YM778.TV Chapter 142: It's sortie, not sorthing something out
As one could expect from the dead of the night, it was all dark outside. So dark, in fact, even with my improved senses I struggled to see anything besides the general shapes of the stuff around me.
"Is it… the ti… time yet?" Fay muttered through her sleep, starting to come awake but not fully there yet.
\'Should I let her go back to sleep?\' I entertained the idea for a short moment.
Doing so would save me from worrying about her, ensuring I could fully focus on the coming fight…
\'Yeah, there\'s no way I would do that,\' I thought a mere moment later, once I imagined how I would feel if it was Fay who allowed me to peacefully slumber while she put herself at risk.
"Sweetie," I called out while reaching with my hand and caressing Fay\'s cheek. "As much as I would love to let you sleep, we\'ve got a job to do."
Feeling the warmth of my hand on her cheek, Fay pressed her own hands to lock my fingers in place. Then, after taking two deep breaths and using the heat of my hand to wake herself up, Fay pried her eyes open only to brighten the darkness of the night with a vibrant, loving smile.
"Hello," Fay greeted softly, pressing my hand to her cheek a bit harder. Then, as obviously reluctant as she was to let go, she lowered her hand before raising up.
With the duvet sliding off her skin, I could see the general outline of her figure appear before my eyes. As she pulled her hands and stretched her arms up and back, the full shape of her breasts nearly assaulted my eyes, bringing me right towards the edge of just lunging forth face-first to catch her perky nipples with my mouth.
Just like I was told all this time ago, her body really was the perfect embodiment of what I found desirable, tempting me to go for it whenever I as little as laid my eyes down on her.
Most likely noticing my feelings through our bond, Fay raised her eyelids a bit, keeping her hands up in the air as she smiled at me with satisfaction.
\'I guess flexing is a greater part of her personality than I thought.\' I gulped my saliva down, struggling to resist the charm of Fay\'s breasts that she so readily presented for me to look at.
Noticing how I held myself back, Fay\'s smile faded a little only for her hands to go back down before she scrambled around to get her clothes.
"You really are of my blood…" Madam sighed with resignation, reminding both of us that she was still in the tent. "Anyway, you wanted to sort something out in the darkest hour of the night, so I woke you up as requested," she announced only to glance at her daughter as she rushed to get herself dressed before turning her eyes towards me.
"Now, are you going to explain what\'s so important for you to sort out?"
For a moment, I simply stared at the mature woman with confusion.
What was I supposed to sort out?
It took me a solid moment to connect the dots and figure out where was the source of the misunderstanding.
"It\'s not sorting something out. It\'s sortie," I sighed, following Fay\'s example and starting to get myself dressed. "It\'s an act of besieged defenders raiding out of their base to deal a swift and fatal strike to those who besiege them," I explained, pulling on my pants and reaching out for my shirt… Only to find to fail it anywhere within the tent.
\'Well, whatever,\' I thought, skipping on the shirt and crawling out of the tent.
"And when you look at our current situation, aren\'t we besieged in this forest?" I asked before shaking my head.
"But we have an advantage when fighting within the woods!" Madam protested, instantly refusing this stupid-sounding idea. "Why would we abandon this advantage?"
I waited for a second for Fay to get out of the tent before moving over to the freezer and sorting out what items would be of use.
Even though I\'ve only used neu-weapons so far, that didn\'t mean normal firearms were of no use.
"First thing first, have someone gather those who can move quick and silent," I requested, only to take a quick look at the surroundings as I noticed something else. "Also, you can take the barrier down already."
With a neugarand in my hand, I turned around and looked at Fay.
"I know you will dislike it, but I need you to cover us," I stated while passing the heavy gun over to Fay\'s delicate hands. "When we attack one side of the camp, I want you to lay waste everywhere else. Not to kill someone specific, but to sow a seed of confusion. Make those invaders unable to tell where is the attack coming from."
For a moment Fay simply accepted the gun and looked down on it. But as she raised her eyes…
I could tell that she wasn\'t happy with my plan.
"You want me to stay back and shoot from a distance while you step right where there is the most danger?" she asked, her face twisting into something between angry and disappointed pout.
"You are the only one who can shoot it," I replied, only to bring my hand down and pat down on the neushottie and the neup90 that I hung down from my neck. "And you can\'t say I\'m going there without means to keep myself safe."
I reached out and caressed Fay\'s cheek.
"But just for you to worry less…"
I closed my eyes and focused on the result of all the lives I\'ve claimed yet ignored thus far. And as it turned out, not only have I reached level forty-eight… But I\'ve also stacked a whopping thirty-three points!
\'Twenty for the first ten levels, ten for the next ten, and just two for going from forty-fifth level to forty-eight… No, three, given the bonus from the multikill,\' I quickly counted up just where did all those levels came from.
It also proved that by evolving, I brought myself back to the equation where every level gained would reward me with two attribute points, crossed straight to the second tier realm where one level meant one attribute point, and then inched into the second tier, when I would only get four attribute points by the time I\'d reach level fifty-fourth.
Without much hesitation, I spent ten points on my endurance and gave points each for all of my other stats with the exception of aura. Then, left with only three points, I decided to just go with the flow and dump them into my intelligence.
[Level: 25] > [Level: 48]
[Strength: 5] > [Strength: 10]
[Agility: 4] > [Agility: 9]
[Wisdom: 5] > [Wisdom: 10]
[Intelligence: 5] > [Intelligence: 13]
[Endurance: 4] > [Endurance: 14]
[Aura: 21] > [Aura: 44]
[Usable points: 0] > [Usable points: 33] > [Usable points: 0]
"Haaa…" I released a long, heavy breath once I felt the power hidden inside of my body properly fill up my limits, assimilate into my flesh, and turn into might I could actually wield.
Then, I shook my head before patting Fay lightly on her shoulder.
"Here, now I\'m stronger than I was before," I smiled. "And seriously, don\'t worry," I added, turning my eyes towards the camp in the distance right as Madam broke her spell and allowed her barrier that gave us some privacy to fall apart all around. "The sortie isn\'t about killing people. It\'s about putting their supplies to the torch."
"Why do you need all those guns, then?" Fay protested, clearly not convinced by my line of thinking.
"An insurance," I smiled in response only to turn my head and look at Fay\'s father, whose golden light has long since greatly diminished.
\'It looks like kneeling on top of a hill under the compulsion of his ex...\'
I shook my head and gave up thinking how Fay\'s father had to feel right now, humiliated by his ex, refused by his daughter, and forced to kneel down while I fucked her brains out, right nearby but just outside of his perception.
"I need you to gather the swiftest and the most silent of your men, a group of twenty will do," I spoke to the man, kneeling right in front of him to look him straight in the eyes. "It\'s time to bring some pain to those who dare to invade the home of my mate."