Chapter 139: 139 Revenge is a Luxury
If one looks up materials related to ancient Egypt—pharaohs, pyramids, and the like—one can easily find depictions of a man, presumably a Pharaoh, holding out his cock.
These paintings depict a ritual where the Pharaoh would scatter his semen into the Nile River to appease its flooding when the waters rose too high.
While it could be considered a historic ceremony for the Egyptians of that time...
"To... to be recorded...! My appearance, serving Master in such a lewd state...?!"
"This is driving me crazy, seriously."
Eleonora, seeing the Orcs setting up canvases to paint her—and some even starting to carve stone tablets—seemed unable to bear it any longer. She whipped her head around, maintaining the posture where she was grinding her ass against my cock.
"Here, Master! Hurry, hurry! Ram your cock violently into this sow and make her cum in a disgraceful, unsightly mess!"
"You’re actually enjoying this?!"
Her pussy was clamping down with such intensity that it felt like it might snap my cock right off. Judging by the tightness of her snatch, there was no need to ask just how aroused Eleonora was.
"Haaah... F-future humans will see my figure too. The image of Master’s lewd sow, Eleonora, will remain forever..."
"W-wait a minute!"
"Eeeek! I can’t hold it back!"
Schloooooo-pop—?!
—Uhh?!
—Cock, pulled out!
—Sow... pulled... cock out!
Suddenly, cool air brushed against my cock. Right before my eyes, her pink pussy—which seemed to vomit out my meat-rod with a reluctant squelch—was leaking pure white semen from between its lewd, twitching meat-folds.
But Eleonora didn’t seem to care about that in the slightest. She suddenly sprang up on her two legs and began striding toward me.
"Come! Master, show everyone! Show them the sight of me oinking and squealing because of Master’s cock...♥"
The pink hearts shimmering in Eleonora’s eyes as she looked down at me were definitely not a hallucination.
* * *
Meanwhile.
In the basin within the Black Mountain range where the Orc settlement is located, slightly away from the Paradise, high in the sky.
A single hawk, covered in beautiful grey feathers resembling clouds heavy with rain, was flying furiously against the biting winds of the Black Mountain.
The direction this hawk was heading was not the East where the sun rises, nor the West that signals the end of the day, but the North.
The Black Mountain range, despite its rugged terrain, still possessed a pristine environment untouched by human hands, allowing wild animals to thrive. However, the moment one moved North from there...
As if the bountiful wilderness and the warm, cozy air were a lie, a snowfield raged with harsh blizzards immediately appeared.
But the hawk didn’t seem to care about such things. Rather, as if this unforgiving snowfield where one couldn’t see an inch ahead was exactly the place it was looking for, it began to climb higher, even higher into the sky.
Was it looking for prey?
However, the hawk didn’t even glance at the snow-white rabbit barely poking its face out of the snowdrift. It simply flew over the snowy plains, tilting its head this way and that.
And then.
—Awooooooo!
Hearing the howling of a wolf from somewhere, as if it had been waiting for it, the hawk turned toward the sound. As the direction of the blizzard shifted as if to push the hawk’s back...
The hawk immediately used the wind to glide smoothly, as if riding a slide. At the same time, using the superior eyesight unique to birds of prey...
It began to dive rapidly toward a wolf tearing at the throat of a struggling reindeer on the ground far below, and a human looking down at the wolf from a high cliff with a proud expression.
—Screeeeeech!!
"!"
As the distance to the human below closed, the hawk opened its beak and let out the piercing cry characteristic of raptors.
As if reacting to the sound...
The human on the ground—Urga, the barbarian female warrior of the Grey Wolf Tribe with impressive black hair and shark-like jagged teeth—raised her arm high into the sky as if she had been waiting.
As if saying this is the place, signaling it to land on her arm.
The hawk descended straight toward Urga without hesitation, flapping its wings. It hooked its talons onto the bear-hide bracer wrapped around her arm and landed safely.
Urga immediately untied the parchment tied to the hawk’s leg.
—Kweeeehhhck!!
Food! Give me food!
"Yeah, good work."
Flap-flap! Even though the hawk flapped its wings in a display of cuteness, Urga waved her arm dismissively as if shooing away a fly. At this, the hawk spread its wings even wider in protest.
—Kweeeehhhck!!
"I said good work! What! What’s the problem—woah?!"
Don’t just say empty words, give me a proper reward!
—Kweck! Kweck!
Suddenly jumping up from her arm, the hawk began flapping its wings around Urga’s head, messing up her hair with its talons and beak.
"What’s wrong with you?! Get lost! I said good work, didn’t I—Gaaahk!"
The hawk protested wildly, messing up her hair as if to make her pay the price for daring to use its labor for free. Urga could only flail her arms around her head like a person chased by bees.
"Gotcha, you little—?! Uwaaaah!!"
—Kweeeehk?!
Urga, who had been flailing her arms perilously on the cliff edge like someone swating at bees, eventually tumbled down the cliff, rolling over and over, entangled with the hawk in a single giant snowball.
The wolf, which was about to tear into the soft flesh of the freshly killed reindeer, freaked out at the massive snowball rolling toward it and hid behind a tree.
Thud!
As soon as the wolf hid, the snowball slammed directly into the tree, shattering apart and dumping piles of snow from the branches above onto the wreckage.
"This crazy bird...!"
—Kweck...!
The pleasant rebellion was short-lived. The hawk, struggling to escape the snow pile, was snatched up by Urga’s hand as swiftly as a bear catching a salmon swimming upstream.
Squeeze.
"You fucking crazy bird-brain! Should I just eat you right here?!"
Urga, panting like a beast with all traces of the noble predator gone, shoved her face toward the hawk, which was still squirming defiantly despite being in her grasp.
—Kweeeehhhck!! Kweeeehhhck!!
Seeing Urga’s terrifyingly sharp teeth, the hawk felt a genuine threat to its life and began shaking its head frantically, begging for mercy.
She’s not joking. I’m actually going to be chewed up alive!
Sensing its fate, the hawk began to cry sorrowfully. A grey wolf approached Urga, who was huffing and puffing as if she really would crunch the bird’s head off, and rubbed its head against her face.
—Whine...
"...I’ll let you off just this once."
There is no second time!
Realizing it had narrowly escaped death, the hawk flew from Urga’s hand to the wolf’s head as soon as it was released, and then began tearing into the reindeer meat alongside the wolf.
"Shit... I look like a mess."
Should I have just eaten it? Urga roughly shook the snow off her body, feeling her strength drain away. She leaned her back against the tree that had stopped her fall and unfolded the parchment the hawk had brought.
"Our... God... Descent? Real...?"
The writing was so crooked it was hard to tell if it was text or hieroglyphs, worse than scribble. Urga rolled her eyes as she deciphered the strange symbols on the parchment.
Cursing and clicking her tongue at the barely intelligible words...
After much struggle reading through the parchment, Urga took out a similar piece of parchment from her bosom. She then began writing a message using the blood of the reindeer the wolf had just caught.
How much time had passed? Urga rolled up the parchment in her hand and tied it to the leg of the hawk, which was now happily crying with a full belly.
"Don’t go sidetracked on the way. You think I don’t know? If I catch you slacking off again, I’m really going to eat you, got it?"
—Kweck?!
Still feeling a bit spiteful from earlier, Urga gave the hawk a little scolding before launching it. She swung her arm with all her might to help the hawk sitting on her leather bracer take flight. Using the momentum, the hawk began to fly south again toward the Black Mountain.
And once the hawk soaring high in the sky completely disappeared from her view, Urga suddenly furrowed her brow and shouted.
"Damn bitch! I’ll kill her!"
One might wonder who she was cursing at, but for Urga—the strongest female warrior of the barbarian tribes and the likely candidate for the next chieftain—the target of her vitriol was fixed.
"Because of that fucking bitch! I... Ughhh...!!"
The platinum-blonde Knightess, Eleonora!
It was all because of her.
Unlike other humans on the continent, Urga’s people had allied with others—whether human or monster—just to survive in this harsh land and environment.
She just wanted to live a new life with her tribe in a warm, bountiful land, not this snow-covered hellscape.
But for some reason, whether out of a grudge or something else, whenever she and her tribe tried to cross the Black Mountain to move slightly south, that woman would appear like a ghost and beat them like rats.
It wasn’t even an annual event; she swept through them like a recurring natural disaster.
In a situation where Urga was the only one in the tribe who could stand up to her tyranny, it was a slaughter.
Furthermore, a few years ago, during the Kingdom and the Goddess Church’s "Great Purge Operation," the intensity reached its peak.
"Is she some blood-crazed maniac?! Why does she pick a fight and crush every man she sees?!"
No matter how much Urga tried to chase Eleonora away by clashing swords with her, the moment she took her eyes off her, Eleonora would have already found another warrior, picked a fight, and crushed him.
After repeating this process of chasing and being chased hundreds of times...
Even though several years had passed since the Great Purge, Urga’s Grey Wolf Tribe had suffered catastrophic damage. Forget decent warriors; the seed of men had practically dried up, and they were now worrying about the tribe’s survival from day to day.
If hands weren’t so short, would the Princess of the tribe be out hunting herself?
So annoying!
"Vile bitch! A bitch deserving of death! Evil woman! Someday, I’ll catch that fucking bitch with my own hands, strip her stark naked, and humiliate her in front of all my tribe members!"
She just wanted to live comfortably, but that platinum-blonde sow kept interfering with her perfectly planned life plan.
Was it such a sin to just want to plant her feet on warm soil and live?
After cursing Eleonora for a long time, Urga let out a deep sigh.
"...Bullshit. The tribe needs to survive first. Revenge is a luxury."
Realistically, it was impossible. Forget revenge.
Right now, lacking hunters, the Princess herself was out doing the hunting.
Her life plan—to eventually find a male who met her standards, become his seed-receptacle, give birth to kids, and enjoy the rest of her life comfortably—was good, but her status was that of a Princess.
Her tribe was on the brink of life and death. Revenge, her remaining years, her personal life... none of it mattered more than the heavy responsibility of saving her tribesmen first.
And today, news that could be a ray of hope for her tribe had arrived from a group of Orcs who had miraculously survived the last Great Purge.
Urga stared toward the south where the hawk had flown, gazing at the towering Black Mountain range, and muttered.
"If it’s for my tribe’s survival, I’ll do anything."
Even if it meant offering herself to a mysterious God who had descended to the earth.
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