Hentai Dragon King

Alright. Leave the fairies to Lucia and I’ll take care of the skeleton soldiers.

Gasa-gasa.

They increased even more by pushing through the trees. There were probably 15 in total. They were all equipped with bows and swords.

Now, this is a problem.

Their equipment looked quite old, but their weapons clearly looked like human-made things.

When I landed and looked around, I was certain.

These were human, beastman, or elf skeletons. Not orc or monster bones.

Were these skeleton soldiers the kind of ”dead soldiers who died around here” from fantasy works that get possessed by vengeful spirits or controlled by bad magic?

Originally they were human remains. Thinking about it, killing them feels a bit heavy.

They were equipped weapons, so of course they died during combat. They didn’t die because they wanted to.

They died without mercy after being attacked by enemies or monsters.

It’s too cruel that their bodies are still being used by someone even after death.

The reason I told Lucia to protect the fairies was also because I didn’t want the fairies to mercilessly destroy these skeleton soldiers.

What should I do?

What is the most correct countermeasure against skeleton soldiers?

In fantasy works, the standard is for a cleric-type character to pray for peaceful death, but...

Ah, right. Let’s ask the professional in that field, Rafilia-san.

I can relay it through Dura-san at the church.

’Hello, Dura-san. Can you hear me?’

’Yes. What is it?’

’Is now a good time?’

’Yes. It’s fine.’

’What is Rafilia-san doing right now?’

’Rafilia-san? I just saw her giving food to the beastmen. She’s not visible right now. Searching. Please wait a moment.’

Rafilia-san basically does church work like cleaning, prayer, or copying manuscripts early in the morning or late at night, and during the day she listens to consultations from people who come to the church, visits sick neighbors and old people, waters the vegetables in the garden, and is always doing something for someone.

Unlike the capybara girls who sunbathe all day, Rafilia-san is busy.

’Picoon. Found. Rafilia-san is at coordinates 49.0050134 – 0.7141442.’

’Even hearing coordinates I don’t understand.’

’Fufufu. Just teasing.’

’Ah, yes. Where exactly?’

’Her room. She seems to be doing elf rehabilitation with Ifelasuki.’

’I’m sorry, but can I ask for the countermeasure against undead monsters? Is there a prayer magic to purify wandering souls?’

’I understand. Since I’m suddenly asking such a thing as a mere widow, I’ll casually ask with cosmic patter.’

’Please do.’

’Wait a moment. Kacha. Ran, ran, ra. Ranra, ranra.’

What is cosmic patter...?

It’s probably a technology that analyzes human brainwaves and thought patterns to have the most appropriate conversation.

Also, why does the hold music that plays when canceling a paid membership from a major online shopping site’s customer service make the staff sing the nasal version?

Does it play in cosmic shopping too?!

Dura-san’s cosmic jokes are high difficulty.

The skeleton soldiers are probably waiting for Dura-san’s reply.

The front skeleton soldier drew his sword, let out a voiceless war cry, and charged.

”Sweeeet! Here I come!”

He moved surprisingly fast despite having no muscles, but my combat abilities have improved — reflex nerves, prescience, etc. I completely evaded his attack with plenty of room.

I knew two more would attack from the side at different times, so I also moved away from them.

The riverbank stones were wet from the rain, so footing was unstable, but even considering that, I had no sense of crisis and could deal with the enemy attacks.

”Hah! Hah! Taahaaah!”

I was just evading, but I’ll answer with bold lines.

From above, I could clearly see the positional relationship between the 15 skeleton soldiers and myself.

I could read how to avoid the attacks with minimal movement and delay the enemy’s next actions.

If I lured them with flashy movements, Lucia and the fairies would be safe too.

”You think you can beat me with that level of skill?!”

If I really wanted, I could destroy their legs and make them unable to move, but I can’t.

Because...

The armor hooked on the rib bones of the skeleton soldier in the right rear only showed the bikini armor’s chest part.

This skeleton soldier was probably a female warrior or knight in life.

Even if they’re now monsters attacking, I can’t break those bones!

I don’t know how many decades or centuries ago they died, but it’s a miracle that the bikini armor stayed hooked to the bones for so long.

Since I knew they were female, I can’t hurt them!

Other skeleton soldiers might also be female. Their hips look wide, their pubic bones are broad, and they look female overall.

Perhaps there used to be a kingdom of only female warriors around here. They might have been the defense force of this area.

’Ooi. Praise me. With skillful cosmic patter, I’ve managed to have Rafilia-san offer a prayer to comfort the dead. I’ve deformed the nanomachines to create a small speaker in Ooi-san’s throat and will reproduce it from there.’

Amazing, cosmic patter!

How did Dura-san make it possible in such a short time to have a priest doing elf rehabilitation say a prayer to comfort undead monsters?!

’She’ll also offer the prayer together with the nearby aunties who are her tea friends, so the effect will be perfect.’

Dura-san was chatting during breakfast, so I know she has nearby auntie tea friends, but how did she make it so that all of them could offer the prayer together?!

What the hell is cosmic patter?!

’All audio will be converted to Ooi-san’s voice so as not to make the people around Ooi-san feel suspicious.’

’Please!’

Without even realizing it was strange, as if I had just drunk water, words of prayer came out of my mouth on their own. When I moved my mouth in sync with the words, Dura-san must have noticed and helped with the lip movements.

The prayer itself was probably outside the other-world translation function, so it was words I didn’t know.

But it had a gentle sound, and I could tell it was wishing for the souls of the dead to rest.

Pick.

The skeleton soldier paused for a moment.

He immediately resumed, but clearly slower than before.

The prayer was working.

I evaded the skeleton soldiers’ attacks while reproducing the prayer words.

But—

”Babuu. Babuu. Ogyaaaaah!”

Inside the prayer words, Iferaski’s crying voice as the last survivor of the alien civilization mixed in.

Dura-san’s voice soothing Iferaski also mixed in.

”It came out, Iferaski~ be quiet~ buuuu~”

”Um, Master Masharu? Are you okay?”

Ferris-san looked at me with suspicion from a distance.

”Y-yes. I’m not okay~ My elf ears are erogenous zones, so big sister feels it~ Don’t lick it~ Pee-shamo~ Pee. Yes, pee on the beastman’s tail~ Waan waaan~ Waann~ Buuu~”

What the hell is happening at the church?!

”Master Masharu?! Are you being mentally attacked?!”

”Obyaa... I’m okay buuu...”

Iferaski’s rain-cold gaze felt good!

The prayer ended. There was a brief silence.

The effect was huge, and the skeleton soldiers were almost motionless.

Eventually they collapsed as if the threads were cut.

”We did it! Master Masharu! It’s amazing that you can use a technique for fighting undead!”

”Ah, no, I’m not that amazing.”

The battle was a complete victory.

But I can’t just leave the bones as they are.

From the shape of the bikini armor buried in one of the bones, it was clearly a very large breast.

I thought it was probably covering the entire breasts, but from the shape it looked like it was only covering the areola area, and the side breasts and underboobs were probably hanging out a lot?

Perhaps she was a female warrior who fought with axes and hammers. Her abs were strong and she was bold, but she felt extremely good and at the same time her huge nipples sprayed breast milk when I inserted into her anus.

The remains must be treated with respect.

”Everyone, wait a moment.”

I picked up a skeleton soldier’s sword and dug a hole at the root of a nearby big tree.

It was raining, so the ground was wet, and there were thick roots, so it was initially tough, but with my arm strength I easily made a hole big enough to bury all 15 bones.

I buried the bones, stuck the swords upright as tombstones, washed the bikini armor in the river, and hung it on the center sword’s hilt.

”Once I offer a real prayer that won’t go through my throat, please forgive me for now.”

I don’t know this world’s customs or their religion, but I clasped my hands.