The country of Lisellote is divided into four major regions, each governed by a monarch who rules over their distinct domain and people.
The Northern Realm: Valkriand
In the north, the fierce "Valkriand" stands as home to women of pure strength who have dedicated their lives to the martial arts. These warrior-women have forged a society built upon discipline, honor, and the pursuit of physical and spiritual mastery. Their monarch leads through demonstration of supreme combat prowess, and their territory echoes with the sounds of training and the clash of steel against steel.
The Southern Territory: Mercatia
To the south lies "Mercatia", the commercial heart of Lisellote, where the monarch of trading rules over the bustling markets that drive the country's economy. This region thrives on commerce, negotiation, and the flow of goods from across the realm. The streets are filled with merchants, traders, and craftsmen, all contributing to the wealth that sustains the entire nation.
The Western Sanctuary: Lunaris
In the west resides the elven kingdom of "Lunaris", where their species possesses the most fluent and purest mana of all the country. However, their wariness of other species has led them to close their gates to the world, creating an isolated realm where ancient magic flourishes in secrecy. Their monarch guards both their people's magical knowledge and their borders with equal vigilance.
The Valkriand were originally called the Amazons of the North, but due to the death of their ancient monarch in the last crusade, the community voted to be renamed Valkriand. They started honing their skills beyond human level. The records of those who witnessed their strength told that one blow from their foot could crack the sky, erupt volcanoes, and create natural disasters. They were the most feared warriors of the country of Lisellote, and even foreign countries were concerned about them.
A little girl who was standing at the gate entrance playing with a flower spotted a carriage coming from far away—200 meters away.
"Traveller!" she said excitedly.
With a jump, she lashed into the sky before instantly landing in front of the carriage.
"Hello guests, are you perhaps lost?" she said, all smiling.
Because of the dust she had produced with her ferocious landing, she couldn't see the faces of the people inside. All she could hear was the coughing of someone dying from the dust.
"If it isn't Lumiela," said Maria.
Hearing that, the little girl about 11 years old named Lumiela jolted in surprise.
"Lady Maria?" she asked as the dust smoke got carried away by the wind.
She instantly jumped at her with her face full of tears—the scene was comical
"You're finally back!" she said.
"Yes, my duty is over at the castle," replied Maria, while brushing Lumiela's brown head.
Lumiela spotted a boy inside the carriage house. Incredulous, she asked Maria, "Who's that?"
On the eastern frontier, "Ironhold" serves as the great city of beastmen and dwarfs, renowned throughout Lisellote for their masterful blacksmithing. These skilled artisans craft magical weapons of unparalleled quality, their talents recognized and valued even by the King of Lisellote himself. The constant ring of hammers on anvils and the glow of forge fires mark this territory as the beating heart of the realm's military might
Maria turned her head towards Arthur before saying that he was a kid she had picked up on the route. Arthur didn't utter a word. In fact, Maria had made the right move. If it were to be known that he was the king's legitimate child, it would cause nervousness and things would become awkward.
Hearing Arthur not complaining, Maria smiled before asking if the village was standing well.
Lumiela answered that the village was fine, even if lately wild beasts had been attacking strangely.
"Strangely?" asked Maria, curious.
"Yes, they attacked in groups—things they don't usually do. And they were much wilder than ever."
Maria didn't answer, but she thought that it might have been the right choice to come back.
Lumiela trotted alongside the carriage until they reached the village entrance. Maria asked Arthur to come out, saying she was going to stable the horses.
Not long after Maria had gone, Arthur asked how Lumiela could make such a clean jump. He followed up by asking if she had used [Body Strengthening] magic.
Lumiela's answer was no. "The women of our tribe don't have affinity with mana, except Maria—but she never uses it. What a waste," she said.
Hearing that, Arthur realized he hadn't thought about it yet. But it was the first time he had encountered someone who couldn't use the basics of magic.
Lumiela turned around to cross through the village gate when she made a misstep and was about to fall. Arthur reacted instinctively, propelling himself forward to save her. Then came a loud thud—the two of them falling to the ground in each other's arms.
It was by mistake, but from someone's point of view, that pose was compromising. Lumiela's legs were spread wide, Arthur's left leg was passing through the middle, pressing against the center part of her thigh. Lumiela let out a moan or gasp.
Arthur was a bit dazed, his mind flickering from the fall. He sensed something soft and warm beneath his palm, and something small and firm was poking against his middle finger. When he came to his senses, he realized he was positioned over Lumiela, who was on the verge of crying from embarrassment. She gasped with each movement Arthur made to free himself, feeling something strange stirring within her.
Without having the time to apologize or explain, Lumiela slapped him so hard while yelling "Pervert!" that he flew several meters away, falling unconscious. Lumiela had just delivered the slap of his life.
Moments later, Maria came back and witnessed Arthur unconscious on the ground. She asked Lumiela what had happened, but she just turned away and walked toward the village. Seeing that she was furious, Maria concluded that it was Arthur's fault. She dragged him by the feet toward the village center
Maria, who was dragging Arthur, met Ciel upfront—she had successfully landed one minute before their arrival.
"Why are you dragging him?" she asked.
Maria responded that he had fallen unconscious. Ciel walked towards Arthur and crouched down to reach his head, but as soon as she was about to kiss him—believing it was a magical ward to wake up the prince—Arthur suddenly opened his eyes.
What he saw first was someone's lips coming toward him. He rolled to the side before asking, "What do you think you're doing?"
Ciel stopped in her tracks. "Waking you up," she replied.
But Arthur said that wasn't the right way to wake someone.
"Isn't it?" Ciel asked, confused.
"No," said Arthur, blushing slightly.
Hearing the commotion, people gathered around them. They were all women—muscular women. Arthur found himself surrounded by a parade of huge breasts that seemed to have muscles of their own.
"If it isn't Maria," said one of the women. It was an old lady walking with a stick as support.
"Oba-chan," said Maria while walking towards her. She crouched to her level. The woman, named "Takara", touched Maria's face, saying that she had grown into a magnificent woman.
Maria smiled slightly before answering that she was still on track.
Takara said that she wasn't going to give up until she witnessed Maria's grandchildren. Maria laughed, saying that she wasn't one to fall for men.
Takara asked why she was back, wondering if something had happened at the castle. Maria's face saddened, but she didn't say anything about the queen's death. If that information were to be known by other countries, a war could end up breaking out. What she answered was that she was on vacation.
Takara remained silent. Even if she understood that Maria was hiding something, she didn't push, believing that she had her own reasons.
"My..." she said while looking at Arthur. "Is that your child?"
Maria dismissed that thought, saying he was her disciple.
Takara looked at Arthur, who did the same. In fact, he didn't take his eyes off the granny, but without knowing how or when, he found himself flipping through the air. He fell to the ground, totally in disarray. Athur had quick reflexes. In fact, when the grandma had swiped at Arthur with her wooden stick, Arthur had used [Enhancement] to lower her weapon's efficiency. Takara lifted her wooden stick up—it was all slippery, weaving like it didn't have any rigidity left.
Takara called for everyone to stop the training, saying that tonight there would be a welcome feast in the name of Maria and her friends. The other women let out a roar of approval.
Amidst that commotion, Arthur finally spotted Lumiela, who was standing behind the crowd alone, polishing her sword. Arthur asked Ciel to wait for him.
When Arthur's hand and Ciel's got separated, Ciel felt like Arthur was going to abandon her. She watched him going further, disappearing into the crowd. Suddenly she felt vulnerable. Alone, she looked at her hand trembling. From her point of view, Arthur had abandoned her for another girl.
"Arthur..." she muttered, her bangs masking her eyes.
Lumiela, polishing her blade, suddenly raised it. Arthur froze instantly—Lumiela's blade was pointed directly at him. Arthur waved his hands up, saying that he was here only to apologize for what had happened earlier.
Thinking back to it, Lumiela blushed slightly before saying that it was totally his fault, and she was the sorry one. Hearing her apologize, Arthur couldn't quite relax with her blade pointed toward him. He asked her if she could put her sword away.
Realizing the situation, Lumiela immediately removed her sword and continued her polishing. Arthur suggested that he could do it much faster with [Enhance], but Lumiela said that her tribe didn't rely on magic—she followed up by saying she liked doing it manually. Arthur didn't insist.
He asked her if she was going to hunt. Lumiela paused, saying that there had been wild beasts frequently attacking the village. She would investigate the forest tomorrow. Arthur asked if it wasn't dangerous to go alone. Lumiela answered that she never told him to come.
Arthur didn't respond. He looked at the women dancing around the place while having glasses of beer in hand. As far as he could see, Arthur noticed something. Up until now, he hadn't seen a single man—not even children. He asked Lumiela if there were no men in the village.
She didn't look at him but answered that her tribe was made only of women, following up that he was the first man to enter the village since she was born. Arthur—or rather Satoru—thought about how the world could be without women. But he was glad that they weren't horny women excited by a man's touch.
Arthur asked if the men had deserted the village. Lumiela got annoyed, saying that it was nothing to do with him. But as soon as she said that, Takara, the Valkriand monarch, walked towards them, asking Arthur to forgive Lumiela, following up that she was still a child. But Lumiela retorted that even Arthur was a child. Takara only smiled at Lumiela's protestation.
"Long ago, when the first monarch of Valkriand—who was called the Amazons of the North—was still alive, the tribes were unified. Men and women shared the same roofs, the same meals, and even had children," she said.
Then she asked Arthur if he knew what made Valkriand into Valkriand itself.
Arthur answered doubtfully, "Their strength?"
Takara nodded. "Yes, but there is one more important thing, and that is faith. We Valkriand worship the Goddess of Harmony. The old monarch died in a war protecting his people against the Overlords during the crusade. It was at that time that tension rose over who would become the next monarch. There were two candidates—one on the women's side, and one on the men's side. Each party seemed worthy to take the head of the clan. Men even drew their fangs, saying they couldn't accept being ruled by a woman. A miracle occurred," said Takara. "The Goddess of Harmony descended upon us before granting us her absolute word of wisdom. Men parted away, forming their own tribes, and we women stayed here. A decree of common understanding was made. Then, after generation to generation, the decree was twisted, and the Valkriand in some generations became wary of men."
Lumiela said that she didn't have to tell him the whole story. But Takara said it was okay—he was Maria's friend and someone special.
"Special?" asked Lumiela.
Takara said she wouldn't understand before turning away. Before leaving, she asked Lumiela to show Arthur the guest room, saying that he must be tired from all the walking.
Lumiela nodded before telling Arthur to follow her. Arthur didn't talk during the way, neither did Lumiela. He was focused on his thoughts.
Lumiela stopped at a house built of weathered gray stone, its walls thick and sturdy like a fortress. Moss crept along the foundation, and wooden shutters framed small, square windows. The heavy oak door was reinforced with iron bands, giving it an ancient but enduring appearance.
She opened the door, saying this would be his house for the time being. Inside, the main room was spacious yet cozy, with stone floors covered by woven rugs in earthy tones. A large wooden table sat in the center, surrounded by simple but well-crafted chairs. Tapestries depicting mountain landscapes hung on the walls, and a stone fireplace dominated one side of the room. Oil lamps provided warm, flickering light, and shelves lined with pottery and basic supplies gave the space a lived-in feel.
She turned, saying that the rooms were upstairs—he could choose the one he wanted since they barely had any guests over the years. Arthur walked inside without even answering Lumiela. She slammed the door behind her, making Arthur jolt in surprise.
"What's with her temper?" he said
Arthur walked upstairs. There were three rooms—two on the sides of the walls and one at the end of the hallway. Arthur chose whichever room he wanted; the bed seemed comfy. He landed on it, his mind falling into deep thoughts.
He didn't know anything about the outside world. The books he had read in the castle were always about magic development. Arthur—or rather Satoru—thought about his past life, wondering if they had found his body and how his teammates had reacted. He then thought about the Miki family. Subconsciously, the words "sorry" erupted from his mouth when a window screen popped up with a message written on it:
[The Goddess of Harmony has invited you to a chat]
< Would you like to join the chat room? >
"Yes."
The window materialized into another window.
< Hello, are you liking your new life? > — Goddess of Harmony
The system was a hyperdimensional tool created by the Architect for gods' entertainment.
< You could've reincarnated me with my mana unlocked > replied Arthur.
The goddess chuckled.
< The reincarnation process is a gamble that even a god can't predict >— Goddess of Harmony
"So there's even something gods can't do," said Arthur.
The Goddess of Harmony answered that gods couldn't interfere with the Architect's will even if they wanted to.
Arthur asked her why she had divided the northern Amazon tribes. But the Goddess of Harmony didn't answer, saying that she couldn't display godhood information to humans.
Arthur responded with the fact that she was the one who had contacted him first.
The Goddess of Harmony said she was bored, but talking to him helped her a lot.
Arthur dismissed that, saying he was going to sleep.
The Goddess of Harmony replied through the chat that he could sleep without minding her. But Arthur said he couldn't sleep if someone was watching him.
The Goddess of Harmony dismissed the chat. Arthur understood when the notice on the window appeared:
< The Goddess of Harmony logged out >
As he closed his eyes, he heard terrible sounds coming from behind the house. He carefully looked at his window. From inside, he saw two Valkriand pleasing themselves. One was ramming her finger into the middle part of her friend's legs—she moaned with each movement her hand made. Arthur could have ignored them and gone to sleep, but he was a virgin, and right now he wasn't thinking with his brain.
The other Valkriand grabbed the breast of her friend, who jolted at the touch. But what Arthur found more confusing than the rest was that one of the women had a rod and was pounding the other woman with bestial strength. One of the women—the one receiving the pleasure directly into her body—locked eyes with Arthur. Surprised, he quit staring and feigned being asleep.
But as we already know, there is no man who, having witnessed something like that, could fall asleep…
Finally, Arthur managed to fall asleep. It was past the middle of the night, and the village was asleep—except for the guardians. Arthur felt warm, as if something was embracing him. He slightly opened his eyes to see Ciel, who had snuck into his room despite having her own.
"Hello Arthur-nii," she said.
Arthur asked her what she was doing here, but Ciel's cheeks suddenly became swollen as she was mad at him and she wanted him to notice.
"Stop that, you'll suffocate," he said.
"I'm going back to sleep—" Ciel interrupted him, asking if he liked Lumiela.
Hearing that, Arthur said no firmly, but Ciel retorted that she was beautiful and had long silk hair.
"You love long hair, don't you?"
Arthur didn't answer. He effectively loved women with long hair—he often played with Marie's hair when he was a kid, boasting that he would marry Marie when he grew up because she had long hair. He was still a child back then.
"It's still night. Stop thinking about weird stuff, and coming into a man's bed at night—you're too bold."
Hearing that, Ciel smiled. Arthur admitted that he had started to see her as a woman and not just his sister.
"Good night, Arthur," she said cheerfully before closing her eyes.
The main gate of the village, made of hardened steel and wood, was guarded each day by random selection of two people. The two who were in charge of protecting the gate during the night were two Valkriand standing at the entrance—one had a long spear and the other a sword.
"Are you okay?" asked one of the Valkriand.
"Yes, but I'm a bit nervous," she replied.
"Wanna do it again?" asked the other Valkriand.
"No! We've done it already and we were caught." The other laughed, saying it was just the kid Maria brought—that he was a man, so he would understand, and maybe he had masturbated while thinking of them.
While saying this, she deserted her observation post, walking towards her friend, when a torch light flickered. She instantly leaped back to her place, pointing her spear toward the darkness where the light had flickered. She waited. Then the light flickered again.
Surprised, she lit up a torch and tossed it into the dark. At the same moment the torch lit up the obscure place, a knife was thrown at incredible speed and precision, but the Valkriand with the sword caught it in flight.
"Goblins," she said.
The Valkriand with the spear sounded something like a trumpet—it was the alarm signal. The goblins had gathered in mass—over a hundred, equipped with weapons: bows, swords, and knives.
The first goblin charged forward but was instantly killed by the Valkriand with the spear.
"Damned monster, who do you think you are?" she said while licking the goblin's blood on the spear. "Make your prayers," she said.
Long ago, when the first Overlord manifested into the world, he brought with him several plagues of monsters almost equal to humans in numbers. If not for the fact that monsters aren't born naturally strong, they can adapt fast and even learn human language. Among them were some little monsters who had the capacity of utilizing their brain cells—they mimicked humans for ages, copying their way of fighting, eating, and even reproducing. They felt joy over that much information and wanted more.
As monsters who served under the Demon Lord, they do not know the difference between evil and good. They live based on instinct. They started attacking humans on the road, reproducing their methods, thieving treasure, and violating human women. The pleasure grew stronger—thus leading to them attacking villages. Humans over the ages named them "Goblins."
With a war cry, they charged towards the gate, led by a Hobgoblin—an evolved Goblin warrior who had transcended monster level. The first charge, composed of twenty low-level Goblins, advanced accordingly, pointing their spears at the gatekeepers.
The Hobgoblin was an arrogant one. Despite the warning given to him by the elder of their tribe, as a newborn he was brimming with power—well, that's what he was thinking several hours earlier. The Valkriand swiped the floor with the first charge. He was surprised—a lone Valkriand had killed 20% of his army with just a spear made of iron.
Due to the incessant monster attacks over the past few months, the Valkiriand tribe had established a warfare protocol. When the sound of the dragon horn was heard, it signaled that monsters had spawned. Each Valkiriand civilian who was not accustomed to fighting, as well as children, had the obligation to leave their homes for safety.
Lumiela was well aware of this protocol, but still... She leaped from her window and started running toward the gate. The Valkiriand warriors were swarming throughout the village for protection, forcing Lumiela to use a hidden underground passage known only to her. She snuck past the Valkiriand feet without them noticing—except for Arthur. If Lumiela had possessed a developed magic affinity and sensorial perception, she could have detected Arthur, who was following her using the skill [Presence Concealment]that he had taken from the Thornback.
Goblins are creatures regarded as parasites, feared for their progression that could utterly surpass humans. They are killed without second thought across Astreya. This misjudgment by humanity has left them unable to assess the goblins' original intellect. If they had taken a little time to study them, the Valkiriand could have avoided the thousands of arrows that were sent toward them from their blind spot. A lone arrow is no match for a sword or spear, but a thousand arrows are a swordsman's nightmare. Physical skill doesn't matter, no matter how much you train yourself. Valkiriand are humans, and without magic to strengthen their bodies against projectiles falling from several meters in the sky and amplified with the black magic of Goblika. t
he Valkiriand warrior with the spear, her body pierced with several arrows, felt her vision blur. Goblins can use their brain cells effectively. Once, a goblin observed a human hunter applying an herb to his arrow. With that same arrow, the hunter killed a Vyrmantis—a monster that was a mix of dragon and snake with magical abilities. Yet a lone human hidden behind a mere tree killed it with one arrow.
The goblins understood the efficiency of poisoning.
The Valkiriand warrior fell to the ground, unconscious. The remaining Valkiriand called her name—"Brynja"—without response. She sounded the dragon horn for the second time, a signal indicating they desperately needed help. Out of desperation, or perhaps arrogance, she charged toward the horde alone, sword in hand. She slashed at the goblins, cutting them cleanly with each strike, but the goblins didn't falter. Using numbers as a decoy, the Valkiriand didn't see the needle that struck her neck.
Her sword dropped. She couldn't move. The needle was embedded with paralysis poison.
Goblins are creatures similar to humans, driven by lustful instincts. The reason they used paralysis drugs was because they could smell the Valkiriand's hormones—someone who had recently copulated—triggering their lust. The hobgoblin howled, stopping the aroused goblins' actions.
His order was clear: "Take control of the village." If they succeeded in asserting dominance over the village, they would have more women to play with. The goblins let out a war cry of encouragement before rushing toward the gate.
Some were lighting fires around the village's surroundings, while others attempted to scale the walls. The remaining goblins behind looked at the Valkiriand who had been caught by the arrows. She was unconscious yet breathing at a low frequency, but goblins, having always been the hunted, had honed their five senses to detect danger at any moment.
One goblin picked up the Valkiriand's spear. He jumped, holding the weapon with all his strength. The Valkiriand's breathing stopped when the blade pierced her neck, severing her head, which rolled away. The goblins, in joy of their victory, took her head and began to mock her, while other goblins pleasured themselves with her body.
The goblins managed to successfully break through the entrance gate, setting fire to the village. The hobgoblin, assessing the situation as a victory because he had defeated two Valkiriand, felt joy and pride. His howl commanding the group to charge was followed by incessant moaning. If one were to look closer, the hobgoblin's hips were moving mechanically at a slow speed, creating repeated impacts.
Goblins are creatures born with the intellect to mimic humans. Hobgoblins are evolved goblins with strong egos. The Valkiriand who had been paralyzed by the goblin needle was crouched naked, her legs spread wide as the giant hobgoblin's member destroyed her from within. She couldn't even think, let alone speak, as she was being violated. Goblins can suppress their urges even after smelling aroused female hormones, but evolved goblins cannot—with their growth, their desires skyrocket.
The village surroundings were ablaze, burning away any retreat routes. The goblins charged in with confidence, saliva flowing from their mouths—when suddenly the atmosphere changed. It became cold, extremely cold. The goblin vanguard instantly froze, becoming ice statues.
Maria jumped, shattering the frozen goblins in an instant before leaping forward. "I leave the rest to you," Maria called out. She dashed forward at top speed, crushing goblins in her path. Each goblin that took one of her hits imploded from the impact. Naturally born cowards, the remaining goblins wanted to flee, but as soon as they turned backward, the hobgoblin's huge axe sliced them dead.
"Krrr, grrrr—krrrr!" (goblin dialect)
Maria was furious—not because he had killed his own allies, but because he walked in here with the Valkiriand still impaled on him. She was a mess, her belly swollen as if pregnant, white fluid flowing from her intimate parts. Yet he didn't free her; he intended to fight while abusing her. No—rather, she was a human meat shield in case his life was ever threatened. Maria understood this clearly.
The hobgoblin, seeing her frustration and noticing that she was concerned about his "reward," smiled. Maria snapped and jumped toward him. As soon as she was in mid-air, a thunder bolt flashed behind the hobgoblin and struck her. She could have easily avoided it by [Enhancing]herself, but she deliberately chose to get hurt.
"Tch," she cursed. She could easily defeat the hobgoblin, but the Goblika's dark magic was in the way. Either way, she didn't have much choice. She started running all over the place, dodging the Goblika's lightning bolts before they could strike her.
Goblika are evolved goblins who didn't turn into hobgoblins due to their understanding of magic. As magical creatures, a Goblika's mana is approximately limitless. While Maria was busy dodging the Goblika's strikes, the hobgoblin snuck into her blind spot, swinging his axe with all his might. The axe was a giant Viking-style weapon, about six meters long.
"Krrr?" muttered the hobgoblin. His axe had been deflected away.
"Are you okay, Maria?" asked Ciel.
Not long before the goblins destroyed the gate, Ciel had heard the first dragon horn sound. like most of the Valkiriand present in the village, ignored it. But then she felt Arthur leaving the room, his presence concealed as he followed Lumiela. She saw it with her [Enhanced Eyes]. The second dragon horn sounded, meaning backup was needed.
"What are you doing out here?" Maria asked.
The Goblika had stopped attacking—not because of mana depletion, but because of their leader's confusion. His left arm, which had been holding the axe, had been sliced clean off. The giant limb fell to the ground, creating a huge crater. Green blood flowed from the wound.
"I saved your life," said Ciel calmly, holding her weapon in both hands.
Maria glanced at Ciel's weapon—an iron-dark sword three times her size. Each Valkiriand warrior stood two meters tall, so it was natural that their weapons were crafted according to their height. But for a human—a five-year-old child—to be holding it like that...
"Yeah, you're a genius after all," said Maria, smiling.