"So amazing, that really is Koro!"
"All the fur has turned red, and it even grew a pair of wings. How magical!"
"It seems much stronger than before. That's great! I was always worried that if this kept up, Koro would eventually be worn out by everyone playing with it. Now I can rest assured."
"Yeah, Koro, keep it up! The sisters will always take good care of you!"
…
Shrinking back to its normal size, except for the bright red fur and the extra pair of small wings, there was no significant change. Enjoying the praise and admiration from the demon sisters, Koro affectionately rubbed against its owner Seryu's feet, feeling extremely happy.
Seryu also smiled, though somewhat stiffly.
Although she was glad that her Koro was safe, seeing those unscrupulous demon girls and imagining the poor Koro being used as a living punching bag for their cruel training made Seryu worry about her dog's fate…
Clang clang clang!!
Sora drew Esdeath's Western-style longsword from her waist and squatted down with great interest. He gently poked Koro's belly with the sword tip, producing several metallic clangs.
"Hmm, not bad, not bad. After devouring over a hundred thousand flesh and blood, it really evolved."
"Keep it up, Koro. From now on, our home's gate will be guarded by you!"
Nodding with satisfaction, he returned the longsword to Esdeath, patted Koro's head, and smiled encouragingly.
"Wow..."
Vigorously nodding its little head, Koro was deeply moved. Even its master praised it!
Although being assigned to guard the gate as a mighty flying dog seemed a bit humiliating, Koro no longer cared.
Hey, it wasn't the first time. The demon sisters often tied it to the gatepost while they secretly went off to play. Koro was already used to it!
…
"You've been playing for quite some time now. Rest for two days. After two days, we'll wipe out the foreign army in one strike and return to the imperial capital."
Ignoring the proud Koro, Sora stood up and gave orders to the surrounding women.
Originally, it wouldn't have been impossible to attack and wipe out those guys now, but since Doya, who was brutally ravaged by him for the first time last night, was still lying on the ground in the tent, she would need at least a day or two to recover.
Without the original foreign princess joining, ending the war hastily would be too boring. So Sora postponed the plan by two days.
"Yes, Master!"
Without any objection, the women replied in unison.
To these girls, the so-called foreign army was just a bunch of toys, and very weak ones at that. They had played enough and could discard those useless things anytime!
"Alright, you all can play around for these two days."
Nodding, Sora said no more, wrapped his arm around the waist of the ultra-S queen Esdeath, and the two went off to seek their romance…
…
Boom! Boom boom!! Boom boom boom!!!
Two days later, the battle horn sounded again. However, unlike previous times when the barbarian army took the initiative to attack, this time it was the Empire's army that launched the first strike!
One after another, girls wielding long swords with bloodthirsty and cruel smiles flashed into the barbarian army's tents, reaping the lives of barbarian soldiers like harvesting wheat.
The twin-winged fire dragon spitting blazing fireballs, the mountain-sized Titan giant ape, the East Sea god dragon controlling hurricanes and storms, and the blood-red flying beast dog Koro—each one was like a hellish Asura, creating one devastating disaster after another!
Cries of pain, screams, struggles… every barbarian soldier's heart was filled with endless despair…
"Your Highness the Prince, run quickly… ah…"
A bloodied soldier rushed into the main army's tent, but before he could finish speaking, a long sword pierced through his body from behind with a scream.
At this moment, Prince Numa Seika did not flee, nor did he intend to. He knew he had lost, utterly lost. But even so, he was determined to live and die with his soldiers!
His eyes gleamed with endless cold light, holding a majestic and imposing silver spear in his hand, his entire body bursting with soaring battle intent. He stared fixedly at the tent's entrance, waiting for the enemy about to enter.
The first to enter was Esdeath, wearing a wicked smile. She wiped the blood off her long sword and sheathed it while sizing up the barbarian legendary prince Numa Seika. Behind Esdeath followed three girls with bloodthirsty smiles—the three witches: Seryu, Kurome, and Aria!
Numa Seika was not surprised by Esdeath's arrival. His gaze continued to look ahead, knowing that the truly terrifying one was still behind!
His expression froze, tiger-like eyes wide open. Although he knew the next to enter was the legendary Empire's strongest death god general, when Sora actually stepped in, Numa Seika was stunned by the scene before him.
A surge of blood rage shot straight to his mind, and Numa Seika's eyes instantly turned red!
Because he saw that Sora, accompanied by a young maid, was holding a person in his arms—a woman. As they walked, the two were embracing each other fiercely!
Just by seeing the silhouette, Prince Numa Seika immediately recognized the woman's identity. She was his fiancée, the strongest barbarian assassin goddess Doya, whom even he had never touched like this!
"Let her go!!!"
Endless rage completely burned away the usually calm barbarian prince's mind. Holding his silver spear, he charged fiercely at Sora.
Kill him! I must kill him!
However, just as his silver spear was about to touch the unforgivable man, Esdeath, with ice-blue long hair and eyes, suddenly flashed in front of Numa Seika. With a bloodthirsty yet cold smile, the queen delivered a sweeping kick to the prince's stomach.
"Ah…"
Boom!!!
With a miserable cry, Prince Numa Seika's body shot like a meteor onto the high platform behind. He felt excruciating pain as his internal organs shifted, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Yo, hello there, northern barbarian prince, Your Highness Numa Seika."
Releasing the girl from his arms, Sora looked at the pitiful prince who had lost half his life to Esdeath's single move, and smiled wickedly.
"Your Highness, save me…"
Whether under the influence of some evil force or not, the girl Doya looked tearful and pitiful, calling out to Numa Seika.
"Let her go! Wah…"
Struggling to get up from the ground, coughing up blood from shouting, Numa Seika's eyes were filled with endless hatred as he stared at Sora.
"You want her? Fine, then I'll give her back to you!"
Sora smiled evilly as he said this and released Doya.
"Your Highness!"
"Enjoy!"
Both were extremely emotional, rushing toward each other with the fastest steps. Numa Seika knew he was surely going to die this time, but if he could die together with his princess, he had no regrets.
Bang! Bang!!
Just as they were about to embrace, two loud gunshots rang out.
"Why… why… Doya!!!"
Looking at Doya holding two pistols aimed at him, smiling bloodthirstily and cruelly, Prince Numa Seika was full of disbelief.
His heart and lungs were pierced by bullets. Filled with endless anger, unwillingness, and confusion, the legendary barbarian prince finally collapsed to the ground, completely losing his breath…
"Hmph, idiot!"
"Master, Doya's performance just now was pretty good, right?"
Disdainfully throwing a remark at the dead prince, the girl happily bounced back into Sora's arms, blushing and acting coquettishly.
"Heh… not bad, not bad. Master will definitely reward you well!"
Gently stroking the girl's golden hair, Sora smiled with satisfaction.
"This war is over. Let's go, Esdeath, time to go home."
Saying this to Esdeath, Sora carried Doya and walked out of the tent…