Chapter 205 29: Trouble In The Green Paradise?

Meanwhile.

Inside a distant dungeon close to the capital city, an ogre's body crumbled to the ground with his head caved in, its skull and brains oozing from the fist-shaped hole, caused by a small female with long brown hair that sometimes shimmered a light blonde colour.

"Woah! Delphi, you're too fierce; that poor ogre's head went boom!"

'Ah, I can feel those two idiot girls getting stronger, and they are slowly coming this way; I cannot wait to punish that arrogant little red dragon, always acting like the big sister, despite being a midget!' Delphine thought as she finally turned away from the orc with a snort.

Milla's excited shout filled the dark cavern, countless corpses torn to shred's by a brutal, blunt weapon as the evil little girl herself wiped the blood and flesh from her shield.

A cold voice filled with a tinge of delight from the compliment came into her ears almost instantly.

"Hmph... you can talk; look at those damn orcs made into mush. If you turn them into pulp, can we even take their ears and fangs?"

"Ahahaha, sorry~ I just get so excited when fighting in the dungeon; unlike training, I can kill these things and don't need to hold back!"

Milla's face was like a woman addicted to drugs, Her foot stomping on the fleshy pulp of an orc's lower body before grinding it, the squishy sound filling the small cave as both women looked towards the other side with sinister grins on their faces.

"Shall we finish them off, then go for a meal?" Delphine's carefree voice sounded as her body moved before hearing Milla's response; like a typhoon, her body burst through the air, thick earthen crags covering her arms and forming battering ram-like gauntlets that howled through the air.

'Is brother coming soon? The letter said he would come to see me soon...'

'Focus, you need to be stronger right? He won't look at us if we aren't stronger... crush these inferior creatures! Stand at the top and welcome him with open legs!'

Milla's body swirled with a light breeze, slowly swirling faster until becoming a gale wind propelling her body like a bolt of lightning towards the remaining orcs, all of which were struck with terror, the dragon's a roar and binding grasp of earth keeping them locked in place, trembling with fear.

'That man feels more like a dragon each time he comes closer... I won't listen to some stupid prophecy! Let's beat him up and wake my two stupid sister's up... However...'

Delphine's thoughts stopped as her fist crashed into the sternum of the body of an orc, the black rock around her arm crushing and pulverising his bones as it tore apart the orc's flesh and stomach before his guts began to fall out in a minced mess.

'Why is Silvari's aura and feel so strange... like there are three of her...'

Filled with confusion, she continued her assault before Milla's light body flew over her shoulder and assaulted the orcs before she could.

Milla's body twirled with elegance, slicing through the air with her right leg, shooting forward and snapping towards an orcs head, like a scorpions tail it smashed the poor monster's skull before pulling back as the momentum sent her spinning in the opposite direction; this time, her heel cutting through the air and crashing into it's the lower jaw.

'Don't be so lewd! Brother is the most wonderful man in the universe! He would prefer a cute and pure Milla!'

The orc tried to lift its arm to block the second blow, feeling its brain rattling around his skull, but her steel boots had sharp spikes inlaid in the back, piercing his soft flesh and ripping through his face as blood sprayed from the huge gash tearing his face apart, while the heel of her foot shattered his skull, killing him instantly.

'Heh... With all those sexy women beside him? There's a chance he's now addicted to their bodies, and we must save him from their clutches!'

Milla and Delphine continued to destroy the lower levels of the intermediate guild dungeon for people around level 20-30, both women's thoughts about the same person, yet neither realised it as their faces were identical and looked just like Vincent's when he enjoyed fighting a strong opponent.

These girls were different and rather enjoyed crushing weaker opponents.

Back in Valestraz, keep.

Mel'Zeth was sitting against the cold walls, her eyes still slightly dazed as the others began to enter the room; although she wanted to check on Vincent, she wouldn't go because of the girls' pact with each other.

'It seems she finally took the step, well, another sister for me to make things for. Hehe ~ I love big families.' Mel's thoughts were rather positive; in the goblin community, a male would sometimes be so rare that they would share the same male between an entire family or community.

Of course, this would cause the males to usually die much younger than the females or suffer erectile problems, and as most of the time these males were forcibly kidnapped, sometimes they would die due to poor mental health.

So seeing Vincent and all his women, and it was rather the girls who were the ones dying most of the time, she felt hopeful and relieved.

'At least he should be okay if he comes to meet my mother and sisters in the village... I hope they all have found husbands. Otherwise, it would be chaos...'

Zarina and Vincent had been awake for quite some time, just enjoying the warmth of each other's bodies; although he knew they needed to get up soon, she was just too cute.

The stark contrast between normal Zarina and this cute cat-like woman in his arms, nuzzling against his chest, was too great an attraction for Vincent.

'I wonder what the trigger for that emblem is, though... I've slept with many of my women and love them just as much as Silvari, yet it's only shown on a few. Zarina was the first time, too... is there a trigger? Does it have to do with their mind as well?'

Ton-Ton

The crumbling door opened as the impatient Vera and Zera pushed it down, slamming it onto the ground with a loud bang as they skipped inside, holding hands.

"Ah!"

"Oh!"

"Vincent has another woman!?" The pair shouted as they looked at each other before dashing forward.

Although these two girls knew of the secret pact between everyone, their minds and instincts were just too immature and wanted to disturb the pair.

"Hey, stop!"

A shout came from Titania, who tried to keep the little monsters under control; with P'ella hanging limply from her hands as she grabbed her nape, the poor harpy was the first to dash for the door, sadly caught by the evil dark elf.

"Vincent! Judgment!" Zera shouted as her body leapt into the air, his eyes watching as this damn girl wasn't wearing anything under her clothes again, revealing her smooth slit as she landed on his chest with a thumb.

"Ugh!"

"Hehe~ play with us too, okay? No favourites!"

Vera was more discreet, or at least he thought, the sneaky green bird grasping the large black robe hiding their bodies before a naughty glint flashed in her eyes as she yanked it away with a giggle.

With the robes gone, their naked bodies lay bare before everyone; Zarina was too lazy to care, her eyes still closed after an intense battle she had lost completely.

"Ah? Zarina is strange!" Vera whispered in her voice that mimicked Zera, the pair began to speak like this when making mischief, but Vera was much more well-behaved when alone.

"Strange?" Zera replied before getting off Vincent's chest and looking at Zarina before her mouth opened agape.

"Ah, Zarina has a strange thing painted on her pussy!"

The moment her words sounded and filled the room, Titania finally arrived in time to drag her away before the words caused her to glance at the sleeping Dhampir; the moment she saw the markings, it felt like she had lost somehow to this blonde, greedy woman.

'I am sure those words are familiar... I just... can't remember!' Titania only wondered who was teaching these girls strange words, with only half their meanings which caused her more headaches.

Titania thought to herself as she ignored her thoughts, pulling the three little troublemakers away as they kicked and screamed, demanding fair treatment and fair Vincent sharing doctrine.

Nearly an hour had passed by the time everyone had gathered and made sure nobody was heavily injured, thankfully, they set off with lots of time, so there was no need for them to rush to the capital. As the group began to load into the carriage, the next town was only a few days from the capital.

Thus they would leave the forest to the east of Valestraz fort, no longer needing to take such a dangerous path to avoid accidents like the voracious eaters.

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The party arrived at the small town of Rolmund; the sight of many buildings surrounded by farmland greeted them as the horses pulled them into the city's main street.

However, it seemed odd compared to the cities of Verina or Tzardom Vella to the west of Verina; the population here was far smaller than either, and even the nearby towns weren't much larger.

However, this didn't bother them since they were not staying long, and with the lack of soldiers and knights, there shouldn't be any issues. It did seem like there was less traffic than usual and perhaps fewer people on the streets; even the inns were empty.

"Where is everybody?" Vincent asked himself as he looked around, noticing the lack of people.

His question was to the innkeeper who was arranging their keys, a slightly sullen look, but he was polite and had good manners; his name was Chuck, and with dark red eyes and black hair, although his skin was pale and looked sickly, there was nothing to worry about.

"Ah, well, because of those idiots in the capital attacking the goblin's territory in the northeast, now the goblins continue to lead attacks on the human villages and cities, yet the people who started this remain safe in the capital, a bunch of..."

His voice stopped, the rough and tired tone stopping as he tried to show a smile to Vincent, but the bitterness of his mood was too clear.

There were rumours about the civil war happening in the north, where the humans invaded the goblin's lands once more, which caused them to raise an army, allying with some orcs and trolls to attack the nearby cities.

"Then, were the people of this town used to form a militia?" Asked Vincent as the women began to take their keys and departed from the lounge; most of the remaining dungeon seekers looking disappointed as all those attractive women paid no attention to them, even when they flexed their muscles and dungeon badge.

Although the army of humans had repelled them several times, there were always new reports. Even the humans living near the border villages began moving south, seeking refuge somewhere safe.

This meant no one could help defend the area, leaving the citizens vulnerable. If someone did try to rob them, they'd likely lose everything, including life itself.

"Ah, they were forced into service. Almost 70% of the young folk without a dungeon seeker licence were all forced into a militia by the nobles that used to lead this town; they gave all this speech about taking the fight to those evil goblins, then marched towards their territory, the thing is... We have never had a problem with the goblin kingdom; they might be fierce when you encounter strays or their outcasts..."

The man looked at the goblin female Mel'Zeth, his smile bitter, before looking back to Vincent, tapping his chest wryly.

"But the ones from their mainland, like that good girl beside you? They were the same as you or me, sure they liked pretty women or handsome males, but aren't we all like that deep down? -sigh- be careful with that girl in your party; there might be people on the way to the capital that might make things difficult for you because she is a goblin. Alright, lad? Take care of your girls well, haha!"

Thud, the sickly man chuckled as he began to slap Vincent's back and handed him the penthouse key, his atmosphere much less gloomy as he returned to his duties.

'It seems someone is causing trouble...' Vincent thought as he followed Mel'Zeth closely behind, wanting to comfort her; the place her mother and sister lived was the northeastern goblin kingdom.

'I just hope this is a coincidence and will soon calm down...' While walking down the wooden corridor, only the creaking floor would accompany his thoughts.