How NOT to Summon a Demon Lord: Volume 6, page 2
part #6 of How Not to Summon a Demon Lord Series
“Then, if nothing else, could you defend this town?” Laminitus asked, heaving a sigh.
“If you were to retreat from this town, I would help cover for you while you do. But as an Adventurer, I have no intention of taking up permanent residence in this desert town.”
“We said nothing about permanent residence. But We do have other options besides retreating. Perhaps we could bolster Our forces?”
“If an army of the same size as yesterday were to attack, you would need one hundred warriors, each roughly the strength of a Paladin. Or ten with the strength of Faltra’s governor.”
“That reminds Us... That Paladin Captain Batutta has been missing for a while now. Do you happen to know anything?”
“He’s dead...in all likelihood,” Diablo answered, after a moment of hesitance.
“What!?” Laminitus exclaimed, her eyes wide in shock.
“You can ask Lumachina for the details. She knows the whole story, and she is surely the most trustworthy.”
“True, the High Priest would never give a false testimony...”
“Is that all you need? If that’s the case...”
“We understand you do not wish to remain in this town for long, but you haven’t decided when to leave yet, have you?”
“That is true.”
First, they would have to rest. Diablo was tired, and his companions were exhausted as well.
They made their way from Faltra to Zircon Tower, passing through the former Demon Lord’s Domain, and challenged Batutta without a breather in between. Soon after, they had to escape Laminitus, and made their way to Diablo’s dungeon without time to return to town. Then they went straight from clearing the dungeon to yesterday’s war.
—My HP and MP are fine, but I’m definitely getting worn out...
“As far as We are concerned, We would prefer for you stay as long as you can. We will provide the finest hospitality possible to get you to do so.”
Diablo suddenly noticed the gap between them had suddenly shrunk. Laminitus had scooted over silently, drawing close enough for their shoulders to touch.
—Huh? Wh-What’s going on here?
Diablo was gradually losing his composure. In this world, he was a handsome, robust Sorcerer who commanded powerful magic, but on the inside he was a chaste, inexperienced, shut-in gamer. He couldn’t keep his bearings straight when approached by a woman in such a revealing outfit.
He lowered his gaze, only to be greeted by Laminitus’s deep cleavage. From the slit of her disheveled skirt, Diablo got a good look at her exposed thighs as well.
—Holy...
But a Demon Lord would never let a pair of boobs or an exposed thigh or two distract him!
Laminitus leaned against him heavily. Diablo’s arm fit snugly into her cleavage.
“Aaah...!?”
“Mmm... You’re very...robust, aren’t you...”
—Sh-She’s talking about my arm, right? Definitely my arm. Nothing else she could be talking about!
Demons were a race that didn’t excel very much when it came to their physical stats, but his level 150 body made him stronger than the common warrior.
“O-Of course.” He just barely managed to stammer a reply.
“That reminds Us, you wanted a snack, no?” Laminitus’s lips curled into a mischievous smile.
“Y-Yeah...”
“We brought chocolate...”
She took out a round, black bead. Chocolate was a fairly expensive, high-class confection in this country.
“That’s...very thoughtful of you.”
“Now, open your mouth...”
“I can eat without your help.”
“Oh, forget about that... You can regard this as a side show...”
“Ugh...”
Arguing any longer felt foolish, so Diablo obediently opened his mouth. Laminitus put the chocolate—right into her own mouth.
Just as he was wondering if Laminitus was pulling his leg, her rouge colored lips drew closer to his. Diablo’s mind went completely blank as a soft feeling enveloped his lips. Something sweet slipped between his parted lips...
Chocolate.
—Is this...her tongue!?
Laminitus pushed her lips against his, and extended her tongue into his mouth.
A woman was licking his tongue. It felt as if his entire body was floating on top of her soft tongue. Her tongue toyed with his mouth as his hand was pushed against her breasts.
To top it all off, Laminitus’s free hand crept down to Diablo’s lower half, stroking him over his pants, as if to confirm the shape.
“Hmm... You’re quite hard here...” Laminitus purred between their adhered lips.
—She means my leg! My thigh! My quadriceps muscle!
The stress made him brace his legs, which strained his thighs’ muscles.
There was nothing else hardened to speak of! Only a perverted mind would assume there was any other perverted thing she was referring to.
Laminitus’s rubbing became gradually more vigorous and daring.
“Heh heh... You’re so big...”
—She means my height! I’m 1.88 meters, after all!
Laminitus was roughly 1.70 meters tall, making her tall for a woman, but still small compared to Diablo.
The sounds of fabric being rubbed, of something wet being stirred, and of Laminitus’s labored breathing all mixed in Diablo’s ears. Their lips were so close together he felt like they were going to melt together.
“Hnnng... Aaah...”
“H-Hey...”
He finally pulled away from Laminitus. They’d probably spent five minutes kissing.
Diablo realized he’d held his breath the whole time, and breathed in deep, sending air into his lungs.
“You’re not very experienced with kissing, are you, Diablo?” Laminitus asked, gazing at him with intoxicated eyes. “Surely this isn’t your first time, is it?”
“Hmph... Of course it isn’t.”
When he first arrived in this world, Rem and Shera kissed him as part of the 《Enslavement Ritual》, and he had just kissed Klem the other day when he put an 《Enslavement Collar》 on her. But it was his first time outside of a ritual, not to mention it was his first serious kiss...
Laminitus licked her lips. The candle light gleamed against her moistened lips.
“That’s a shame. So how about your experience...over here?”
“Wait, what are you doing?”
“Did We not say We would provide the finest hospitality possible to get you to stay? Don’t you worry, We’re one to always strive for perfection. We promise it will feel just like heaven.”
—What heaven, what are you talking about!?
This wasn’t a matter of good or bad anymore, this was blatant seduction!
“I don’t, hmm, appreciate, that...”
Back in his world, Diablo didn’t have a job. He would spend all day gaming, but that was just because society didn’t need someone like him. He wasn’t unemployed out of sloth, and was actually a fairly serious type of person. So his overly serious disposition geared him toward thinking that seducing someone to get your way was the wrong thing to do. In no way, shape, or form was he “hesitating because a chick was hitting on him.”
Totally. Definitely.
Diablo lifted his arms and made some space between him and Laminitus. His arm was still shoved snugly between her breasts.
“Uhn...” Laminitus cried out nasally.
“Ugh...”
“Do you want to touch them...? Heh, you can do as you please...”
“N-No. That’s not it...”
“No need to be timid. Or maybe, you’d prefer this?”
Laminitus leaned her body against Diablo’s, pushing him down onto the bed.
“L-Listen to me.”
“Try it. I promise it’ll feel good...”
—Seriously!?
No no no no no, no good. Feeling good is no good.
“That’s not the issue here...”
While Diablo was struggling to find a non-forceful way to reject her, Laminitus began nimbly undoing his belt.
“Heh heh... You really are robust... So long...and hard...”
As if confirming the shape of what she had exposed to the air, Laminitus enveloped it with both her hands. The belt was, of course, the clasp of his 《Monarch’s Bangle》, and what was exposed into the air was his right arm.
It can’t be stressed how important this is.
Then her long tongue began crawling along his right arm. It was ticklish, but, like she said, it felt good.
Her lukewarm tongue felt different compared to the touch of a hand. That unique sensation sent shivers down Diablo’s spine.
“Aaah...”
“Heheh... So, you like it here?”
Her tongue licked the thick part—that is to say, the joint of his right wrist—relentlessly, making Diablo take a single, sharp breath. Having moistened it sufficiently, Laminitus placed his arm between her two swellings. Supporting her two mounds with her arms, she pressed down on his arm like a hotdog and began moving and rubbing it.
Lubricated by sweat and saliva, his long and hard “arm” moved up and down, enveloped by Laminitus’s two breasts. It was unlike the ticklish, soft stimulations of prior; a definite sense of weight and pressure continually pressed down on him, then retreated.
“Aaah, nnngh... How’s that?” Laminitus gasped.
“I-It’s, hmm...”
There was no denying it: It was amazing.
But no Demon Lord would ever just say, “It feels good” to such a thing.
The longer he remained wordless, the more aggressive Laminitus’s servicing became.
“Nnngh, aaah, mmm, still not satisfied...? Then, We’ll do this...”
“Ugh...”
“Aaah, mmm...” Laminitus began moaning peculiarly.
“Wh-What’s wrong?”
“M-Me, too... The tips, they’re rubbing!”
“The t-t-t-t-tips!?”
“Aaa! Nnng, mmm, aaah, nnng!”
She moved her chest up and down, using her waist and knees. The heat was slowly making her more and more excited.
—This is bad. This is really, really bad.
Diablo unintentionally half-rose up from the bed, when...
Knock knock...
A knocking sound issued from the door, clearing away the fog that had taken hold of Diablo’s mind. He had snapped out of it, as if cold water was spilled all over him.
He hurriedly put his (bangle’s) belt back on. Laminitus, too, readjusted her disturbed dress.
“Hmph... Who dares disturb me?” Diablo asked with his Demon Lord’s voice.
†
“Umm... Pardon for coming to you this late at night, Lord Diablo,” a small voice said from the other side of the door. “I saw the light was still on and thought you might still be awake.”
It was Lumachina’s voice.
Normally, he would let her into the room, but Laminitus was still here, and in a rather revealing dress, at that. The room was full of the smell of alcohol, too, along with another, more obscene smell.
Even a prim and proper girl like Lumachina wouldn’t judge a jolly drinking bout during such a joyous occasion too harshly—but Diablo didn’t know if what they had just been doing could be considered a “jolly drinking bout.”
Diablo opened the window to air out the room.
“Is something wrong?” Diablo replied, eventually electing to keep the door closed.
“It is nothing urgent, but...there is something I must discuss with you.”
“I’m listening.”
“I think I will be going back to the Royal Capital soon,” Lumachina said through the door.
“What!?”
“Of course, not immediately. There are still many here who require treatment, and beginning tomorrow we will be able to use the church, so I intend to lift the 《Death Knell disease》 then.”
“R-Right.”
The Paladin Captain Batutta’s sorcery spread a terrible curse called the Death Knell disease around Zircon Tower. But thanks to an item brought from Diablo’s personal base, the 《White Ox Statue》, they were now able to dispel the curse from the townspeople. Lumachina wasn’t the only one capable of using the statue, but, without her to manage the dispelling, the process would probably be reduced to havoc and unrest.
With Batutta gone, there was no one to lead the church in this town. If Lumachina were to leave, she would have to appoint someone trustworthy to run the local church. But once that was done...
“You say you want to return to the capital, but won’t that mean going back into the hands of the people who tried eliminating you?” Diablo asked. “Do you have a chance of winning against them?”
Lumachina was the highest-ranking member of the Church, the High Priest. Yet, the key figures who should have been serving her—the members of the Cardinal Authority—instead attempted to claim her life because she tried ridding the Church of corruption.
Lumachina may hold the highest position in the Church, but the Paladins, who serve as the Church’s arm and sword, obeyed the Cardinal Authority. They used their authority to embezzle funds and keep the Church under their thumb.
Without any power to defend herself with, the Cardinal Authority would dispose of her. Realizing this, Lumachina made her way to Zircon Tower, hoping to enlist the Paladin Captain Batutta to her side. However, while it was rumored he was a noble man, Batutta, too, had fallen to villainy. Lumachina’s situation hadn’t changed in the slightest.
As for the Paladin sent by the Cardinal Authority to assassinate her, Lumachina had saved him from death’s door in the depths of Diablo’s dungeon...
—There ought to be a limit to how naïve you can be...
For all his Demon Lord role playing, Diablo was still only acting. He didn’t actually want anyone to die. But, if someone were to threaten his life, he doubted he would go so far to save them. He prioritized his friends’ lives over those of his enemies, and he wouldn’t hesitate to kill anyone who attacked him with the intent to kill, either. That much should be obvious.
But it was exactly because battles where life and death stood in the balance were so common in this world, that Diablo felt Lumachina’s caring disposition was a precious thing worth defending.
“As I am right now, I will probably fail,” Lumachina admitted. “It is very possible I will not even create a chance for people to even want for a reform.”
“So you do understand.”
“I do... But I still intend to leave in a month.”
“Why are you in such a hurry to return?”
“Because the Demon Lord has been revived. I am afraid the Church will not have the power to defend the people in this time of plight, not when it is led by those who only act to fulfill their own greed.”
“I doubt that it will.”
“You think so, too, Lord Diablo?”
“Expecting the corrupted bastards at the top of society to simply reform and do away with their greed because of an impending crisis is something that would only happen in a fairy tale. Reality is much colder and crueler than that.”
“So will they do nothing, then?”
“Oh no, they’ll act, all right... As soon as they catch wind of the Demon Lord’s revival, they’ll transfer their funds and families to another country. Once the front lines are lost, the rich and the privileged will be the first to turn tail and flee the capital.”
“No... That’s awful...”
“Villains never change their ways. No matter the situation, they always try finding out how to best exploit others to maximize their gain.”
“Yes... You are right. I think so, too. Nothing would be better than to see them reform... But the way things are, the only thing I can see happening is the death of the innocent.”
“Indeed...”
Diablo understood why Lumachina was in a hurry now. But she had no means of stopping the Church.
—I’ve got a bad feeling about this...
“I beg of you, Lord Diablo! Please lend me your help, and protect me!”
She had believed Diablo to be “God who had taken the guise of an Adventurer claiming to be a Demon Lord.” No, maybe she did before, but had already seen through his lie by now...
—Should I go to the capital to defend Lumachina?
It would mean charging into the Cardinal Authority’s stronghold, exposing their lies and corruption, and restoring Lumachina to her rightful position and authority. To do so, he would have to contend against Paladins, who were all roughly level 100.
It would be difficult...
“What would you do if I refused?”
“In that case, I would go back to the capital alone.”
“You’ll die.”
“Living without doing anything to change things would be much worse.”
“Aren’t there others you could ask for help?”
“I doubt I would find someone stronger and more dependable than you if I scoured Lyferia up and down, Lord Diablo. And even if I did, it would be uncertain they would cooperate with me. I will not cling to such slim prospects. I would rather go back to the capital and try reforming the Church in whatever way I can, even if it costs me my life.”
Diablo’s lips curled up into a smile with a “Hmph.”
Maybe before he would have believed facing scores of Paladins would be “difficult,” but now, things were different.
“Very well.”
“Huh?”
The items he had collected from his treasure vault were the strongest, without match. Things weren’t the way they were before.
“I shall grant you your wish. My endless power will destroy all those who stand in your path.”
“Oh... Oh, thank you so much! Thank you so very much!”
Lumachina prostrated herself on the corridor floor and bowed down repeatedly in reverent gratitude, though Diablo couldn’t see her through the closed door.
Having made his imposing statement, Diablo’s gaze fell to Laminitus, who had glared at him, pouting in displeasure. Diablo winced despite himself.
“What?”
“Was Our hospitality lacking? Will you really be leaving in a month?”
