Butcher Demon

From my fragmented memory, I knew that the main person who had hurt Titania was Tulyal, and that he was already in my stomach. That was the only thing I could remember clearly. My anger subsided a bit.

Then I went on a rampage, probably in the alien city of Faymbaum.

I felt a chill run down my spine, thinking that I might have gotten Lydia into trouble because I went out of control, but there was nothing I could do about it now. I could only pray for her safety.

But in the end, I couldn’t understand why Ferris was here.

Perhaps I or Titania had kidnapped her in the flow of that moment, but this was not good. If she’s still alive, Lydia must be worried about her.

I owe her a lot, and Ferris has to reward her properly. And on top of that, I’m going to pay them both back. Professionally.

And Ferris, the one in question, is still not feeling well. After a day or so of caring for her, she seems to have gotten over her malnutrition and hypothermia, but she still looks a little tired. Her head hurts, sometimes she holds her forehead and acts like she is unable to move.

But I couldn’t figure out what to do. I lick her face, but every time I did, Ferris would just smile weakly and look back at me with her darkened eyes.

I have no idea what’s going on, and I can’t understand a word she’s saying, so I can’t help. She didn’t have a fever or any other symptoms of a cold, so I guess She’s just physically weak. Anyway, I’m trying to be careful not to put any more strain or stress on her.

Titania is fine. She cuddled up to me innocently. She smiled softly and was happy to slither into my arms and rub my cheek. Her black hair smelled so good.

But I still wanted to have a conversation with her. I want to tell her what I’m thinking, what I’m going to do in the future, and there’s no end to the things I need to discuss with her.

I also want to know about her situation.

I mean, what is this army of bugs?

Who are you, really?

I’m sure you’re an alien with some kind of power related to insects, since you had all kinds of insects coming out of your mouth, and you had fire coming out of your fingertips, so maybe you’re some sort of magician. But isn’t it amazing that Titania alone was able to create this legion of bugs?

Each one of these insects is strong.

I’ve fight both humans and aliens, and I can tell from my experience that this army of bugs would be able to take on Faymbaum head-on again, and would be able to push through even a full-frontal clash with the armored machinery units of humans.

It’s very reassuring, and you, the leader of these insects, are very mysterious. How wonderful. I just want to sit on my bed and question you and uncover everything.

–I’ll say it, I’ll say it please forgive me!

–You’re still hiding something from me, aren’t you, you dirty little bitch!

–Oh! I’m sorry, actually, I’m still hiding something. There might be more, so please punish me!

–Damn, what a little bitch! Damn you, you nasty woman! I’m not gonna pull out until you tell me everything!

–Heee! Then I won’t tell! I will never tell you! I want you to bully me until I lose my mind then I might tell you!

I felt a surge of excitement.

…… Hah. This is no time for silly erotic fantasies. first, a conversation.

The only way to do this is to have them teach me the language slowly.

We are now traveling on the back of No.5 the Giant Centipede We’re on our way to my secret base.

Apparently, we’re in a forested area beyond Faymbaum, entering the alien territory. I could see the distinctive mountains in the distance, so I knew where we were and what direction we were headed.

Running alongside us was an army of insects that was seeping through the forest along with the rumbling of the earth.

Who is organizing this army? I’d like to talk to the person in charge of organizing them.

I don’t think it’s Titania. She’s probably in a position to rule the whole thing. The actual work must be done by someone else. Maybe one of the bugs. It’s probably the biggest of the bunch. Maybe it’s a giant spider. Maybe it’s No.5.

From now on, when I get to my base, I’m going to collect weapons and other supplies, but they won’t be sufficient enough to cover this army. So after that, I want to set up a new base with you guys. That’s what I want to discuss with them.

In the first place, how does this army get food for its soldiers? A march is nothing but the establishment of supply lines.

I’m just curious. I need to have a conversation with her soon.

I have a few things I want to do myself.

Devouring Fort 88.

Cleaning up Faymbaum.

Then I’ll just keep killing every human I see until I’m satisfied.

The only problem is that I’m in the middle of a conflict between eliminating Faymbaum and returning the favor to Ferris and Lydia. If I do it indiscriminately, I’ll end up killing them as well, so I might as well narrow down my targets. Or maybe I should ask them to run out of the city beforehand.

Furthermore, I can’t remember who I should take revenge on in Fort 88.

My amnesia seems to be primarily lacking in memories of people.

As it is now, I have to kill those who look like them in order, but if I kill them in the wrong order, there’s a risk that the main targets will sense the danger and run away. Fort 88 is a huge city. If I took too much time, there was a possibility that a support team would come from Stronghold. If that happened, there would indeed be no time to kill them one by one. I need to kill them all indiscriminately.

I could burn the Fort to the ground, but I don’t want to. I want to see them suffer. I want to see their faces contorted in despair.

I need to decide on a priority target and an order of elimination.

In other words, I’m at a loss.

Information gathering and analysis, planning. This is my weak point right now.

In times like this, I know I can rely on Abigail.

I’d like to count on her elite brain …….

I wonder what’s happened to Abigail.

I hope you had a safe trip away from Faymbaum.

She’s the smartest woman I know. If she made it out, I’m sure she’ll find a new life somewhere far away. She must have.

I was just a little disappointed that I couldn’t say goodbye.

–But.

I’m going to see her again.

I don’t know why, but it feels like it.

It would be better if we didn’t.

If she gets involved with me, I’m sure she’ll get hurt again.

She’s been through so much. No one will complain if Abigail finds happiness in the future. I want her to live a happy life somewhere far away, forgetting all the painful things she went through–I honestly hope so.

“Gevaudan, ahhhh…..♪”

Titania put something in my mouth as I gulped it down.

It’s a meatball. I took a bite. It’s delicious!!

I’ve been eating these mysterious meatballs for the past few days, and they’re pretty good.

The ingredients and production method are unknown. It is truly mystery meat.

However, my tongue, which was trained under the manager is of a professional level. As soon as I ate it, I could guess what kind of meat, what part of it, and how it was cooked.

This meat is not cooked. It’s rare.

And it’s probably alien meat.

And that’s why I’ve been feeding Ferris food that I’ve hunted and cooked from wild animals. Food poisoning could be fatal for her right now, and the psychological damage would be serious if she discovered that she went cannibalistic later on.

Of course, I also feed Titania my home-cooked meals together. It’s all meat, but she’s happy to eat it. The way she licks the oil off her hands is very …… teasing. Dang it.

The first day we moved, I was hunting deer and rabbits with Ferris in my arms, but from about the second day, the insects began to voluntarily offer up the animals.

Their hunting was diverse. Prey that had been killed in a wide variety of ways was piled up in front of me like a mountain. It was a frightening scene.

All I had to do was sit on a rock and watch as the pile of sacrifices was being offered. Every time the insects brought in their prey, they would stand in awe. I felt like an evil god or something.

They are really thoughtful arthropods. They look scary, but they are very helpful.

It’s already the fifth day of this trip.

These insects are fast.

Taking full advantage of their multi-legged nature, we are able to head straight for their destination over the rough roads and cliffs of the forest without a care in the world.

In addition, the ride was so comfortable that their backs seemed to have ultra-high performance stabilizers. It was an exhilarating experience to drive through the forest at the speed of a car.

At this pace, we’ll be at my base by this evening.

At here. I can see the mountain that marks the spot.