True -Delusion Love Prequel

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[True Delusion: Prequel] (1)

Author: kkmanlg

Word count: 8963

True Delusion: Prequel

(Chapter 1 Two Fateful People)

What exactly is he? Hugh felt confused about this.

His father was a demon god, and his mother was a human.

Originally, they were two races at opposite ends of light and darkness, and could not get along. They could only use violence, plunder,

expel and even kill each other.

These two bloodlines that originally had no intersection were compatible and coexisted in his body.

Was he a demon god? Or was he a human?

Looking at the flickering flame of the lamp beside him, Hugh sighed.

This was a rather simple room. Because the warehouse was used as a room, the space was not only spacious,

but also a distance from the top beam.

There was only one window at the top, so even in the daytime, the bottom floor where Hugh was

usually dark.

This was good. After all, light was not what Hugh wanted to pursue.

He casually placed the half-read ancient book on the table. Understanding this book recording ancient magical language

wasn't difficult, but he still needed to catch his breath.

Looking at the sword hanging on the wall, its scabbard undecorated, reflecting the lamplight with a dim, yellowish glow,

he unconsciously fell into deep thought.

It had been over two years since he came to the Cult of God.

Had he gotten used to this life? Was

staying in this place really okay?

Had he forgotten his initial vow?

No, as long as he could kill, anything was acceptable.

Only by killing could he continue to remember that vow.

*Knock, knock.*

The quiet space was broken by a knock at the door, interrupting Hugh's thoughts.

The door opened, a familiar fragrance wafted in, and a girl dressed as a priestess entered.

Long, black hair cascaded to her waist, and her carefully washed red culottes, along with her split-toe socks, completely covered any

possible glimpse of skin.

This garment, which originally concealed all feminine charm, now accentuated her curves, fully revealing the girl's

unique figure, arousing lust.

The girl's ears, which should have been on either side, were now hidden by long sideburns, replaced by

two black and white ears with fine hair on either side of her head.

A hole was also cut in the back of her skirt, from which a black and white tail emerged, identifying her.

However, for Hugh, this was not something he wanted to concern himself with.

"Human."

"What's wrong, Chihaya?"

"You seem very tired?"

"N-no, ah, I guess so."

Facing the girl's concerned gaze, Hugh uttered this half-answer, his gaze falling on

a large pile of ancient documents beside the table.

Some of these documents were left by his father, while others were materials and classics from the Shinna religion.

The Shinna religion had a history spanning several years, containing many now-lost ritual texts and ancient documents, understood by only

a handful of people. Whenever he had free time, Hugh would study these books.

As the descendant of a demon god, yet strictly forbidden from using his power by his father, who even sealed it,

this was an extremely difficult period for Hugh, who had sworn revenge against humanity.

As the day the seal was broken drew closer, Hugh's thirst for power grew stronger. The things

recorded would one day come in handy.

"But then I think of the memory of my parents' murder."

"Is it that people can't forget?"

"Rather than saying I can't forget, it's more like it's become the meaning of my existence, a part of me."

"

Hey, Chihaya, has the Sakiya received any missions?"

This was a question Hugh asked every day.

Levi wasn't dissatisfied with hiding in his room every day studying ancient texts, but what he

wanted was to immediately pick up a sharpened sword and slaughter all those humans living in the light

.

To avenge his parents.

"I want to see blood. To avenge those humans who violently violate women and plunder with barbarity."

"Here."

Chihaya frowned slightly at the person spouting such nonsense, but still obediently

took a black envelope from the full bosom of her shrine maiden's robes.

Black, a harbinger of darkness brought by light.

For Hugh, who had survived by hiding in the shadows, this was perhaps the most fitting color for him.

"Human...you really—"

"Hey, Chihaya, I've been thinking about this."

Hugh stood up, placing his hand on Chihaya's shoulder, interrupting her.

—No, Chihaya understood too.

This was a question that had always lingered in her mind.

"Why can humans so readily kill other races? Why do humans always belittle other races? Is it

because of different races that they are destined to be killed?

"

Chihaya didn't answer; rather, she couldn't answer.

After all, she too had one-quarter beastman blood, and her parents had been

killed by humans and beastmen who hated mixed-race people.

She escaped at the last moment, wandering, lost, and helpless, when Hugh, who happened to be passing by, took her to the Kanna sect and

asked the Konoe family to adopt her.

Because of her Kagura talent, Chihaya received a recommendation from the Konoe family to enter the Saigu and begin her

training , but she still frequently visited Hugh.

She deeply felt the bitterness in Hugh's heart.

The anger that was about to burst forth, without an outlet, would probably make it impossible

to maintain .

Chihaya knew very well that Hugh had used anger as his strength to get to where he was today. If he could really let go of it so easily, then

hatred wouldn't be hatred anymore.

Chihaya looked up and found Hugh staring intently at her—a gaze that spoke of madness.

"Ah,"

suddenly, a surge of pleasure rushed through her chest, causing her to involuntarily moan.

Hugh's hand unceremoniously grabbed her shrine maiden robes and her breasts.

Because the Saigu had instructed that Chihaya had to complete her daily Kagura practice before she could serve Hugh,

her breasts were always most sensitive at this time.

Chihaya could even feel the power in her entire body gradually gathering in her breasts, beginning to

change .

"Mmm, ah,"

Hugh's gentle kneading was enough to make Chihaya's body react. The temperature in her breast area rose, and

she felt something flowing towards the highest point of her breasts.

Wet marks appeared on the two high peaks of her shrine maiden robes.

Hugh's hands were completely buried in her breasts, his fingers engulfed, as if his palms were being swallowed by

her breasts .

Each time he kneaded, the fabric of his shrine maiden's outfit rubbed against her nipples and breasts, sending a strong, rapid

surge of her head, making Chihaya feel dizzy.

"Please let me come with you tonight!"

"Chihaya!"

A black fire burned fiercely in Hugh's heart.

The thoughts he had been barely suppressing for so long were about to spiral out of control.

Hugh pulled open Chihaya's shrine maiden outfit, revealing her white, fleshy breasts.

The full, bouncy breasts defied gravity, showing no sign of sagging, just

like the cow ears on her head and the cow tail at the back of her skirt—all unique features of Chihaya.

In the dim light, the cherry-pink peaks at the front of her breasts appeared alluringly soft, waiting to be savored.

Drops of fragrant breast milk flowed from the indentation between the nipples.

Stimulated by Kagura's kneading, the breasts naturally secreted milk.

"Please, suckle as much as you want!"

Faced with Hugh's sudden action, Chihaya didn't flinch.

In fact, she had come prepared for this.

So, though her face was flushed, she straightened up and cupped her breasts to Hugh's lips.

The breasts, which Hugh had suckled countless times, now glowed slightly, evidence of the bond between Kagura and the shrine maiden

.

Chihaya's breasts were already alluring enough when tucked inside her shrine maiden outfit, but now, fully exposed, they were

like two large watermelons hanging on her chest. The contrast between the breasts and the fabric of the shrine maiden outfit, and the white lines of breast milk dripping

down her breasts, created a striking three-dimensional effect.

The originally simple and dimly lit room was suddenly filled with the mingled scents of sweat and breast milk, which wafted into

Hugh's mind and brought him back to his senses.

"Chihaya, where is the mission location this time?"

Hugh

released the nipple, a drop of breast milk still clinging to his lips.

His hands continued to knead her breasts, his ten fingers completely buried in the flesh, obscuring even his palms.

After the suckling, breast milk flowed continuously from the nipples pinched between Hugh's index and middle fingers,

droplets falling with the curves of her breasts, leaving a sweet, moist puddle on the ground.

However, Hugh's voice was unusually calm, perhaps sensing something from Chihaya's reaction.

Because of this, Chihaya endured the intense tingling sensation in her chest, hesitating

whether to speak.

"Chihaya,"

Hugh emphasized again.

His index and middle fingers tightened their grip on the nipple, and the previously dripping breast milk now

sprayed out in two jets.

Fortunately, Chihaya was facing Hugh, otherwise the lamplight would have been extinguished by the breast milk. However, in this position,

the breast milk directly splashed onto Hugh's face.

Some breast milk spilled on the floor, seemingly with eyes, its trajectory predictable,

forming strange characters and even emitting a faint glow.

However, the scent of breast milk filling the room seemed insignificant to Hugh; he simply

stared Chihaya's eyes, as if trying to see through the cow-pulling shrine maiden's hidden thoughts.

Chihaya knew that what she was about to say was taboo for Hugh. If that was the case, why

had the shrine chosen this place? Was there a reason?

However, the intense pleasure surging through her chest left her no room for further thought. With each spurt of breast milk,

her slightly parted lips opened wider and wider.

Finally, Chihaya tilted her head back and uttered those words.

"It's the Kingdom of Mainferu."

"Mainferu!"

"Aaaaaaaah!"

Hugh almost screamed through gritted teeth, his lips brushing against her nipples.

An electric shock surged from her breasts to Chihaya's brain.

Chihaya had come after playing Kagura, making her body exceptionally sensitive. Being a hybrid of a cow-beastman and a cow-human,

her breasts not only grew larger but also began to flow with milk, drawing several tempting white

lines on her flesh.

No matter how hard Hugh kneaded, her breasts managed to push his fingers away, waves of milk

resisting fiercely, swallowing all ten fingers completely.

The cherry-blossom-colored nipples on her chest hardened and sharpened, intense pleasure spreading from them to her entire breasts. Each time

her nipples were bitten, milk would spurt out, and Chihaya's moans grew louder.

Although Chihaya is usually quiet and even sometimes mistaken for being mute,

she's less reserved in front of others, arching her back and offering her breasts for others to enjoy. The Kagura's effect

on her body makes her breasts heavier; if Hugh doesn't express all the milk , Chihaya's breasts will likely be unbearably

swollen tomorrow, causing her discomfort all day.

"Ah...uh...ha...ah

...uh ... uh...ah ... Her waist-length black hair swayed wildly as the successive stimulations swept over her body . Chihaya looked down at Hugh with clearly aroused eyes. —Her own man, cupping her breasts, already well past three digits, brought the nipples together, sucking on both at once until she made a sound. *Whoosh!* *Whoosh whoosh whoosh, whoosh!* *Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!* "Ah, ah, um ah ah um um um, ah gu um um um um!" The shrine maidens who knew Chihaya at the Saigu Palace probably couldn't imagine that the usually expressionless Chihaya would utter such lewd sounds. Sweet pleasure spread throughout her chest, then quickly surged downwards to her private parts, then flowed upwards to stimulate her brain , repeating endlessly, causing saliva to trickle from the corners of Chihaya's mouth, too much to swallow. Her nipples, swollen like cherry blossom buds, began to gush out milk in succession. The ritual, ending after Kagura's performance, reached its final stage , and the milk sprayed out even more profusely. Chihaya felt her lower body secreting a certain fluid as well. At this moment, a new power began to surge within Chihaya's body, and her breasts emitted a faint glow . Chihaya understood perfectly what this signal meant. "A vow." "Tsk!" Chihaya saw clearly that the madness that had filled Hugh's red eyes had vanished, and she hesitantly spoke up about what she had to do. A vow, a reaffirmation of the bond between Kagura and the shrine maiden Kagura. Reluctantly, Hugh released Chihaya's nipples. This wasn't out of displeasure at being interrupted halfway through, but because the bond between him and Chihaya had deepened to the point where it could no longer be severed. Chihaya was a cow-beastman, or more accurately, a hybrid of a cow-beastman and a demon, which, like Hugh, had led to her suffering discrimination since childhood. Chihaya's demon father was killed long ago by humans hunting demons. On her deathbed, Chihaya's mother entrusted her to Hugh, giving her a final instruction: "—Give her a place to live." For this, Hugh asked the prestigious Konoe family of the Shinigami religion to adopt Chihaya. Chihaya quickly displayed her inherited Kagura talent and was recommended by the Konoe family to enter the Saigu (Imperial Shrine). She was a highly anticipated Kagura priestess, and reportedly a strong candidate for the position of Great Priestess. However, all of this seemed insignificant to Chihaya. No matter how Hugh intentionally or unintentionally distanced himself, Chihaya always managed to keep up. Left with no other choice, Hugh recited the following: "In the name of Hugh? Elsad, I forge a pact with Konoe Chihaya. Sing! Play! This is the mark between us, imprinted on your soul." After reciting this, Hugh suckled at her nipple again. Hearing this, Chihaya finally smiled. While Hugh was suckling her breasts earlier, her face was flushed with pleasure, but there was always a certain restraint . Now , Chihaya finally showed a genuine smile. "I...I swear in the name of Konoe Chihaya that I offer my breasts as a pledge, to serve you ... ahhhhh ! " Swoosh! Swoosh, s ... The fact that a shrine maiden's breasts glow from being suckled is something only a shrine maiden of the Shinto religion could achieve. After a while, the light gradually dimmed, and Kagura remained in the room, her head buried in her chest, her body pressed tightly against the shrine maiden's. Chihaya seemed to have reached her climax, right? With her chest pressed against him, her chin rested on Hugh's head, panting heavily. No more breast milk was flowing from her breasts, so Hugh released her nipples. However, the breasts pressed against her face were still heavy, full of elasticity, and emitting a strong scent of breast milk. The large amount of milk that had just been secreted was still dripping from her breasts, rolling over their rounded curves before dripping onto the ground, leaving several white streaks on her breasts and even creating small milky streams on the ground. Hugh looked at the expression on Chihaya's face. It wasn't the cold expression that the shrine maidens usually wore during training at the Saigu, but the blissful expression that only appeared before Hugh , when she offered her breasts to him. It's obvious that Chika was already in a state of service, and if he wanted to take things further, he probably wouldn't resist even if he were to push her down.

However, at the scent of breast milk emanating from the cow-girl priestess, Hugh gritted his teeth, released the disheveled Chihaya

,

picked up the sword on the wall, and headed for the door without looking back.

He shattered Chihaya's last glimmer of hope with his next words.

"The Kingdom of Mainferu is the target of this mission, right?"

"Y-yes."

"To go help my enemy, the Kingdom of Mainferu, how ironic, hahahahahaha!"

"Human!"

"Chihaya, what are you still doing? Hurry up and get dressed, I just want to finish this damn mission as soon as possible."

"Yes."

Hugh snorted, leaving Chihaya behind, and walked out of the room.

Instinctively, he looked up at the night sky, followed by millions of stars.

Unlike Chihaya, his half-demon identity meant no one would accept him anywhere.

Even among the Dark Night's Familiars, he was always an object of contempt.

His lowly human bloodline had defiled the Demon God.

His mere existence was met with hostility from humans—a terrifying Demon God bloodline.

He was raised by the Imperial Household Agency, his life akin to that of livestock.

His desire for revenge seemed endless, with no end in sight.

Yet, this was the only place that accepted him.

Hugh gripped his sword tightly, listening to the priestess's footsteps approaching from behind.

The scent of breast milk wafted by, suppressing his raging demonic nature, but the hatred wouldn't vanish so easily;

instead, it pierced him again and again.

Demon disease, the ailment of a half-demon, half-human.

Since the onset of this disease, he had never been accepted by anyone, driven from his original home. He survived only because

his father, as a child, used a magical ritual to transform his body into that of a demon, making him no longer human. However, as time passed, the balance between his demon and human bloodlines spiraled out of control, the two completely different bloodlines clashing fiercely within him. His father had been killed by a human hero, making another ritual impossible; he could only rely on Chihaya's breast milk for temporary peace. This also reminded him that he was still a half-demon. Not human, not a demon. He possessed long, pointed ears unlike humans, yet lacked the sharp fangs and claws of demons. Hugh, accompanied by a priestess, gazed at the night sky and murmured to himself, "What is it that I truly seek?" The sacred fire burned fiercely. A square platform, adorned with paper tassels, guarded the ever-burning karmic fire. The sacred fire radiated energy, seemingly channeling it into the dancing girl. "Spring clouds surge forth, spreading ten miles across the mountains; the cherry blossoms in the distance, have they already fallen? Their colors are different now." This impression stemmed from the girl's every movement, almost effortless and natural, making one believe that the sacred fire, once only something to be looked up to, was now within her grasp. *Clang! * A deafening roar. "Aaaaaah!" "So ...so strong! " "Damn it!" The young men and women, knocked from the altar, could only look on with awe at the girl's graceful dance steps. A small katana and a Kagura bell. Weapons and instruments complemented each other perfectly; with each step the girl took, a melodious bell rang out. Several groups of opponents remained on the altar, while the girl stood alone, clearly at a disadvantage. In this situation, even defense was difficult, let alone launching an attack. Kagura dance required precise rhythm and careful performance to ensure the music and steps were perfectly synchronized . Once combat broke out, the carefully choreographed rhythm could become chaotic, leading to a loss of balance and even injury . To avoid such situations, Kagura dances were usually performed in groups of several people: the rear guard handled the Kagura dance and provided support, while the front guard focused on defending against enemies and preventing interruptions. However— "In vain I grieve, the long rain falls incessantly, tears flow ever higher, only my green robes are soaked with tears, I cannot meet you , there is no way to see you." The girl on the altar, undeterred by her disadvantage, twirled through the crowd, raised her Kagura bell, and instantly changed the rhythm of the performance. Even surrounded by a dozen people, nothing could disrupt the girl's fluid rhythm. Her dance steps were natural, weaving in and out of the gaps between her opponents. The sound of her bells was as flawless as a normal musical practice. Light, elegant, a turn, a raised hand —clang! Ping! When everyone could see the girl clearly again, all her opponents on the stage had been sent flying. Beside the firelight, a figure even more dazzling than the firelight appeared . "Whoosh," the girl finished the song and gently put down her takakasa and Kagura bell. The girl, wearing the uniform of Aitsu Academy, had long, black hair that reached her waist. A large and hung down. The uniform was based on blue and white, with a simple design. There was only a little black , and a large bow at the chest to indicate her grade. Aitsu Academy was an academy that trained Kagura priestesses, teaching students how to offer music to the gods. The uniform design was not supposed to be too ornate. However, it is precisely based on this concept that the pure and innocent brought out. It's neither too plain nor overly embellished, avoiding making the wearer too dazzling and potentially causing offense to others.

This uniform, which made girls stand out and was also aesthetically pleasing, was quite popular.

After all, regardless of whether they were on the Light or Dark side, the gods' favorite offerings were pure and innocent girls—

the uniform of Aitsu Academy made the girls look even more refreshing, which seemed to suit the gods' tastes perfectly.

That being said—

"

The girl noticed everyone's gaze below the stage and frowned slightly, looking somewhat displeased.

This was quite normal.

After each Kagura performance, the girl would inevitably become the focus of everyone's attention.

The blue and white uniform accentuated the girl's slender curves, from her back, waist, and hips,

extending to her thighs and calves, creating a kind of beauty that was almost breathtaking.

No, if there was anything that truly made everyone breathless, it was the object on the girl's chest.

It was a huge breast that made the word 'huge' meaningless.

Due to her long-term study of Kagura, the girl's body was quite slender, but only her chest area

seemed to have undergone a mountain-building movement, forming two towering mountains that could only be looked up at.

Why would something of that size be hanging on her chest?

Not only the stunned young Onmyoji, but even the female students must have had the same question.

Because her breasts were so large, they stretched her uniform considerably; if viewed

from , it was immediately clear that the fabric below her abdomen was completely exposed.

Even with several Aijutsu Academy students surrounding her, this girl's presence far surpassed

theirs . This pressure, a blend of sacredness and weight, would only intimidate them.

"It smells so good."

"A scent I miss."

"This is the smell after Tsukiyo-senpai's performance."

"I want to inhale more,"

the female students whispered, surrounded by a fragrance that seemed to have appeared out of nowhere.

Dozens of young Onmyoji were even more brazenly inhaling deeply, their expressions clearly lewd; some were even staring

greedily at the girl's chest, their mouths practically watering.

Seeing everyone's reactions, the girl's face grew even colder.

She didn't care who was speaking.

However, the physical reactions after the performance were beyond her control.

This fragrance—the fragrance of breast milk.

After all, playing Kagura is a practical act of communicating with the gods, so

the amount of breast milk produced varies depending on the intensity and duration of the battle.

Moreover, the girl had just switched between two different performance styles, naturally placing a greater burden on her chest.

Her displeasure was directed not only at the surrounding crowd but also at the feeling of fullness in her chest.

A discerning eye might notice that her breasts seemed

fuller than before the performance, and the chest area of her uniform appeared tighter.

This was the reason she put down her weapon and instrument.

Now, any slightly larger movement would surely cause the uniform buttons to pop off.

The sweet, milky scent emanating from the stage clearly indicated the girl's current physical condition.

If she could, she would want to turn and leave, but today was a demonstration performance that only happened a few times a month, forcing her

to remain on stage, becoming the object of everyone's scrutiny.

At that moment—

"You did a very good job, Tomoe Tsukiyano. To have such skill in your first year, truly worthy of the prestigious

Tsukiyano family."

A clear voice broke the somewhat eerie atmosphere.

A mature woman dressed as a shrine maiden stepped out from the crowd and gave the girl a smile.

"Thank you for your praise, Mr. Kugayama."

Hearing the shrine maiden's praise, the girl's expression remained unchanged, as if she had only done something insignificant.

The shrine maiden smiled and shook her head. Tomoe's reaction was exactly what she had expected, so

she didn't take this seemingly sarcastic remark to heart.

Therefore, she quickly stated the purpose of this demonstration performance—even though she already knew the answer.

"So, have you found a Kagura you want to swear an oath with?"

"No. I don't want to take orders from anyone, at least not those people."

"That's troublesome, Tomoe. Many people from the Onmyodo have applied to have you as their Kagura performer."

"Aitsu Academy doesn't have the right to refuse, but that doesn't mean students don't have the freedom to choose, right? I'm sorry, but I don't intend to agree

at the moment , especially to these people, who clearly have ulterior motives."

"Yes, rather than being attracted by the name 'Tsukiyano,' it's more that..."

The shrine maiden shook her head helplessly. Although Tomoe didn't say it directly, the meaning was clearly conveyed .

Tomoe's indifference remained unchanged, and she didn't even glance at the young

Onmyoji .

The female students around them made a commotion, looking at the girl on the stage with envy and awe.

Any student of Aitsu Academy would probably be speechless at the conversation between the shrine maiden and the girl.

After all, swearing an oath is definitely not something a student who has only been enrolled for a few months can possess

.

This statement essentially acknowledges that the girl's strength is on par with that of third and fourth-year students

.

Thinking about it carefully, this is quite normal; judging from the size of Tomoe's breasts, they far surpass those of most of

the upperclassmen.

Breast size = Kagura's ability—this has been a consistent conclusion about Kagura for years.

"From a mentor's perspective, I don't want to limit your potential, but Aitsu Academy also has

its own difficulties. We can't keep refusing the Onmyōryō's requests indefinitely. I hope you understand,"

the shrine maiden said gently, touching her cheek with one hand.

Her beautiful face seemed to furrow slightly as she recalled the pressure she had endured over the past few days, revealing her inner turmoil.

She was filled with emotion.

She also knew very well that if a girl playing Kagura didn't have a connection with it, she would never be able

to play Kagura that could satisfy the gods.

The school believed that only when students found Kagura that matched their own sensibilities could they maximize its

power. Therefore, the school generally wouldn't interfere with how students decided on their Kagura.

The reason for having Tomoe hold this demonstration performance was to demonstrate that no one was currently capable

of being Tomoe's Kagura, thus silencing the Onmyōryō (the school's administrative division).

However, despite her words, the shrine maiden said,

"The school hopes you will go to this place and see if it will change your mind."

She handed Tomoe a note from an angle that prevented everyone present from seeing clearly.

Tomoe glanced at it, looking puzzled.

"What is this?" "It's

an instruction from the Shrine Maiden. You need to go to this place."

"The Shrine Maiden?"

Tomoe couldn't immediately understand what the shrine maiden meant and tilted her head in thought. "Does it mean I have to join the battle?" "No, when you get there, just watch. Do

n't interfere ." "Why is that?" At this moment, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the shrine maiden's face. "This is a direct instruction from Prince Hirana Toya. You'll understand when you get there." "I understand, Prince Hirana." Hearing the name Hirana Toya, Tomoe frowned slightly but nodded nonetheless. Now, as a student of Aizu Academy, she had no reason to refuse the instructions of the highest level of the Saigu. "It's a bit far. You're allowed to leave early today. Set off early. When you get there, tell me everything ." "Yes." Although Tomoe had some questions, she nodded nonetheless and put away her weapons and musical instruments. Main text [True Delusion Fantasy Prequel] (2-3) Author: kkmanlg Words: 5342 Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh! Swoosh, swoosh ... As night deepened, the chirping of insects filled the air, layering upon each other to create a slightly eerie atmosphere. While most humans and animals slept, these were the active times for bioluminescent insects, and tiny specks of light could . A shadowy figure, seemingly human, appeared, appearing and disappearing indistinctly. The reason it was impossible to be certain whether this figure was human was that the earth was shrouded in darkness, and the bioluminescent insects' light was too faint, only able to illuminate a vague outline, making the figure even more ambiguous. *Whoosh, whoosh! Whoosh...whoosh whoosh! * However, the persistent damp sound was clearly different from the insect chirps. Anyone with good hearing nearby should be able to distinguish the difference . The sounds, rising and falling in waves, were sometimes the sound of spraying water, sometimes the sound of flowing water, sometimes the sound of dripping water. But what was certain was that these sounds came from the same thing, essentially the same thing. This makes things even more puzzling. If the essence is the same, why does the quality of the voice change so drastically ? The soft, moist tone, with its low-key, restrained hum, seems to blend seamlessly with the surrounding darkness. Its fluctuating pitch is like an improvisational melody. The continuous presence of this tone complements the chirping of insects, naturally . Even the glowing insects seem to fly faster, as if excited by this melody . However , the intermittent moans, "Ughh ... As the bioluminescent insects gradually gathered, the initially blurry outline slowly transformed into a clearly defined human figure. "Ahhhhhh..." Long, black hair, deeper than the darkness of the night, fell haphazardly to the ground, revealing the figure's inner turmoil. The red culottes, a darker shade of red, covered her long, slender legs, revealing not a sliver of skin. Occasionally, faint sounds could be heard from within the culottes, as her thighs rubbed restlessly from side to side. From the base of her thighs, besides the suppressed rubbing sounds, there was also a faint, mysterious wetness, conveying a sense of restless unease. In stark contrast was the girl's sacred shrine maiden's robe, now completely slipped down, barely hanging at her waist, partially concealing the culottes. The overlapping folds of the two different colored fabrics outlined the girl's astonishingly slender waistline; perhaps from days of training, her abdomen was completely free of any excess fat, displaying a remarkably healthy complexion. Smooth shoulders and delicate wrists—a woman's body that shouldn't be found in this place—becomes even more alluring in the night forest. From a direct angle, the girl's upper body is almost entirely exposed, her full breasts held in someone's hands, deforming freely with the rhythm of kneading like musical instruments, emitting a wet, tingling sound. *Whoosh...whoosh, whoosh! * "Mmm, hoo ah ya ah ah, ha ah ah mmm!" Those wet, tingling sounds emanate from the girl's chest. Her shrine maiden robes are completely open, revealing elegant, bell-shaped breasts, full yet defying gravity, without any...

The breasts, drooping yet slightly upturned, were a characteristic of the cow-like shrine maiden, which she displayed without reservation.

Because the skin of her breasts was so white, illuminated by the glowing insects around them, the skin appeared

even more supple, almost giving the illusion of holding silver breasts.

The girl's dark eyes darted about, filled with anticipation and longing. For the upcoming battle,

she needed to massage her breasts beforehand to unleash the hidden power within her.

At this moment, her hands, holding her breasts, changed the rhythm of her kneading, deliberately gliding over the nipples, not

grasping them , but gently touching them as if scratching an itch.

However, for her extremely sensitive breasts, this action was enough to bring a strong stimulation, causing the accumulated energy

within her to concentrate in her chest.

After only a short time of massaging, both breasts felt warm to the touch, their

smooth, marble-like skin running with several white streaks, emitting the unique fragrance of breast milk.

Meanwhile, jets of breast milk continuously gushed from both nipples, wetting the hands kneading her breasts. The shrine maiden's robes and the ground

were covered in drops of breast milk.

*Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!

* "Ahhh! Mmm, ah, ahhhhhh!"

Those shrine maidens who knew Chihaya would surely be filled with envy and

disbelief if they saw her like this.

The cow-like shrine maiden who never showed any expression or uttered

a word , was now displaying such an alluring posture?

Chihaya's face was flushed. The intense stimulation from her breasts caused her to involuntarily stick out her tongue, saliva flowing

down her chin, collarbone, and finally dripping onto her breasts.

The clear saliva mixed with the white breast milk, the pleasure and the energy of the kagura vibrating together, creating a

bewitching fragrance that sent shivers down one's spine.

Each time breast milk spurted from her nipples, Chihaya's body trembled, feeling the Kagura energy gradually boiling and flowing towards

her breasts, seeking the pink outlet at the very tip. Chihaya

lowered her gaze, watching herself being 'tuned' and spurting out large amounts of breast milk; white jets of water shot out from her cherry-blossom-colored nipples directly below . "Ahhhhhh, hooahh ... Chihaya's sweet voice mingled with the sounds of her breasts being kneaded and the wet sounds , creating a subdued, dark, and melancholic symphony. The hands kneading Chihaya's breasts made no exaggerated movements—in fact, they didn't use any grip —but simply focused on stimulating the sensitive spots all over her breasts with the precision of playing a real instrument. No, even a true court pianist would find it hard to match the skill of these hands. The fingertips tapped out waves of milk, distorting the bell-shaped breasts in an obscene way. This was a performance using all ten fingers, the spaces between them filled with smooth, tender flesh. If one wasn't careful, the flesh would become incredibly elastic, pushing the hands away. "Mmm, ahh, hah, hah, ahh!" The tuning was nearing its final stage. Sweat-drenched and breast-milk-covered skin pressed against her palms. Each time her breasts deformed with her fingers, Chihaya's body trembled involuntarily, and thick breast milk spurted from her nipples. The shrine maiden outfit, which usually covered her body completely and was used for playing Kagura, now hung precariously around her abdomen , the stark contrast making it all the more alluring. As a half-breed of the cow race, Chihaya's shrine maiden outfit was already nearly too small due to her rapidly developing breasts, but now that her breasts were actually exposed, her breasts were being tightly grasped, and a large amount of breast milk was flowing out, making it even more obscene. "Haaah, ahhhhhh, huff, huff, huff, huff, haaah, haaah, " Kagura used both hands to allow the Kagura energy within her body to accumulate in her breasts, causing her originally pale pink nipples to swell into hemispherical shapes. Her nipples hardened, becoming as elastic as dogwood, and were pinched between fingers, rubbed . Each rub sent a jolt of electricity down Chihaya's spine, making her tremble uncontrollably. With a series of whooshing sounds , as breast milk gushed from Chihaya's breasts, the Kagura energy accumulated within her chest gradually synchronized with the hands , and a powerful magical force flowed from her hands back into her breasts. Her breasts were cupped and kneaded repeatedly, without causing Chihaya pain, her fingers pinching and to squeeze out the breast milk. Chihaya's body emitted a faint glow, and with each tremor, breast milk gushed out, her red skirt and socks splattering with droplets of milk, leaving a puddle on the ground where her shoes and socks touched, spreading outwards in concentric circles. Her fingers moved like plucking a musical instrument, pinching and rubbing her nipples rapidly. The skin of her breasts, glistening with sweat, clung tightly to her palms in retaliation. "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhh!" Finally, the final moment arrived. Chihaya's radiance grew stronger, the shrine maiden exuding a holy, warm glow that clashed starkly with the dark atmosphere of the forest at night. As Chihaya pressed herself against the person behind her, her chest heaved, and her breast milk gushed out in a stream, its trail resembling the strings of a harp, playing...

A series of lewd, hissing sounds emanated from the scene.

A white expanse appeared before her eyes—the last of the expressed breast milk, rapidly evaporating and sublimating to form an interfering

space , a barrier created by abundant Kagura energy.

Within this milky-white barrier of breast milk, a small doll appeared out of thin air.

While not exactly a doll, it wore a shrine maiden's outfit, its design different from Chihaya's, exposing her shoulders and sides,

and its shorts reaching only halfway down her thighs.

This shrine maiden's outfit emphasized the doll's curves, yet the divine sanctity

emanating transcended what a doll could express.

The divine totem on the cuffs of the shrine maiden's outfit was Ame-no-Tsurugi-no-Mikoto. The goddess worshipped by the Konoe no Kami? Ame-no-Tsurugi-no-Mikoto.

This doll—or rather, a small avatar of the goddess—smiled and danced gracefully above Chihaya's head.

As the two-headed goddess appeared, Chihaya's nipples also slightly perked up, and breast milk sprayed upwards.

The goddess danced among the spray of breast milk.

Her hands responded to the goddess's movements, moving their positions with varying pressure, kneading her enormous breasts,

trying to squeeze out more milk.

Chihaya's body trembled violently, her nipples seemingly chasing the goddess's trajectory, spraying breast milk towards her,

drops landing on Chihaya's face and hair.

The goddess's smile was radiant; she seemed quite satisfied with Chihaya's breast milk.

Chihaya's legs rubbed together incessantly, feeling a sharp pain in her private parts. A puddle of water was clearly visible around the grass where she was sitting

, her skirt clinging tightly to her buttocks, emitting a fragrance different from breast milk.

The goddess looked at the milk-producing cow-like shrine maiden, her body radiating a dazzling light, powerful divine energy

surging forth. She parted her lips slightly and uttered a few words

: "Contract complete."

"Strength, Speed +5, Kagura Form 1?" "The Demon Sword Breast Powder" can be used.

Chihaya opened every cell in her body, minimizing any possible physiological reactions. After all

, any would undo all the previous breast massage.

The goddess's divine power began to transfer into Chihaya's body, creating a chain reaction. The scent of her breasts became

stronger, her breasts grew larger, and breast milk gushed out continuously.

Chihaya straightened her upper body, her huge breasts protruding forward. Her cherry blossom-colored nipples, swollen to their limit, flowed with

powerful breast milk. Once all the breast milk had flowed out, divine power filled her entire chest, fully

preparing her .

"Hoo-hmm, ahhhhhh, hoo-hmm, ahhhhhhh."

The goddess disappeared.

Breast milk was a medium, but more importantly, the process of massaging the breasts and the qualities displayed by the shrine

maiden herself greatly satisfied Ame-no-Mikoto. Although Chihaya was not a direct descendant of the Konoe family, she could still obtain Ame-no-Mikoto's divine

power.

The intense pleasure from her breasts would bring her even greater strength—the thought of being able to

use Chihaya with joy.

With a satisfied expression, Chihaya unconsciously leaned back, surrendering her body to the person behind her.

—She felt a slight pain. She bumped into a tree trunk.

At the same time, the warmth and pleasure that had filled her body and soul vanished.

Chihaya lifted her still somewhat weak eyes and looked ahead.

The "person"

seemed like a different person from when she had been rubbing her breasts; the gentle caress of her chest was gone,

replaced by a cold expression.

Like Chihaya's past memories,

like flames, like blood, telling of the sorrow and cruelty of the past, the intense red of a half-demon's

eyes, fiery red.

In the end, she still couldn't open people's hearts?

Those chillingly red eyes were fixed on the darkness above. Yes, the gentleness and humanity of people

remained locked in a prison darker than the night itself.

A faint tremor emanated from the person's body, the right hand gripping the sword seemed to twitch, and the expression in the darkness

even appeared somewhat distorted—Chihaya knew very well that the person was struggling to restrain something.

"Put on your clothes, hurry up."

With his back to the naked cow-like shrine maiden offering her body, the person threw out these unromantic words, a strong killing

intent seeping from between his teeth—if he hadn't clenched his teeth tightly, he might have roared out of control.

"Put on my clothes?"

Chihaya felt somewhat exhausted; due to the rubbing of her breasts, the area around her chest was still very hot. Although her rationality

had returned, her body was still in a state of arousal.

If it weren't for the person's unusually clear-headed appearance, Chihaya probably would have already pressed against him and rubbed against him.

After all, Chihaya was currently in a state of Kagura activation, and her need for 'tuning' was definitely stronger

than usual , but as a Kagura, her hands had long since left her breasts, and Chihaya could only use her

rationality to restrain her physical desires.

As mentioned before, in order for the shrine maiden to gain divine power and an advantage in battle, she must undergo Kagura's

breast-massaging process to satisfy the gods' demands. This also allows Kagura and the shrine maiden to synchronize their rhythms.

In other words, to "tune" the shrine maiden, Kagura must knead her

breasts ; the more the shrine maiden feels the massage, the stronger the divine power she gains.

However, after the "tuning," Kagura must also calm the shrine maiden down and find

a way to fix the divine power within her—if Kagura neglects this, the shrine maiden can only rely on her own

willpower to control her body, which is burning with pleasure.

This is why the "mind" aspect is particularly emphasized in the three major trainings of the shrine maiden: "mind, technique, and body."

Given Chihaya's current rank as a formal shrine maiden, enduring pleasure is certainly possible.

But why suddenly? "

Iso-ri—" Chihaya heard a voice gritting its teeth.

"Put on your clothes."

"But...but..."

"The Tsukiyano family is nearby."

"The Tsukiyano family? Ah!!"

Chihaya sensed it too.

She suppressed the intense pleasure and tried to feel the flow of the wind.

At near-limitless distance, a presence emanated, peering in.

It stirred painful memories of being abandoned a second time—the people, things, and events before her eyes

betrayed her one after another, she struggled in a place without light, a time darker than darkness itself.

The Tsukiyano family was the instigator of all this.

After the death of the demon god Graza, many of the Dark Night's familiars left humankind. Humans didn't blame them;

after all, given the circumstances, no one would follow a half-demon descendant of a demon god who was still just a child

.

Chihaya hadn't experienced these deeply buried past experiences; she only

knew when the demon god had offspring, the entire Konoe family mobilized to search for them, in order to ensure the demon god's descendants survived.

However, for most of the Dark Night's Families, their powerful lord was their

reason Who among the half-demons, who had struggled to escape after their father's murder, would serve them?

Yet, Chihaya felt that the reason for the man's hatred of the Tsukiyano family was more than just that.

Just as Chihaya was considering how to respond, she saw the man pick up two talismans,

infuse , and straighten them.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the two talismans instantly transformed into two straight lines, reaching their target in a flash.

—Shh.

A series of irregular staggering sounds came from afar, expressing the panic and disarray of that aura—of course, the man would

n't actually hit the target, but merely give a warning, telling the Tsukiyano family not to get too close.

The aura, already deliberately suppressed to its limit, now seemed to be on the verge of death, its state becoming very

unstable, potentially undetectable at any moment. Perhaps it was considering whether to continue following the man.

What was Saigu thinking? Why send someone from the Tsukiyano family instead of other shrine maidens? --

Chihaya didn't have time to think about these things before she heard firm footsteps approaching.

"Let's go."

"Yes, sir."

Chihaya grabbed a tree trunk beside her and stood up awkwardly.

Although her body was still numb and her nipples were still swollen and dripping breast milk, she had no choice but to put on her shrine maiden clothes and

follow behind the person who was so persistent.

Really? Delusional fantasies? Prequel (Chapter 3? Child of the Demon God)

Deep in the western forest of the Kingdom of Mainferu, on the only road leading abroad, a carriage was

traveling.

This was a must-pass for merchants, and there were always travelers passing through during the day, but at night, to

avoid being attacked by thieves and monsters, no one would risk traveling through.

Now, a torchbearer, carrying a carriage, is seen rushing through the forest.

Although the choice of late night was intentional to avoid interception by Mainferu's army, the presence of over a dozen heavily armored knights surrounding

the carriage creates a somber atmosphere.

The carriage itself is sparsely decorated, even dilapidated, but the knights' equipment

is of extremely high quality, suggesting the presence of a very important person.

This large contingent of knights, advancing

through the forest, what purpose do they have?

Leading the procession were two knights, one clad in

heavy silver-gray and the other in dark green armor, their backs straight as they surveyed their surroundings.

They were still some distance from their destination.

The group was traveling through the forest at night.

Once they reached this point, they would be leaving Mainferu.

Even though it was risky, they had to travel at night to avoid being intercepted.

"At this moment, I hope the nobleman in the carriage doesn't wake up,"

Garis said with deep emotion, looking ahead at the road.

Being a member of the Garcian King's direct knightly order filled Garis with pride, but

what he had done in Mainferu was something a knight should never do.

"Brother, Brother Garis!"

"What is it, Lurio? We're on an important mission, not chatting."

Garis scolded, but Lurio frowned, clearly displeased.

He spurred his horse to ride alongside Garis before lowering his voice.

"As a knight, I would never want to do something like this."

Lurio said, glancing at the carriage behind them.

Aside from the sound of the carriage wheels, there was no response from inside.

Garis wasn't unaware of the thought, and he deeply shared it, but a knight's duty was

to obey orders; there was no possibility of resisting.

"I said, do you understand the importance of this mission?"

he reminded him again to avoid any unforeseen complications.

However, Lurio's tone was still very reluctant as he looked at the endlessly dark road ahead and said softly,

"I know. To avoid being discovered, we have to leave Mainferu under the cover of night and

enter the city-states before dawn."

"So stop complaining."

"But, a knight of the great nation of Garusia, reduced to leaving in the dark, doesn't brother

feel very resentful?"

"Because recently, the assassins of the Cult of God have been rampant. The commander ordered us to travel under the cover of night

to avoid any unforeseen events."

"That's exactly it. The higher-ups are up to no good, ordering us to take the prince away, yet they've mobilized

so many people. Don't they think it's just an attempt to cover things up?" "That's true." "Even if the Church of God dares to launch a sneak attack, we can take up arms and fight back . This whole thing makes us the ones being hunted." Lurio said, lowering his head. The expeditionary force, originally stationed in the city-state cluster, was now secretly infiltrating enemy territory to abduct the prince of Mainferu under cover of night. This must be incredibly difficult for a proud knight to accept. If discovered, it wouldn't just be a disgrace to the knights, but it would also spread bad rumors about their own country. However , "It's said that the nobles of Mainferu have questioned the royal family's stance." Garis's expression was bitter, seemingly quite reluctant to say this. "To become an ally of our country, they're willing to sacrifice their own prince?" Even with prior planning, successfully abducting a princess wouldn't be an easy task. However, their operation went unexpectedly smoothly; the Duke's itinerary and location seemed to be assisted . In fact, when Gareth arrived at the originally planned destination, the Duke's carriage was parked alone by the roadside, and the Duke himself had been drugged and unconscious. He only needed to order the carriage to be taken away. This left only one explanation. "Because they don't want to be seen as a small border country anymore? They've certainly found a respectable title, and they've even betrayed their comrades who have always helped them," Lurio said sarcastically. Behind this lay lurking forces and money. Mainferu's homeland produced high-quality gold and magical minerals, which they used as leverage to establish friendly relations with the Dark Faction in the East . Therefore, they were blockaded by the western human nations, unable to trade with merchants, and could only rely on trade with the Dark Faction and aid from the Church of God. Furthermore, the exploitation of abundant mineral resources has polluted the country's rivers, making it difficult to produce enough food. Therefore, in trade with the Dark Faction, the value of food is always inflated, requiring the payment of even more minerals, resulting in significant losses for Mainferu. Under these circumstances, the nobles at the heart of the nation began to object to the royal family's actions. Was it really worth betraying the Duke for greater authority? "Letting these valuable resources continue to flow into the hands of the Dark Faction, the nobles must be very envious." "I find it hard to accept. These people betrayed their own country's Duke; who knows if they won't betray us one day?" Garis whispered a reminder in response to the barrage of questions. "In any case, we are just knights; we cannot question our superiors' actions." "I know, don't worry unnecessarily. We just need to escort Princess Sleeping Beauty to the city- states, and the mission will be over." "Good. Focus on the mission." Garis only said this much, but his feelings were the same. The Cult of God, belonging to the Dark side, always generously provided military and material aid to Mainferu whenever it faced war. This was the reason why the royal family, despite knowing their dire situation, maintained their friendship. Although their stances differed between Light and Dark, Garis understood that the "Familiars of the Dark Night" would steadfastly uphold their oaths and were a trustworthy group. Yet, the nobles, in pursuit of their desires, betrayed their comrades who had always steadfastly aided Mainferu. Garis suddenly had a bad feeling. If the nobles' actions were a betrayal of their own country, then ? They were almost out of the forest, only a short distance from the city-states. It was at this moment that they were attacked. The first anomaly was the appearance of two shadows darker than the night itself. The shadows didn't suppress their presence, but their speed was so great that they would likely have been undetectable if not for a passing breeze . Garris quickly looked over, and in that instant, he saw many people's armor shattered in two, bursting into sprays of blood higher than their bodies . *Whoosh! * "What happened?" "A surprise attack! An enemy surprise attack!" Garris's eyes widened as he witnessed the horrific scene before him. In the time it took for a gust of wind to pass, more than ten knights had fallen, unable to even put up a fight, collapsing to the ground along with their horses. Reaching the border, about to leave Mainferu, their attention had been slightly relaxed, only to be met with this. "Enemy attack! Protect the carriage!" "The carriage must not be taken!" Garris immediately ordered, while Lurio drew his sword and stood guard beside the carriage. "If you escape to the city-states, it will be troublesome. Although this is our first meeting, I still ask that you die here." Another gust of wind blew, and blocking the only road leading abroad was a man shrouded in a dark aura . Her ears were somewhat long and thin, clearly not human, yet not as extreme as those of elves, more akin to demons, but lacking the massive wings and fangs of demons. An oriental-style sword hung at her waist. She was likely a young woman, younger than Lurio, dressed in a white blouse and crimson trousers, clearly a young priestess of the Cult of Gods. Garris's eyes widened. He wasn't surprised by the appearance of the Cult of Gods priestess; after all, he had been warned beforehand— "Recently, the Cult of Gods has been extremely active in assassination"—more than a hundred heavily armored knights were there to deal with possible interception by the Cult of Gods.

However, Garris instinctively shivered.

The man's expression was icy.

It wasn't the expression of someone who had lost their mind and gone mad.

He had arrived without warning; no one knew when or how he had come, but his words were

incredibly arrogant.

"My name is Hugh? Elsad, leave behind the carriage of the Duke of Mainferu, and your

lives too."

The man was accompanied only by a priestess, and her attitude remained unwavering in the face of the numerous knights before her.

This was the only assassin sent by the Cult of God, along with the priestess who appeared to have a very large chest but exuded

no murderous intent, carrying a large sword almost as tall as herself—it must have been the Cult of God's unique

"nodachi."

Standing in front of the renowned knights of Garcia in the middle of the night, this contrast would seem

strange .

"Haha! Only two people, what can they possibly do!"

"Wait, Lurio!"

The knights were somewhat bewildered by the sudden killing of ten men, unsure how many were hiding in the forest

preparing to attack, and they all drew their weapons in preparation.

However, when they saw that there were only two people blocking their way, they unconsciously relaxed their vigilance. Lurio and several

knights forgot their caution and launched an attack on the cultists.

If they learned a lesson but failed to gain experience, they would often pay a heavy price. However,

Garis had not expected such a heavy price.

The priestess took a small step forward and reached for the nodachi on her back—in that instant, blood

spurted into the sky again, speckling blood in the air.

"Ugh!"

Several more corpses lay on the ground, torn in two. Lurio even had his weapon raised and mouth agape,

frozen in his last moments.

Garis and the other knights unconsciously took a few steps back.

The situation had changed too drastically and too strangely.

No nor could they prepare for it.

They couldn't even hear the metallic sound of the nodachi striking armor. How did the priestess manage to do it?

But Garris, being a knight of the Garusian Royal Knights, quickly regained his composure, radiating

a powerful aura. He gripped his sword and personally took the lead.

Simultaneously, he calmly directed the guards, quelling the panicked knights and forming a human wall to block

the carriage .

Although they had killed more than ten, nearly a dozen remained guarding the carriage, making a direct assault difficult

. Hugh, however, seemed oblivious, his demeanor remaining as calm as ever.

He casually produced a talisman, the paper emitting a red glow, and took a step forward.

"However, before killing, we must complete the task, Chihaya. Let's stop the carriage first."

The

shrine maiden nodded, placing her hand again on the hilt of her nodachi.

Chihaya, was that the shrine maiden's name?

Before Garris could ponder this further, he heard another familiar voice.

—Thud.

Even with all the knights guarding the carriage, it was all in vain; they couldn't see when the shrine maiden had

struck.

Without a scream, the charioteer's head was severed from his body, rolling on the ground before stopping upon hitting

Lurio 's corpse.

Another person was killed in an instant, and the survivor's face gradually showed terror as

holes .

"Senseless killing is merely a waste of resources, but when used against humans as a means of

retaliation , it doesn't seem so foolish,"

Hugh coldly observed the scene before him, another red-glowing talisman appearing in his hand, offering

this .

The priestess completely obeyed Hugh's orders, killing the charioteer with divine skill, then stood silently beside Hugh, showing

no emotion whatsoever.

"Are you a member of the Cult of God? Why did you kill members of our Knights!?"

Gareth, who had previously appeared calm, finally began to tremble, cold sweat beading on his back, but the current

situation allowed him no room for retreat.

He knew he was facing the greatest crisis of his life; if he took a step back, his fate would be

the same .

"The Cult of God? What is that?"

Upon hearing the name of the Cult of God, Hugh's reaction was quite peculiar. His previously expressionless face revealed a

mocking sneer.

Garis's speculation stemmed from the fact that Mainferu had dealings with the Cult of God. A witch appearing

within Mainferu's borders, and being completely obedient, even turning on the Garcians upon first meeting—it was hard to believe the Cult of God

wasn't behind it.

How did the Cult of God obtain this information? The news of the Garcian Knights abducting the Duke of Mainferu

should have been kept extremely secret. How did the Cult of God know? They even predicted their escape speed and

accurately intercepted them at the border.

However, Hugh seemed to reject this answer, not even taking the Cult of God seriously.

"I only care about whether the mission is completed. Why should I care about their origins? Do you think figuring out my identity will

change your fate of dying here?"

Garis paused, noticed Hugh's ear, and shouted out another answer.

"A half-demon! Could you be a descendant of the Demon God!?"

"Hmm, clever. Now you know why you're attacking, right?"

Hearing the word "half-demon," Hugh's expression twisted into a grimace, and he clutched several more

talismans .

The news of the Demon God being defeated by human heroes was no secret. If the Demon God had left behind descendants…

He must hate humans to the core.

This half-demon came knocking, ordering the priestess to kill over a dozen people; he certainly wasn't there to repent for his sins, but rather to

settle scores—nothing good was coming.

Looking at the corpses on the ground, Garis made up his mind, roared, grabbed his weapon, and charged forward.

"I'll avenge you! Prepare yourself!"

As Garis attacked, he remained wary of the priestess's potential attack; after all, judging from their previous exchange,

the priestess was the greatest threat, while the half-demon remained in the rear.

But unexpectedly, the priestess coldly observed, and the half-demon showed no intention of drawing his sword

until Garis's sword was right in front of him.

He took a step forward, raising the sword high in his right hand, his thumb lightly supporting the hilt, the hilt

striking the blade with a dazzling burst of sparks.

—Clang!

Garis staggered back a few steps, an expression of disbelief on his face.

The half-demon's casual strike had already leveled the score for Garis's initial advantage, but Garis's surprise

wasn't in that. It was in the feeling that his hand, after the sword had pierced the hilt, had bounced back as if it had struck a

solid wall.

His hand was numb, and it took a great deal of effort to regain his grip.

"Heh, for revenge? Well, let me say something too."

"What!?"

At this moment, the half-demon's already ferocious expression became even more distorted.

Garis's eyes widened, a sharp pain shooting through his body. When he looked down, he realized that

three holes had been pierced through his abdomen, blood gushing out.

"Ugh!"

When had he been attacked? Before Garis could even think, his knees instinctively buckled to the ground.

"Slaughtering humans is to avenge my parents! The hatred for those killed by humans!"

Hugh raised his other hand high, sending several small pieces of paper inscribed with ancient script flying outwards.

After landing at several points, they inexplicably ignited, emitting a brilliant yellow light.

Immediately afterward, the yellow light rapidly spread, forming an array with some kind of emblem, enveloping Hugh, the priestess, and

the knights .

Hugh began chanting incantations, a series of obscure and incomprehensible words that Garris had never heard before.

However, as Hugh chanted, the surrounding forest, the ground, and the wild beasts also began to make sounds

. The originally chaotic wind seemed to resonate with everything.

For some reason, these sounds sounded perfectly harmonious, as if playing a melody. The notes

flowed , like a mourning for the deceased

, leading the natural symphony to change, making the yellow light even brighter, transforming into a near-tangible

wall of light.

Garris was horrified; this phenomenon could only lead to one answer.

"Kagura! You're Kagura of the Imperial Palace! You half-demon, you're actually Kagura of the Imperial Palace!"

"Yes. Now I'll give you a requiem, so you can attack without any restraint, right?"

At this moment, the flowing blood seemed to have taken away his strength, causing Garis to collapse to the ground.

His pupils, which were gradually losing focus, opened, and he saw a string of characters written on the ground—

ancient .

In that instant, a lot of information rushed through Garis's mind, but he did not intend to warn the knights behind him

. Apart from having no strength left, he had known very well from the very beginning of the battle.

It was the experience he had once had the honor of receiving guidance from the King of Garcia, the experience he had gained from weapons

—the king who carried the weight of a nation on his shoulders—he felt the same feeling again from Hugh.

The difference between him and the King of Garcia was that the person before him carried endless sorrow,

wounds that could not be healed, a half-demon boy etched on his body that would never be erased.

In his mind, the words spoken by the half-demon echoed again.

"—Slaughtering humans is to avenge my parents! The hatred for those killed by humans!"

Preparations were complete. A dark aura emanated from Hugh, the yellow light's shifts stabilized, and

the talismans seemed to exert a suction force, drawing in layers of earth and stone to conceal them, while simultaneously extending upwards into a pillar of light.

The six talismans were six pillars of light, their rays connecting, the yellow light transforming into a crimson

glow , forming an undisguised magical array.

"This farce is over!"

Hugh's words served as a signal to end the battle.

His finger pointed at the priestess, and the pink light obeyed, converging on her—and

then on the sword in her hand.

Suddenly, the nodachi burst into flames, the immense power emanating from it shaking the heavens and earth;

dozens of knights instinctively took several steps back.

"Trying to escape? My mission, except for the man in the carriage, is for all of you to live."

As Hughie spoke these words, the priestess finally drew her sword—the first time the knights

truly saw what the sword looked like.

—A silver blade stained with blood.

The blood of a dozen knights formed spots of blood droplets around the barrier, and a viscous, murky sound emanated

from it .

The priestess remained motionless, raising the nodachi high with her right hand. A crimson light illuminated the entire barrier,

and the blood droplets seemed to gain self-awareness, beginning to revolve around it.

This gruesome and unnatural phenomenon seemed to be explained by a melodious flute tune—

Hughie had somehow acquired a flute.

A six-hole transverse wind instrument played a low, mournful melody.

If any of the knights had ever listened to kagura, they might have understood—it was a funeral dirge.

As the blood droplets gathered into larger spots, they inexplicably drifted towards the highest point of the barrier, towards the nodachi.

The blade converged, finally forming a crimson sphere, its color even darker than blood, whipping up a

chilling gust of wind that sent shivers down one's spine.

These noises and wind whispered in harmony with the flute music, seemingly spreading the performer's inner world

throughout the barrier, thus permeating hearts.

Therefore, this piece brought the knights only greater despair—as they touched

the darkness within Hugh's heart, the will to resist vanished.

No, it was more accurate to say they were powerless to resist; the moment the notes passed their ears, their bodies lost strength,

leaving only the fear of death.

Stripped of all embellishment, the purest flute music expressed pure power. Music,

by its very nature, is primal and pure, capable of releasing hidden emotions.

Helplessness, sorrow, anger, pleading, resentment—through this flute music, they experienced the boundless darkness within the half-demon's

heart , his endless curse upon the world.

"Offer the sacrifice, heed my call, follow my will—Heavenly Maiden, fulfill our covenant!

Demon Sword Rurin, activate!"

Hearing Hugh's command, the priestess lowered her nodachi, and after

a sound like two heavy arcs rubbing against the air, she sheathed it.

Then, she assumed a stance with her legs spread wide, her left hand gripping the scabbard, her thumb pressing against the tsuba, and her right hand resting on the hilt .

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