True Delusion: The Prequel

The True Delusion: Prequel [
Lineage] Author: kkmanlg Word Count: 8963 True Delusion: Prequel (Chapter 1: Two Fates) Hugh was confused about what he truly was. His father was a demon god, and his mother was human. Originally, these two races, one of the extremes of light and the other of darkness, were incompatible, resorting only to violence, plunder, expulsion, and even murder. These two bloodlines, which originally had no connection, coexisted and coexisted within him. Was he a demon god or a human ? Looking at the flickering flame of the lamp beside him, Hugh sighed. It was a rather simple room, as a warehouse was used as a room; besides being spacious, it was also some distance from the top pillar. Only a single window was located at the very top, so even in broad daylight, the lowest level where Hughie lived was usually shrouded in darkness. This was for the best; after all, light wasn't what Hughie sought. He casually placed the ancient book he was halfway through reading on the table. Understanding books that recorded ancient magical language wasn't difficult, but it still required him 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. He had been at the Cult of Gods for over two years. Had he grown accustomed to this life? Was staying in this place truly acceptable ? Had he forgotten his initial vow ? No, anything was acceptable as long as it allowed him to kill. Only by killing could he continue to remember that vow. Knock, knock. The quiet space was broken by a knock on the door, interrupting Hughie's thoughts. The door opened, and a familiar scent wafted in. A young girl dressed as a shrine maiden entered. Her long, black hair cascaded down to her waist. Her carefully washed red culottes, along with her split-toe socks, completely covered any glimpse of skin. This garment, which normally concealed all feminine charm, now accentuated her curves, perfectly showcasing the girl's unique figure and arousing allure. Her ears, which should have been prominently displayed, were now hidden by long sideburns, replaced by two black and white ears with fine hair on either side of her head. A hole in the back of her culottes revealed a black and white tail, identifying her as a girl. However, for Hugh, this was not something he wanted to concern himself with. "Human." "What's wrong, Chihaya ?" "You seem very tired. " "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 passed down through the Shinna religion. The Shinna religion has 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 away, 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. These books , these records, would one day prove useful. "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 Sakamiya mission come through ?" This was a question Hugh asked every day. Li Wei wasn't dissatisfied with hiding in his room every day studying ancient texts, but what he really wanted to do was immediately pick up a sharpened sword and slaughter all those living in the light, leaving none alive. To avenge his parents. "I want to see blood. To avenge those humans who violently violate women and plunder them." "Here. " Chihaya frowned slightly at the person spouting such arrogance, but still obediently took a black envelope from the full bosom of her shrine maiden robes. Black, a harbinger of darkness that brings light. For Hugh, who had survived by hiding in the shadows, it was perhaps the most fitting color. "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 also 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 race that we are destined to be killed ?" Chihaya didn't answer; rather, she couldn't answer. After all, she too was a hybrid of one-quarter beastman and human, her parents killed by humans and beastmen who hated hybrids. She escaped at the last moment, wandering aimlessly and helplessly, when Hugh took her to the Kagura 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 Shrine and begin her training to become a shrine maiden, but she still frequently visited Hugh. She deeply understood the bitterness in Hugh's heart.

The anger that was about to burst forth, without an outlet, would probably make it impossible to maintain even reason
.
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 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, grasping her breasts.
Because the Saigu had instructed that Chihaya must complete her daily Kagura practice before she could serve Hugh
, her breasts were always most sensitive at these times.
Chihaya could even feel the power throughout her body gradually gathering in her breasts, beginning to change
.
"Mmm...ah
..." Hugh's gentle kneading was enough to arouse Chihaya's body. Her chest area warmed, and
she felt something flowing towards the highest point of her breasts.
Wet marks appeared at the two ends of her high-rising shrine maiden outfit.
Hugh's hands were completely buried in her breasts, his fingers engulfed, as if his palms were being swallowed.
Each
kneading caused the fabric of the shrine maiden outfit to rub against her nipples and breasts, sending a strong, rapid rush to
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 long suppressed were about to spiral out of control.
Hugh pulled open Chihaya's shrine maiden outfit, revealing her white breasts.
Her breasts, so full they seemed to bulge out, defied gravity, showing no sign of sagging.
Like the cow ears on her head and the cow tail at the back of her skirt, they were Chihaya's unique features.
In the dim light, the cherry-pink peaks of her breasts appeared alluringly soft, waiting to be savored.
Drops of fragrant breast milk flowed from the indentation between her nipples,
stimulated by Kagura's kneading, causing her breasts to naturally secrete 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, cupping her breasts in her hands and offering them to Hugh's lips. The breasts, which Hugh had suckled countless times, now glowed slightly— proof of the bond
between Kagura and the shrine maiden . Chihaya's breasts, even just tucked inside her shrine maiden outfit, were alluring; now, fully exposed, their size resembled two large watermelons hanging on her chest. The contrast between them and the fabric of the shrine maiden outfit, along with the white lines of breast milk dripping down her breasts , created a striking three-dimensional effect. The previously simple and dimly lit room was suddenly filled with the mingled scent of sweat and breast milk, a pungent aroma that brought Hugh back to his senses. "Chihaya, where is the location for this mission? " " ..." Hugh released the nipple, a trace of the breast milk he had just sucked 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 a period of suckling, breast milk continued to flow from the nipples that Hughie had pinched between his index and middle fingers, droplets falling along the curves of his breasts, leaving a sweet, wet puddle on the ground. However, Hughie'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 or not to speak . "Chihaya." Hughie emphasized again. He tightened his grip on her nipples with his index and middle fingers, turning the previously dripping breast milk into two jets of water that sprayed out with a whoosh. Fortunately, Chihaya was facing Hughie, otherwise the light would have been extinguished by the breast milk, but in this position, the breast milk directly splashed onto Hughie's face. Some breast milk was spilled on the floor, seemingly possessed by eyes, its scattering patterned and forming strange characters, even emitting a faint glow. However, the scent of breast milk permeating the room seemed insignificant to Hugh; he simply stared intently into Chihaya's eyes, as if trying to see through the cow-girl's hidden thoughts. Chihaya knew that what she was about to say was taboo for Hugh. If that was the case, why the temple ? And why choose this place ? However, the intense pleasure surging through her chest allowed her no further thought. With each spurt of breast milk , her slightly parted lips opened wider and wider. Finally, Chihaya tilted her throat 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 cow-beastman and human, her breasts not only grew larger, but also overflowed with breast 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 resisted fiercely, swallowing all ten fingers completely. The cherry blossom-colored nipple on her chest became hard and sharp, and intense pleasure spread from that point to her entire breast. Every time it was bitten by her teeth, breast milk would spurt out, and Chihaya's moans grew louder and louder.

Although Chihaya usually doesn't talk much, and some even think she might be mute,
she's less reserved in front of others, arching her back and offering her breasts for others to enjoy.
The effect of Kagura on her body is that it makes her breasts even heavier. If Hugh doesn't express all her breast milk , Chihaya's
breasts will probably be unbearably swollen tomorrow, making her uncomfortable all day.
"Ah...uh...ha...ah...uh...
uh... ah
... Moreover, Chihaya is a hybrid of a cow-beastman and a human, so the pleasure is strongest and most intense in her breasts, causing her to show an expression of ecstasy . With each spurt of breast milk, her body convulses, and her skin transitions from snow-white to a crimson blush . Her waist-length black hair sways constantly, letting the continuous stimulation sweep over her body. Chihaya looks down at Hugh with clearly aroused eyes. —Her own man, cupping her breasts, which already far exceed three digits, bringing the two nipples together, and taking both nipples into her mouth at once, sucking them loudly. *Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh! Whoosh whoosh whoosh!* "Ah, ah, umm ah ah umm umm umm, ah gu umm umm umm!" The shrine maidens who knew Chihaya at the Saigu Palace probably found it hard to imagine that Chihaya, who was always expressionless, would make such lewd noises. A sweet pleasure spread throughout her chest, then quickly rushed down to her private parts, and then flowed up to stimulate her brain , repeating endlessly, making Chihaya's mouth water, unable to swallow in time. Her nipples, swollen like cherry blossom buds, made a series of spurting sounds. As the ritual after the Kagura ended reached its final stage, more and more breast milk sprayed out, making Chihaya feel that her lower body was also secreting some kind of liquid. At this moment, a new power began to emerge inside Chihaya's body, and her breasts also emitted a faint glow . Chihaya naturally understood 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. To make a vow, to reaffirm the bond between Kagura and the shrine maiden Kagura. Reluctantly, Hugh released Chihaya's nipple. This wasn't out of displeasure at being interrupted halfway through, but because the bond between him and Chihaya had grown so deep that he could no longer sever it. Chihaya was a cow-beastman, or more accurately, a hybrid of a cow-beastman and a demon, which meant that, like Hugh, she had suffered discrimination since childhood. Chihaya's demon father had been killed by humans who hunted demons long ago, and her mother, in her final moments, entrusted Chihaya to Hugh, giving her one last instruction. "Please give her a place to stay." Therefore, Hugh asked the prestigious Konoe family of the Shinigami Cult to adopt Chihaya. Chihaya quickly displayed the Kagura talent she inherited from her mother and was recommended by the Konoe family to enter the Saigu (Imperial Shrine) . She was a highly anticipated Kagura priestess, and was even said to be 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 found a way to catch up. Helpless, Hugh could only recite the following: "In the name of Hugh Elsad, I forge a covenant with Konoe Chihaya. Sing! Play! This is the mark between you and me, 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 you ...Mmm, mmm! Ahhhhh!" *Whoosh!* *Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh, ... A radiance extended from her breasts to her wrists, body, feet, and face, finally flowing back down to her breasts, as if concentrated before being released, instantly illuminating the entire room. Only a priestess of the Shinigami religion could achieve something like this—the shrine maiden glowing from suckling milk. After a while, the light gradually dimmed, leaving Kagura's head buried in her chest, her body pressed tightly against the priestess's. Chihaya seemed to have reached her climax, pressing her chest against him, her chin resting on Hugh's head, breathing heavily. No more breast milk flowed from her breasts, so Hugh released her nipples. However, the breasts pressed against her face remained heavy and elastic, the nipples red and engorged, emitting a strong scent of breast milk. The abundant milk that had just been secreted was still dripping from her breasts, rolling over smooth, curved lines before dripping onto the ground, leaving several white streaks on her breasts and even forming small, milky streams on the ground. Hugh looked at the expression on Chihaya's face. It wasn't the cold, aloof expression she usually wore during training at the shrine, but rather the blissful expression that only appeared before Hugh, when she offered her breasts. Clearly, Chihaya was in a state of service, and if he wanted to take things further, even if he pushed her down, she probably wouldn't resist at all.

However, upon smelling the milky scent emanating from the cow-girl shrine maiden, Hugh gritted his teeth and released the disheveled Chihaya
.
He picked up the sword from the wall and headed for the door without looking back.
He would shatter Chihaya's last glimmer of hope with his next words.
"The Kingdom of Mainferrule is the target of this mission, right
?" "Y-yes.
" "To think we'd go help my enemy, the Kingdom of Mainferrule, how ironic, hahahahahaha!"
"Human
." "Chihaya, what are you doing? Hurry up and get dressed. I just want to finish this damn mission as soon as possible."
"Yes.
" Hugh uttered this unpleasant sound, leaving Chihaya behind, and walked out of the room.
Subconsciously, he looked up at the night sky, where millions of stars followed.
Unlike Chihaya, no one would accept his half-demon identity, no matter where he went.
Even among the Dark Night's retinue, he had always been an object of contempt.
His lowly human bloodline had defiled the demon god.
Mere existence was met with hostility from humans—a terrifying demon god bloodline.
Keeping him as a livestock by the Imperial Household, his life was like that of livestock.
His desire for revenge seemed to have 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 disappear so easily;
instead, it pierced him again and again.
Demon disease, the ailment of a human-demon hybrid.
Since the onset of demon disease, he had never found acceptance, and had been driven from his original home. He survived only because
his father used a magical ritual when he was young 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 gradually 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 had long, pointed ears unlike humans, but lacked the sharp fangs and claws of demons. Hugh, accompanied by a priestess, gazed at the night sky and murmured to himself, "What do I truly want to pursue ?" The sacred fire burned fiercely. A square platform, adorned with paper tassels, guarded the eternally burning flames of karma. The sacred flame radiated energy, seemingly pouring into the dancing girl. " Spring clouds surge forth, spreading for ten miles across the mountains; have the cherry blossoms already fallen ? Their color now seems different from before. " This impression stemmed from the girl's every movement, almost effortless and natural , making it seem as if the sacred flame, once only something to be revered, was now within her grasp. *Clang! * A deafening roar. "Aaaaaah!" "Wow , so strong! " "Damn it !" The young men and women, knocked from the altar, could only watch with awe as the girl gracefully danced. A short sword and a Kagura bell. The weapon and instrument complemented each other perfectly; each step the girl took brought a melodious ringing. There were still several opponents on the altar, while the girl was alone, clearly at a disadvantage. In this situation , even defense was difficult, let alone launching an attack . Kagura dance requires precise rhythm control and careful performance to ensure the music and steps flow seamlessly . Once combat begins, the carefully choreographed rhythm can become chaotic, leading to a loss of balance and even disarray, potentially resulting in injury . To avoid such situations, Kagura dance is usually performed in groups of several people: the rear guard provides support and the dancers, while the front guard focuses on defending against enemies and preventing interruptions. However— "In vain I grieve, the long rain falls ceaselessly, tears flow ever higher, only wetting my sleeves, for I have no way to meet you, no one to see you ." The girl on the altar, undaunted by her disadvantage, twirled through the crowd, raising her divine bell, instantly altering the rhythm of the performance. Even surrounded by a dozen people, nothing could disrupt her fluid rhythm; her dance was natural, weaving in and out of the gaps between her opponents, yet the bell's sound was as flawless as a normal practice piece. Light, elegant, a turn, a raised hand —clang! Clang! When everyone could see the girl clearly again, all her opponents on the stage had been sent flying, and beside the firelight , a figure more dazzling than the flames appeared . With a soft "whoosh, " the girl gently set down her kodachi and Kagura bell as the music ended. Wearing the uniform of Aitsu Academy, her long, black hair reached her waist, and a large red ribbon tied at the back of her head hung down. The uniform was based on blue and white, with a simple design, featuring only a few touches of black lace on the neckerchief, cuffs, and hem . A large bow at the chest indicated her grade level. Aitsu Academy was an academy that trained Kagura priestesses, teaching students how to dedicate music to the gods; therefore, the uniform design couldn't be too ornate . However, it was precisely this philosophy that best highlighted the pure and innocent charm of a teenage girl of that age . It wasn't too plain, nor overly embellished, avoiding being too dazzling and potentially offending others.

These uniforms, which make girls stand out and are aesthetically pleasing, are quite popular.
After all, regardless of whether they are on the Light or Dark side, the gods' favorite offerings are pure and innocent girls
—the uniforms of Aitsu Academy make the girls look even more refreshing, seemingly appealing to the gods.
That being said—
"
The girl noticed everyone's gaze below the stage and frowned, looking somewhat displeased.
This is quite normal.
After each Kagura performance, the girl inevitably becomes the focus of everyone's attention.
The blue and white uniform accentuates the curves of the girl's slender figure, extending from her back, waist, and hips
to her thighs and calves, creating a breathtaking beauty.
No, if there's one thing that truly makes everyone breathless, it's the object on the girl's chest.
Those were breasts so enormous that the word "huge" lost its meaning.
The girl's body was remarkably slender due to her long-term study of Kagura, yet only her chest area
resembled two towering mountains, seemingly formed by a mountain-building process.
Why would something of that size hang 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 the side
, it was immediately clear that her lower abdomen was completely exposed.
Even with several Aitsu Academy students surrounding her, this girl's presence far surpassed theirs
; the combined weight and solemnity of her presence would only intimidate them.
"It smells so good.
" "It's a scent I miss so much.
" "There's always this smell after Tsukiyano-senpai's performance."
"I really want to inhale more.
" The female students whispered among themselves, surrounded by a fragrance that had appeared in the air without them even noticing.
Dozens of young Onmyoji were even more brazen, inhaling deeply and making lewd expressions
. Some of them were even staring greedily at the girl's chest, their mouths practically watering.
The girl's face grew even colder at everyone's reactions.
She didn't care who was speaking.
However, the physical reaction after the performance was beyond her control.
This fragrance—the fragrance of breast milk.
After all, playing Kagura was originally a practical act of communicating with the gods, so
the amount of breast milk produced would vary depending on the intensity and duration of the battle.
Moreover, the girl had just switched between two different performance styles, naturally putting more strain on her chest.
Her displeasure, besides being directed at the surrounding crowd, likely stemmed from the 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 scent of milk wafting from the stage clearly indicated her 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 particularly care about
this seemingly sarcastic remark . 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. I'm sorry, but I don't intend to agree right now, especially to these people; they clearly have ulterior motives." "Yes, rather than being attracted to the name 'Tsukiyano,' it's more that ..." The shrine maiden shook her head helplessly. Tomoe didn't say it directly, but the meaning was clear. Tomoe's indifference remained unchanged; she didn't even glance at the young Onmyoji staring intently at her body, their gazes clearly fixed on her chest. The surrounding female students made a commotion, looking at the girl on the stage with envy and awe. Any student at Aijutsu Academy would likely be astonished by the conversation between the shrine maiden and the young girl. After all, making a vow is not something a student who has only been enrolled for a few months should possess . This statement essentially acknowledges that the girl's strength is enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with the third and fourth-year upperclassmen . Thinking about it carefully, this is quite normal; judging from Tomoe's bust size, it far surpasses most of the upperclassmen . Bust size = Kagura's ability—this has been Kagura's unchanging conclusion for years. "From a mentor's perspective, I don't want to limit your development, but Aijutsu Academy also has its own difficulties. We can't keep refusing the Onmyōryō's requests. I hope you understand." The shrine maiden touched her cheek with one hand and spoke gently. Her beautiful face seemed to recall the pressure she had endured over the past few days, her brows furrowing slightly, showing her concern.

She was filled with emotion.
She also knew very well that if a girl playing Kagura didn't have a connection with it, she absolutely couldn't
play Kagura that would satisfy the gods.
The school believed that only when students found Kagura that resonated with their own sensibilities could they maximize its power
. Therefore, the school generally didn't interfere with how students decided on their Kagura.
The reason they had Tomoe hold this demonstration performance was to show that no one was currently capable of
being Tomoe's Kagura, thus silencing the Onmyōryō (the monastery of Yin and Yang).
However, despite her words , the shrine maiden handed Tomoe a note from an angle that prevented everyone present
from seeing
clearly.
Tomoe glanced at it, a puzzled expression on her face.
"This is...
" "An order from the Shrine Maiden, to take you to this place."
"The Shrine Maiden
?" Tomoe couldn't immediately understand what the shrine maiden meant, tilting her head in thought.
"Does this mean I have to participate in the war
?" "No, once you get there, just observe. Don't interfere."
"Why is that
?" At that moment, a bright smile suddenly appeared on the shrine maiden's face.
"This is a direct order from Prince Hirana Toya. You'll understand when you get there."
"I understand, Prince Hirana.
" Hearing the name Hirana Toya, Tomoe frowned slightly, but still nodded.
Now, as a student of Aitsu Academy, she had no reason to refuse the Shrine Maiden's highest-ranking orders.
"It's a bit far, so I'll allow you to leave early today. Set off as soon
as possible. Once you arrive, tell me everything that happened to you." "
Yes.
" Although he had questions, Ba nodded and put away his weapons and musical instruments. Main Text [
Line ] Author: kkmanlg Word Count: 5342 Whoosh, whoosh , whoosh ! Whoosh, whoosh ... A shadowy figure, seemingly humanoid, appeared faintly. The reason it was impossible to determine if this figure was human was that the earth was shrouded in darkness, and the light from the bioluminescent insects was too weak, only able to illuminate a vague outline, making the shadow even more ambiguous. *Whoosh, whoosh-puff! * *Whoosh-shh~~~~ Whoosh-whoosh! * However, the persistent damp sound was clearly different from the insect's chirping. If someone with even slightly better hearing were nearby, their eardrums should be able to distinguish this damp sound from the insect's chirping . A series of sounds, sometimes high-pitched and sometimes low-pitched, were sometimes spraying water, sometimes flowing water, sometimes dripping water. But what was certain was that these sounds came from the same thing, and were essentially identical. This makes things even more puzzling. If the essence is the same, why does the quality of the voice change so drastically ? *Whoosh whoosh, drip-drip, rustle-swish * This damp tone is understated and restrained, seemingly blending into the surrounding darkness. Its fluctuating pitch is like an improvisational piece of music. The persistent timbre seems to fill in the gaps in the insect chirping, naturally establishing a rhythm in the chaotic sounds of the forest. Even the glowing insects seem to fly faster, as if excited by this melody. However, the intermittent moans interspersed among the damp tone— "Ughh ... If you had to describe the impression this sound gave, the only word that comes to mind is "panting." If a woman heard it, she would surely blush and feel her body heat up immediately. As the glowing insects gradually gathered, the originally blurry outline slowly transformed into a clearly defined human figure. "Ahhhhhh... " Long, black hair, deeper than the darkness of the night, fell messily to the ground, revealing the figure's inner state. The red culottes, a darker shade of red, covered her long, slender legs, revealing not a single inch of skin. Occasionally , soft sounds could be heard, from the thighs restlessly rubbing together inside the culottes. From the inner thighs, besides the barely suppressed rubbing sounds, there was a faint, mysterious wetness, conveying a sense of restless anxiety. In stark contrast, the girl's sacred shrine maiden robes had slipped completely down, barely hanging at her waist, partially covering her trousers. The overlapping folds of the two different colored fabrics outlined the girl's astonishingly slender waist, perhaps the result of daily training, leaving her abdomen without an ounce of fat and displaying a remarkably healthy complexion. Smooth shoulders and delicate wrists—female flesh that shouldn't be found in such places—added an even more alluring touch in the night forest . From a visual perspective, the girl's upper body was almost entirely exposed, her full breasts held in someone's hands, deforming freely with the rhythm of kneading like musical instruments, while simultaneously emitting a moist sound. *Whoosh...whoosh, whoosh! * "Mmm, huff, huff, huff!" Those wet, wet sounds came from the girl's chest. Her shrine maiden outfit was 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 Priestess, which she displayed without reservation.
Because the skin of her breasts was so white, illuminated by the glowing insects around her, her skin appeared even more
supple and delicate, 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, which held her breasts, changed their kneading rhythm, deliberately gliding over the nipples without grasping them
, lightly touching them as if scratching an itch.
However, for her extremely sensitive breasts, this action was enough to bring intense stimulation, causing
the energy accumulated within her body to concentrate in her chest.
Only a short time had passed since the breast massage began, yet both breasts already felt warm to the touch,
their smooth, marble-like skin tracing several white lines, exuding the unique fragrance of breast milk.
At the same time, streams of breast milk continuously gushed from both nipples, wetting the palms of the hands kneading her breasts, her shrine maiden robes, and the ground—
all bearing traces of dripping breast milk.
*Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh whoosh!
* "Aaaaah! Mmm, ah, ahhhhhh!
" Those shrine maidens who knew Chihaya, if they saw her like this, would surely be filled with envy,
and find it hard to believe.
The cow-like shrine maiden, whose face remained expressionless and who never uttered a word, no matter how brilliantly she played the kagura
, was now displaying such an alluring posture
. Chihaya's face flushed crimson; the intense stimulation emanating from her breasts caused her to involuntarily stick out her tongue, saliva dripping
down her chin, collarbone, and finally onto her breasts.
The clear saliva mixed with the white breast milk, the pleasure and kagura energy 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,
flowing towards her chest, seeking the pink outlet at the very tip.
Chihaya lowered her gaze, watching herself being 'tuned' and spurting out large amounts of breast milk
; streams of white water shot out from her cherry blossom-colored nipples directly below.
" Ahhhhhh
,
hooahh ... The hands kneading Chihaya's breasts made no exaggerated movements—in fact, they didn't use any gripping force to knead or pinch. They simply focused on using their fingers to stimulate the sensitive spots all over her breasts, a practiced skill akin to playing a real musical instrument. No, even a true court pianist would find it difficult to match the playing technique 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, ahh, ahh!" The tuning was nearing its final stage. Her breasts, wet with sweat and breast milk, pressed against the hands. Each time the flesh deformed with the fingers, Chihaya's body would tremble involuntarily, and thick breast milk would spurt from her nipples. The shrine maiden's outfit, which usually covered her body completely and was used for playing Kagura, now hung precariously around her abdomen, creating a stark contrast that made it all the more alluring. As a half-breed of the cow race, Chihaya's shrine maiden outfit was already nearly overflowing due to her rapidly developing breasts . Now, with her breasts exposed, her flesh tightly grasped, and copious amounts of breast milk flowing out, the obscenity was amplified considerably. "Haaah, ahhhhhh, huff, huff, huff, huff, haaah, haaah ..." Kagura used her hands to channel the Kagura energy within her body to her breasts, causing her pale pink nipples to swell into hemispherical shapes. Her nipples hardened, becoming as elastic as dogwood, and were pinched between fingers, rubbed incessantly . Each rub sent electric currents coursing through Chihaya's spine, causing her body to tremble uncontrollably. *Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh * As breast milk gushed from Chihaya's breasts, the Kagura energy accumulated within her chest gradually synchronized with the kneading hands, and intense magical power flowed from her hands back into her breasts. Her breasts were cupped and kneaded repeatedly, without causing Chihaya pain, while her fingers pinched her nipples, rotating them left and right to squeeze out the breast milk. Chihaya's body emitted a faint glow, and with each tremor, breast milk gushed out, staining her red skirt and creating a puddle of water on the ground beneath her shoes and socks, 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, retaliated by pressing tightly against her palms. " Ah... ah ...

A series of lewd, hissing sounds emanated.
A white expanse appeared before her eyes—the last of the expressed breast milk, rapidly evaporating and sublimating, forming a layer of 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 quite a doll, it wore a shrine maiden's outfit, its design different from Chihaya's, exposing its shoulders and sides, and
its skirt and trousers were short, reaching only halfway down its thighs.
This shrine maiden's outfit emphasized the doll's curves, yet
the divine spirit emanating from its fair skin transcended what a doll could express.
The divine totem on the cuffs of the shrine maiden's outfit was Ame-no-Tama-no-Mikoto. Ame-no-Tama-no-Mikoto, the goddess worshipped by the Imperial Guard.
This doll—or rather, a miniature avatar of the goddess—danced gracefully above Chihaya's head with a smile.
As the two-headed goddess appeared, Chihaya's nipples also slightly erected, and breast milk sprayed upwards
. The goddess danced between the sprays of milk.
Her hands responded to the goddess's movements, moving their positions with varying pressure, kneading her large 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 of milk landed on Chihaya's face and hair.
The goddess's smile was radiant; she seemed quite satisfied with Chihaya's breast milk.
Chihaya rubbed her legs 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 scent different from breast milk.
The goddess, watching the milk-producing shrine maiden being expressed, radiated a dazzling light, her powerful divine energy surging forth
. She parted her lips slightly and uttered a few words
: "Contract complete.
" "Strength and speed +5, Kagura Form 1 'Demon Sword Milk Rin' usable.
" Chihaya also opened every cell in her body, minimizing any possible physiological reactions. After all
, any thought of resistance would undo all her previous breast-rubbing.
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 enormous breasts protruding forward, her cherry-blossom-colored nipples swollen to their limit, from which flowed breast milk possessing immense power . Once the milk was
completely drained, divine power filled her breasts, fully preparing her for the battle to come
. " Hoo-hmm
, ahhhhhhh, hoo-hmm-hmm-hah ... The intense pleasure from her breasts would bring her even greater strength—the thought of being able to help others filled 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 raised her still somewhat weak eyes and looked ahead. "A person" It was as if they were a different person from when her breasts were being massaged; the gentle caress of her breasts was gone, replaced by a cold expression. The same as Chihaya's past memories —like flames, like blood, telling of the sorrow and cruelty of the past, the intense red, fiery red eyes possessed by a half-demon. So, in the end, he 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 constant, subtle tremor emanated from the person's body; the right hand gripping the sword seemed to twitch. 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, quickly." With his back to the naked, offering-his-body cow-like shrine maiden, the person uttered these unromantic words, a fierce killing intent seeping from between his teeth—if he hadn't clenched his teeth, he might have roared out in a fit of rage. "Put on your clothes. " Chihaya felt somewhat exhausted. Due to the breast massage, her chest area was still very hot. Although her rationality had returned, her body was still in a state of arousal. If she weren't unusually lucid, Chihaya probably would have already pressed herself against him. After all, Chihaya was currently in a state of Kagura's influence, and her need for "tuning" was definitely stronger than usual . However, as Kagura, her hands had already released 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 gain an advantage in battle, she had to go through Kagura's breast massage process to satisfy the gods' requirements. This also allowed Kagura and the shrine maiden to synchronize their rhythms. In other words, in order to "tune" the shrine maiden, Kagura had to knead the shrine maiden's breasts . The more the shrine maiden felt from the breast massage, the stronger the divine power she would gain. However, in return, after the 'tuning' ended, Kagura also had to calm the shrine maiden down and find a way to fix the divine power on her—if Kagura ignored this, the shrine maiden would have to rely solely on her willpower to control her body, which was burning with pleasure. This is why the shrine maiden's three major trainings—'mind, technique, and body'—especially emphasize the 'mind' aspect. Given Chihaya's current rank as a formal shrine maiden, enduring pleasure was certainly possible. But why did she suddenly ... Iso-chihaya heard a sound of clenched teeth. "Put on your clothes."

"But...but...
" "The Tsukiyano family is nearby."
"The Tsukiyano family!!"
Chihaya sensed it too.
She suppressed the intense pleasure and tried to feel the flow of the wind.
At near-limitless distance, a presence came, peering in.
It stirred painful memories of being abandoned a second time—everyone, everything before her eyes betrayed her
, 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 her side. She didn't blame them;
after all, given the circumstances at the time, no one would follow a half-demon descended from a demon god, who was still just a child
.
These deeply buried past experiences were something Chihaya had never experienced. She only learned from the Konoe family that
when they learned the Demon God had offspring, the entire Konoe family mobilized to search for them, hoping to ensure the Demon God's descendant's survival.
However, for most of the Dark Night's familiars, their powerful lord was their reason for survival
. When their fathers were murdered, who among the half-demons, who struggled to escape, would be willing to 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 pondering how to respond, she saw the man pick up two talismans, infuse them with magic power
, making them straight.
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 the aura—of course, the person
wouldn'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, as if it might become undetectable at any moment, perhaps considering whether to continue tracking the person.
What was Saigu thinking? Why send the Tsukiyano family instead of other shrine maidens
? Chihaya didn't have time to think about these things when 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 tingling and her nipples were still swollen and dripping breast milk,
Chihaya had no choice but to put on her shrine maiden outfit and follow behind, without bothering to wipe herself, in order to keep up with the person above her.
True Delusion: The Prequel (Chapter 3: The Demon God's Child)
Deep in the western forests of the Kingdom of Mainferl, on the only road leading abroad, a carriage was traveling
.
This was a must-pass for merchants; during the day, travelers would pass through, but at night, to avoid
attacks from thieves and monsters, no one would risk traveling through.
Now, a torch-bearing figure stands amidst the chaos of the night.
Although the choice of late hour was intentional to avoid interception by Mainferu's army,
the sheer number of heavily armored knights surrounding the carriage exudes a somber atmosphere.
The carriage itself is sparsely decorated, even shabby, but the knights' equipment
is of exceptionally high quality, suggesting that a very important person must reside within.
"A knight force of this size... what's their purpose in venturing
into the forest? "
Two older knights, one clad in silver-gray and the other in dark green heavy armor,
led the way, their backs straight as they surveyed their surroundings. They were still
some distance from their destination.
The group traveled through the forest at night.
Once they reached this point, they would be far from Mainferu.
Even though it meant taking risks, they had to travel at night to avoid being intercepted.
"At this moment, I hope the nobleman in the carriage doesn't wake up,
" Garris said, looking at the road ahead with deep emotion.
As the direct knightly order of the King of Garusia, Garis was deeply proud, but
what he had done in Mainferu was something a knight should never do.
"Brother, Brother Garis!"
"What is it, Rurio? We're on an important mission, not chatting."
Garis scolded, but Rurio 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."
Rurio finished speaking and glanced at the carriage behind him.
Apart from the sound of the carriage wheels, there was no response from inside.
Garis wasn't unaware of this thought, and he deeply agreed, but a knight's duty was to obey,
with no possibility of resisting orders.
"I said, do you understand the importance of this mission?
" he reminded him again to avoid any unforeseen complications.
However, Rurio's tone was still very unwilling. Looking at the endless, dimly lit road before him, he said softly,
"I know. To avoid being discovered, we have to leave Mainferu under the cover of night
. We need to enter the territory of the city-states before dawn."
"So stop complaining."
"But, a knight of the mighty 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,
probably to avoid any unforeseen circumstances."
"That's it," Lurio said, lowering his head. "The higher-ups are up to no good, ordering us to take the Duke away, yet sending
so many people. Don't they think it's just an attempt to cover things up?"
"That's true ," Lurio replied.
"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." The expeditionary force, originally stationed in the city-states, was now secretly infiltrating enemy territory to take the Duke 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 country. However, "It's said that the nobles of Mainferu have questioned the royal family's stance," Garris said bitterly, seemingly reluctant to say it. "To become our ally, they're willing to sacrifice their own country's prince? " Even with prior planning, successfully abducting a princess wouldn't be easy. However, their operation went unexpectedly smoothly; the prince's itinerary and location seemed to be assisted behind the scenes . In fact, when Garris arrived at the planned destination, the prince's carriage was parked alone by the roadside, and the prince himself had been drugged and unconscious. He only needed to order the carriage to be taken away. This leaves only one explanation. "Because they don't want to be seen as a small border country anymore, they've certainly found a good excuse, and they've even betrayed their allies who have always helped them." Lurio's words were laced with sarcasm. Behind it all, lurking forces and money. Mainferu, a nation rich in high-quality gold and magical minerals, used these as leverage to forge friendly relations with the Dark Faction in the East. Consequently, it faced blockades from western human nations, unable to trade with merchants and forced to rely on trade with the Dark Faction and aid from the Church of God. Furthermore, the exploitation of its abundant mineral resources polluted its rivers, making it difficult to produce sufficient food. This resulted in inflated food prices in trade with the Dark Faction, requiring the delivery of even more minerals, causing Mainferu to suffer significant losses. Under these circumstances, the nobles at the heart of the nation began to object to the royal family's actions. "To gain greater authority, are they willing to betray their own country ?" "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 ruler; who knows if they won't betray us one day?" Garis whispered a reminder 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- state cluster, 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 Faction, always generously provided military and material aid whenever Mainferu faced war . This was the reason why the royal family, knowing their dire situation, maintained their friendship. Although their stances differed between light and darkness, Garis understood that the "Familiars of the Night" were a group steadfast in upholding their oaths and worthy of trust. Yet, the nobles, driven by their desires, had betrayed their comrades who had always steadfastly supported Mainferu. Garis suddenly had a bad feeling. If the nobles' actions constituted a betrayal of their own country, what would become of Garcia, the land that had accepted them? 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 sign of the anomaly was 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 had a breeze not blown through them . Garris quickly looked over, and in that instant, he saw many people's armor shattered in two, bursting into sprays of blood taller than their bodies. *Swoosh! * "Ughhh!" "What happened ?" "A surprise attack! An enemy surprise attack!" Garris's eyes widened as he stared at 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 momentary lapse in attention had resulted in 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, things will get complicated. Although this is our first meeting, I still have to ask you to die here." Another gust of wind blew in, and blocking the only road leading abroad was a man shrouded in a dark aura. His ears were somewhat long and thin, clearly not human, yet not as extreme as those of elves, more like a demon , but without the massive wings and fangs of demons. He carried an oriental-style sword at his waist. He was probably a young man, younger than Lurio, dressed in a white t-shirt and crimson trousers, clearly a young girl from 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 assassins have been rampant"—more than 100 heavily armored knights were there to deal with possible interception by the Cult of Gods.

However, Garris instinctively shivered.
The man's face was icy cold.
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."
The man was accompanied only by a priestess, whose demeanor remained unwavering in the face of the numerous knights before him.
This was the only assassin from 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—likely the Cult of God's unique
"Nodachi.
" Standing before the renowned knights of Garusia in the middle of the night, such a contrast would seem strange to anyone
.
"Haha! Only two people, what can they do!"
"Wait, Lurio!"
The knights, bewildered by the sudden loss of ten men, were unsure how many were hiding in the forest
preparing to attack. They drew their weapons in preparation.
However, seeing only two blocking their path, they unconsciously relaxed their guard. Lurio and several other
knights, forgetting their caution, launched an attack on the cultists.
If one learns a lesson but fails to gain experience, the consequences are often severe. However,
Garis hadn't expected such a heavy price.
The priestess took a small step forward, reaching for her nodachi on her back—in that instant, blood sprayed into the sky once more
, specks of blood filling the air.
"Ugh!
" Several more corpses lay on the ground, torn in two. Lurio was even
frozen in his final moments, his weapon still raised and mouth agape.
Gareth and the other knights involuntarily took a few steps back. The situation had changed too drastically and too strangely. No one could catch a glimpse of
when the priestess drew her sword and struck, nor could they prepare any defenses. They couldn't even hear the metallic sound of the nodachi striking armor. How had the priestess done such a thing ? But Gareth was, after all, a knight of the Garcian Royal Knights. In an instant, he regained his composure, emanating a powerful aura. He gripped his sword and stood at the forefront. At the same time, he calmly directed the others to prepare, calming the previously panicked knights and forming a human wall to block the carriage. Although more than ten people had been killed, nearly a dozen remained guarding the carriage, making a direct assault difficult . Hugh seemed oblivious to this, his demeanor remaining calm. 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 the carriage stop first." The priestess nodded, placing her hand again on the hilt of her nodachi. Chihaya, was that the priestess's name ? Before Gareth could ponder this further, he heard another familiar voice. —Thud. Even with all the knights guarding the carriage, their efforts were in vain; they couldn't see when the priestess had struck . Without a scream, the carriage driver's head separated from his body, rolling on the ground before finally stopping upon hitting Lurie's corpse. In an instant, another person was killed, and the survivor's face gradually showed a look of terror, with holes appearing in his thick defenses. "Senseless killing is just a waste of resources, but when used against humans as a means of tit-for-tat retaliation, it doesn't seem so foolish." Hugh coldly watched the scene before him, another red-glowing talisman appearing in his hand, uttering this calm comment. The priestess completely obeyed Hugh's orders, killing the charioteer with miraculous skill, then stood silently beside Hugh, showing no emotion whatsoever. "You are 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 retreated even a step, his fate would be the same. "What is the Cult of God ?" Hearing the name of the Cult of God, Hugh's reaction was quite peculiar; his previously expressionless face revealed a mocking sneer. Garris's speculation stemmed from the fact that Mainferu had dealings with the Cult of God . A witch appearing in Mainferu territory, and being completely obedient, even attacking the people of Garcia upon first meeting— it would be hard to believe the Cult of God wasn't behind it. How did the Cult of God obtain this information about the Garcia Knights' abduction of the Prince of Mainferu ? It should have been extremely secretive. How did the Cult of God know, and even predict their escape speed, accurately intercepting them at the border? However, Hugh seemed to reject this answer, even disregarding the Cult of God. "I only care about completing the mission. Why should I care about your origins ? Do you think figuring out my identity will change your fate of dying here?" Gareth paused, then noticed Hugh's ears and shouted out another answer. "A half-demon! Are you a descendant of the Demon God?!" "Hmm, clever. Now you know why we're attacking. " Hearing the word "half-demon," Hugh's expression became somewhat ferocious, and he held up several more talismans in his hand . 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.
A half-demon coming to our door, ordering a priestess to kill over a dozen people, he certainly isn't here to repent for his sins;
it can only be revenge, and nothing good will come of it.
" Looking at the corpses on the ground, Garis made up his mind, roared, grabbed his weapon, and charged forward.
"I will avenge myself! 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 before his eyes, at which point the half-demon finally moved.
He took a step forward, raising the sword high in his right hand, his thumb lightly supporting the hilt
. The hilt struck the blade precisely, creating a dazzling burst of sparks.
—Clang!
Gareth stumbled back a few steps, an expression of disbelief on his face.
The half-demon's casual strike had just leveled the score, but Gareth's surprise
wasn't in the hilt itself, but in the feeling in his hand after the sword had pierced the blade
—as if he'd struck a solid wall, bouncing heavily outwards.
His hand throbbed, and it took considerable effort to regain his grip.
"Heh, revenge, huh? Well, I'll say something too."
"What!
" At this moment, the half-demon's already ferocious expression twisted even more grotesquely.
Gareth's eyes widened, a sharp pain shooting through his body. Looking down, he
saw three holes pierced his abdomen, blood gushing out.
"Ugh!
" Before Gareth could even process when he'd been attacked, his knees buckled to the ground.
"Slaughtering humans! To avenge my parents! The hatred for those killed by humans!"
Hughie raised his other hand high, sending several small sheets of paper inscribed with ancient script flying.
After landing at a few points, they spontaneously combusted, emitting a brilliant yellow light.
The light quickly spread, forming a pattern with some kind of emblem, enveloping Hughie, the priestess, and the knights
.
Hughie began chanting incantations in a series of obscure words Gareth had never heard before.
However, when Hugh chanted the incantation, the surrounding forest, ground, and wild beasts also emitted sounds
. The originally chaotic wind resonated with everything.
For some reason, these sounds sounded perfectly harmonious, as if playing a melody, the notes flowing slowly
, like mourning the dead
. As the music progressed, the changing melody led to the yellow light becoming increasingly brilliant, turning 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 Kagura of the Imperial Palace!"
"Yes. Now I'll give you a requiem, so you can attack without restraint.
" At this moment, the flow of blood seemed to drain his strength, causing Garris to collapse to the ground.
His pupils, gradually losing focus, opened to see a string of characters written on the ground—ancient
script for summoning spirits.
In that instant, a flood of information rushed through Garris's mind, but he made no move to warn the knights behind him
. Besides being utterly exhausted, he had known this from the very first battle.
It was the experience he had gained from the guidance of the King of Garcia, the experience he had gleaned from weapons—the feeling of
a king bearing the weight of a nation's destiny—he felt that same feeling again in Hugh.
The difference between this man and the King of Garcia was that the man before him carried endless sorrow,
wounds that could never heal, a half-demon boy etched into his very being.
In his mind, the half-demon's words echoed once more:
"Slaughtering humans is to avenge my parents! The hatred for those killed by humans!" Preparations were complete. A dark aura emanated from Hugh, and
the shifting yellow light stabilized.
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 to each other, the yellow light transforming into a crimson glow ,
forming an undisguised magical array.
"It's time to end this farce!"
Hugh's words served as a signal to end the battle.
His finger pointed at the priestess, and the pink light obeyed his command, converging on her—and then
on the sword in her hand.
Suddenly, the nodachi burst into flames, its immense power earth-shattering.
Dozens of knights instinctively took several steps back.
"Trying to escape? My mission is to spare your lives, except for the man in the carriage."
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 thick, murky sound emanated from it
.
The priestess remained still, raising her nodachi high with her right hand. A crimson light illuminated the entire barrier, and the blood
droplets seemed to gain consciousness, beginning to revolve around it.
This horrific, unnatural phenomenon seemed to be explained by a melodious flute tune—
Suddenly, Hughie held a flute in his hand.
The six-hole transverse wind instrument played a low, sorrowful melody.
If any of the knights had any knowledge of Kagura, they might understand—it's a funeral dirge.
After the blood droplets coalesced into larger droplets, they inexplicably drifted towards the highest point of the barrier, towards the nodachi.
The blade concentrated, finally forming a crimson sphere, its color even darker than blood, whipping up a
chilling wind that sent shivers down one's spine.
These noises and wind sounds blended perfectly with the flute music, as if spreading the performer's inner world
throughout the entire barrier, thus influencing hearts.
Therefore, this piece brought the knights only greater despair—as they touched
the darkness within Xiu's heart, the will to resist vanished.
No, it was more that 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, using only the purest flute music to express pure power, music,
by its very nature, is the most primal and pure, capable of releasing certain emotions hidden deep within.
Helplessness, sorrow, anger, pleading, resentment—through this flute melody, they felt
the boundless darkness within the half-demon's heart, an endless curse upon the world.
"Offer a sacrifice, heed my call, follow my will—Heavenly Maiden, fulfill our covenant!
Demon Sword, Rin, activate!"
Hearing Hugh's instruction, 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, left hand gripping the scabbard, thumb pressing against the hilt, right hand on the sword handle.

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