Volume 10 Chapter 31 The Fairy Queen
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”It’s a relief Conro’s safe. If the Beast Demon Tribe had taken the city, the Federation would’ve been done for. From the look of the streets, they haven’t even clashed yet—so we can breathe for now.”
”Yeah… never thought I’d set foot in this estate again.”
Night had fallen deep.
Inside the pitch-dark estate, he lit a few magic-stone lamps, their orange glow spreading across the hall. He let out a slow sigh.
”You didn’t plan on coming back, did you?”
”Nah… not exactly.”
She moved around the room, lighting each magic-stone candlestick one by one. He sat, watching her from behind, speaking half to himself.
Klock had returned to the Valture estate. Finally back where he could relax, the tightness in his chest began to ease. As he exhaled and closed his eyes, a faint growl echoed in his head. His eyes snapped open.
The fortress battle—only one day of fighting.
He still couldn’t believe he’d made it out alive. Thinking back to that monster army, he realized how reckless they’d been.
”…Sir Klock.”
Suzette came close. When he turned to her voice, she pressed her lips against his. A soft kiss, warm and steady. Her arms slid around him, and he held her close.
”Ms. Meina and Lady Primlena told me. The last battle was terrible, wasn’t it?”
”Yeah. Guess I took war too lightly. Lucky it ended fast. If it had dragged on, we’d have been screwed.”
”Why didn’t you let me stay by your side?”
”That’s—”
He stopped himself. He’d already explained why before. But she wasn’t asking for reasons. She wanted to be near him.
”…Sorry.”
”It’s easier for the one who leaves first. Those left behind carry the weight that’s left.”
”…”
”I’m not saying your decision was wrong, Sir Klock. But just like in Beast Country, I was away when it mattered most. I wish, sometimes, you’d think about how that feels.”
”My bad.”
This was a real scolding.
Not about plans or logic—just feelings. If their roles were reversed, he knew he’d be going mad, worrying about her.
The closer the danger, the more she wanted to be there.
That was Suzette’s way.
She wasn’t the kind of woman to let her lover fight while she sat safe and waiting.
If he died, she’d die with him. If he didn’t want that, then he’d better fight hard enough to protect her.
That was the deal.
”By the way,” he said, “was there even a point to sending you and Fit to Conro?”
”Apparently, A-rank adventurer Ada had already told the Count that you were connected to the Hero. After our report, the army was dispatched—it might’ve been the final push.”
”So they wanted me as an ally?”
”Hard to say. Maybe they just didn’t want you as an enemy. As for Lady Rosalie or the princess, they showed little interest.”
”Yeah, he never mentioned them when I met him.”
To use a foreign princess, first you needed to turn the war around. Maybe she didn’t matter right now.
”If that army’s really gone, that’s a blessing.”
”No… they withdrew without fighting.”
”…Withdrew?”
”Yes. The Demon Lord’s Army faced us head-on, then retreated without a single battle.”
”You’re kidding me.”
Marching all that way just to pull back—what was the point?
”No chase?”
”None. Maybe they thought it was a trap.”
Strange.
To move an army, then run without fighting—no wonder the humans didn’t pursue.
The Count must’ve started a new plan quickly because his soldiers were untouched.
”Can’t figure out what the enemy’s thinking. Maybe something unexpected happened. Anyway, if it worked out, fine. At least the Counts know I’m linked to the Hero now.”
”Indeed. The Federation no longer truly exists, but more than half its lands have fallen. Unlike KreisBaron, their Counts and governors must be feeling the pressure.”
”If Orrid or Conro falls, the Federation’s finished.
No wonder they’re nervous. KreisBaron’s the crazy one—still holding back troops at this point.”
”So they want results from me—military ones. And now that they know my woman’s the Hero, it’s better to act openly, right?”
”Perhaps. But it’s too soon to trust them.”
”…You’ve noticed something off?”
”No. That’s the problem. We need to probe a little—just to be sure.”
”Yeah. Makes sense.”
* * *
Their lips met again. He turned her gently, pressing her against him as they lost themselves for a while. Later, holding her close, he looked out the window, letting the silence settle like mist.
”Any plans ahead?” she whispered.
He smiled, brushing her hair aside and kissing her forehead. “Not much time to stay in Conro. I’ll do what I can while I’m here.”
There was no rest ahead.
Reports to Kreis. Talks with the Beast Demon Tribe. An audience with both queens.
Then a meeting with Ada’s troop—battle plans, marching routes, maybe some quiet digging for information.
”Negotiating with the Beast Demon Tribe and meeting the Fairy Queen will be the big events.”
”Yeah. As for the Beast Demon Tribe, Rugandia said they’re hiding in the western Great Wolf Forest. Four days even at best speed. No way we’ll make it normally. I’ll ask Flavia to open a path through the Void.”
”Then… you’ll go with her? The Void allows only the chosen, doesn’t it?”
”Yeah. If needed, Kispe will come out. Doesn’t matter where we start—if it’s from the Crimson Spire to the wasteland, the path’s the same.”
Strictly speaking, it didn’t matter where Klock stood.
Because the contract bound them together.
If Klock entered the Void, Kispe could appear there from the Crimson Spire.
Even so, it would only be the three of them. A risk, sure—but probably fine.
No sane leader would harm a peace envoy. And even if tempers flared, Kispe was there. One look at Princess Asura’s face could freeze the hottest rage solid.
While Klock negotiated a ceasefire with Nobdovef, Kispe would work quietly beneath the surface, trying to sway Ninfa.
If the truce went well, one headache gone—and the war might ease up a little.
”The Great Wolf Forest worries me,” Suzette murmured.
”You know something?”
”Sir Klock, haven’t you heard? They say wolves there are bigger than men.”
The Great Wolf Forest was famous for that—for wolves the size of horses roaming under its canopy.
But whether they were a real threat, no one knew. Travelers preferred the Nichirin Road or the Sacred Wall Pass instead. No one went through the forest.
Which meant—no one really knew what lived there.
”Could be monsters,” Suzette said softly, “or maybe phantasmal beasts.”
”Possible. If so, the Beast Demon Tribe might control those monsters… or work with the beasts themselves.”
If that were true, marching west later to attack the forest would be suicide.
Human troops lacked training; facing battle-hardened beastkin on their own ground would be a slaughter.
Give the enemy home advantage, and victory would vanish.
”What’s tomorrow’s plan?” she asked.
”First, I’ll report to Kreis,” he said. “Then the Void. The other queen’s our ally, so she comes first. After that, talks with the Beast Demon Tribe. I’ll also meet Ada’s troop—sort out formation and battle plans. Oh, right…”
He snapped his fingers, remembering. Her curious eyes lifted toward him. He leaned in and kissed her briefly.
”Sorry, but can you find me some time to hit the market? Look for a grimoire or any magic textbook. I need a strong fire spell circle.”
”A strong fire…? For what?”
”Got an idea. Haven’t tested it yet, but if it works, it might change the whole damn war.”
”Change the war?” she repeated, blinking.
He grinned. Maybe it sounded arrogant—but exaggeration felt good when you were fired up.
”Strong spells depend on power output,” she said. “No matter the magic, it’s about how much energy the caster puts in.”
”Yeah, sure, but for magic circles, the size’s set in the script, right? Otherwise the parchment burns out. I need a large-caliber or pure-attack fire circle—with no output limit. I’ll run it using magic stones.”
”That’s a waste of fire stones. Arrows cost ten times less. If this is for war, think again. Your budget will vanish fast.”
Magic stones—minerals that absorbed energy over time.
Each had a nature—fire, water, wind.
Once fixed, that nature couldn’t change.
Like dyed water—you couldn’t turn red back to blue.
Fire stones couldn’t power ice spells, and their charge wasn’t huge anyway.
They were pricey, better suited for lamps or hearths than warfare.
”Please,” he said. “I’ll handle the money somehow.”
She sighed. “Fine. But I warned you.”
He grinned at her reluctant nod, skipping explanations.
When she agreed, he leaned in again, kissing her once, twice—again and again until she swatted his head with a sharp chop.
* * *
”So, you’re under his command now,” Kreis said.
”Apologies-ssu,” the young man answered, bowing.
”No need. You handled their questions well. Sent to the front and came back alive—seems luck favors you.”
Morning light filled Kreis’s estate.
As planned, Klock came alone, not as a guest but an ally. He was led straight into the office where they met after a long time apart.
”Rosalie didn’t get in your way, I hope?” Kreis asked.
”No, she followed orders well. But… why send her to the front at all?”
”I tried to stop her, but she insisted. So I let her do as she wished.”
”She’s valuable, isn’t she?”
Apparently, Rosalie had volunteered to serve.
A Viscount’s daughter—useful for gaining Basselow’s loyalty.
Letting her take risks… either bold or careless.
”By the way,” Kreis said, “have you heard the city rumors?”
”Rumors?”
Klock shook his head. He’d only returned last night. No time to hear gossip from the streets.
”They say Valture’s soldiers won a great victory. That the Borges family finally sent their hero to the battlefield—and he crushed the Demon Lord’s Army.”
Someone had leaked the story early.
Information sold well these days.
A reporter probably bought it and spread it fast.
With the Federation cornered, any tale of victory was gold.
”Damn noisy reporters,” Klock muttered. “Hero, huh? Bit much.”
Kreis chuckled. “I never deployed troops myself—everyone knows that. So the nobles must’ve spread it. When the Borges family finally acted and won after so many losses, the people changed their tune. Now they think we were hiding a hero all along.”
If that rumor spread, it wouldn’t take long before word of the Hero—and Klock himself—reached others.
And if spies hid within Conro, that talk might even reach the Majin.
If Bandanzine, their general, heard… who knew what he’d do.
”Our next operation is Delid, right?” Klock asked.
”Yes. I’ll march with the Count’s vanguard.”
”Then I’ll expand our forces before you return.”
Klock frowned slightly.
”You’ve done more than I imagined,” Kreis said. “You’ve earned it. I’ll recruit new soldiers—we’ll need them for what’s coming.”
”Really? Thank you—ssu,” he said, relief hidden behind a small grin.
Inside, he did a quiet fist pump. Kreis had seemed like a pain, but maybe he was a good man after all. Three hundred soldiers were better than nothing, but still not enough. If Kreis would raise more troops, all the better. He was glad he had not run from the fortress.
***
Just after noon, the next big event began: a trip into the Void. Flavia stayed close at his side. She lowered her head like a servant, though her looks were far from human beauty.
”Before we go, set the plan,” Klock said. “I heard the Fairies want better ties with the Hero.”
”Indeed,” Flavia answered. “The Fairies had a rift with the Goddess in the past. If we do nothing, people might suspect them. My guess is they hope to clear things with Goddess Teekua through the Hero.”
”I see.”
A rift with a Goddess. He might once have found that hard to follow, but after what Kispe had told him, it made more sense. Kispe’s stories had changed how he saw many things.
’Master. The enemy is a queen. Do not show weak spots. If you push badly, the talk will break down,’ Kispe had said in that voice, cheerful and kind like a bird’s song.
Today Kispe was an adviser. Klock had asked her to help because entering the Void could cause problems. She could guide them without being seen. Kispe agreed willingly.
’Watch and learn more than act,’ Kispe had said through him. ‘Their real aim must be found. Fairies are natural tricksters—especially when you call them Queen.’
’A queen and a trickster?’
’Yes. Because she is Queen. She steps on others to keep power. She is a typical ruler who crushes people.’
Hearing Kispe and Flavia one after the other made him a little dizzy. He was not used to this kind of mind-speech. Living a life far from magic, he still felt pulled by the norms of people who breathed magic every day.
”All right,” he decided. “I want friendly ties if we can. But today we watch. We will not forgive or accuse yet. No pushing about the assassination either. We see how they act and decide later.”
”As you wish,” Kispe said. “I probably cannot attend the audience. I will pray for your luck, Master.”
If Kispe would not go to the audience, the woman before them must be dangerous. Better to be careful, not to bow so low the other side thought victory was near, and not to be too arrogant either. For now, watch. No fatal mistakes.
***
”Here he comes, here he comes—the monster’s father is here!” someone sang.
Flavia led them into the Void. The path behind Conro’s houses was a mountain walk wrapped in trees. As they walked, the air changed suddenly, becoming bright and merry like a festival—and Klock knew they had stepped into another world.
”Did you hear that?” he asked.
”Probably Ella,” Flavia answered.
Their words came almost as soon as they entered the Void. It felt like recognition itself noticed them at once. Had the place sensed Klock? Or had it noticed Flavia first?
”Is that the Fairies? This Void feels different—sort of strange,” Klock muttered.
”That is because the Fairies are here. Where Fairies are, their world is the world,” Flavia said.
A strange feeling rose in his chest. The trees and light looked like the last time he had been here, unchanged. And still, a soft unease worked at him, a small itch under the skin.
They pushed through the wood and soon reached a town. Young men with long ears walked the streets. A woman dried grass by a house. A man arranged swords outside a shop. Beautiful young men and women of every age moved through the town as if nothing else existed.
It felt odd because everyone was so beautiful. To them, being pretty was nothing special. To Klock, his face was unfamiliar. The town’s eyes cut to him like rain.
”Lady Flavia,” someone called.
”Where is the Queen?” Flavia asked.
”She waits in the reception room,” the soldier answered.
They cut through a storm of stares and stood before a gate like a small sanctum. A bow-wielding guard glanced at Klock and then spoke with Flavia.
”The Queen already waits in the reception room.”
”Already? How so?” Klock asked.
”Perhaps she sensed your coming,” the guard said.
Recognition the moment they entered. Klock could not tell whether it was his presence or Flavia’s that drew the notice.
”Heeey—monster—” someone teased.
Flavia kept walking, and the curious Forestkin eyes followed until they reached a small guest room rather than a throne hall. In a Forestkin home, decorations were different. Stones that looked like magic floated by the windows and lit the room. Strange vases held pale glowing branches. Blue-green butterflies flitted around the leaves like pets.
”Ella. Sisi. Back,” a voice ordered.
The girl called opened a second face at her neck—no, two faces. Two girls sharing one body, each face smiling as they floated before the window on small, clear wings.
Heh heh heh.
They were strange children—this was Fairies, Klock thought. The two faces called their names, then the floating pair drifted away.
”Those girls were rude. Chain Binder, come closer,” a woman said.
”…Hello,” Klock replied.
Four seats stood in the reception room. Two women already sat there. One wore a crown that looked like a hairpin and an eyepatch that covered half her face. Klock found his gaze drawn to the woman whose face the eyepatch hid.
”Welcome back since the other day. Thank you for coming, Chain Binder. Please sit,” said the woman beside the unknown queen.
Isabella sat next to a stranger and smiled, but Klock could not smile back. He had come to see both queens, and his face had gone tight with wariness.
”This is the Fairies Queen, Palze. We thank you for coming on short notice,” the masked queen said.
”…Uh—ssu,” he answered.
So it was true. Nearby, he had guessed something like this. In her dress she had dignity, but her look was odd. Unlike the children, she had no wings. Her chest and height were unusually large.
This was the Fairies Queen.
Klock thought the children might have talked nonsense to Avery, but those kids had just been little troublemakers. If so, maybe this queen was the real danger.
”Don’t get all worked up. Your vagina will ache,” Queen Palze said softly.
Palze turned her face toward Klock and licked her lips.
Even with one eye hidden behind the patch, the gaze that reached him was sharp—like a predator locking on prey.
’Be careful, Master,’ Kispe’s voice whispered inside his head. ‘Queen Palze of the Fairies is a temptress who can absorb a soul and birth it anew as her own child. Do not let her touch you.’
A chill raced up his back. This was worse than the Succubus—something far colder crawled over his skin.
”We’ve heard your story,” Palze said smoothly. “You took in Primjune’s sister and were nearly assassinated.”
”How lucky. I wish you’d take in one of our daughters too,” she added, smiling faintly.
Isabella spoke with calm sympathy, but Palze’s words dripped with poison. She leaned her chin on one hand, eyes half-lidded, staring at Klock through her lashes. Even though her left eye was hidden, he could feel that gaze sliding over his heart like a tongue.
No—this wasn’t curiosity. It was hostility.
He had misjudged her. This wasn’t a talk anymore. This was a hunt.
”Our Primlena was almost killed,” he said, voice hard. “The Forestkin are on the suspect list—”
”Then it must have been the Succubi’s scheme. We knew nothing of it,” Palze interrupted.
”That’s not what the salvage from my Unique Skill showed—”
”I said, we don’t know.”
She cut him off with a bored tone, dismissing his words like dust. Her grin widened as she leaned closer, eyes glittering behind the patch.
Klock’s jaw tightened, but he forced his face to stay calm.
”Forget that,” Palze said sweetly. “Why not take a daughter from us? You already took Flavia from the Forestkin, didn’t you?”
”That’s not what this is about,” he muttered. “And I don’t need any more women.”
”Don’t refuse so quickly. You can have as many as you like—choose one, or several. If you wish, even this Palze herself is yours.”
”…No, thanks.”
Palze’s grin stretched, sharp and slow. Even Klock, master of deadpan, flinched slightly.
She pressed harder, trying to shove a daughter—or herself—onto him.
But the more she smiled, the colder he felt. Her eyes never left him—like a snake watching a frog, or a lion watching a deer.
He shouldn’t have come here.
This woman wasn’t a partner for talks. She was the kind who only played when the game was rigged in her favor—and Klock had no idea what game she was playing. Without knowing that, he couldn’t win.
If she had targeted Primlena, that already proved she was dangerous.
Unlike Isabella, this queen was offering daughters for something darker.
Damn it. What now?
Accepting was suicide. Refusing might invite worse—another “accident,” another quiet threat.
Maybe the assassination had been bait all along—to draw his attention, to lure him here.
And once he was in her web, the real strike would follow.
”Well,” said a bright, lilting voice, “since she’s being so generous, we’ll take a daughter, then. Don’t mind if we do♡”
The voice didn’t come from inside his mind this time. It came from right beside him—warm, familiar, and now oddly comforting.
”Kispe Shisa…!”
Palze shot up from her seat, towering tall—easily over two meters. The sight of the small Kispe, barely half her height, seemed to stun her.
”You came out?” Klock whispered.
”Of course,” Kispe said lightly. “I couldn’t just let someone insult my Master without keeping watch. That’s a familiar’s job.”
”Familiar…?” Palze repeated, stiffly.
Kispe looked between the two queens, her expression mild but her eyes sharp. Isabella, though clearly aware that the Void had been breached, stayed silent, only observing. Palze’s calm, however, cracked.
Three queens of different races faced each other now.
Klock could barely follow what was happening.
”You said we could take a daughter,” Kispe said sweetly. “Then give us Kupira—no, Kupira.”
”What?”
”Anyone will do, right? Then she’ll do nicely.”
Kispe stood close to Klock, smiling that usual wicked smile.
He had no idea who Kyupiria was, but Palze clearly did—her composure faltered.
’Hey,’ Klock called in his head. ‘What kind of plan is this? You sure it’s safe?’
’Do not worry, Master,’ came the smooth mental reply. ‘Leave it to me. I promise it will not turn bad.’
Her calm voice only deepened his awe. Kispe truly was dangerous—in a way even Palze hadn’t expected.
”You plan to bind her by contract, don’t you?” Palze hissed.
”Yes,” Kispe said brightly. “Once we receive the daughter, we’ll do as we like. I’ll make sure she never manipulates my Master. I’ll train her thoroughly—until her body and soul remember who she belongs to♡”
”…”
The word manipulate hung in the air like poison. Maybe it wasn’t literal, but it made clear the Fairies used twisted means—and Kispe had just flipped it on them.
”What’s wrong?” she asked softly. “You made the offer. Surely you won’t take it back now?”
”…No,” Palze ground out.
”Good. Then the deal stands. Congratulations, Queen Palze. From among your sinners, one will now serve as an offering to the Chosen Ones.”
Somehow, the balance had shifted.
Palze’s jaw clenched, the smirk gone.
Whatever she’d been plotting had backfired, and Klock didn’t yet understand how. Isabella simply watched, face unreadable.
”What sin are you talking about?” Klock asked.
”The Purefire,” Kispe said. “Haven’t you heard, Master? The monster they call the Abyss Beast.”
”I’ve heard of it.”
”The Purefire was born when a seed of the World Tree fell into the Abyss and mutated. And it was the Fairies who dropped that seed.”
He remembered Viola mentioning that once—the Fairies had tried to turn the Abyss into their own realm. Among the otherworld races, that story was well known.
”Then, Palze,” Kispe continued. “In exchange for your daughter, we agree not to act against each other. As long as both sides live, neither will strike first. Do you accept this pact?”
”…Fine,” Palze said through her teeth.
”Would you like a contract mark?” Kispe asked.
”Not needed.”
Her tone dulled, and she turned away like a sulking child.
Even without knowing the full play, Klock could tell—Palze had lost.
Knowledge was power, and this whole duel of words had been fought with it.
Kispe and Palze had battled on a field Klock couldn’t see—and Kispe had won.
Kispe had stepped in because she’d sensed Klock was losing ground.
In the end, they hardly spoke with Isabella at all, and the meeting wrapped up soon after.
The matter of Primlena’s assassination was brushed aside—but from the tone of things, it seemed to have worked out in their favor.
If Klock had gone alone, it might’ve gone very badly.
Palze was the kind of woman who could smile while pushing a child off a cliff.
For once, Kispe had truly saved him.
They left the Void and came out into the woods behind Conro.
Flavia stayed behind, saying she’d return later.
Beside Klock, the demon strolled cheerfully, smiling as if nothing had happened.
”Was that really fine? I mean, I don’t wanna marry some Fairy,” Klock said, frowning.
Fairies were said to be one of the most alien-looking races among humankind.
Their queen, Palze, hadn’t looked that strange—aside from being absurdly tall.
But Ella and Sisi? Two heads sharing one body. Calling that “a girl” was… generous.
”It’s fine,” Kispe said sweetly. “We said you’d receive one, not marry one. They know the difference.”
”Yeah? Then what are we doing?”
”Why, we’ll make her a familiar, of course. You’ll have your second one soon.”
”You’re serious?”
A familiar contract—it was basically a master–servant bond.
Not as restrictive as a slave pact, and it could even allow telepathic links.
There was no limit to the number of familiars one could have.
So a second wasn’t impossible, though… he’d only just made the first.
”What kind of person is she anyway? I forgot the name, but you seem to know her.”
”Kupira,” Kispe said lightly. “Though these days they call her the witch, Kupira.”
”…A witch?”
That word carried an unpleasant chill.
”White hair, white skin like porcelain. Black sclera, gold irises cursed and gleaming—one golden, one black like the void. Not a Majin, yet she bears red-violet horns like a dragon,” Kispe said with delight.
”In short—an outcast.♡ The most hated of Palze’s daughters. Even the Fairies shun her.”
Klock’s jaw dropped. “That’s clearly a problem! Why the hell would you pick her?”
”Oh, I rather like her. My taste, you see. And if we’re going to have a new familiar, it should be one I like♡”
”Your taste!? Then you make the damn contract!”
He didn’t say it out loud—but he wanted to.
Still, if Kispe took that contract, she’d probably become something even more dangerous.
”Why’s she an outcast anyway? I mean sure, she sounds weird, but Ella and Sisi aren’t exactly normal either.”
”Well,” Kispe began, “there’s a story behind that. Long ago, Palze loved someone. A girl, called a witch.”
Klock blinked. “Wait—another woman?”
”Yes. She loved her deeply. Wanted her child. But being both women, she couldn’t have one. So instead, Palze took interest in the witch’s younger sister—dragged out her soul, conceived it, and birthed it as the witch’s daughter.”
Klock froze. “…What.”
It sounded like a twisted fairy tale, but with none of the sweetness.
Too insane to even comment on.
”Driven by impulse, Palze lost the witch’s love. The witch hated her, so Palze killed her—and abandoned the daughter she had created. That unwanted child became the cursed Fairy, Kupira.”
”That’s insane,” Klock muttered. “There’s no logic in that. No sense, no morality—just madness.”
Every part of the story was deranged.
Kupira was a cursed child—born from obsession, cast aside by the one who made her.
Truly an outcast.
”Well,” Kispe said cheerfully, “we can pick her up someday. But ideally, I’d prefer Ms. Viola as your next familiar.”
”…What?” Klock blinked. “Viola?”
”Yes. You’ll have to fight her eventually, won’t you? I’d rather have her under us afterward. She’s obedient. Convenient.”
”You’re not serious— You wanna contract Viola too?”
Kispe’s mischievous smile widened. She winked up at him, eyes glimmering with mischief.
He stared, speechless.
Why did he have to be the one contracting all her ‘pets’?
”…Anyway, Kispe,” Klock said after a pause, “about that thing Palze does—absorbing souls through… hugs. Would that work on you?”
”No,” Kispe said plainly. “Her power isn’t enough to conceive me. Ms. Primlena or MinMin could be at risk if caught off guard. Suzette likely couldn’t resist at all.”
So there was a kind of clash of magical force.
Which meant Klock himself would be completely helpless.
If he ever got too close to Palze, he’d probably end up reborn as a fetus.
Not frightening—just cold, wrong.
”Well,” Kispe said, “in the end, it was a good deal. Palze didn’t want Kupira anyway. Avoiding conflict with us only benefits her.”
”So a win–win, huh.”
”Exactly.”
”…And that thing you said before—about her trying to ‘control’ me?”
”Oh, that. She meant it. Fairies love taking over other people’s homes, acting like they own everything. Once she sent her daughter, she’d probably have made you drink a seed from the World Tree—to slowly brainwash you.”
”…That’s evil.”
”Quite. Even we Succubi can’t fight the Fairies easily. But now that I’m involved, she’ll stay away. She doesn’t want me as an enemy.”
”You sure?”
”Yes. For now, the assassinations should stop,” Kispe said.
Fairies were terrifying—but once again, he realized just how much more terrifying Kispe was.
She was in a league of her own.
”Disappointed in the Fairies?” she asked, smirking. “In the wastelands, people only know them as cute and tiny, don’t they?”
”Well, Ella and Sisi were tiny, sure,” he muttered, “but more creepy than cute. And Palze—she was huge. Bigger than Celes, that bear Succubus.”
”Her breasts were about the same though,” Kispe teased.
Klock groaned. Fairies were a headache—but Isabella, quietly watching all of it, was just as strange.
They hadn’t exchanged more than a greeting.
And the question of whether Avery was behind Primlena’s attack… was still unanswered.
One thing was clear:
when it came to Fairies—and to Kispe—nothing was ever simple.
Notes:
• Valture – A district within the Conro Federation, administered by Baron Kreis Borges. Outwardly it appears stable and prosperous, but its politics run on favors and hidden bargains, making it a place where strangers like Klock can be measured as assets or prey the moment they arrive.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• 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.
• 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
• Fit – Solo archer adventurer; first appears at Barreith volunteer gathering, introduces herself to Klock and group, joining Brave Knight against Demon Lord’s Army
• 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.
• Rosalie – Daughter of Viscount Albert Fennec, district chief of Basselow. Formerly weak and bedridden under Suzette’s care, she recovered after escaping Basselow’s fall to the Demon Lord’s Army. Now sheltered by House Borges, she stands as the surviving heir to the Fennec title.
• Kreis – Baron of Valture and district chief. A middle-aged noble weighed down with gold chains and jeweled rings, yet it’s his hawk-like eyes and sly smile that mark him as dangerous. He meets Klock at the Borges family’s social gathering, greeting him by name as Maria’s son before Klock can even introduce himself—like a predator that already knows its prey.
• 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.
• 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.
• Rugandia – Human maid from Sand Village appearing before Croce Estate’s fire, assigned by Sylvia’s father as her loyal, diligent servant.
• Ninfa – A figure whom Kispe aims to sway during negotiations, crucial to the success of a potential truce.
• Nobdovef – An elder leader of the beast tribes mentioned as failing to coordinate with Viola’s forces during the Orrid raid. No personal ties shown. Unreliable commander.
• Bandanzine – They are one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a warrior with a dignified gaze, known for their frontline combat prowess.
• Goddess Teekua – The deity who saved Sylvia after her death and granted her rebirth as a hero.
• Isabella – Forestkin queen, appears after Klock meets the Phantasmal Beast. Leads peace talks with Humans. Mother of Avery, Flavia. Calm, strategic ruler.
• Palze – A female character mentioned in relation to Succubi and beastkin, representing the complexities of non-human races.
• Avery – Forestkin princess, Isabella’s eldest daughter, appearing after Klock meets the Phantasmal Beast. Questions her mother about Klock, the Chosen One. Sister to Flavia. Linked to peace with Humans. No direct tie to Klock. Calm, proud, analytical nature.
• Primjune – She is one of the Four Heavenly Kings, appeared as a scaled and finned figure, known for executing the saint’s kidnapping plan.
• Kupira – A female Fairy outcast with white hair, porcelain skin, and cursed golden eyes, born from Palze’s (a Fairy Queen) obsession and abandonment, chosen by Kispe (a Succubus familiar) as a potential familiar for Klock (a male leader)
• Celes – A bear-type Beastkin Succubus living with Alice after Klock’s arrival. She’s playful, physically strong, and driven by her species’ “mating season” instincts. She teases Alice often and treats life with freedom and spontaneity. No known family or formal ties; she’s Alice’s companion and occasional housemate.
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