Chapter 11 : The Great Forest of Another World : Rematch

　Running, through the forest.

　From front to back, the green of my vision blows away, and sure enough, it's a single released arrow.

　Her body feels no weight of armour at all, and is as light as cotton wool.

　Phyllis holds Sota by the sack in her arms and runs through the forest, splitting it lengthwise.

　Despite wearing armour and carrying a young man, her speed far surpassed that of the short-distance runners in Sota's world.

　Sota was held firmly in her arms, but he could do nothing but be horrified by the sheer speed.

"Souta! are they still coming?"

"Yes, they are! They're coming!

"Fuck- ...!"

　Seven or eight women in black light armour are approaching from behind.

　When she and the other Imperial soldiers finally spot Sota and Phyllis, they immediately rush in.

　They shout "man, man" in partition, and persistently chase them around with a viscous smile of inferiority.

　For these Imperial soldiers, Sota is a feast.

　If a man of the finest quality appears in the midst of a long and arduous mission and a life of abstinence, there is no choice but to fuck him.

　In the case of the male-abduction war, the Empress has given her permission to be a little rough with the men. The Imperial Guardsmen are not the only ones who have a strong sexual appetite, but they are not the only ones who have a strong sexual appetite.

　The slightly different and desperate expressions of the Imperial soldiers give Sota a not inconsiderable amount of fear.

　Especially after Phyllis had told him how men were treated in the Empire.

　He is now informed that his curiosity about being captured by the girls was completely naive, as he could have sex with them as much as he wanted. They are predators and men are sheep to be eaten. There are no human rights there.

"I'm sorry Phyllis, you were here because I'm ...!"

"Don't say that. I told you, I will protect you."

　If she didn't have Sota, Phyllis would surely be able to escape on her own.

　But she won't let go. Her hands gripping Sota's arms and thighs tightly were strong enough that she would never lose them.

　But this is not the way to ....

"... Shit. You finally turned up."

　Phyllis clicked her tongue abominably.

　Ahead of him, a warrior stood in a regal position, waiting for him.

　Her arms folded majestically, the axe on her back silently waiting to be drawn.

"Ronia Ilfte ...!"

　Her sallow, tanned skin is young and fresh.

　Her dark blue hair swung slightly about her shoulders, and her orange eyes looked straight at Phyllis.

　Phyllis finally stopped.

　She decided that she did not think she would be able to run away from Ronia.

　She quietly lowered Sota down beside her and took out the small survival knife she had borrowed from him.

..."

　The men in pursuit quickly surrounded Phyllis and the others, and gave Sota a sneering look that was not feminine. The beasts of prey surrounding the fatty flesh are already drooling.

"Phyllis san, ..."

"Don't worry, Sota."

　Phyllis responds to the trembling Sota's voice with a taut voice that shows no signs of anxiety.

"I'm surprised at him. He's a real top-class man."

　Ronia lowered her crossed arms and licked her thin lips with her red tongue.

　Her insouciant, judging gaze clung to Sota's entire body like hot cheese.

　She is no longer interested in Phyllis. All she could think about was raping Sota.

"Did you pick that man up in the woods?"

"I don't owe you an answer."

"You're a ... boring old woman. 'No, I'll have plenty to talk about later from the man. In my bed."

"... Fuck off."

　Boiling.

　The quiet but furious fighting spirit might be similar to what a parent might display when defending a child.

　The Imperial soldiers, hit by this fighting spirit, involuntarily gasped at the power of it.

　Only one, Ronia, raised the corner of her mouth, as if the tingling fighting atmosphere on her skin was pleasant.

"Hey Lend Phyllis your sword.

　Lonia instructs the soldiers, cupping her chin.

　The women can't hide their confusion at the sudden instruction.

"What are you doing?"

　Phyllis frowns, and Ronia smiles belligerently.

"This world's strongest warrior, Lonia-sama, winning against an unarmed opponent would be pathetic, wouldn't it?"

"... is that right? You'll regret your pride."

"You think I'm proud? If you think so, you're the one with the biggest hubris."

..."

　Phyllis cannot say anything back to Ronia's confident words.

　The first battle was a clear defeat for Phyllis.

　But even so, Phyllis must win.

　It would be the match of a lifetime, with her pride and the man she loved at stake.

　The soldier who was prodded by Ronia to hurry up reluctantly slid her sword at Phyllis's feet.

　Phyllis takes it leisurely and lets it feel familiar in her hand.

　The gains are not bad.

"Phyllis-san, ...."

"Don't look at me like that, Souta. You're in a big boat. ... No, a big boat is a bad idea. You've been in a storm on a boat and you've come all this way."

　Phyllis said and scratched her cheek apologetically.

　It is a good sign of her honesty that she does not lack consideration for Sota, even at a time like this.

　Sota shook her hand and said forcefully, as if sending a reminder.

"Please win. I'm sure you will. I'm sure of it."

"... Oh. Now I have just become a hundred times stronger. Thank you."

　Despite Sota's nervous face, Phyllis laughed softly.

　Little do they know that the women around them look on with envy at the exchange between Phyllis, who smiles benevolently, and Sota, who cares for her. They are even more envious of the Imperial soldiers, who have never seen a man who adores a woman.

"Have you had your last words?"

　Lonia draws her axe with plenty of time to spare.

　She is in no hurry. because she knows that if she kills Phyllis, the man will be hers.

　Phyllis also draws her sword and responds sternly.

"It won't be the last time I say goodbye. For I will kill you all."

"I'm looking forward to it. I'm looking forward to killing you and taking that man into my bed with my body on fire."

"I will not let you touch him."

　With these words, there is a brief moment of silence.

　The two of them leaned in close to each other and--'

"Haaaaahhhh!"

"Haaaaaaaa!!!"

　--The killing match has begun again.