[El-Nar Spirit Covenant Union — Absolute Defense Point Etroquois]
The Witch Incident that erupted in the Holy Kingdom of Quolia.
Even a kingdom blessed by the gods had been utterly helpless against the malice of witches — even the Saint had been brought to her knees. And at that very moment…
The El-Nar Spirit Covenant Union, the other great nation of the two great good-aligned nations on the Idragia continent, was also being exposed to a threat unlike anything it had ever experienced.
"Report! Unidentified figures ahead! Multiple!"
"All hands, defensive alert! Spirit warriors, form an intercepting line in front of Etroquois!"
A report came from a messenger, and a man who appeared to be the commander issued orders to his soldiers.
The fortress built within the Elven forest — which evoked a sense of clarity, mystery, and even a certain solemn grandeur — was a colossal stronghold made of timber.
Its height rivaled that of castle walls, and the number of Elven warriors standing ready was beyond counting.
Spirit inscriptions carved into every surface faintly luminesced, reinforcing the fortress's structural integrity, while manifest higher-ranking spirits patrolled the surroundings like swarms of fireflies.
A massive installation that appeared as if from nowhere amid the deep forest.
This was the fortress known as Etroquois — the Absolute Defense Point the Elves took such pride in.
And a fortress, by its very nature, was always built with a specific enemy in mind.
At this scale, there was no way it had been constructed on a whim.
As if to prove that point, Etroquois was about to come under attack.
"They're here! A horde of harlots!"
An Elven warrior who had been standing at the fortress with bow in hand, peering into the distance, shouted out.
What appeared was a group of beautiful women.
No — calling them merely "beautiful" was hopelessly inadequate compared to the beauty they possessed.
Their beauty was so unreal that even among the Elves — a race said to be outstandingly fair of feature — they made jaws drop. The intense, feminine fragrance that radiated from their voluptuous, licentious bodies carried a captivating allure so powerful that, despite being enemies, one might find oneself mesmerized against all reason.
But the Elven warriors knew all too well that these women were something far more terrifying than just beautiful.
As if to confirm this, their bodies bore features never found among any mortal race.
Horns like a goat's, wings like a bat's, and tails of a distinctive shape that belonged to no living creature in this world.
They were — Succubi.
"One, two, three… Oh my…! How wonderful! So many dashing men! I can hardly keep my drool in! ♡"
The woman at the front let out a delighted, gleeful cry.
Her voice alone was enough to make the young Elven warriors who had sallied forth from the fortress to take up interception positions blush involuntarily and clutch at their groins.
A high-ranking Succubus could bewitch a man with nothing more than her voice.
Legends that had been dismissed as mere superstition were proving their power the moment they manifested in reality.
"Still, this is the biggest welcome I've ever gotten! ♡ I wonder just how many there are? My head's spinning! ♡"
That woman stood out from the rest.
She was clad in a distinctive outfit that emphasized every curve of her body, and her bearing made it crystal clear that she didn't have the slightest doubt about her own beauty.
She also wore unique ornaments that set her apart, giving her an air of opulence.
It was clear she was the leader of this group.
Stepping forward from the rest of the group, she scrutinized the Elven warriors as if she were licking them up and down — and on either side of her, two figures of contrasting builds, one tall and one petite, called out to her.
"Queen, counting men by the piece is rather unrefined."
"Queen, you're being gross, so please wipe your drool already… Pweh…"
They appeared to be her attendant Succubi.
At their admonition, the woman let out a light "Ufufu," and in place of an answer, she put on a lewd, seductive grin.
Succubus Queen Vagia.
The most powerful of all Succubi — this woman was the cause of the great calamity currently befalling El-Nar, and the Elven clan council had issued strict orders that she absolutely must be stopped at this Absolute Defense Point, Etroquois.
"You wretched Succubus! This is utterly unacceptable — how dare you make a mockery of this!"
Zais Thiesroy — an elf who had been considered the likely next clan chief and was the commander of the defensive outpost Etroquois — spat out his fury in a scream.
The Elves' situation was more dire than anyone had imagined. By prioritizing the assessment of their compatriots' status, they had been thrown onto the defensive and, to this day, had been unable to repel the Succubi's advance.
As a result, they had lost many of their kin.
No — their kin had defected. Seduced by the Succubi's allure.
The fact that this most proud and sacred of races had been so thoroughly debased — it was this unspeakably vulgar truth that had inflated his rage to its absolute limit.
But no matter how furious a proud Elf became, it didn't guarantee the other side would engage on equal terms.
"How mean! We're giving it our all, you know! ♡ That's right — enjoying life itself! ♡"
Queen Vagia, wearing a needlessly defiant smile as though she had something to be proud of, struck a pose.
In an instant — with a sharp *pop* of a strange sound effect — her jacket burst apart, revealing her ample bosom.
Vagia had stripped it off. …It served no tactical purpose whatsoever.
"Queen. You really don't need to disrobe for every little thing."
"Queen, y-your breasts are on full display! Pweh…"
Even among the Succubus entourage, this apparently crossed a line, and both attendants lodged their complaints.
But she wasn't listening at all. Of all the Succubi — a race notorious for never listening to anyone — Vagia was particularly notorious for never listening.
"Shameless harlot! Put your clothes on!"
Naturally, even Zais couldn't help but protest.
There was the shock of having her clothes suddenly stripped away, but more importantly, it was hard on the eyes. If this continued, he might not be able to focus on the sacred battle that was about to begin.
Of course, Zais was a man too. And that was the tragic nature of being a man.
"Huh? Put my clothes on… Could it be that my breasts aren't attractive enough? I'm a little hurt, peww! ♡"
"No, I'm not saying they're not attractive — that's not what I—"
"Good! ♡ Then why don't you try touching them while you're at it? Just a little — just the tip! ♡"
"Enough! Silence! This is not what I'm trying to discuss!"
Zais was exasperated — why did he have to shout this loud just to get someone to put their clothes on? — but then he caught himself.
He must not let the other side set the pace.
If the conversation went on any longer, he would be drawn in.
That was exactly what had happened to his kin before. Before they knew it, they had been agreeing with the Succubi and succumbing to their allure.
In truth, even Zais was beginning to feel an inexplicable fondness for the oddly likeable Vagia.
"Queen of harlots, witch Vagia — I will stop you here and now! By the law of spirits as decreed by the Tetrarchia Council, I, Zais Thiesroy, will save my kin from your evil grasp!"
As the words left his mouth, the spirit inscriptions carved into Etroquois behind Zais blazed with intensified light.
The spirits that had been drifting through the air gathered inside the building as if returning to their nests, and their radiance soon coalesced into a single beam of light that descended upon Zais's body.
No more words were needed. The enemy was simply to be destroyed.
That was the message his very stance conveyed.
"This is the great-scale spirit ritual passed down among my people! — The combined spirits and mana of the entire surrounding area, gathered into my hands! Even if you are a witch, you cannot withstand this!"
"Hehe, what a wonderful buildup. So — we're going to have a conversation with our bodies? ♡ I just love that kind of thing! Now then — let this Succubus Queen, Vagia, thoroughly, slowly, and deeply probe your masculine might! ♡"
Zais took up his spear — his weapon of choice.
Inscribed with spirit seals, it received auxiliary mana from Etroquois and blazed with a fierce, spiraling luminescence.
At the same time, the spirit warrior corps behind Zais each readied their weapons, and the archers stationed within the fortress drew their bowstrings taut.
"Elves. Come at me from whichever direction you like."
"Mr. Elf. Ah, um… please be gentle."
"Hehehe ♡ Come now, let's have some fun with big sister~!"
"Spirits! Grant me victory! Charge! Brave spirit warriors of mine!"
"OOOOOOHHH!!!"
The instant the cry rang out, Zais became a streak of light and unleashed his full spiritual might in a single devastating blow aimed at Vagia.
The shockwave shook the forest, and birds took flight in panic from between the trees.
The surging power rippled across the ground, and the hammer of light crashed down upon the witch with absolute certainty.
Every Elf was convinced of their prospective clan chief's victory — even the Succubus entourage's eyes widened in shock.
But Zais alone —
"…Wh—!"
— Zais alone understood.
With a soft, yielding sensation, his strike had been completely blocked.
"Take this! Killer Breast Slap!"
"Guwahh!!"
Blown back, Zais tumbled across the ground, screaming.
His cheek was swollen an angry red, proving that the blow — despite its ridiculous name — had been devastatingly powerful.
But none of that mattered one bit to Zais.
Because there was a far more bewildering fact staring him in the face than the pain in his cheek.
"Wh-what just happened!? What—"
Tumbling to a stop, Zais staggered back to his feet with the help of his fellow Elven warriors.
Before him, Vagia stood exactly as before, utterly smug. Not a single scratch marred the beautiful chest into which he had driven what should have been a killing blow.
"Did you know? Men can never beat breasts… It's a sad fact of life, isn't it? ♡"
"Don't be absurd! That was a blessing of the spirits! A spirit ritual! A strike powered by the full spiritual energy of Etroquois! Impossible! There's no way!"
Zais screamed in confusion as phenomena that overturned everything he believed in played out before his very eyes.
He could hear the foundations of his own convictions crumbling with a deafening crash. How was he supposed to destroy this witch, then? He was consumed by a feeling bordering on despair.
Watching this, Vagia quietly opened her mouth.
"Succubus Official Love-Love Communication, Vol. 14."
"…What? What did you say?"
Zais blurted out reflexively, dropping his composure entirely.
The atmosphere had clearly not been right for such a statement, and the words were so out of left field that he couldn't help but respond. At the same time, he realized he had no idea what any of it meant.
What was she trying to say? While the man who was considered worthy of the clan chief position could do nothing but flounder in bewilderment, Vagia continued her recitation.
"Succubus Queen — Level 90 plus. Offensive capability is on par with a modern carrier strike fleet acting solo; defensive capability is such that even tactical nuclear weapons fail to inflict meaningful damage… Excerpt from page 56. ♡"
"Carri…er? Tacti…cal… What is that? What the hell is that!?"
A level of combat ability far beyond what any individual should possess had been laid bare.
But there was no way Zais could understand what those words meant.
This was an entirely different world — a world governed by entirely different laws. There was no way he could know about weapons that had wreaked havoc in yet another reality.
The Queen puffed out her chest and struck a smug pose. Seeing Zais reduced to nothing but confusion, the two attendant Succubus Nobles offered a succinct explanation.
"Elves. We are far more powerful than you can possibly imagine."
"Mr. Elf. Our species is simply on a completely different tier, you know? Pweh…"
The two Noble Succubus — members of the aristocratic class — coolly analyzed the disparity in their combat power and stated the facts plainly.
On the ground around them, the Elven spirit warriors who had charged alongside Zais lay scattered.
Each and every one of them had earned the title of spirit warrior through relentless training and grueling ritual. They were the pride of El-Nar, capable of standing shoulder to shoulder with the Holy Knights of Quolia.
Yet even banding together, they had been brushed aside in a single kick.
More than any words, this fact hammered home the unbearable reality before Zais.
"Well, that's just how it is! ♡ When I saw this setting, I thought the developers who put something like this into an erotic game were out of their minds. But it actually turns out to be surprisingly useful! ♡"
Vagia spoke.
About her origins. About what kind of being she was.
But among the Elves, there was no one who could understand her words.
Knowing full well they couldn't understand, she spoke anyway.
"After all, I've been summoned into such a dangerous world! ♡"
Before long, a soft gigling began to spread among them.
The bewitching laughter leaking from the Succubus ranks gradually intensified, spreading as if wrapping around the Elves and pulling them in.
The seductive chorus that ensnared men made the Elven warriors sense the approaching smell of defeat, and panic spread through their ranks.
But not a single one of them fled.
Because they had already been captured — heart and soul — by this group of impossibly beautiful women.
"Though that has nothing to do with you right now! And nothing to do with us either! ♡"
With a sharp snap of her fingers, the Queen sent her Succubi surging forward.
Every last one of them wore a blissful, enraptured smile, awaiting the Queen's command with barely contained excitement for the debauched revelry about to begin.
And so, the merciless Queen gave the decree to commence a feast that would sate every earthly pleasure.
"Come now, everyone — it's dinner time! Put on a show for the Elves that would make even niche, avant-garde AV producers recoil! ♡"
"Yaaay!!"
The Elves who had regained their senses scrambled to flee.
But one by one, they were caught by the Succubi's absurdly superhuman combat abilities.
What happened to those caught goes without saying.
Watching the carnal unions that erupted everywhere from the corner of their vision, the two Noble Succubus attendants turned back to the Queen.
"Queen. What are your plans from here?"
"What plans? What do you mean?"
"The enemies from other games, Queen… Ugh, why is it always such serious, violent games? We came from a silly, sexy game, so we're probably going to lose!"
"Well, if we lose, we lose — and we can always do the defeat scene, right? ♡ A fair trade for a fair trade! ♡"
At the Queen's words, the petite Noble Succubus flushed bright red and eventually murmured, "Maybe that wouldn't be so bad…" before falling silent.
Seeing this thoroughly Succubus-like reaction, her tall counterpart shook her head slightly, let out a sigh, and looked up at the sky as if to say, "What can you do?"
Watching the pair's amusing exchange, Vagia laughed, clearly in high spirits.
"Hatred, killing, war… all of it — every last bit — is pointless! ♡ Useless, meaningless, worthless, unproductive! What's good is the sexy stuff! Forget everything and just get intimate and everything works out! ♡ That's why we came here…"
Even her hearty, boisterous laugh contained the magical power to corrupt men.
Her entire being existed for the purpose of ensnaring men.
That was why Vagia was born. That was why she lived.
Vagia had no objective. No dream, no particular wish she wanted fulfilled.
She simply did as she pleased because her god and she herself wished it so.
Ultimate desire — sharpened to its keenest edge precisely because it was singular and absolute.
Sometimes, it could even possess the power to cleave the world itself.
Queen Vagia smiled, bearing that charm that could corrupt all living things.
"Now then, just as our 'God of Expansion' desires… shall this 'Virtuous Witch-Queen Vagia' go conquer the world? ♡"
A new threat was steadily seeping its way into the world.
[Mynoghra Royal Palace — Emergency Council Meeting]
A surprise attack by the Brave Questus Demon Lord's army. And the loss of a hero — a problem that could not possibly be overlooked.
To discuss these matters, Takuto had gathered the key members of the nation's administration for an emergency meeting to talk strategy and future direction.
The atmosphere was always one of warm camaraderie, but that day was different.
Of course, given the shock of losing Isla, it was only natural that the mood would be heavy.
But no — even beyond that, today was different.
Every single person gathered in that room was trembling with a primal terror, huddled like small animals waiting out a storm in their burrow.
As he surveyed his subordinates — bewildered and frightened by an experience unlike anything they had faced before — Takuto spoke quietly.
"…We are going to conquer the world."
Those words, delivered with an authority that brooked no argument, sent a chill of nameless dread through everyone who heard them.