Chapter 56: Trampling Light and Devouring It (1)
Burned by Sacred Knight’s holy flame, I desperately repeated three-dimensional maneuvers and fled.
As far, far as possible, while thinking that I poured in my meager remaining strength — and at the sensation of a tentacle snapping buchiri, I twisted my face.
No longer having the energy to extend new tentacles, I collided head-on with a building and fell just like that. Vigorously slammed into the asphalt.
“Aga—ku, u…!?”
The face twisted by pain twists further.
Where is this, how far have I gotten away? While suffering from the pain throughout my body I look around the area.
A place I don’t particularly recognize. From the buildings lining up I think it’s a back alley near the shopping district, but the exact location is completely unknown.
“…But that I haven’t gotten away enough to be at ease is certain.”
A little far to call it in front of the station, but close enough that if I walk slowly for about fifteen minutes I can reach the station. That’s for an ordinary human; assuming a Sacred is running in pursuit it is by no means a distance I can feel at ease.
Although Sacred Knight’s speed is slow, that is talk when compared to Diabolics or other Sacred. Even the one called sluggish can race at a speed on the level of an Earth athlete.
Since the direction I fled from the direction I jumped is at least known, I cannot linger here.
Knight possesses a wide-range attack with friend-or-foe identification ability.
Then even if I hide inside a building there is no meaning. Since she can select the target to burn, even if she burns the entire building only I will burn.
I extend tentacles as a cane, grit my teeth and stand. With movements as if crawling zuri, zuri, I begin to move.
But where I should go is completely no plan.
If I go outside in this form a fuss will occur and Knight will detect me, but I also cannot cancel the transformation. In the state of fully displaying the true nature as a tentacle Monster Villain this is the result; if I carelessly return to the form of Shusawa Senjumaru there is the possibility of fainting just like that.
Even if I don’t faint, if someone finds me and says “What happened to that injury?” I cannot explain, and from the state of the injury my identity might be exposed in a chain reaction.
——What, either way it’s checkmate, this.
Gokiri, it snaps.
The heart, the will to stand against.
Work hard in a life-or-death struggle, survive by any means — such thoughts just will not float up no matter what.
It hurts and is painful; I cannot possibly become positive enough to aim for the future.
Haha, I leak a self-mocking laugh and lean against the wall.
The only difference is whether I’m caught up to and beaten to death, or my identity is exposed and I’m beaten to death.
I feel bad for Niekawa who desperately let me escape, but I can’t anymore.
The tentacles crumble guzu-guzu. Burned over the entire body by Knight’s holy flame, I sit down on the ground as if tumbling. Apparently the damage was larger than imagined.
“Maybe it was forced after all…”
Even though I was called Vigilante Atel Octo and fought together with the Sacred — as a result, there is only a miserable tentacle gasping in pain in a corner of a prosperous town.
I haven’t even properly utilized the chance that was made for me to survive. A future of stylishly escaping from here and winning Knight’s trust is fantasy-level nonsense.
Then, rather than moving poorly it would be better to sit here and wait for death.
Moving is also a bother, and calories are being consumed from throughout the body as if trying to repair the tentacles and body; even if I sit silently I will eventually dry up and die.
“Well, it might suit me—”
The garbage who lusted after the Sacred fighting to protect us, after becoming a Monster Villain joyfully dashed out to violate Saber, and yet because the onlookers pissed him off he helped her — that is me.
I think it every time, but with what face could I say Vigilante, ally of the justice of the Sacred.
I twist my mouth ironically and close my eyes.
If I’m going to die anyway, rather than dying while suffering I want to die as if sleeping.
“————!?”
Because it was an action thinking that — at the footsteps running this way, at someone’s shout, I involuntarily furrow my brows.
Whether an ordinary person or Knight I don’t know, but read the atmosphere a bit more. If I stay silent I’ll die anyway, so at least send me off peacefully.
I open my eyes and glare at the one who approached. Get the hell out of here already, in order to convey that between the lines.
“Atel Octo…!? Ah, why, like this…!”
——What was there.
The champion of someone’s justice with whom I have fought together many times since being called Atel Octo — Sacred Saber.
Looking at her looking down on me with a face that seems about to cry, I involuntarily soften my expression.
“——Not, bad.”
Sacred Saber.
The shining champion of someone’s justice.
Being able to die while being watched over by such her. What, isn’t it an ending too good for garbage.
Thinking that, I let my consciousness—
“No, I won’t allow it, I won’t let you die…!”
——Right before releasing it.
The magical power the Saber before my eyes wears on her body, the greater part of it she cut.
That means, of course the physical ability as a Sacred — and also the dress and armor woven from magical power are lost.
As a result, what appeared before my eyes is Saber wearing pale light-blue underwear.
Dogun, my heart — the implanted Seed of Desire — pulses.
My gaze is drawn to the white skin.
To the underwear that hides yet also decorates the feminine parts, as well.
What is this. What does it mean.
Before asking that, Saber flushes her face — yet peeks into my eyes with a serious gaze.
“Trample light me — and regain your power, Atel Octo.”
That form that possesses the power of the Sacred yet has discarded all defense — is the finest prey, right?
Faster than correctly understanding Saber’s words, my tentacles tangled around Saber’s skin.
Thinking burns. Burning with desire, I understand that the calm parts are evaporating.
But I don’t stop, I can’t stop, no, no, I don’t want to stop.
The abdomen, the thighs, the butt, I caress all over with the burned and festering tentacles.
I understand. That this me is trampling the body of a Sacred, the magical power of light.
Defiling the light, dropping it into darkness, and taking it in.
“Hi, ha— haha”
I stretch both hands and place my palms on Saber’s chest.
There is not enough to knead, yet I thoroughly enjoy the feminine softness that certainly exists.
In the middle of that, from the tentacles, from the palms I hold the sensation of sucking up magical power. While tasting the sweet nectar-like sweetness and the desire for conquest at the same time, I laughed.
Being filled. Power, life force — desire.
I feel the nutrients necessary for the body surging throughout.
The surface of the tentacles that caress as if loving, as if licking her limbs is healing. The pain of the burns lightens at tremendous speed and immediately vanishes.
Of course. What is in my hands is not an Earth woman or a general person of Lemora or Calmate, but an existence possessing tremendous power — a Sacred.
The feast that originally absolutely cannot be touched is inviting me with the meal already set. Ah, ah, ah, if this doesn’t fill me then what the hell fills me.
The avatar of desire has long since stood erect and is urging the time of activity now, now. Wait, I’ll thoroughly use you until you hate it soon.
Putting on a vulgar smile I stretch both hands to strip the underwear while bringing my face close to Saber’s mouth.
Violating the upper mouth before the lower isn’t bad either — it was an action thinking that, but.
“…Kh”
In the eyes — while suppressing a scream — yet covering with a smile — her figure is — visible—
Merimeri, a sound rings.
The roots stretched throughout the body — a part of them forcibly stopped my body.
Wrong, wrong, wrong, is this what you want to do? The sensation as if another me is grabbing my shoulders and shouting.
Ah, but, but, the desire to thoroughly violate right now is also the truth, and the tentacles swell and pulse as if trembling with expectation.
“——It’s all right.”
Looking at my distorted face, Saber smiles awkwardly.
“I am fine; do as you like. If as a result you cannot return, I will purify you.”
Therefore rest easy and heal your body.
——Ah, really.
Really, this woman.
Even though she has no experience of that kind of act, even though she is scared beyond measure, does she say such a thing.
My heart pulses.