欧美亚洲另类肥臀

Chapter 135

"Coronzon?"

Lydia and Tiriel cocked their heads at the same time. Then Arshella raised her voice as if she remembered.

"Isn\'t Coronzon one of the former Demon Abuzzard of the Demon King\'s Palace!"

"Who?" Lydia asked, and Arshella replied.

"You two don\'t know, I suppose. He was a spirit who led the famous <Magre canal> troop. I heard he was killed in the battle for Feymbaum."

"spirits can be killed??"

Tiriel asked back, her eyes widening.

The spirits are living armors, powerful armored knights with no essence and no life. It is also the direct guardian of the demon king and is known to be unleashed as a deadly weapon in particularly urgent situations. It is said that only a renowned female warrior has ever been able to defeat a spirit, so it is said that no male can kill a spirit.

And that was true. The spirit could not be killed by a man. No matter how many times he destroyed the armor, the spirit will come back to life. They were some sort of immortal after all.

"That seemed to have caused some resentment among Coronzon\'s men at the time. The corpse had been disfigured and deformed to the point that only thing left intact was the head, and it had been brought back to our country. to be material for Butcher."

Tiriel frowned at Orlando\'s story, Lydia and Arshella do not seem to enjoy it.

"...... You may have already heard from Arshella that when it comes to making the Butcher, the soul is tainted with madness. For warriors, becoming a Butcher is the greatest insult of all. They wanted it to want to die and destroy its own souls so that it could never be resurrected again, they want to turn it to the mourners for Coronzon. And so the subhuman became the Butcher in Tartarus, Coronzon\'s homeland."

Having said all that, Orlando continued, "But...."

"If it had killed the Coronzon, the subhuman should have been a woman, but it couldn\'t be. There must be some mistake. If that were the case, the Butcher would have a woman\'s soul inside it. Perhaps there was a mistake in the records somewhere."

Then Dantalion interrupted, "It\'s a woman."

"W What?"

"From the sound of his voice when we spoke in telekinesis, I got the impression that the soul of that Gevaudan was originally a woman."

"woman?" Orlando winced and spat, "Don\'t be fucking stupid."

But--

"He\'s a girl?" Lydia followed.

"Yeah, the voice is kinda female, though it\'s rather deep" said Arshella.

Tiriel nodded, "Yes, the way he talks, he seemed like a very tom-boyish woman."

Orlando said, "What?" He gulped. speechless.

Then Dantarion put the finishing touches on it.

"Dupont also said that it was a woman. He said that the way he approached his work oozed the politeness characteristic of a woman. When I first heard about it, I was skeptical, too."

"No way."

"Yeah, it\'s impossible. That\'s why I didn\'t include it in my report."

Orlando and Dantalion threw a glance at each other and fell silent.

Lydia, who was still on Orlando\'s lap, asked curiously, "What do you mean it\'s impossible?"

"Soul transferences are greatly affected by the compatibility of body and soul."

Dantalion said, picking up a half-eaten cookie from his desk.

"Just as like this cookie was originally soft, the soul is originally soft and indefinable, but once it has spent many years in a body, it becomes fixed to the shape of its container. It\'s like baking a cake in a mold."

He shows a stack of star-shaped and square cookies.

"Then, by the time they are adults, a man\'s soul will take on the shape of a man and a woman\'s soul will take on the shape of a woman. Transferring souls is like taking a piece of baked goods out of a mold and putting it into another mold. The soul that is taken out of the female form will not fit into the male form. As long as it is not brought back to reincarnation."

"And the Butcher, the most perfect vessel of carnal, a male. So there is no way a woman\'s soul can be transferred into the Butcher. It doesn\'t fit at all. It would have to fail and end up being <un-soul>."

Orland wrapped up.

"Then why ......?"

Tiriel furrowed her brow and gulped.

She waited, but there was no answer.

Then...

Boom! Orlando hit the desk.

Lydia, who was sitting on his lap, looked up in surprise and saw that his normally mild face had turned slightly red.

Sensing the change, she hurried back to her seat behind the desk and straightened up her appearance. Orlando is not very nice when he is angry.

Orlando could not hide his anger.

He had repeatedly warned the Demon Lord about the dangers of the Butcher. He was against the idea of transferring human souls, but to use subhuman souls? You never know what might happen. It was too dangerous.

The premonition came true. Although we cannot understand the principle, this is how the most feared sentient butcher was born. This was no accident. It was a man-made disaster caused by the short-sighted and reckless actions of the General Staff, who ignored Orlando\'s repeated advice.

Orlando, who had been silently staring at his desk, took a deep breath and looked up.

"---- In any case, we should be grateful that he\'s still got a decent head on his shoulders and that he returned Ferris in one piece. Now we can attack them without any worries. If that girl hadn\'t been held hostage, I don\'t know what Phoenicia would have done."

"Are you going to attack?"

Lydia immediately raised her voice.

" Dantalion-sam said that the cease-fire would ......"

"I told him that he could rampage through the subhuman stronghold as much as he wanted and then just leave, I don\'t know what will happen next. And if we are asked to cooperate with the destroyer we cannot afford not to contribute troops. It would be seen as a sign of rebellion."

When Dantalion said that, Lydia snapped at him.

"The people you mentioned earlier, the Magre canal, they\'re coming?"

"I don\'t know. Magrecanal is a team of the <Nocturnal>, not a disorganized one. I\'ve heard that they\'ve continued to work with a different captain after Coronzon died, but I think it\'s another unit that is coming."

"When will they come?"

"I don\'t know yet. I\'m still waiting to receive word from headquarters."

"Hey, you--"

Orlando interrupted, his tone becoming stronger.

"Are you still going to do something? You need to be quieter. Lydia, in particular, is still under house arrest. You can go home for now, but next time I won\'t let you get away with anything more than a few words."

He let out a long huffy breath and threw a stern look at the three girls.

"---- good?"

The three girls and Dantalion left the room.

Suddenly, Dantalion stopped and looked out the window, The three girls stopped and looked back as well. Out of the corner of her eye, Dantalion stroked his chin meaningfully "Hmmm."

"Oh, by the way, Dupont was on the front lines during the war with Agartha. He might know more about the Butcher and Titania, so I should go talk to him again sometime."

Muttering to himself, Dantalion left.

The three girls left the command building.

As they walked down the street, Arshella clasped her hands behind her head, looking bored.

"There\'s no help, even if we talk to Dupont.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Tiriel asked doubtfully.

"If we can get Gevaudan to raid the subhuman stronghold and finally get Titania to come to us, we can kill three birds with one stone by reducing the Titans\'s strength ....... Once he is settled in this city, Ferris will have a chance."

"It\'s a crazy plan that could lead to a lot of trouble. ......"

They both sighed at the same time.

"Well, if he cannot break free of his control, then the whole thing is over"

"Maybe..."

Lydia chimed in.

"I don\'t think Gevaudan is his name."

The two of them looked back at each other, puzzled.

"What do you mean?"

Lydia replied with a whistle, "Pewee~......."

"Hey ...... you know something, Lydia?"

"Doesn\'t that mean it\'s not a real name?"

The two pressed closer.

"After listening to Orlando-san story, it became clear to me that Gevaudan is not completely under control. At that time, the control of Gevaudan was reset after Titania\'s death. It was incomplete."

"So I\'m asking you how you can be so sure."

"Even now, Titania doesn\'t have control over Gevaudan, and if her control is incomplete, then we have an opening, don\'t we?"

"Hey, answer me!"

"So you\'re saying that it was an incomplete version of domination that I shattered with my dispel?"

When Tiriel asked this, Lydia nodded her head.

"Hmmm ...... maybe so, maybe not."

"Damn, you kept ignoring........ Well, that\'s okay. If that\'s true, even though it\'s a verbal agreement we still owe him three wishes. We can use that to our advantage and get him out of Titania."

"Oh, that\'s the thing. I already used one of them."

"What?!"

Archella stunned.

"Oh, you! You little......grrrr! I had to go through a lot of trouble to get that one ......."

"Arshella, you were screaming at the top of your lungs at that time, weren\'t you? I wonder what Gevaudan forcing you to do that made you feel...? What do you think?"

"....... I don\'t really remember."

"You know, some relationships start with a night of lovemaking."

"It\'s not like that."

Lydia looked up at the sky as Arshella closed her mouth, her confidence diminished.

Far beyond the cloudless blue sky, a winter storm was swirling in the direction of the subhuman stronghold.

"What does Titania want in the first place?"

"Maybe we should visit Mr. Dupont\'s store."

Tiriel said.

"...... I\'ll do that. But I have to see Ferris first. What the heck is up with that, Gevaudan? He said he was going to take care of us, but when it came down to it, he ran away like a coward. You\'ve got all these great things, but you don\'t have the guts!"

With a hint of exasperation, Arshella sniffed.

"\'Ferris will know soon enough."

"What?"

The two of them looked puzzled as Arshella cocked her head.

"Hey, what kind of face is that?"

The three of them walked down the street to Ferris\' house.