High School Hack and Slash Chapter 142 Part 2
「Mm, I did guess as much. Looks liketh the outside w’rld is as ov’rflowing with hardship as ev’r, huh.」
「The outside world, huh?」
「Has’t thee did notice? As I bethought, thou art not a lacking valor guesseth’r, huh. The screweth on thy headeth appeareth to beest loose, though.」
Even if the inhabitants of the miniature garden called Raid have acquired a certain amount of ego, would they ever come up with the concept of the outside of the world, I wonder?
It doesn’t seem like she’s just been influenced by the foreign objects known as『Challengers』 that have visited this place thus far.
Rather, please stop dissing me so casually.
「Alloweth me seeth… What is thy bethought about the『Other World (Raid)』, Muko-dono?」
「Hmm.」
I never would have thought that I would be asked such a question by an NPC of the raid in question.
If I have to give a textbook answer, I would say that it’s a singularity that occurs in a dungeon.
If we’re talking about principles, the dungeon itself is an unreasonable and mysterious entity to begin with.
I can’t even begin to imagine what kind of system is constructed there.
「I guesseth so. But yond so-call’d system tells us the answ’r. Yond t is an『Other World (Raid)』. How doest t soundeth to thee, Muko-dono? 『Other World (Brain World)』, doest t not soundeth to has’t the same meaning as well?」
「… I see.」
「Then what kind of beings art those who is’t existeth in yond w’rld doth thee bethink?」
The queen catches a mysterious jellyfish, which is floating around the room in place of a light source.
「A bawbling oth’r w’rld (raid) is a miniature garden in and of itself. Th’re is nay way f’r t to beest able to maintaineth a cyclical ecosystem. At most wondrous, only harmless apparitions liketh this one can occureth th’re. Howev’r, we art eke the same as this one.」
*Squish, squish* The jellyfish emits a faint light as it gets poked.
「The ‘rigin substance (miasma), well then, how doest yond soundeth, I wond’r? T is yond which f’rms us. The distinction between real and fake is meaningless. Wheth’r one is m’re stable ‘r is a transient illusion. But the ‘rigin is the same. 」
「What a philosophical talk.」
「Hohoho. Bethought is an amusement, thee knoweth? Well, fine, alloweth us returneth to the matt’r at handeth. I believeth yond『Other Worlds (Raid)』 art the eggs of the w’rld. Oth’r w’rlds may cometh in many diff’rent f’rms, but those gents all has’t one thing in ingraft.」
The jellyfish, freed from the queen’s hands, slowly goes up to the ceiling.
「Wheth’r t did occur naturally, ‘r t wast spawn’d by some kind of existence. In the case of this oth’r w’rld (raid), t is belike the f’rm’r. T is an egg, undiff’rentiat’d and unf’rmed, did fill with nothing but possibilities. Such a blank w’rld wast given directionality, and t tooketh shapeth. I knoweth not if ‘t be true th’re is any artifice in t ‘r not, though.」
I’ve already given up trying to understand, but the queen continues on with the story without paying it any mind.
「Howev’r, t might has’t been something given, but t hath led to the w’rld harb’ring directionality, nonetheless. Aft’rwards, as t hath grown, t tooketh on a m’re distinct shapeth and did turn larg’r and larg’r, I supposeth.」
「Hmm.」
「I’m s’rry, this is not a tush tush i can speak of with anyone, aft’r all. I end’d up getting too imm’rs’d in t. Prithee beareth with me f’r a moment. If ‘t be true thee cannot standeth t, thou art free to ravish me all thee wanteth, thee knoweth?
Emphasizing her cleavage, she smiles impishly.
To be honest, it’s true that I’ve become rock hard, but it doesn’t hurt to listen to her story.
「Hohoho. Anon then, alloweth me answ’r the questioneth from earli’r. What kind of beings art we? Most likely, we w’re diff’rent in the beginning. We w’re belike npcs in the same shapeth and f’rm as ourselves. Howev’r, yond wouldst beest too incomplete of beings. And the rules of the oth’r w’rld (raid) wilt not has’t been settled, too… Th’ref’re, we, who is’t w’re taken in by t, wilt has’t been hath used as a complement. As mat’rials, I supposeth.」
「That’s….」
「P’rhaps we eke w’re challeng’rs, ‘r p’rhaps we w’re just strays who is’t hath happened to beest taken in. But anon we art just the shadow of our f’rm’r selves.」
I’m at a loss for words at the story that’s told so casually.
「Ah, receiveth not me wrong, well enow? We art not patchw’rk of carrions the same kind as frankenstein. We belike just has’t our thoughts and charact’rs recycl’d. Or p’rhaps our『souls』, thee couldst sayeth. We who is’t art b’rn in such a mann’r art belike m’re liketh a desires demand’d by the w’rld, as crossed to dolls. P’rhaps this is clos’r to the answ’r to the questioneth yond thee hath felt, muko-dono.」
「Mm.」
「F’r us, t wast not so longeth ago yond we cameth to beest in living of self-aware liketh this. Well then, since at which hour wast t, i wond’r? I rememb’r at which hour the w’rld greatly shaked, but….」
Could it be the time when the Tartarus Arena made an『Advent』, I wonder?
It was a story from roughly more than a hundred years ago, though.
Well, there is no point in trying to check the answer.
「This, too, is nay m’re than a the’ry. In the first lodging, humans art beings yond wend through the cycleth of dying, having their c’rpses hath returned to the earth, and then sprouting again, thee know… Or art thee disappoint’d in us? Doth thee findeth us unw’rthy of thy affections, Muko-dono?」
「No.」
I grab the extended fingertips and pull her toward me.
「Oh, muko-dono… Bbeest gentle, shall thee?」
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Having been carried in a princess carry, she was lowered to her bed.
The lavishly decorated room could not be said to be a private, restful space.
They were boxes of vanity that adorned her authority as queen.
All of them were a stage set to enhance her value as the heroine of a tragedy.
Born as a character of a story, she matured up in the eggshell known as another world, and came to be imbued with specifications befitting that character of hers.
It was probably inevitable that an ego was born there.
The same was true for the amazonesses under her command.
However, they were unable to escape the compelling force of the world view.
「Ah…! Aah… Valorous, so valorous… Muko-dono.」
Their bodies, entwining with each other as they were connected as one, were illuminated by a faint light.
The two legs were swaying as if kicking the sky.
Their movements were synchronized with the objects moving up and down between the legs.
It was a primitive, lustrous, animalistic copulation.
Rough and disordered, the breathing of the man and woman was filled with intimacy.
「Ah, aah… Nay… T is embarrassing…」
Having her legs, which had been wrapped around the man’s waist, grabbed, she had both ankles raised up in one go.
The space between the legs, which were spread in a V shape, was being rapidly thrust and kneaded without rest.
「Nay, stand ho t…. S, declaring things liketh, t hast nice tightness, is.…」
As she writhed at the words whispered to her, her big breast swayed obscenely.
「Aaaah… Mine own breasts art being milked… Just liketh cows ….」
The escaping words, which sounded like delirious talk, gradually lost their meaning and turned into nothing but moans.
Soon, as she had semen poured deep in her, she was washed away into a sea of orgasms.
The hot semen flowing into the empty vessel was giving her exactly what one would call supreme bliss, as if she were drowning in it.
Melting, that sensation was a sense of ecstasy that other amazonesses had also been made to experience.
The pleasure of a satisfied female.
The thought of using her sexual skills to serve him had slipped out of her mind, as simply begging and being on the receiving end of the mating had already pushed her to the limit.
Moving her ass that was straddling his hips up and down on her own accord, she was soothed as she had her ass stroked.
Things like pride as a queen was nowhere to be seen.
It was comfortable.
When she finally came to her senses, she found the man who had given her a generous amount of seed three times sleeping with his face buried in her chest.
「What a m’rciless knave thou art… Muko-dono.」
She gently and tenderly patted the head of Touma, who was exposing a defenseless figure.
It was way too careless of him, as it was not an appearance that should be exposed in the hostile world known as raid.
Endearment, that feeling alone was swelling up inside her.
「I’m s’rry. I’m very much s’rry, Muko-dono… I just, can’t standeth t.」
Mumbling such an apology, she continued to gently stroke the head of the man sleeping in the cleavage between her breasts.
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