The physical abilities of a warrior who has killed countless enemies and built up immense karma easily surpass the limits of ordinary people.
At the level of a Steel Plate Adventurer, there’s almost no difference at all, but only when you reach the Bronze Plate level does it start to show a bit…
Crack!
Brunhilde’s physical prowess was far beyond that. Irina, who had been bitten by me, couldn’t hold on for even a moment, and her toes were torn off along with her boots.
Gyaaaaaaah!
Irina, with three of her toes in my mouth, screamed in agony and fell backward. Blood gushed out from the jagged cut where her big toe to the middle toe used to be.
My fooooot! You crazy biiiitch!
Serves you right, you damned witch.
But this isn’t over yet, you know?
Thooey!
I spat out the toe stubs and the end of her boot, launching myself at Irina with all the fury of a vengeful spirit, landing right on top of her.
Gyaaaah! What the hell—!
Irina flopped down under my weight, and I glared at her while pulling my head back.
My arms and legs couldn’t move properly, but isn’t there a saying, “No teeth, no gums?” At least my neck was still working.
So—
Die, you ear-pulling bitch!
Smack!
Gaaah!
The cheerful sound of our foreheads colliding. Irina let out a weird sound as her head slammed into the ground.
Blood gushed from her nose like a fountain.
This isn’t over!
You bitch!
As I opened my mouth wide to bite Irina’s broken nose, she twisted her face like a rag and swung her fist, striking my cheek.
Thwack!
Ugh!
My head jerked to the side. Instead of moaning in pain, I slammed my temple back into her face.
Gyaaaah!
Irina wailed as she punched my jaw, and in that brief moment of dizziness, she pulled an arrow and jammed it into my side.
Doesn’t hurt!
What do I care, you bitch!
We were like children having a tantrum—me, persistently smashing Irina’s face with my head while she flailed her limbs at me.
The winner of this utterly disgusting mud fight was…
How can it be this pathetic? Clearly, both dignity and face have been thrown out the window.
Unfortunately, it wasn’t me.
Imelia, having finished healing her own arms, briskly walked over and kicked my head with a holy light-filled stomp. I let out a wheeze and collapsed to the side, completely limp.
My trembling limbs had stopped moving entirely.
…Is this it?
This horrid, desperate brawl couldn’t go on forever. All that was left was to pay the price.
That crazy bitch…! I will kill you!
Irina, healing her shattered nose and broken teeth thanks to Imelia’s healing miracle, huffed furiously.
Since she had used ‘Lower Healing’ instead of the already depleted ‘Goddess’s Touch,’ her recovery speed was noticeably slower.
Ah… haha…
With one hand covering her face and the other grasping her ankle, her countenance was quite comical.
You want to split me? Ha, let’s see if you can do that, you damn mayfly…!
I couldn’t afford to laugh at others, though.
No, killing is a bit much…
Imelia, who had cast Lower Healing on Irina, looked down at me with cold eyes and pulled out the mace she had at her waist.
According to the original setting, she couldn’t wield it properly—a mere decorative piece that couldn’t even be called a weapon…
But, I need to break you so you can’t resist.
Well, she could probably smack a prone person without issue. Faced with a threat of being smashed by a mere ornament, I felt pretty endangered.
It seemed she planned to use it to thoroughly crush my limbs, in retaliation for the arm she had severed.
…Ha, life sucks.
I wanted to squeeze my eyes shut.
They wanted me to die and bring my corpse to Gunther, but here I was in this state.
Not just any corpse, but one with limbs broken for easy transportation.
Should I at least be grateful it was a mace and not a bladed weapon? Otherwise, I might be chopped into pieces instead of being dragged off.
Like one of those cartoons where a girl looks happiest when her limbs are gone, I imagined myself reduced to just a torso, with hearts in my eyes, gasping.
…This is awful.
It seemed there was no worse future awaiting me. There were plenty of futures that were ‘that’ awful, but…
How about just using that to pierce my groin? Gunther doesn’t care about virgins, right?
…That was the kind of future I was dealing with here.
Irina, still unable to stand properly, grinned like a child tearing wings off a fly and babbled some horrifying nonsense.
Just smashing my limbs seemed insufficient; she suggested using the mace’s handle to penetrate me as part of her venting.
What the hell? What are you penetrating with?
A notion only a lunatic could imagine.
Hmm… this is a sanctified item; would it be blasphemous to use it for that?
Imelia asked, inspecting the mace’s end.
She showed some hesitation, but if it hadn’t been a sacred item, she would have agreed to Irina’s suggestion without a second thought. That sent chills down my spine.
No, if you think about it, it’s also about stabbing an enemy and making them bleed, right? So, it can be considered used for its original purpose.
Uh, can it? Well… yeah, I suppose that way of thinking could work…
While stroking her chin, Imelia surveyed me from head to toe. Her gaze lingered somewhere between my lower abdomen and thighs.
That seems fine. Let’s do it.
Then, nodding as if to agree with Irina, she turned the mace upside down, revealing its long handle in full view.
It looked like it was about 20cm long, and now it was slowly approaching me, ready for a purpose entirely opposite of the creator’s intent.
You crazy… bitch!
I cursed while scrabbling for breath, pushing against the weak resistance of my body.
A cold shiver danced along my lips, and my mind felt as frozen as if I’d poured ice water over it. The horrific penetration loomed closer with each step.
What is this?
The struggle between the desire to shove my head into the mace and my instinct to survive was a feeling I couldn’t even describe.
As if that wasn’t enough, an unimaginable scenario I could never have prepared for began to pile on top of that.
What the hell…!
The fear wrapped tightly around my lower abdomen.
I couldn’t help but feel fear. At this rate, it seemed I would receive the mace not where my head was, but where a child’s head would come out.
Thud.
Next to me, on her knees, Imelia held my legs, forcibly trying to spread them apart. The metal handle covered in leather glistened under the moonlight.
Gah…!
Desperately, I tried to hold on, but my legs, betraying their owner’s will, fell apart uselessly with no resistance.
Let go of me! Get away, you crazy bitch!
My trembling pupils. Gasping breaths. Like a trapped bug, I writhed, trying to shake her grip off.
Now I understood very well why captured knights screamed, “Kill me!” I could feel that urge swelling inside me.
Oh my, are you scared? This is quite a fresh reaction. Who would have thought Brunhilde would make such a face? I feel my heart warm up!
Yet my resistance, pushed to its limit from exhaustion and injury, did nothing to deter Imelia, seeming only to stoke her sadistic delight.
Seeing this insane priest lick her lips with just a hint of red on her face…
I think I’ll need to tear your pants… where’s my dagger?
Imelia rummaged at her waist, looking down between my legs.
Use this!
From the side, Irina, who had started to regrow her toes, tossed an arrow at Imelia’s feet.
Ah, thank you, Irina!
Imelia expressed her gratitude, picked up the arrow, and brought the sharp tip toward my pants, slicing right through.
Riiip.
My black leather pants tore open long and wide.
Steam rose, spreading warmth like a thick lemon scent.
I grimaced as I faced my reflection in Imelia’s large eyes.
My underwear, soaked with sweat, and the bare skin of my inner thighs were exposed. It was a horrific and pitiful sight.
Now, just one left?
Imelia’s sadistic smirk as she brought the arrow tip toward my underwear was even more horrendous.
This looks good. I should show this to lord Gunther too.
I will definitely kill you!
My entire resistance consisted of grimacing and glaring while spewing curses and murderous intent.
Wouldn’t it be better to beg for mercy? I might soften things up a bit for you then.
Shut up…!
Cursing is what’ll end up between your legs, I think.
That was totally useless.
Now, shall we get to it?
With complete dominance in her grasp, Imelia was practically cackling, clutching my underwear strings with one hand while bringing the arrow tip closer.
Just as the taut fabric was about to sever against the blade—
Swaaaag!
A greatsword shot through the air like a cannonball, aimed straight for Imelia’s head.
You bastards, GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!
With a roar that could shake the night sky.
It was a familiar voice.
