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The Demon's Compass
Butcher Demon Chapter 307 Crisis of Chastity
◇◆◇ (Third-person pov)
(No more...)
Tiriel desperately tried to maintain her composure against the overwhelming despair.
(I'm going to spend the rest of my long life in the middle of nowhere as a mother to a large family...)
She imagined herself surrounded by many children and suddenly felt like she was going to pass out.
(I'm going be a mom to a bunch of kids, raising children diligently every day, nurturing them into outstanding individuals, and then doing it all over again until I grow old and useless. I'll be like a big mommy, that's going to be my future...)
Tiriel felt like her vision was spinning as she watched the nightmare unfolding on the other side of the bars. There is no escape. Because she was literally inside a cage.
"The victor!"
"Gets to fuck the elf!"
In the square, dozens of orcs are engaged in a violent brawl. An eve of the festival.
A festival of sorts is about to begin, its purpose was to claim her first wedding night.
Young and energetic orcs beating each other up, bloodshot eyes, all fight for her lower half. Witnessing this reality, Tiriel couldn't hold back her nausea. It didn't matter who won, she was done for.
"Oh, chief....."
Someone called out to a particularly large orc that appeared in the square.
The fight momentarily paused.
"What's the meaning of this?"
Tiriel clung to a fragile glimmer of hope. The chief seems intelligent, If the chief could resolve this conflict with his intellect, he might free her. She hoped for the wisdom of an elder. However, her hope was shattered moments later.
"Do you think you can just impregnate a healthy high orc into her with such antics? This is a gift from the Lord of Impurity, Lord Urbianus. You better put in more effort! Otherwise, I will not give you that elf even if you are the winner! I'll impregnate her myself! If you don't like that, then fight to the death!"
"""Ohhhh!"""
(Ahhh――――It hopeless――――)
Tiriel finally collapsed to her knees while clutching the bars. Her spirit had broken. She's done. The end. Game over. Various words of demise circulated in her mind.
The conflict between elves and orcs had long been resolved. Modern orcs were civilized and intelligent enough to hold high positions in the demon king's army.
But these orcs, living in seclusion at the edge of the world, were merely descendants of criminals who had washed ashore. It was impossible to expect intellect from them, let alone human rights. They still revere old orc traditions regarding of how to deal with elves. She had zero chance of being released.
And the old orc traditions meant...
Killing elves made them stronger, eating elves healed injuries, fucking elves cured diseases, and impregnating elves revived the ancient Orc species, the High Orc. Elves were the greatest prizes for orcs. They were the rights of the victor, and if they captured one, they could do whatever they wanted with it. That was their way of thinking.
But there is no such thing. It is barbaric and uneducated.
According to the priest orc who had prayed before her cage earlier, the winner of this battle will have the right to impregnate Tiriel. And she had no right to refuse, of course. If she successfully birthed a High Orc, the next winner would use her to create another one. Thus, the bloodline of this orc settlement would be renewed, and a new generation would become the foundation of a new nation.
In short, her future awaiting her was nothing more than a breeding sow. There was no dignity as a human. She was told to be honored by this. For her, it is hell.
Her cheeks, which had been slapped earlier, stung. Escape seemed impossible. Her magical powers had been depleted, and her trusty magical weapon, Cabrontia, had been confiscated along with all of her belongings. All the potions that could be used to end her life were also in that bag. She wished she'd consumed them when the orcs had first captured her, back then, she could have opted for a dignified end. Instead, the fear of death had overwhelmed her, and now, she faced a fate more terrifying than death. How ironic. Here, she was just a vulnerable trophy elf.
Tiriel looked up at the despair-filled night sky.
(If only I had followed him...)
Why did I blurt out things like "I'll be fine going to the city alone, don't worry" back then? Compared to these orcs, that adventurer was much more gentlemanly, I was just being stubborn for such a silly reason, just because I didn't like how scary he looked. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Despite being lectured so many times by Lydia that a man is defined by his character, by Arshella that a man is defined by his strength, and by Ferris that a man is defined by his kindness, I am so stupid.
With intense regret in her heart, Tiriel looked down at her slender, pristine body. A body she had cherished. She had escaped her brother's clutches. But now, everything would be taken from her by the orcs. I'm sorry, she thought.
At the very least, she hoped her first time wouldn't be painful. She pondered how to calm down an excited orc and guide them to be gentle. But then she quickly shook her head. It was impossible. She had no experience herself. But she had to find a way, even if it seemed impossible. She had to accept reality and think positively.
If it's Gevaudan...
Maybe if she asked, he would be gentle. Such a thought vaguely crossed her mind. If he is calm, he is the kind of person who might listen.
They say you remember your first time until you die. Even if she became a breeding vessel until her death, if she was embraced by Gevaudan first, she might be able to live with that beautiful memory as support. She's not sure if it's really beautiful, but at least her three friends seemed to enjoy being with Gevaudan. Her rear end had been developed by him already, but the pleasure might have been different if he had done it in the proper way. She wish she had known that before she closed herself off completely. Now she has nothing but regrets.
(Please, Mustachio... Anyone, please come and help me while my purity is still intact...)
At that moment, there was a commotion in the square.
She saw one orc lying on the ground, his head split open.
Other orcs were trampling over the rival's brains, mixing them with mud. They all seemed to be laughing madly. She can't reason with these people.
——Is this the time to contemplate my chastity?
No, it was a matter of life and death now. She could be killed before being impregnated.
(Don't give up, have courage, me!)
Tiriel stood up.
She clasped her hands in front of her chest and closed her eyes.
"Oh Falshidar the eternal light... Please, extend your salvation to me.., please, reach the path you illuminate to this feeble me... Guide me with your hand..."
"Who said you can utter such filthy names? You, elf woman!"
"Eek, I'm sorry!"
The guard struck her cage and she fell flat.
Tiriel once again recited her own god's name in her heart. It was a prayer seeking the divine protection of the ancestral god in times of great need, a practice taught to the elves who lived in the Crystal Desert.
Tiriel's prayer was sincere. The <Elven Highness Grace> dwelling within her turned into particles of light and blessed her. Falshidar had answered. She was indeed a talented girl who had been selected as a candidate for the elite among countless commoners.
However, she doesn't know that the pure appearance of the elf who prays so fervently further fuels the sadistic hearts of the orcs.
"I'll definitely impregnate her...!"
"Defile her...!"
"I'll break that proud nose of hers and make her give birth to my baby...!"
"I bet I can breed twenty into her...!"
"If I win, I'll let everyone who helped me fuck that elf too! What do you say, how about you all working with me?"
"Cowards!"
"Go away, you pig!"
"You're a pig too!"
Laughter erupted. It was the orcs' usual joke.
"It's one thing to say that, but are you sure about this, Chief?"
"Gahaha! Good, good. Don't worry. Knowledge and strategy are also power. No matter what means, the strongest will have their way with that elf. Whether one or ten impregnates her, a high orc will be born. Let them do as they please."
The competition among the orcs for Tiriel had reached a new level of chaos.
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