29 . Slayer’s Words (End) *
“What should I do?”
Distraught at hearing that she could get drunk again, Helga begged Elia, wriggling her now motionless body.
Elia let go of her hand and then opened her mouth, wiping it meticulously with her handkerchief as if wiping off dirt.
“Simple.”
She said it was simple, but Elia was hiding it.
Hiding that simple fact only makes Helga more nervous and prevents her from thinking properly.
Elia suddenly began to untie the ropes that bound Helga to her arms and her legs.
Helga didn’t care much about the fact that her own arms and legs had regained her freedom.
Normally, she would fight back somehow, and she would have found her way out, but she was strangely benevolent towards Elia.
Even if you live with a body like this, you don’t live.
Right now, Helga’s only concern is that she will return to her original state, Elia’s only words.
After all the ropes were undone, Elia grabbed Helga’s hair roughly and dragged her to the window, making her look out.
Resting her Helga’s chin on her window sill, Elia pointed her finger outside her and opened her mouth.
“Hey, do you see that person?”
Helga barely rolled her eyes to see the direction Elia was pointing.
What Elia was pointing at was a f*cking beggar who was energized by the heat of the festival in her back alley, hoping only for her beans to run out.
Her clothes were shabby, her hair was messy, and her dirty skin seemed to stench even here.
Elia said to Helga with an evil smile.
“That person, give me a wash and come.”
When I say wash it, I’m sure it doesn’t mean take it to an inn and wash it. If my understanding is correct….
Helga asked, looking as if she didn’t understand.
“… What?”
Do you want to protect the pride of a warrior? Is it really that hard to suck a poor beggar’s pen*s when you’ve had no hesitation with other men?
Elia opened her mouth in a tone that was colder than before and tightened her hand holding Helga’s hair.
“Why? No?”
Helga laughed.
Did she ask for this because she wanted to see herself embarrassed?
If she was all right, she wanted to make fun of her and tell her that she was a failure.
Mixing with a man, that much couldn’t do any harm to Helga.
“That’s as easy as it gets.”
“But wouldn’t it be hard with a body like this? I don’t really want to see the two of you mixing up like beasts, so go alone.”
Helga’s face hardened when she was told to go alone. Isn’t that too naughty for a joke? She clearly remembered who made her into this body.
Elia put Helga’s head back, put her on the bed, and muttered something to her.
“Did you tell me? It’s me who made you this way, and it’s me who can turn you back. Ah, but in case you can’t run away….”
Elia ran her fingers down the side of Helga’s shoulder, and at the same time came to mind a tattoo written in an unknown language that looked like a glyph.
That wasn’t the end. Feelings slowly return to her arms and legs, Helga clenched her fists or wiggled her toes in disbelief.
“I warn you in advance, you better not be fooled. That tattoo is a spell that will end your life if you break your promise to me, if you hold hostility towards us, or if you leave this town.”
Ellia’s warning did not reach Helga.
If you satisfy that beggar once with two legs, two hands, and this mouth, you can return to your original body.
You will never have to see those dead again.
If I could achieve that, nothing else mattered. Whether it was one beggar, dozens, or hundreds, he was confident enough to satisfy them all.
“Promise, keep it.”
With that said, Helga staggered out of her inn.
Elia watched the situation from the window, then sat down on the bed for a moment as Helga disappeared into her back alley after a few words with the beggar.
She nodded her head in interest, shook her leg and stared at her watch.
It is no lie to say that she is confident in satisfying men. She returned to the inn less than 10 minutes after she left Helga.
She came in such a hurry that her hair and her clothes were clinging to the white liquid, her mysterious hair. She couldn’t even think of leaving him, and the fishy smell of chestnut flowers wafted from Helga’s body as she returned to her inn.
Helga, who had her head down, barely looked at Elia as her body trembled.
Her expression wasn’t disgust at having sucked a beggar’s body, anger at the elves who put her in this way, or any other negative emotion.
An ecstatic expression as if he had taken drugs. Drooling profusely, her face was flushed with redness, as if she had just remembered her act with the beggar.
Exactly, it wasn’t an act with a beggar. It was disgusting. She had never felt anything like this while having s*x.
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For her, her s*x was a kind of play, without any emotions, and seeing the stupid expression of the man beneath her was her branded play.
She could affirm that she had never felt as unpleasant as she does now.
Helga, who had been silent for a long time, finally opened her mouth.
“What the hell is this… ?”
“I changed your constitution slightly with magic, isn’t it good? Ah, but shouldn’t there be too many good points? From now on, the existence of men itself will be disgusting, but the semen they give you will feel pretty good.”
Good? It was a feeling that cannot be expressed in words.
Elia stood up from her seat and hovered around Helga, speaking in a low voice.
“How is it? A pleasure incomparable to just drinking alcohol must be overtaking your body?”
Elia, who was walking around her, playfully poked Helga’s navel with her finger, and an indescribable sensation ran through her body. It was a simple gesture, but Helga sat down on the spot, sparingly spraying her mysterious liquid.
The short time I spent with the beggar was the most pleasant of all the s*x I had ever had, let alone the alcohol.
She was disgusted at the moment when her body was pressed closely, but when his liquid entered her own mouth, an indescribable sensation covered her whole body.
Even if she just mouthed it, it’s this much, if she accepts him directly….
No, what if it wasn’t just one beggar, but many men at the same time?
The moment Helga questioned her, Elia opened her door and stood beside him, smiling at her.
“Can I stay here longer? He gave you a new job and a new goal?”
She gulped and looked outside.
Outside the door, as if it had never been, she harbored a deep darkness from which she could never return.
“Now, the door is not always open. The choice is yours alone. Will I throw away all the past and glory and live a miserable life, hanging out with lowly people who earn a day at the bottom and eat a day at the bottom, or will I disappear into the back of history with the nickname of a slayer and the past aiming at subjugating the demon king? How is it? Simple isn’t it? Life and death, isn’t the answer fixed?”
Yes, the answer was fixed.
Holding her by the shoulders, Helga trembled and let out a sound close to a scream.
“I, I don’t want to die! I’m afraid to die! I didn’t live to die in vain like this!”
Yes, that is Helga’s true intention.
She pretends to be detached from death, pretends to have nothing to do with her, doesn’t feel strange when she dies, and is ready to accept everything. All that atmosphere was false.
Helga, who has always hidden her true feelings from others and even concealed her true feelings through drunkenness, the first truth that Helga, who only whispered false feelings, uttered was a fundamental fear that was terribly at the bottom of her.
Sitting on her floor, Helga howled as she scratched her face with her fingernails.
“I have killed people like that in the past, so I know better than anyone. With a single stroke of a sword or a single arrow, a fleeting life… I was afraid of becoming the object of that candle of life being extinguished, so I desperately killed and killed again… But now that the dead are disturbing me? f*ck, I wish I knew this… I wish I knew this!”
Helga, who had been screaming and tearing her hair, looked at Elia with her voice drained of energy.
“I am… ? I want to live longer, I want to live no matter what I do, to rot with those dead, to go by their side is a no-go… Dying is the scariest thing in the world for me!”
Having let out all her screams, Helga passed Elia, and she was out in one breath. The warrior you were looking for? Archer? There was no such thing here.
All that remains is the image of a man terrified of her going to lust after her own life.
Elia smiled contentedly as she looked through her window at Helga, who disappeared into an alley full of her outcasts.
With this, the second person, the existence that harasses Ain disappeared into the darkness again.
●
The last day of the festival has arrived.
In the meantime, Helga’s existence has been constantly stepped on and she has never enjoyed a festival worthy of a festival, but she was different today.
She was able to ease the burden on her heart when Rihanna said she had to leave Helga.
Since it was the last day, I wanted to give the children good memories.
Street vendors also seduced tourists roaming the streets with more generous amounts than usual by dumping all remaining ingredients.
The huge torch placed in the center of the village was burning up and making a shabby noise from the blackened tree, but it was burning its body more brightly than ever, as if it were lighting up the light of a half-light.
I said playfully to Rihanna, who was walking beside her.
“Isn’t it okay to steal money from careless people again for a festival?”
Rihanna is evil! She said once, puffing out her cheeks.
“Don’t do that anymore!”
The children clinging close to me laughed as if they were having fun.
While buying clothes, eating food, and enjoying the festivities.
I heard a mysterious sound in my ears.
“Ah, ah….”
A woman’s moaning in the back alley, the sound of flesh colliding with flesh, the sound of dirty water, the sound of sucking something.
This is…. I could tell without even looking.
Although the sun is slowly setting, it is still bright.
I never thought that there would be a lover who would do this since the early evening.
Moreover, it seemed that he was with many opponents, not just two.
I don’t know if it’s a man’s taste or a woman’s taste, but it’s really evil.
To have such an orgy openly in a back alley when having a healthy relationship isn’t enough.
The sound grew louder, and I raised the volume as I urgently blocked the faces of the children who were snooping around.
“Well, you can’t look at that! Let’s hurry.”
I hurriedly left the street, covering my eyes with the appearance of almost hugging the children.
The title of the firework festival, true to its name, the end of the festival was numerous fireworks that embroidered the sky, but there was a risk of being attacked by monsters, so it ended with the burning of the torch completely.
It was a somewhat disappointing trip, but considering that it was an opportunity for Rihanna and her children to get closer, it wasn’t without success.
I vowed not to think of it, but Helga’s existence also meant a lot to me.
The nightmare that plagued me is something I just have to cut off on my own.
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Face them, talk to them properly, and let go of all your feelings for them, and you’ll be able to get out of this pain.
I thought of her last glimpse of her disappearance, Helga, her remaining room, and vowed never to think of her again.
What is important to me right now is the present, not the past.
●
I thought that after the festival was over, Ansys would find her usual tranquility, but that didn’t happen.
A newly emerged pride from the dark side of ANSYS.
A member of the former warriors’ party and an archer who once stood out in a prestigious mercenary troupe.
When she heard the news that she had turned into a prostitute who sold her body for a glass of her drink, she couldn’t stop the men who came to her.
She just rocked her waist like a dancer, she didn’t say or think anything.
She was just living each day, earning a living as if she were enjoying the present moment.
A primitive figure who dedicates himself to men and only covets alcohol and s*x. The archer, who was once famous to everyone, was developing another talent in the body that he was unaware of.