YM778.TV Chapter 78.3
Chapter 78.3
“…Brother? You can’t be…Carol?”
“Yes.”
When I lightly affirmed it, not only Dirk but also almost half of the knights and soldiers widened their eyes.
“Carol, why are you dressed like that?! I admire your legs, but if you’re going to dress like that wretched Witch, you’ll have to become my slave, and I’ll get you a shorter skirt!”
“…”
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Shouldn’t you have something else to say about Pochi and the others, or about the fact that I went missing in the castle first…? As some of the knights and soldiers’ gazes turned cold on Dirk, who was making perverted remarks to his own sister, even though she was a changeling, Dirk drew his sword and ran towards me.
“Haha, this is an opportunity! It was troublesome to have to go all the way back from the capital to suppress the riot, but if we capture you here, His Majesty will not say no to making you my slave! Let’s go!”
“…Elma.”
“Leave it to me, Carol-sama.”
As I called out a name, a woman from among the guards responded in a low, raspy voice and jumped in front of Dirk, who was heading this way.
“Get out of the way! If you’re going to get in my way, you first, Gefu!”
Elma, with an advantage of her tall height kicked the abdomen of Dirk, and he was easily blown off his feet as if he were gasping for air.
“Oh, you’re such a weak boy.”
“…you!”
Elma quietly removed her helmet and her long ears popped out through her brunette hair.
Elma of the Daemon Kingdom, who wished to be my escort, was a half-elf woman who had served as Nym’s apprentice escort a hundred years ago.
She was from a destroyed Elven nation, and became an apprentice knight escort when Nym was taken in by the Arceides, but was killed by a plot by Caenista, and had been training hard ever since, swearing revenge against the Caenista Kingdom.
When she found out that I am a descendant of Nym, she happily pledged her allegiance to me, Carol, instead of the Demon Lord.
She looked like a beautiful woman in her late twenties, but she had a big and muscular build, probably because she worked out a lot. She’s cool.
“Hmph!”
“Aaahhh! No! I don’t want a strong and scary half-elf!”
Dirk, who was traumatized by strong half-elves, screamed as Elma grabbed Dirk and pushed him down into submission, and the knights and soldiers who were still immobilized by [Ice Storm] looked at Dirk with a mixture of pity and envy.
“Hmph, I wonder if this is the right place?”
“Aaahhh! Help me, Carol, I really do love you…”
“…”
Indeed… after meeting me as a Witch when I was merely a 3 year old little girl, Dirk stopped showing his dislike for elves, prepared sweets and fruits that he thought I would like, and separated me from the senior servants who were very racist against subhumans…. Then he tried to touch me, patted my belly, stroked my ears, fondled my thighs, tried to bathe with me, attempted to make me wear a magic collar to be his slave….
“Do it.”
“Yes!”
“Aaahhh!!!”
Oh, it broke.
“From now on, this land has been conquered by this Carol Nym Arceides. Anyone who has any objections, step forward this instant.”
I indicated that I was Carol of the House of Arceides, and intimidated them with high-level full force intimidation, and the knights along with the soldiers lowered their weapons at the sight of Pochi and Bert-san, who came forward in response, and the commoners volunteered happily to capture the noble knights who still looked dissatisfied.
The nobles, as I thought, didn’t like me after all… The commoner soldiers, on the other hand, knew me when I was a little girl, when I was persecuted, and they were itching to be able to help me.
“From now on we will follow Carol-sama.”
“Is that so… then, please return the tax crops to the farmers, the same amount that you usually give to the Caenista Kingdom. Arceides is no longer a territory of Caenista.”
The farmers cheered with resounding shouts when they saw the soldiers moving at my word and command.
I tilted my head while I was cooking a proper oatmeal with wheat, lard, goat’s milk, sugar, and salt in a huge pot that I had the commercial guild prepare for the farmers.
…What was I going to do here again?