Chapter 8: Chapter 4: Story Time

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“Pl-please… let… m-me… die…”

Honestly?  Can't say how long this has gone on.  Couple of hours?  More?  The brothel bunch watching in numb horror the entire time.  Eyes glued to my every move.  Especially when I use magic for some reason.

Poor things have been through a lot.  Well, won’t be much longer.  Probably.  Then I’ll take all the pain away.

What about easy elf?  Well, she is getting my personal attention.

Question.  Stab.  Answer.  Question.  Answer.  Slice.  Heal.  Question.  Cut.  Stab.  Answer.  Slice.

I repeat earlier questions with different wording to see how much the answers change.  Also to make sure this translating stuff is working right.

At least I think I’m repeating questions and rewording them.  It's not like I have a notepad to write on.  Memory still seems off at times too.  Like deja vu with a twist instead of recollection.

Feels really fucking weird.

Well, not my body so no surprise there are glitches.  My “software,” me, has never run on this “hardware” before.  Am I still under warranty?  Is there a support number to call?

Hello?  Yes, my balls have turned green and I’ve already tried restarting myself.  No, I didn’t wait five minutes.  No, I’m not interested in giving my testicles a faster connection.  Wife says I already “download” too quickly.

Yes, I’ll hold…

Outside?  Well the storm has finally passed and from the orange-ish colors coming through the holes in the roof, walls, and windows?  Probably a gorgeous sunset outside.

But I'm inside, on this filthy disgusting floor.  Surrounded by ruin and death.  Stewing in a stench I never wanted to smell again.  With a kidnapper.  Child stealer.  Scum.  Whore really was targeting my son.

Going to take him away from everyone who loved him.  And now I may never see him again.  Hear his laugh.  Roll my eyes at his stalling when it is time to do chores.

May never see any of them again.  Wife?  Kids?  Gone forever?  Fuck.  Wait.  Will they think I ran away?  Abandoned them?  Abandoned my boys?  No… 

All because of this bitch.

But?  Should I really be okay with torturing her?

I'm not a monster.  I'm not?  No.  I'm a father.  Do whatever it takes to protect my family.  And I’d do it again.  This criminal deserves no mercy.  Can't give her mercy.  Have to know more.  Knowledge is power.

*cut*

Shit!  Dammit.  Gripped the knife a bit too tight there.  Ow.  Blade ain’t exactly clean either.  Hehe.  That’d be rich.  Survive demons just to die from blood poisoning.

Stop it.  Come on, focus.  Okay, recap, review.

Planet is called “Ipra.”  There are several continents.  This one is “Iagreth.”  Northwestern part.  Territory is the “Kingdom of Tourin” and place is “Saint Sanriel Cathedral.”  Though from what I've seen it really should translate as “monastery.”

Yeah, a fucking kingdom.  Got the whole feudal thing going on.

Isekai world has “gods,” plural, who mostly communicate with their worshippers through “visions.”  Though only a select few manage to ever get one.

The “patron” deity of this kingdom is Metia.  Others are also worshiped to one degree or another but she is the local favorite.  A goddess of wisdom and war.  So, like Athena maybe?

There are multiple “humanoid” races.  Typical fantasy staples.  Elves, dwarves, halflings, etc…  There are also “monsters.”

Magic exists and is used through “spells” fueled by “mana.”  Spells are categorized by the “school” they belong to and their complexity.  Basic way of measuring is the “magic circle.”  

The more “rings” its magic circle has?  More complex and powerful the spell is.  Also the harder it is to cast and the more fuel it needs.

In “modern” times the usual number of rings is one to five.  Though a few exceptions exist.

In “ancient” times spells with a lot more rings existed.  The rediscovered ritual used to kidnap me?  Fifteen rings.  And that was just the main one.  Dozens of other circles were interconnected with it.

That “magic nitro” I was feeling?  Mana.  There is a bunch of other stuff like “astral bodies,” but that's over my head for now.

Oh well, back to the situation.

Saint Sanriel Cathedral is in the northeastern “B.F.E.” part of the kingdom.  Tourin is at war with the “Dominion of Drasritor” to the east.  Tourin is mostly human.

Drasritor is mostly the classic “smart” monsters.  Demons, goblins, orcs, etc...  The “rapey” races.  These two countries have been fighting off and on for like ever.  Latest war started a few months ago and this time Tourin is losing.  Badly.

Drasritor has several other hostile neighbors too.

Its biggest enemy is the “Empire of Aquecia” to the south.  Another human dominated nation.  Though apparently more “racist” than Tourin.

Aquecia regularly launches “crusades,” on Drasritor.  Last one managed to kill Drasritor's “Demon King.”

His replacement united much of the nation around punishing Aquecia.  Starting a brutal conflict that has lasted for years and seen a third of the southern state fall to demons.

Desperate, digging through myths and legends, Aquecia rediscovered and performed a hero summoning ritual.  Four heroes came from another world and stopped Drasritor's advance.  Even began pushing them back.

From elfy’s description I'm guessing these kids are the typical “isekai” japanese high schoolers.  Better not assume they'll be friendly.

At the same time, Drasritor invades Tourin.  Why?  Easy elf doesn't know.  Though fighting a war on two fronts?  Seems pretty stupid to me.

Tourin appeals to the “heroes” for help, but they refuse.  And after just a few months, a quarter of Tourin has fallen.

Believing their only chance was to get a hero of their own.  Tourin steals the ritual and tries it themselves.  However, they are nowhere near as big and rich as their southern neighbor.

The most the kingdom could afford was the “cheapest” version.  Where just one “spirit” is brought over instead of multiple bodies.

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Even then, elfy and friends got stuck at a critical stage that required large amounts of magical power.  All the priests run dry.  The rest tried to help but ran dry too.

That’s when Drasritor attacked.  With their magic users running on empty, the defenders were overwhelmed.  Demons sacrifice and defile the survivors, somehow that completed the ritual.

Maybe that also threw the aim off.

Summoning me cost this kingdom dearly.  Besides the rare and expensive materials used?  Pointy ears says many of the kingdom's finest were here.  

In fact, the king's treasury is now empty and he's lost elites that will take years to replace.  Probably decades.

Without me?  Tourin is fucked.  Creepily enough, even the body I'm in was a big sacrifice.  Finest paladin candidate the church's orphanage schools had produced in generations.

And not only is this body in amazing shape?  It's also a hell of a lot younger than “me.”  This “vessel” doesn’t have a single blemish on it.  No moles, no pimples, not even a skin tag.

But holy shit do I got muscles.  Hell, my muscles got muscles.

Shame it doesn’t have as much hair as my real body though.  Really going to miss my fabulous fabio hairdo.  Yep, totally wasn’t balding.

Don’t listen to my barber.  She lies!

Oh, and elfy?  She’s one of those priestesses.  The one in charge even.  Called an “oracle.”  Gets visions from Metia and shit.  Huh, she’s conscious again.  Now that’s a look of fear.

“W-why…  Do you hate m-me?”

Another tidbit.  This bitch is the key player in my nightmare.  Was the one who determined the target after dreaming of my son.  We had a stalker and didn't know it.  A peeping tammy from another world.

Grip her chin tightly enough to bring new tears to her eyes and fresh blood out of her mouth.

“Why?  You have the gal to ask me that?”  Huh.  “That hero you're looking for?”  Let the other shoe drop.  “He's my son.”  She goes completely pale.  “You tried to take my son.  Would I have ever known what happened?  Would I spend the rest of my life blaming myself?”  Bitch. Must. Pay.  “He would just be… gone.  All because some whore on another world wanted a child soldier, for her WAR!”

Spit on her face a bit while roaring at her.

“...”

Easy elf's eyes are as big as dinner plates and her mouth is moving, but no sound comes out.  Someone else though is feeling chatty.

“Hahahahahaha!”

Could tell the succubus woke up a while ago but has been playing possum.  Pretty beat up with blood still leaking out of one horn, but her smile is ecstatic.

“The beloved half breed priestess summons a monster instead of a hero!  Ha!  Why did we even bother?!”

I'm wondering about that too.  Wasn't the ritual failing before you charged in and finished it?

“They only went after my son because of you.”

Ah, that’s better.  From thrilled to scared in zero seconds flat.  Don't want the cows getting too uppity before the slaughter.  Slutty demon breaks world speed records with how fast her kowtowing begins.

“H-hear me mighty one.  Demons respect strength and you are strong.”  Horny babe starts her sales pitch.  “This cannot be denied after you killed Lord Urnithun and his guard.”  She shudders.  “Come with me to Drasritor.  There you can receive any reward you desire.”

Any?  Yeah, she's giving me “that” look.

Shake my head.

“Sorry sleazy.  You’re a bit confused.”  Time for my best evil grin.  “Ya see.  Only way for me to make sure my son stays safe?  Kill, everyone!”  Gary Oldman moment.  “None of you are getting out of here alive.”

Elf skank finally caught up.

“I… understand.”  Yep, you dead, bitch.  “We… I, was so desperate that I never thought about what it meant for him.”  Nodding while her shoulders shake.  “He ruled my dreams for months.  His light gave me hope.”  Laughing?  “I… was obsessed.  W-was… wrong.”  Hands ball into fists.  “Must atone.  I now bind myself to you.  My life is yours.  Do whatever you will with it.”

“[Servitude]”

“Oracle!”  “No!”  “We're lost!”  “Goddess save us!”

Peanut gallery is shocked and sobbing again.  How could they possibly not have run out of tears by now?  Might as well get this over with.  Climb to my feet.

“Okay?  Thank you?”

Toss the knife into a puddle and pick up the fancy swords.  Huh.  Did one of them shrink?  Tormentor seems smaller.  Oh well.

Never killed a woman before.  I think.  Especially a cute big tittied one who just gave me permission to do anything I want to her.

Eh?  Why is my left hand itching?  Must be getting twitchy over murder spree 2.0.  Gotta be done though.  Huh.  Yeah.  The swords really aren’t burning or zapping my hands this time.

Soon to be an ex elf, has some last words.

“Please show mercy and make our deaths quick.  While we all took part in the ritual.  I was the one who reached for your son.  No one else knows his face.  There is no need for them to... suffer... more?”

Ero elf's head tilts.  I hear it too.  Thunder?

*rumble*

“...Horses?”  Never been in a stampede but I've seen them in movies and this sounds similar.

Did the cavalry come to the rescue?

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