For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 330: Yggdrasil (4)

Becoming a piece of meat with only lust left, mentally broken. That was the only fate for those captured by the Grotesque Proliferation.

Isn’t this truly a Hitomi-esque Evil God?

And now, this Grotesque Proliferation was targeting the elves.

Oh, for the love of Radiance...

This news was so horrifying that it naturally made one think of Solaris.

That was because the Grotesque Proliferation usually attacked Crasius, the kingdom of the beastmen, first.

Beastmen were vulnerable to lust, and once captured, they could quickly produce followers of a certain quality, not to mention their robust bodies, which wouldn’t break easily even if roughly used.

Easy to conquer, durable, and capable of mass-producing followers—the ideal enemy! Ignoring this would make one a fool.

And the Grotesque Proliferation was nothing but a bastard, not a fool.

Well... elves also had strong sexual desires, but the difficulty in conquering them was on a different level.

At least from the outside, it looked that way.

With the Great Forest providing an environment overwhelmingly favorable to elves, and the presence of the Circulating Life, who hadn’t fully recovered but resided in the World Tree...

It was a bit too fortified to rely solely on the inherent allure of elves.

Elves were physically weaker compared to beastmen, so they couldn’t be used long in breeding factories, and the quality of the children born was also lower.

Thus, the typical invasion pattern of the Grotesque Proliferation involved ravaging Crasius first to bolster their forces before advancing on Alfheim.

However, there was a very low chance they would come to Alfheim first... and that was what was happening now?

I was dumbfounded by the timing, but upon calm reflection, there was a plausible reason.

Firstly, I destroyed the warehouse of undead belonging to the Intolerant Envy, which was supposed to shake Crasius from within.

After defeating Fiona, instead of accepting the title of hero from the Levantin Empire, I made a few requests, one of which was to send an imperial letter to Crasius warning about the dangers of the Grotesque Proliferation and its countermeasures. rαŊȫ????ÊŠ

I also shared the recipe for a potion that could temporarily suppress sexual desire, even if it doesn’t provide immunity to the power of the Grotesque Proliferation, it would offer some resistance.

Given that this was from the Levantin Empire, fully committed to this effort, it would be sufficient to distribute among the beastmen at the front lines.

I did everything within my power to block the rampage of the Grotesque Proliferation.

It was meant to crush them at their weakest, in the early stages, when they were like a snowball that grew stronger as it rolled...@@@@

Uh, um.

Perhaps I blocked it too well.

Otherwise, there would be no reason for the Grotesque Proliferation, which was messing around in Crasius, to now converge on the Great Forest.

After hearing this explanation, Iona nodded.

“Hmm, hmm. I understand the story. But if what Yandel says is true, isn’t Alfheim’s defense extraordinary? Is the Grotesque Proliferation coming such a big deal?”

“That’s a very good question, Professor. Normally, it would be tough, but we could manage somehow. I’ve been causing chaos, weakening the overall power of the Evil Gods, however...”

“However?”

“The situation and the matchup aren’t favorable. It’s not just about lust; the real issue is with the succubus-type monsters, which are one of the main forces of the Grotesque Proliferation.”

Alfheim’s defense was excellent, but its power source was the remaining spirit power, mana, and the vast life force from the World Tree.

“...And all of this can be absorbed by succubi.”

Not just any succubi, but those blessed by the Grotesque Proliferation.

They were a mad race where both succubi and incubi would become hermaphrodites to absorb vital energy from both genders, so why wouldn’t they be able to absorb spirit power? Mana and life force were things they could absorb anyway.

Even if the efficiency was low, energy drain would work without issues.

“As a result, both Alfheim and the Grotesque Proliferation will exhaust their power at an unexpected rate.”

“...”

“In the end, we’ll lose all advantages of our stronghold and have to fight bare-handed.”

“...”

“Since elves are weak to lust, most will be captured without even fighting properly.”

“...”

A heavy silence filled the office.

No one spoke, but everyone here was thinking the same thing.

Finally, Milone, as the person involved, broke the silence and put everyone’s thoughts into words.

Ironically, the sword of a Swordmaster would truly become free only after the empire they were supposed to protect would fall.

That meant it wasn’t possible now.

“Well, we have nothing to lose, so let’s try contacting him. Chancellor Milone? Do you have a crystal ball connected to the Levantin Empire? Could you lend it to us?”

“Of course. Normally, I wouldn’t lend it to outsiders, but given the situation, I can connect you right away. And whatever level of support comes, it’s all thanks to Count Lindelheit, so I’ll promise you a fitting reward.”

“Ah, then could you perhaps announce that Iris’s charge of summoning spirits was a false accusation?”

“Was it a false accusation?”

Milone’s eyes, darkened by long dark circles, widened. I shook my head with a bright smile.

“No? It was real. But if the Chancellor announces it, what’s true can become false, and what’s false can become true. I know you have that kind of authority.”

“...Indeed. If that’s the case, it’s not hard. However, all I can do is cancel the slave status. To restore her position as a High Elf, we need the permission of the Circulating Life.”

“I wasn’t hoping for that much. Just do what you can.”

Shrugging as I said this, Iris, sitting beside me, shone her blue eyes with deep emotion.

“Master...! I believed in you!”

“Okay. Then do well.”

“I will!”

Iris vigorously nodded, then stood up with a bounce and moved behind me. She then clenched her small fist and started patting my shoulder.

Milone’s eyes trembled at witnessing the antics of a 500-year-old acting like a child at such a critical moment, but... that wasn’t the important thing now.

“Up to this point, we talked about seeking help from outside, but the other method is something we can do ourselves. It’ll be tough, though.”

“I think I know what it is. May I state my guess first?”

“Of course.”

After taking a sip of tea to clear her throat, Milone continued in a calm voice.

“Attacking before we’re attacked, breaking them before they fully gather... isn’t that it?”

“Correct. If attrition warfare is the issue, we should end it with a short, decisive battle. Of course, it won’t be as easy as it sounds.”

“However, with Count Lindelheit, who has defeated the cult’s army several times, the story changes. I’ll gather the elite forces. Do you have a specific level in mind?”

“Any magician above intermediate level will do. Please gather as many as possible.”

Intermediate magicians, Aura users, Archbishops.

These were high-level forces, but this level was needed to do anything significant in any field.

Milone, who had been pondering for a moment, let out a sigh, looking even more haggard, as if she decided that if they were going to do it, they should do it properly.

“I understand. I’ll gather people accordingly, so please rest well in the meantime.”

“Ah, but we need to contact the Levantin Empire first.”

“I’ll prepare it immediately... Eda?”

“Yes.”

Without even turning around, just calling his name was enough for Eda to bow deeply and head somewhere, as if someone was watching.

He must have gone to fetch the communication magic tool.

While waiting, there was a sudden...

Bang!

The office door burst open with a loud noise.

Who would dare to barge into the Chancellor’s office in Alfheim? But seeing the intruder’s face, it all made sense.

Light pink hair like cotton candy. The hair reaching down to her hips had natural waves, looking soft and fluffy, and her features were round, giving her an innocent look.

A woman with a curvaceous figure not often seen among elves, hidden under a flamboyant dress, with two guards behind her.

The Queen of Alfheim, Nariell Yggdrasil.

If it was her, she could indeed enter and leave the Chancellor’s office without a word.

Nodding to myself, I stood up and shouted,

“‘Pierce at the speed of light. Shining Ray.’”

A white laser shot from my fingertips.

The Queen’s face turned as pale as the light.