a steam engine.
One, two, three… there were about twenty of them.
They deployed without sound like a disciplined army, completely surrounding us.
”Hoh. The monsters around here are quite bloodthirsty. And they aren’t just beasts. They’re forming a coordinated group,” I observed.
As I was observing them nonchalantly, one on the right front hit the ground with its forepaw for intimidation.
Just with that, the ground froze, and gravel of ice scattered like a shotgun blast.
If this were a normal adventurer party, it would be a guaranteed annihilation at the moment this encirclement was completed.
But Sylvia, who was walking next to me, stepped forward without changing her expression at all.
”Spirit King-sama, I pray you shall step back,” Sylvia requested.
That voice was colder than the cold air of the forest, and filled with absolute confidence.
”They are lower-class creatures who are unworthy of even entering the field of vision of my master. I shall purge these kinds of beasts with my own hands,” she stated.
Sylvia placed her right hand on the cleavage of her voluptuous chest and took a small, but deep, breath.
In an instant, the world centered on her changed drastically.
Boom!!
A heavy bass sound echoed as if the atmosphere had screamed, and Mana that one could even feel the sound pressure of erupted from her body.
I could feel on my skin that the (Magic Stone) dwelling in her heart was pulsating, forcibly circulating vast amounts of Mana to her entire body’s blood vessels, nerves, and muscles like a pump.
The excess Mana that leaked from her body surface shimmered like deep crimson heat haze, instantly evaporating the surrounding snow.
So this is ‘Spirit Shroud’.
Compared to the seductive woman who was stripped naked at the inn and crying beneath me, the dimension as a living being was different.
The current her was a disaster in human form itself.
”Shaaa!”
Perhaps they couldn’t endure the overwhelming pressure Sylvia released, or perhaps they painted over the fear of death with aggression.
The huge wolf that seemed to be the leader at the head jumped with explosive acceleration.
Fast.
It wasn’t just a wild animal. That charge, accelerated by Mana, was at the speed of a bullet.
If it were normal adventurers, their throats would have been bitten open before they had time to let out a “ha.”
The huge jaw opened, and ice fangs that would crush anything approached Sylvia’s slender neck.
But, Sylvia did not waver.
She didn’t even draw her sword, didn’t even take a defensive stance, just stood there while relaxed.
Her figure, which looked as if she had accepted death—but, I could see it. The springs of her entire body were compressed to the limit.
The instant when it felt like an eternity, right before the fangs touched her skin.
Bagii!!
A dry, yet heavy, crushing sound echoed in the forest.
Just when I thought Sylvia’s figure blurred, the huge wolf that should have been jumping at her was blown straight to the side, ignoring the laws of physics.
The giant body, blown away while rotating, broke through several trees as it was and finally stopped after colliding with a large boulder.
Its skull was crushed and unrecognizable, its eyeballs popped out, and it died instantly while scattering brain matter.
”Slow,” Sylvia muttered in a cold voice.
It was a backfist.
The backfist, unleashed with speed that couldn’t be visually recognized, crushed the skull along with the monster’s charging energy.
At the moment of the fist’s impact, it seemed she was letting Mana explode to penetrate the shock inside.
It wasn’t just brute strength, but a blow backed by high-level technique.
The leader’s death.
However, it wasn’t a weak pack that would shrink from that.
Enraged by the death of their comrades, or perhaps to shake off their fear, the remaining nineteen attacked all at once.
Front, back, left, right, and even three-dimensional simultaneous attacks from overhead.
There was no escape. There were no blind spots.
A wall of white killing intent pushing in like an avalanche.
”Hmph,” Sylvia exhaled, and her figure vanished.
Zdooooon!
Snow smoke danced up, and the ground caved in like a crater as if it had exploded.
This was where Sylvia had stepped.
The next moment, she was leaping high into the air, not in the middle of the encirclement.
A jump that seemed to ignore gravity.
She twisted her body in mid-air, and a roundhouse kick carrying centrifugal force and Mana reinforcement caught the flank of a wolf that had been jumping at her.
Dogoo!
A dull sound echoed, and the body of the kicked wolf was bent into a “ku” shape.
However, the attack didn’t end there.
That wolf’s corpse, which had become a cannonball, collided with the ground while enveloping three behind it, and rained down a shower of flesh and ice blocks.
Upon landing, five wolves rushed at Sylvia.
Sharp claws and fangs approached to tear her limbs apart.
Sylvia’s hand reached for the longsword at her waist.
A sword draw that even left the sound of the scabbard opening behind.
Her crimson Mana coiled around the blade as a torrent.
That was not mere reinforcement Magic. It looked like a blade carrying ultra-high heat like plasma, compressing fire-attribute Mana.
”—Disappear,” Sylvia commanded.
Sylvia flashed her sword.
The sword pressure she wielded mixed with Mana and swept away the pack as a fan-shaped red flash.
A blow that looked as if it were burning through space itself.
Zubaaaann!
The five wolves on the trajectory of the slash were bisected vertically before they could even let out a scream.
No blood spray rose.
The ultra-high-heat sword flash burned and sealed the wounds at the same time as cutting them.
The cut surfaces glowed red, and the unpleasant smell of charred flesh and burnt fur drifted about.
Only the sound of the upper and lower halves collapsing in different directions echoed eerily.
”Gru… kyan!?”
The remaining wolves stopped their feet due to instinctive fear.
What was in front of them was not prey. It wasn’t even a predator.
It was a mechanism for harvesting lives.
Several turned back, trying to escape.
But, Sylvia would not let them escape.
Her eyes were cold as a freezing glacier.
”I shall not let you escape. Atonement for the sin of dirtying the presence of the Spirit King-sama with your death,” she declared.
Sylvia, wearing an aura shimmering in crimson, sped off leaving afterimages.
It was a one-sided trampling, a massacre.
There was no need to even swing her sword anymore.
She closed the distance instantly from behind the escaping wolves and shattered their breastbones with a back-elbow while passing by.
The wolves whose hearts were destroyed collapsed without a sound.
She knocked away an ice breath unleashed while turning back as if brushing it aside with her bare hand, and crushed its jaw with a knee kick while maintaining that momentum.
Broken fangs pierced its brain, and the giant body convulsed.
The longsword was used only to deal the finishing blow certainly.
She pierced the vital points with mechanical precision and extinguished the lamps of life.
Without even the mercy of letting them suffer, she just processed them quickly, as a task.
Overwhelming violence.
Superhuman strength, wondering where in her slender elf body such power existed, and movement of godlike speed that was too fast for the eye to catch.
A fusion of martial arts that reinforced physical ability to the limit with Mana and master-level swordsmanship.
Like dancing, like fluttering.
The grim reaper wearing the flames of the Crimson Lotus was staining the snowfield with fresh blood and ash.
”Hmm, I see,” I said, crossing my arms and watching the scene.
My Magic was abnormally powerful, but my body itself, although reinforced with Magic, was just a human’s base.
But Sylvia was different.
In addition to the racial characteristics of an Elf, combat sense polished by many years of training and actual combat. And the potential raised by Mana.
She herself was a living weapon itself.
Is this the true ability of the Silver-rank adventurer, Sylvia of the Crimson Lotus?
In less than a few minutes, silence returned.
Only the corpses of monsters that had turned into lumps of meat were rolling around, and the snowfield was dirtied black and red, steaming.
Only one person was standing.
Sylvia, who hadn’t even been splattered with return blood, swung her sword once to shake off the blood, and she sheathed it with a cool clinking sound.
As she exhaled deeply, the crimson Mana she was wearing dissipated.
The killing intent vanished, and the tense air relaxed.
Sylvia, who had returned to the usual lovely beauty, came back to me at a trot.
Her steps on the snow were light, and one couldn’t believe she was the same person as the avatar of destruction until just now.
”I have kept you waiting, Spirit King-sama! Are you hurt, indeed?” Sylvia asked.
The look on her face like a shura from earlier was a lie, and she was looking up at me with flushed cheeks.
Her eyes were moist and full of expectation.
If she had a tail, she would definitely be wagging it until it broke.
It was a picture of a loyal dog that had done a perfect job, seeking a reward from its owner.
”Ah, that was brilliant. To annihilate that many without a scratch. And that last sword strike. Was it spirit power? The slash carrying it wasn’t bad either. I’m convinced why you’re called Silver-rank,” I praised her.
When I spoke words of praise honestly, Sylvia’s expression brightened up.
Even though it was a land of extreme cold, I could tell that heat was overflowing from her entire body.
”Ahnn, I am so happy, indeed… To be praised by Spirit King-sama… I am glad I have lived, indeed!” Sylvia exclaimed.
When I petted her head to comfort her, Sylvia collapsed as if her strings had been cut, and she clung to my waist with an ecstatic expression.
Is the exhilaration of battle still remaining? Or did the act of slaughter flip some other switch in her?
Her breathing was rough, and hot breaths hung on my crotch.
She rubbed her cheeks against my thighs, and her hands were reaching for my belt as if crawling.
”Ha, ha… Spirit King-sama. I, I did my best, did I not? I broke the bad children, a lot, a lot? So… as a reward… shall you, do it here, indeed?” she asked.
Her eyes were turbid and dreamy, and the bridle of reason was about to come off.
If you look around, it is a mountain of corpses.
Remains of wolves with entrails spilled out, heads flying, and burnt.
In the center of such a miserable snowfield, a beautiful elf in heat was courting me.
It was a surreal sight that could be called crazy, but Sylvia’s body, which hadn’t cooled down from the excitement, was hot enough to be understood even over her coat, and it was emitting the sweet scent of a female.
At that gap, my lower body also throbbed and raised a voice.
The extraordinary space called the battlefield was a spice that accelerated sexual impulse.
”…You’re a helpless one. Fine. In the Magic Forest, doing it while surrounded by corpses isn’t bad. It’s immoral and exciting,” I conceded.
The moment I spoke the words of consent, Sylvia’s face distorted in pleasure.
”Yes! Thank you, indeed! Because I shall not be satisfied unless you give me a lot of Spirit King-sama’s seed, indeed! Like those monsters from earlier, please pierce me too, with Spirit King-sama’s spear…!” Sylvia cried out.
We spread a thick coat on the snow, and we decided to start a pre-meal meal before proceeding to the depths of the forest while being watched by the corpses of the monsters.
A feast outdoors, where white snow, red blood, and skin color intertwined, opened its curtain.
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Summary:
The protagonist and Sylvia venture deeper into the hostile Magic Forest, where the laws of nature are warped. They are ambushed by a pack of powerful Ice Wolves, which Sylvia systematically annihilates with terrifying, high-speed combat prowess. Following the massacre, the pair indulge in a perverse romantic encounter amidst the gore of the snowfield. The chapter ends as they prepare to share a moment of intimacy before pushing further into the wilderness.
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Trivia:
The Magic Forest’s environment is inherently damaging to the mental state of average adventurers.
Sylvia’s combat style integrates high-level physical martial arts with Mana-enhanced weaponry.
The protagonist, possesses power that is technically “abnormal” even compared to his combat-hardened companion.
The couple’s intimacy is directly fueled by the adrenaline and desensitization caused by the preceding battlefield conditions.
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Translation Notes:
Notes:
• Grimm – Grimm, the Mansion’s master and protagonist, is a powerful sorcerer wielding divine magic who speaks all languages and braves the dangerous Forest of Magic. He shares his name with a nearby, large, walled city under his influence—a bustling, diverse settlement with a vibrant marketplace that also suffers from a legalized slave trade and severe lack of sanitation.
• Sylvia – Sylvia is a beautiful, voluptuous elf with hidden pointed ears and platinum hair. A formidable Silver-rank adventurer known as “Crimson Lotus,” she is a loyal warrior and subordinate to the Spirit King, trained in the Spirit Shroud. Wielding a longsword and bow in a hooded green coat, she is straightforward yet loyal, tutoring John, working with Nier, and traveling as a servant to Ryu.
• Man – A roughneck wearing a hat who participated in a group assault. He suffers the loss of his right arm and later his left arm during an experiment by the protagonist before being stored.
• Goblin – Goblins are hostile creatures inhabiting the village, armed with primitive weapons such as sticks, axes, and spears. They can be male, female, and include Hobgoblins. Some are pregnant, as seen in the hut.
• Orcs – Large monsters possessing massive bodies that brandish logs like clubs and attack targets in the Magic Forest.
• John – A 20-year-old blond Copper-rank vanguard mercenary with a gruff, arrogant, yet mischievous demeanor. Clad in chainmail and a helm, he wields a two-handed sword and shield, honed by training in the Magic Forest. Raised with Allen and Reina, he now serves as Ryuichi’s companion, skilled carriage driver, and combat slave. He manages routes for Mila, protects his partners, and minds rescued children.
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