Reincarnated as a Dungeon Master, I Became Unstoppable by Doting on My Monsters—My Gorgeous Monsters Have Started to Conquer the World on Their Own!

Amid a gentle plain, a large carriage was quietly moving along.

“Ah, look, look, Biondetta! A hen is taking a dust bath over there.”

Clatter, clatter.

“…Such an unimaginably idyllic scene. If Angelain saw this, she’d probably write some boring poetry.”

Clatter, clatter.

Clatter, clatter…

“Um…”

Finally unable to hold back, the coachman pulling the carriage spoke up.

“What is it?”

A sharp, cold voice responded.

“N-no, it’s nothing.”

Intimidated by the icy atmosphere of the voice, the young coachman adjusted his hat lower over his eyes and looked down.

For the young man who had been a coachman all his life, this was an entirely new experience. On the carriage that day were two women of unparalleled beauty, the likes of which he had never seen before.

One appeared in her early twenties, with wavy, pale green hair swept to the side. She wore an elegant, milky-white coat dress with a black jabot, perfectly fitting the description of a noblewoman out incognito.

However, her uncommon combination of a tight skirt, tights, and amber heels might give different impressions to different people, but to the coachman, she seemed incredibly sophisticated.

…She had the face of a capable beauty, but her eyes, hidden behind silver-rimmed glasses, lacked warmth and seemed to look down on everything as boring.

The other was a girl who looked about 15 years old.

She wore a black punk jacket, which alone would be enough to bewilder someone of humble upbringing like the coachman. On top of that, she wore a dark purple bondage dress, knee socks full of poisonous-looking studs, a large, colorful silk hat adorned with vibrant decorations, and a teddy bear of green and purple primary colors.

The bondage dress covered her up to the collarbone area. Although it wasn’t particularly revealing, the outfit that emphasized her body lines was an eyesore for the coachman, who had little experience with women and led a simple life.

Her hairstyle was blonde twin tails, but the color was so vivid that it was closer to yellow than blonde.

Her face was youthful, and she wore an innocent, radiant smile that didn’t suggest ulterior motives. However, that only made her radical attire stand out more, revealing her provocative inner self.

Seeing these two women chatting amicably was increasingly perplexing for the coachman.

Although he wasn’t sure if breaking into their private space was appropriate, his curiosity got the better of him, and he ended up asking a question. However, his question was cut off by the long-haired beauty.

“Excuse me, Biondetta!”

But the girl, Rosarosa, placated the beauty’s attitude.

“Ugh… What is it, coachman boy?”

Biondetta asked the coachman, clearly annoyed.

“Co-coachman, boy? N-no, I apologize. I was just wondering why two young women are traveling alone…”

The coachman had heard that these two hunters traveled from country to country, clearing dungeons.

If one had divine blessings suitable for combat, even women could boast formidable combat capabilities.

However, he couldn’t understand why two young, beautiful women would be in such a dangerous profession. Moreover, those with strong divine blessings are usually young ladies from good families or important military assets for a country.

Yet these two were traveling without any attendants, leading the coachman to think there must be some unavoidable reason.

However, his curiosity was swiftly cut down.

“What right do you have to ask such a question?”

The words came from the more mature woman, Biondetta. They were not merely a question but a menacing tone that seemed to reprimand him.

“N-no, it’s not about rights, I… I apologize.”

Could it be that they’re involved in some dark affairs of the state? He thought they might even be spies for a trading company, influenced by Biondetta’s stubborn attitude to keep their circumstances hidden.

“Biondetta-chan! No, there’s no special reason; we’re just making money, you know, making money! If we, confident in our abilities, want to make money quickly, becoming hunters is the best way. Look, the coachman has seen your strength, too, right?” Rosarosa interjected, seemingly playing the role of mediator between the two.

“But I thought you must be renowned young ladies, given your impressive blessings…”

The coachman had picked up these two women because they had saved his life. The world outside the city was fraught with dangers—monsters, bandits, barbaric tribes who lived by plundering, and soldiers from enemy nations. Anyone involved in a profession that required traveling, especially through poorly maintained roads, was constantly in life-threatening danger.

In such circumstances, the coachman had been attacked by a Demi-Plant Hawk, a beast-type monster resembling a green hawk. Biondetta had saved him. With a crossbow and a sword in hand, she had instantly hunted down a flock of fast-flying hawks. She dodged enemy attacks as if she had eyes in the back of her head, predicted the hawks’ movements, and caught them bare-handed. It was a superhuman feat.

In Etina, a person’s strength is directly linked to their economic power. This is because human combat capabilities are mostly derived from blessings, and the most efficient way to obtain these blessings is through monetary offerings. That’s why the coachman had assumed that these two were daughters of good families or a daughter and her bodyguard. He didn’t have the time to attend social events or recognize the faces of major families’ daughters.

The real reason for their strength was that both could level up like monsters, thanks to their unique skills; they didn’t have any blessings.

“Haha, it’s not like that. You, the coachman, also have a horse blessing, right? That’s awesome!”

Rosarosa skillfully diverted the conversation while lifting the coachman’s spirits.

“N-no, it’s a blessing that all coachmen receive.”

The coachman smiled shyly. The god who had granted him the blessing would bless anyone who offered a fixed amount of offerings.

“Oh? What can it do?”

Rosarosa leaned forward curiously to ask. While she was still young enough to be called a girl, the coachman was also young and couldn’t look her in the face directly, especially given her dazzling appearance and the outfit that emphasized her chest and cinched her waist.

The coachman blushed and looked down as he replied, “Uh, it makes the carriage less likely to be attacked by monsters. Without this blessing, I wouldn’t be able to do my job. I owe my life so far to the god Alara.”

The young man spoke more confidently, perhaps because he was talking about the god he proudly worshipped.

“Wow! That’s amazing!”

Rosarosa exclaimed in admiration upon hearing this. The coachman felt like he was on cloud nine; not only had he met such a beautiful girl and been saved by her, but now he was also being praised by her. He thought there probably wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t be happy to be honored by her.

“Hehe, but lately, I haven’t been able to make many offerings, which is why we got attacked like today. If you two weren’t here, I would’ve died.”

The coachman laughed, perhaps feeling embarrassed to admit his financial difficulties in front of two beautiful women.