Chapter 173: Massacre – Part 1

Chapter 173: Massacre – Part 1

Today is the 4th, An, day of Wind. Dawn of the Final Day. Twenty-something hours until the battle.

And I wake up to Kaatohe and Hukarere sharing my Cock as the wind loudly whistles outside our bedroom. Then I unleash the bounty into the air, and the two furry girls have a little fight to steal it all. They very much enjoyed using my Seed as skincare, so they were given the honor of waking me up to return the love that was given to them and spread all over their faces.

It's too windy to have breakfast on the balcony. Like, really windy. Like, unreasonably windy. Like, Chesa-going-out-of-control windy.

"Is everything going to be fine?" Ciel worriedly asks as she observes the brewing storm. for new novels

"It's an 'unlucky' day of An," Hukarere wistfully hums, and Kaatohe nods in agreement.

"Man, storms are kind of scary over here," I remark and glance at the girls, who quietly agree with me.

"Not as scary as the idea of a 'flood,'" my naked cat wryly replies.

"Or drowning," Hukarere adds with a snort.

"It does sometimes get windy like this over at the Throne of Ascension, too," Urmeie grunts as she eats. The warrior Princess felt like intruding upon our breakfast today, and so she did.

"I assume it's a storm from the Broken Skies that has leaked out to the lower lands," Kaatohe calmly deliberates, and the Princess gives her a subtly displeased look, which makes me believe she dislikes the "lower lands" part, but at least she doesn't bite back.

"How did your people survive and thrive over there?" Hana suddenly asks a rather wise question.

The white wolf glances at the cat, then snorts and shrugs. She's just a soldier, so she knows little about history.

Kaatohe isn't a scholar either, so she becomes a bit troubled about how to approach this, but our kind smiles soothe her worry about being embarrassed about her lack of knowledge. Then she organizes her thoughts and begins her explanation, "When the God of Creation sent us to the Broken Skies, They prepared a small paradise for us, a fertile group of islands that we call Pourakau. But it was too small to sustain our population, so we were forced to brave the Broken Skies. I assume that it was our proximity to the huge Wind crystals that kept our island afloat that made us all naturally good at [Wind Magic], easing exploration, though I believe skills didn't exist back then."

"Just like how the Thunderplains was essential for the growth of the [Ritualism] mages that allowed the Emperor to conquer the continent," Lina scholarly chimes in.

But Kaatohe shows a bitter smile as she takes a sip of coffee. "Yes, it seems that Pourakau was the key to our expansion, for the Sky Landers weren't able to do the same and reclaim our lost empire."

And I try to temper her disappointment, "Fear may also have been a factor. What says that the Petrification Calamity won't happen again? We don't even know for sure why it happened, to begin with."

She hums thoughtfully as she stares at her cup and reflects upon my words for a moment, then seems to accept them at face value. "Hmm... Yes, perhaps we're being too harsh on them."

Ciel then frowns softly as she's reminded of a rather sensitive topic for her, then she slowly begins to share, "Every day, a new baby is born with the call of wanderlust, which will influence them to live only for seeking the unknown. They can't possibly have all died in the Broken Skies, can they?"

She herself is an example of wanderlust, so she has a soft spot for other adventurers. Though, she's all soft, on the inside, on the outside, all over her curvilicious body, so are adventurers really that special?

But Kaatohe doesn't have the answer to that. "I can't say, so I'll ask Prince Hekeman about their expeditions, but to conquer and settle the Broken Skies, you'd definitely need a lot more than just a few fellowships."

"Can't you all not talk about smart stuff first thing in the morning?" Urmeie quietly complains, seemingly not a morning gal. My cum has a rather invigorating property on the girls, so everyone in my harem is definitely a morning person.

"Enjoy the free 'Wisdom' training," Hana immediately teases the grumpy bear.

"I'd rather remain dumb; makes it easier to have fun," the Princess retorts with a snort.

"I beg to differ," my emerald dragonkin haughtily replies with a proud snort.

"You'd understand Sa'Haa better with higher 'Wisdom,'" Ciel kindly advises.

"Stop being reasonable; it's annoying," Urmeie grunts and frowns.

"You will receive our support, and you'll like it!" Roxanne cheekily exclaims.

The bear sister plays along, dramatically waving her arms at the pale teaser, "No! Away with you! I shall remain an irresponsible and unreasonable Princess!"

And we chuckle at the playful silliness.

We do our usual mana circulation training while listening to the whistling of the wind, and I also create a few more proximity fuses because there's no way we have enough. We don't know the limits of the swarm, so we'll never be truly ready, but we must attempt to break through while our morale is high.

As Lords, our job will be to make sure that our army doesn't collapse in case things don't go according to plan, and also to safeguard their retreat if too much shit hits the fan. But if we do succeed in massacring the swarm, then the wives, the golems, The Four, Urmeie, Caterina, a detachment of Companions, a couple of Punishers, and I will infiltrate the fortress and carve a path for a full invasion.

We reflect upon all of the different scenarios that could happen and how to deal with them, but it's basically impossible to truly prepare yourself for the unknown. It isn't like me to do a blind attack, but the more we scout and probe the monsters' fortress, the more alert and prepared they will be. Scouting is a double-edged sword in this situation, but it's currently tilted in our favor since the Sky Landers already did some scouting themselves long enough ago that the monsters have dropped their guard.

So our war goal is to wipe out the swarm and then exploit any opportunities to deal with the fortress once and for all, but we've also prepared the men for the chance that we'll be pushed back and need to retreat. A soldier's morale is also a double-edged sword because they have a tendency to become suicidal if it rises too high, and the thing that I hate the most is suicidal bravery, so we make it clear that it won't be a walk in the park, unlike our previous battles with monsters.

Man, I'm a really kind Lord, aren't I? Do other nobles love their men as much as I do?

"Gayyyyy~...!" Roxanne immediately howls inside my soul space.

"Pious Lords are very protective of their men, too," Ciel shares her perspective.

"And perhaps you love your 'men' a bit too much," Yunia calmly adds, teasingly stressing the important word.

Yeah, I guess the Companions being a pseudo-harem isn't exactly common.

For lunch, we eat a hearty meal but not too hearty because we still have one last training session to go through, and this time I'll also be participating.

And then we gather at the underground training yard because the wind makes it too annoying to train in the open.

"You know you look like a villain like this?" Lily remarks as she watches me arm my tentacles.

"Cool," I mumble aloofly, just to annoy her.

"Chuuni," she grumbles back just to annoy me.

Urmeie ignores our "flirting" and moves things forward, "How are we going to organize our formation? We have a lot of melee fighters here, so it's going to be cramped inside the fortress."

And I promptly give her what she wants, "You have the front, or whatever position you want. If I don't let you run wild, I have a feeling I'll regret it."

The big, beary Princess raises a nonexistent eyebrow at me (though she technically has an eyebrow since her whole face is furry), likely considering whether or not she should be offended, but then she snorts and glances at her stoic bodyguards.

"Sounds fine to me, though I'll definitely get reprimanded for my recklessness when I go back," she wryly remarks, and just from the bodyguards' intense gaze, we know who is going to tell on her.

Yunia clears her throat and soberly states, "The front should be Hana, Lily, and Urmeie, with Aoi there too if she can fit."

"Wait, why me?" Lily asks skeptically.

"Don't you want to fight?" Hana questions her with a confused look.

"N-... nyes?" the loli cutely answers a bit embarrassedly. We know she's a bloodthirsty little bundle of fun, but she's seemingly ashamed to admit it.

These are problems that a couple of days of training won't solve, so we've gotta make do with what we have.

And I believe it's enough.

"UOOOO!" both Urmeie and Hana roar at the same time as they [Shield Bash] their opponents away, then have an energetic exchange of blows with the nearest Punisher, creating a lot of space on our flanks.

At least there's one pair with high compatibility among us.

"Alright, this was better than the last training session," Thant cheerfully remarks as we take a breather. Then he downs a glass of cold water.

"Damn right. With everyone together, we're unbeatable," Hana confidently states with a fearsome grin.

"More like we weren't being pounded down all day," Lily impassively retorts.

Yunia won't let the loli sour the mood, so she gives the angry little thing a reminder, "We did say that the purpose of that training was to push you until the teamwork failed, but this time, it's to get us more accustomed with fighting alongside each other."

"What she said," Urmeie grunts in agreement, then turns around and scans the table, choosing which snack she'll have.

But Lily isn't fazed and retorts rather sternly, "Yes, that I know. I'm talking about the part where you used your telepathy to pound us, specifically, harder than everyone else."

Oh, fuck, she noticed.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Alissa immediately replies with an intentionally badly-hidden cheeky smirk.

And the angry, roasted cinnamon loli angrily narrows her eyes. She's quite perceptive of banter, so she quickly realizes that Alissa just got her.

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