“Hahaha, can’t move? That fragrance disrupts your nerves and magic circuits. Superior magic manipulation, the ability to hear plants’ voices, and above all—profound knowledge. Ah, yes, a magnificent power only those with special wisdom can create…”
The Demon Woman seated on the Throne.
She’s holding something like a metal pot emitting smoke in her palm.
“It took me 100 years to make this. The Seaka Flower that blooms once every millennium, the single True Needle growing on the Millennial Pufferfish dwelling in the unreachable undersea cave ‘Triton,’ the venom of the King Serpent that kills surrounding creatures by mere existence… A masterpiece woven from these rare materials with genius alchemy and magic manipulation precise enough to thread a needle’s eye… Ah, Your Majesty. Behold…”
A faint yellow smoke rises, filling the surroundings.
Her doing…!
Paralysis Poison…! My body won’t move.
“…Ah, magnificent. Your Majesty… Your loyal servant Francis has finally grasped a fragment of Your miracle… Your Paralysis Poison… perfected… Beautiful, beloved, and above all radiant Majesty… Today, Francis takes one more step toward Your domain…”
This woman…!
She never intended to let me escape from the start.
“GOB…!”
“Eek!?”
My ankle is grabbed with unbelievable strength.
My bones creak audibly.
A goblin—an exceptionally large and fat one—has seized my ankle.
“N-no, stop, please stop!”
I dig my fingers and nails into the ground.
But such resistance proves futile.
“GOB.”
The goblin grins.
A sensation of weightlessness.
I’m swung around like a toy.
“Aaahhhh!?”
“GOBGOB!”
Crunch!
Right after being swung, I’m slammed into the ground.
Ah, no good… this is…
Death.
“GOBBBB.”
Drip, drip.
The goblin’s drool falls onto my face as it looms over me.
Disgusting, disgusting, absolutely vile.
Stop it, don’t come closer, stay away from me.
I need to escape, but I can’t even move a finger now.
The goblin drools.
Foul breath, filthy green skin, an aroused crotch…
Hey, wait, wait wait, why are they…
Getting erect—.
“Haha. They seem quite taken with you, don’t they?”
“Wh… why…”
“Instinct, I suppose. As ugly children of the gods, they’re drawn to beauty and purity. Goblins particularly relish virgin saintesses… They seem as excited as when I once dredged up a saintess and fed her to them.”
“GOBBBBBBB.”
“GOB!!”
“Ugh!”
“Gobububub.”
The demon’s voice stirs the goblins into frenzy.
No, I don’t want to imagine what’s coming next.
Yet, I understand.
What’s about to happen to me.
“Ah, wonderful, those eyes. Magnificent. Just as expected. You’re about to be violated by goblins.”
“……Eh?”
Huh?
Wait, hold on…
You mean killed, right? I must’ve misheard.
No way, no way no way no way.
Please let it be a misunderstanding.
“No, you heard correctly. Look, they can hardly wait to get acquainted with you.”
“GOB…!” “gOBBBBB.”
“GOB!!”
The goblins scatter drool everywhere, howling.
Clearly aroused.
“Eek!”
“GOB.”
The goblins are getting worked up.
They’re enjoying how terrified I am—.
“GOBQ!!”
“Gah!”
Huh?
Nosebleed… punched… hurts…
“GOBUUUUUU!”
“GOBUUUUUUUUUU!”
The goblins are in an uproar.
They’re having fun, shit, shit…
Why am I the only one paralyzed…?
“Ah, simple. They’re my familiars. I’ve granted them resistance to poison. Myself included. Ah, the Calamity King’s protection made possible by my love for Her Majesty. Majesty, yes, Majesty, Majesty still lives, ah, Majesty Majesty Majesty… Oh, pardon me. I should focus on our conversation now, Dragon-Blood.”
The demon snaps her fingers.
A massive goblin grabs my arm.
Wait, no, elbows don’t bend that way—
“Stop—”
Snap.
“Aaahhhhhaaaahhh!”
“Next, you’ll be violated by them. Defiled inside, limbs broken, flesh gnawed, soiled with excrement, violated and devoured.”
“…Why… me…”
Why, why why why why.
“You’re material.”
“Ma… terial?”
“Yes. Material for ‘Recovery Potions.’”
“Huh?”
The reply takes a moment to process.
Material, material? Me??
“Game over, you.”
The demon smiles.
“The mythical ‘Recovery Potion’—capable of healing any wound without relying on church miracles. One of its rumored ingredients is ‘Dragon-Blood Sediment’… A substance said to manifest when a being of Dragon lineage dies in despair and agony after being defiled… Ah, to think I’d obtain it in this hideout…!”
The demon trembles, gazing at the ceiling.
“Ah, Majesty… Calamity King Majesty…! Behold! Your loyal servant draws nearer to You this day…!”
What’s with this “Majesty”?
Her face covered, trembling—she’s terrifying.
“Ah, so please, despair wholeheartedly, beg, hate, and die. May you become beautiful Dragon-Blood Sediment.”
The demon’s expression goes blank.
Ah, she doesn’t see me as a living being.
Just potion ingredients—
“W-wait…”
“GOB.”
Die, die, die.
No, I don’t want to die, my little sister, Rei will be alone—
Ah, right, the stream. They’re seeing this too.
Everyone will watch me die?
Shit, the goblins are grabbing my arms, legs—
“N-no—don’t look.”
—No, that’s not it.
Sogetsu Setsuna.
You’re a pro. A liver, a streaming professional.
Gonna die gonna die scared.
Ah, the goblins are stripping my pants, tearing my clothes to shreds.
Gross, their slimy tongues slither over my neck.
No, no, die.
Scared to die pro stream stream stream.
Ah, live right now.
Camera, where?
Goblins piling on, stinking. Painful, heavy.
Camera, camera, camera.
Must show my audience Setsuna till the very end.
“Everyone… thank you… for watching… till now—double thanks.”
Ah, hahahaha.
Not bad for final footage, eh?
Sorry, Rei.
I’m dead.
…Huh?
“GOB!?”
“GOOOOOOOOOOBBBBBBBBBBBB.”
“BBBBBBBB……”
“—Huh?”
“…Eh?”
The goblins suddenly freeze.
Like me, as if paralyzed—
Convulsing, beginning to suffer.
AOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON!!!
A wolf’s howl.
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
In the tomb gone eerily silent, a distant wolf’s cry.
And riding on it—no.
“♪Deep in the woods where creatures sleep♪ The moon keeps silent watch above♪”
“♪But winds carry a scent so deep♪ The poison’s fragrance drifts along♪”
A song reaches my ears.
“♪The poison’s scent so soft and sweet♪ Gently steals the breath of life♪”
A clumsy.
Yet inexplicably well-voiced old man’s song—
Ah, another voice.
“Poison Hand Release—Skill Composite Activation: ‘Paralysis Vaporization Poison.’”
“—Huh????”
Clang!
My gaze snaps toward the loud noise.
Ah.
The demon lies face-down at the foot of her chair.
Limbs twitching minutely, large wings, tail.
You… paralyzed too?