Vol 3 Chapter 33 – The Banquet and the Locker Room Talk【Vol 3 – The First Knight Commander is a Dark Elf Half-Succubus Who Hates Men】

Although there was the irregular situation of us discovering the entrance to subspace halfway through, the First Knight Order’s magical beast subjugation mission was completed generally without a hitch.

According to Yuna-san, it is highly likely that the magical beasts infesting the area were leaking little by little from subspace into the real world. Since we were able to eradicate the supply source, she stated that this expedition could be called an unprecedented, huge, huge, huge success. I was thanked insanely by Yuna-san and everyone in the First Knight Order, who insisted it was all thanks to me. To make matters worse, I was troubled by their earnest pleas for me to lead the First Knight Order. If Shion hadn’t been right there beside me, I definitely would have been bulldozed into joining the First Knight Order.

The last night in the magical beast habitat. A modest banquet was held at the campsite. Since we didn’t know when magical beasts might appear, going too wild was forbidden. However, the knights, who now only had the return trip to the capital left, were given slightly fancier food and a bit more booze than usual. Apparently, this drinking party also served as a requiem for the comrades who fell during the subjugation. I was pinned down by my two disciples, who told me there would be a grand party once we returned to the capital and that I absolutely had to attend that one, too.

When the booze flows, the dirty talk picks up. I was in high demand among the pleasantly tipsy knights. At first, everyone was just expressing their gratitude, but soon enough, they started digging for information about the members of the Succubus Knight Order. Like, which Succubus is the cutest. Like, which Succubus has the biggest boobs. Like, which Succubus has the best scores on the Bride Certification Exam. And in the end, which Succubus has the wildest techniques at night…

I want to say, “Like I can answer that!” I really want to say it. However, the difficult thing about erotic talk at a drinking party is that if you just flat-out refuse, you kill the mood. Moreover, with this kind of talk, even if you say “this stays here,” rumors spread instantly. They spread at the speed of light. If I were to give a clumsy answer here, it wouldn’t be strange if every single word I said was known by every member of the Succubus Knight Order by the time we got back to the capital. Or rather, that will absolutely happen; I’m an expert on this. Besides, everyone else hasn’t noticed, but I’ve noticed that Shion has erased her presence and is eavesdropping right nearby.

Well, that being the case. At first, I forcibly changed the subject to dodge the dirty talk, but it got annoying, so I secretly slipped away. As I was resting in the bushes a little ways away from the banquet, Yuna-san approached me with a bottle in one hand.

“Good evening, Master. It seems you had quite a rough time.”

“It was a terrible experience…”

“I apologize for the rudeness of my subordinates. This isn’t much of an apology, but I brought some good wine. Let’s drink together.”

“That sounds nice… Wait, you’ve drunk quite a bit already, haven’t you? You’re wobbling a little.”

“Ah, I drank my Senior Disciple under the table.”

“Eeeh…?”

“My Senior Disciple isn’t that strong with alcohol, you see. She is sleeping soundly in her tent right now.”

By the way, the drinking age limit varies by country and region, but in the Succubish Kingdom, commoners can drink from age 16, and nobles are allowed to drink regardless of age. Well, Yuna-san is over a hundred years old, though. After that, I drank with Yuna-san and we talked about nothing in particular. About the First Knight Order, about being a half-Dark Elf, and about Yuna-san’s past.

As the conversation progressed, I realized that Yuna-san, who was sitting next to me, was inching closer little by little. Is she sleepy? Yuna-san’s shoulder touched mine. At the same time, Yuna-san’s chest area, developed enough to spill out past her shoulder width, pressed against me with a squish, deforming like a slime. The sensation transmitted through my arm was contradictory—meltingly soft, yet elastic. Huh, didn’t Yuna-san hate men? just as I was thinking that.

“…There is something I want to ask you, Master.”

“Something you want to ask?”

“Yes. —I have wanted to ask ever since we first met. And after seeing you fight seriously, I want to know even more.”

“What is it?”

“Master. Do you have a lover?”

“Unfortunately, not at all.”

When I shook my head, Yuna-san muttered a small “Alright!” and pumped her fist. I wonder what she’s so happy about.