Chapter 461: Vial She Hid

Eggs produced through Sowing were a bit different in nature from ordinary eggs.

The standard method was to hatch them through a summoning facility, but the Demon King had also made a more "demon-like" use possible through the system.

The first was offering eggs as sacrifices. Sacrificing unborn eggs as experience points for a single individual was the first demon-like application.

The second was synthesizing an existing species with an egg to rebirth them as a new species. I'd already tried this multiple times by synthesizing eggs Levis Ann had laid with dragonians, and I'd experienced the results firsthand.

What I was about to do this time was the latter. The only difference was that dragonians had been swapped for elves, and there was no guarantee the synthesis would produce an elf.

"This is the situation. Are you up for it?"

I'd openly disclosed all the probabilities to the fairies. I'd also been transparent about the measures that would apply if they weren't reborn as elves.

They would be reincarnated as elves. But just as they had carried out a deception against the barony before, this time they would need to infiltrate enemy territory as elves.

They might have to act coy, pretending to have been rescued by knights. They might have to blend into human society as elves. If things went wrong, they could end up sold to slave traders and enslaved, just like what always happens to elves in adult manga.

Of course, that last part would obviously never happen. The fairies' levels were around the three-star average, and once reborn as elves, they'd become strong enough to rival most knights. But still, a pervert stronger than them could always show up.

"Anyone willing to accept those risks and still be reborn as an elf, stay. I'll respect your choice."

The fairies' deliberation was brief. They exchanged glances with grins, and every last one of them raised their hand.

"If we get to be reborn as elves, why would any of that be a problem?"

"Um, what happens with our lifespan if we become elves? Would it be about the same as a half-elf's?"

"Being reborn as a female orc wouldn't be bad either... I'd end up like Lancelot!"

Fortunately, there was no pushback. If anything, I was simply grateful they were volunteering so eagerly on their own. As a token of gratitude to those who had decided on their own to give up being human, I provided a gift for their synthesis.

"Be reborn carrying my demonic fluid, infused with an entire mid-grade magic stone ground into it."

The eggs I held, along with all the eggs the fairies would be reborn from, were products of seeds sown by my orc descendants. Naturally, the odds of being reborn as an elf or as a high-grade individual were relatively low.

Of course, synthesizing with an egg doused in my seed-infused demonic fluid wouldn't actually raise those odds. It was nothing more than a good-luck charm wishing them a high-grade reincarnation; it had no effect beyond that.

"Who wants to go first?"

"I'll go first."

A woman with slightly faded light-pink hair stepped forward.

"You're...."

It definitely wasn't my imagination that her hair had gone slightly white at the roots, that her face looked a bit weathered, or that the skin visible beneath the mesh fabric appeared rather rough. Despite her youthful face, her body looked like it had been through a lot.

"Nimue."

"Nimue. You remember my name."

"Of course I do. You were one of the adventurers our legion captured after the assault on Ras Vegas. And in Raspica, you helped Meri lead the fairies."

Nimue was essentially the leader among Avalon's fairies. Meri was Avalon's official head, but the de facto commander who ran things on the ground was Nimue.

"Thank you for stepping up first. Being reborn as a new, non-human species must be frightening."

"Heh, but I'm being reborn as an elf."

Nimue dropped to her knees before me and bowed deeply.

"I was a D-rank adventurer who couldn't even use a sword properly and made a living selling her body. Here, I learned what happiness as a woman feels like, and I grew this strong. You're giving me the chance to leave behind this worn-out body, my only source of shame, and be reborn as an elf. How could I possibly pass that up?"

"...."

My eyes welled up for no reason. But to maintain my dignity as Legion Commander, I swallowed my tears in silence.

"Nimue, is there anything you wish for after being reborn as an elf?"

"I only have one wish, Legion Commander."

Nimue traced a finger across her lips and smiled with half-lidded eyes.

"I want the legion to last forever, and I want to spend my life Rassing until the day I die."

"...."

[Monster Synthesis: Synthesizes two or more monsters into a single individual.]

[Synthesis Targets: Nimue (★★★), Egg (?????)]

[Synthesis Result: ???? (★★★~)]

Strictly speaking, humans couldn't be classified as monsters, but they were still members of our legion. I had Nimue cradle the egg and moved her to the summoning facility. Nimue curled up inside the cocoon, clutching the egg tight.

And so.

Starting with Nimue, the human fairies each took an egg obtained from the orcs fucking the dark elves, and one by one, they lined up in front of the summoning facility.

***

[At that moment. The entrance to Lion Castle Regulus, the Marquis's estate.]

The Marquis's knight order returned alongside Andaihal. And through this battle, they had witnessed a new side of him.

[This man actually steps up when it counts, doesn't he?]

Whether it was because he'd been held back while inside the Marquis's household, or because he'd finally gotten to unleash his talents outside its walls, or perhaps he'd discovered his own abilities in the heat of crisis, no one could say.

But the intelligence and charisma he had displayed while conquering the dungeon, along with his achievement of rescuing the elves, were more than enough for the knight order to hail him as the next Marquis.

"Everyone takes a rest as soon as we return. And the items we received as gifts will be properly distributed at the castle."

"Sir?"

"These are items the knight order earned through blood and sweat. It's only right they go back to the knights. Well, if Marquis Leo has other ideas, I can't do much about that, but at the very least, each of you should receive a bonus."

"Lord Andaihal...."

Anthonius felt his nose tingle.

The one who had once inherited the Marquis's seat only to hand the title back to his father. This Andaihal stood in stark contrast to that incompetent good-for-nothing, and it made Anthonius think of "her," who had since left the Marquis's household.

'Lady Imushinhal, can you see this? Your younger brother has grown so much.'

The previous Marquis. The thought of her, a woman who should have rightfully inherited the title, brought tears to Anthonius's eyes. Perhaps it was his age, but he couldn't help getting sentimental.

"We've arrived. But...."

Andaihal stopped before the firmly shut castle gates. The soldiers atop the gate had clearly spotted them but were panicking, unsure of what to do.

"What in the world?"

"My lord! Run!!"

One of the soldiers on the wall screamed at the top of his lungs.

"The Holy Knights...! The Marquis...!!"

Squelch.

A sharp blade pierced through the soldier's chest from behind. He toppled over the wall and plummeted to his death.

"Wh-what are you doing?!"

Anthonius drew his sword and roared. But the soldiers, their faces twisted, raised their bows.

"The Holy Knights, my lord. ...Tch."

Andaihal surveyed the situation on the walls and bit his lip. Then he pointed behind them, back the way they'd come, and shouted to the knight order.

"Everyone, fall back!!"

"What?!"

"If the soldiers are acting like that, there's only one explanation!"

The knights hesitated in confusion, but when they saw the soldiers and remaining knights aiming bows at them, they gritted their teeth and wheeled their horses around.

"Heresy...."

Andaihal lifted his gaze.

Up on the wall.

The banner of Witch Levis Ann's Holy Knights fluttered in the wind, and beneath it, holy knights were stationed at every post.

***

[Lion Castle Regulus. A side chamber within the castle.]

"...Was my decision wrong?"

The Marquis, his appearance haggard, lay in bed coughing up blood. Electra, who had been nursing him at his bedside, wiped the blood with a handkerchief.

"That's not true. If you had tried to fight, all your people would have been hurt."

"True. ...Religion is a terrifying thing. Or rather, is this blind loyalty...."

Witch Levis Ann.

The Holy Knights under her command had staged a rebellion.

[Marquis Leo has been manipulated by demons and is deliberately refusing to reclaim the barony.]

They had seized Lion Castle Regulus with that utterly baseless claim. Striking while the knight order's forces were deployed to rescue the elves, they captured the castle with a swiftness that suggested they had been planning it for a long time.

"What about Erectile... the head butler? Have you heard anything?"

"No, nothing. He must be somewhere. Please don't worry."

"...No matter how I think about it, the Holy Knights' movements were too coordinated. It's almost as if there's a traitor insid... cough!"

The Marquis coughed up blood again. Then, with trembling hands, he grasped Electra's wrist.

"My dear, it's all right now. I don't think I have much time left."

"Father! What are you saying?!"

"...I'd like to rest a bit. My dear, bring me some tea."

The Marquis spat out the dark blood pooling in his mouth and took a sip of tea. Then he slowly closed his eyes and laid back in bed.

"I'm sorry for putting you through this.... I'm going to rest, just for a bit...."

His eyes slipped shut. Electra waited by the Marquis's side for a long while, then quietly checked the door of the chamber where they were confined.

Two holy knights stood blocking the entrance outside. Electra glanced at the bolt on the door, then approached the Marquis's bed.

"...You have no idea how hard it was to smuggle this in without getting caught."

Rustle.

Electra spread her legs apart. She tore open the crotch of her black stockings and pulled out a small glass vial hidden inside her white underwear.

Inside, a yellow slime was sloshing around.

"Father, I'm sorry."

Electra opened the lid of the vial.

"If not now... there won't be another chance."

Perhaps it was the yellow slime's scent tickling her nose. Her eyes began to glaze over, shimmering dreamily.

***

Myself, Flauros, Gremory, Halphas, and the rest.

Using every summoning facility in our dungeon, the fairies entered synthesis with elf eggs in hand. Synthesis took quite a bit of time, and the fairies were waiting their turn.

"Hey, can't you go harder? When you're with me, you go at it like an animal."

"Th-this is the Legion Commander's considerate arrangement to combine sex with strength training... HURK!"

The fairies attacked the orcs' prostates from behind, tormenting both the orcs and the elves at the same time.

The aroused orcs thrust their hips mercilessly into the dark elves, and some pulled the dark elves from their restraints and pounded away in a mating press.

"Haahng, haaahng!!"

The dark elves, who'd had cock rammed into them nonstop since their capture, could only scream in pleasure. The sex magic embedded in their bellies converted all sensation into pleasure and amplified their arousal on top of it.

"Eeeek! I, I'm laying!!"

And then came the ultimate climax: egg-laying.

The only moment an orc pulled his cock out, and for the dark elf, the moment an orgasmic Big Bang blasted her mind into oblivion.

Splurt, splurt!

The dark elf's slit spread wide, and from inside, an egg bigger than a fist popped out. A fairy carefully caught it as if she were a midwife, neatly stacking it into a basket.

"Come on, hurry up and put it back in and cum. She's sitting there spread open waiting."

"No, she just laid... she needs to rest at least a little...."

"Oh? When you're with me, you cum inside my womb even when I beg you not to, and now you're being considerate? Are you discriminating by species right now? Because I'm human and she's a dark elf? Legion Commaaander! This orc is discriminating between pussies!"

"Ugh, fine, I'll put it back in!"

The orc started fucking the dark elf again. With no time to savor the afterglow of her climax, the dark elf took his cock back inside and moaned. The fairy snickered and yanked the dark elf's breast to the side, squeezing it tightly.

Pssshh.

The dark elf's chocolate-scented milk was squeezed out by human hands. Even the sensation of being milked registered as pleasure, making the dark elf's body tremble.

"Hehe, milking is the golden rule of an elf ranch."

Though they had to milk by hand for now, someday they'd use funnels, milking machines, and the like. The dark elves' rich chocolate milk would become a signature product of our legion.

"Now then, time to get to the main event...."

I walked through the rows of fucking orcs and headed for the special room. The room, larger than the other special chambers, was already thick with the rich scent of chocolate.

"Shaitan, open the door."

"Yes, everything is ready."

But I wouldn't be fooled. I knew that within this sweetness lay a revolting poison. I opened the door and stepped inside.

"Hey there, you bitch."

"...."

Inside, the dark elf Astaroth greeted me, her tendons slashed and her limbs bound in restraints.

"You stupid bitch. First...."

I approached her and grabbed her ear.

"Shall I start by ripping off your ears?"

I gripped her ear and wrenched it off by force.