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It was a magnificent scene, like something out of a Hollywood movie.
The landscape was a vast expanse of grassland. With no buildings visible in any direction, it made one question if buildings even existed in this world.
However, in reality, a few kilometers from here are small nations, where kings and numerous civilians are living their daily lives.
Whish- A soft, transparent wind blows――.
In the heart of the grassland, the short skirt of the crimson beauty swayed gracefully, yet no one took notice.
"――"
On the right side, over a thousand troops led by the crimson beauty.
On the left side, despite the presence of troops from three small nations, their number barely reaches five hundred.
This is a war between a prominent empire and the allied forces of three small nations.
The war was initiated by the prominent empire, with the objective of securing resources and expanding its territory.
Is there another war where the motives and outcomes are so simple and clear?
"――"
The crimson beauty lets out a fierce battle cry and kicks off the ground, leading the forces of the empire.
Just that alone made the three-nation coalition waver for a moment. However, they quickly regained their false courage and charged forward in the same manner.
――The beginning of the war.
However, the outcome is already determined. In both quantity and quality, the right side is destined to win.
The crimson beauty slices through the enemies one after another with her cherished sword.
With a speed far superior to that of ordinary people, she evades not only enemy attacks but even the splatters of blood, overwhelming the foes while remaining pristine.
The army of over a thousand prepared by the empire is merely responsible for finishing off the leftovers. They eliminate enemies who attempt to escape from the crimson beauty with their swords, and any that slip through are dealt with by the magical support forces.
"――"
――Killing in wartime is not considered a crime.
Rather, it is a battle achievement to be proud of. It is a legacy to be passed down through the generations.
The crimson beauty has cut down thousands of enemies to date.
Even among defeated enemies there are some who respect the crimson beauty.
Her style of combat, devoid of any cruelty, is so revered that it has attained religious worship in some regions.
"――"
The crimson beauty whose name is renowned across the world.
――Aira Verfane Quatronix.
However, the world does not recognize Aira Verfane Quatronix as a human.
Then is she a god? No.
She is―― a weapon.
In the end, the war concluded as fate dictated, with the empire's overwhelming victory. The empire's losses were only a few dozen soldiers.
In contrast, the casualties for the three-nation alliance were enormous.
Lakes of blood spread throughout the area, and following the surrender, the medical teams frantically tended to the wounded.
So you are Aira――?
A weapon. Also known as the Goddess of Absolute Victory.
Aira Verfane Quatronix, wielding her cherished sword Dragon Slayer Ashkelon, heads to the battlefield as requested.
Whether it's a war for territorial expansion, suppressing rebellious factions, or fighting over precious resources.
While fighting, there were times when she questioned what enemies truly are, but she has yet to find an answer.
She simply exerts her full power and contributes to her employer, who is her ally.
She maintains no unnecessary personal relationships, and her connections are solely based on financial contracts.
Undefeated in All Battles.
Certain Victory.
Her truthful slogans enchanted many powerful leaders, ensuring that Aira Verfane Quatronix had no time to rest――however――.
――Dominion Bow: Moshunaru
Aira Verfane Quatronix vividly remembered the sensation from that time.
Just as the Crimson-haired Beauty who had won against the allied forces of the three countries wiped the sweat from her brow and was about to leave the battlefield, it happened.
—Thud…
—Thud… Thud… Thud…
A repulsive beauty with deep pink hair, concealed in the shade of a large tree.
Out of nowhere, a black arrow pierced her ample chest, and immediately began to corrupt Aira Verfane Quatronix.
Aira's spirit, which had been with her since birth, begins to shrink, and in its place a completely different spirit flows into her from the arrow.
Clenching her teeth, she hurriedly removed the black arrow from her chest.
There was no blood. Strangely, there also was no wound.
If there was no physical injury, then what was the injury inflicted upon Aira Verfane Quatronix?
"—Guh, he, hehehe…"
Her eyes, which had been crimson, instantly changed to purple. She picked up Ashkelon, which had already been put away after the war, and started to laugh.
The change in Aira Verfane Quatronix's demeanor caused the soldiers of the empire to start buzzing with unrest.
It seems that even such commotion was intolerable to the current Crimson-haired Beauty.
Unbelievably, she pierced the heart of the nearest commanding officer of the great nation with Ashkelon and, from there, rapidly dispatched the soldiers.
The cheerful atmosphere of triumph turned on a dime. Soldiers scrambled to flee, each trying to get away first.
The speed that had just moments ago seemed strong and reliable now felt threatening. Aira, who stopped all life functions with a single thrust, resembled a deranged murderer.
—Squish, a soldier who had left a three-year-old daughter behind in his homeland was killed.
—Thud, thud, a soldier who was celebrating surviving his first battle perished.
—Squish, a soldier who was trying to seduce and possibly embrace the crimson-haired beauty at the victory celebration was killed.
—Splurt, the head of a soldier who was dragged into the battlefield against his will was severed.
However, the tragedy didn’t end there.
Aira Verfane Quatronix, with her eyes still glowing purple, was gazing at a small nation two kilometers away.
"Ah… Ahahaha… Ahahahaha—♪"
There is no need to elaborate further on what happened next.
The undefeated, absolutely victorious beauty indiscriminately slaughtered innocent civilians who were not even enemies, and ultimately killed even the king of that country.
—What is the sin of Aira Verfane Quatronix?
Even after having witnessed the whole story, I still couldn’t answer the question asked.
A solitary tear from the restored eyes of the crimson-haired beauty fell into the sea of blood with a plop, blending almost instantly.
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—The day after everything that happened with Rain. May 16th.
After giving the futon to the two beautiful girls from another world and sleeping alone on the tatami mat, I was surrounded by a comfortable warmth.
I could hear the soft, delicate sound of breathing, like "suu-- suu--".
The area around my chest was enveloped in a comforting softness.
In addition, someone’s legs were entwined around my thighs, their crotch was being pressed tightly against mine.
"...Um, Aira?"
"...suu, ...suu, n... ...suu"
Aira’s face was right in front of mine.
Her beautifully arranged eyelashes fluttered gently, with her breath gently moving in and out.
"You sleep quite badly, don’t you..."
Aira and Rain were sleeping in the right corner of the room, while I was in the left corner.
In other words, Aira ended up crossing my small room. …Since it’s only four tatami mats, the distance isn’t too significant.
It's nice that she's hugging me like in a romantic comedy manga, but it's a bit tough for a young guy in the morning.
If I wasn't just a pervert, but a hardcore pervert who would even make a move on a high school girl walking down the street, then Aira would be violated over and over again...
"Mmm… Yuki――…………"
She clings to me tightly. Even though I’m not a body pillow, I enjoy the softness.
"Hey, Aira?"
"Mmm… su… su…"
"Can I touch your boobs?"
"Su..... Su..........."
Is this what they call ignoring? Then I’ll just have to grope her.
"Ohhh…"
Aira's breasts were softer than I imagined, but they were also incredibly firm.
Despite my fingers sinking in with a soft squish, they are immediately resisted and pushed back from inside.
If Hinoshita Haruka and Rain Margarett have soft breasts, Aira's are firm breasts.
What am I saying this early in the morning…?
I've entered sage mode even though I haven't ejaculated yet...
"Hiya――... uh, ah... Yuki...?"
"――Hii!?!??"
This is bad, if Aira finds out that I've been groping her breasts while she's sleeping, I'll definitely be killed.
It’s important to remember that Aira is a fearsome beauty who brandishes her sword in the name of testing humans.
Peeking open my eyes cautiously, I found that Aira was still asleep.
Her expression is defenseless. Her breasts are defenseless. Hehe, in that case, I'll grope her some more.
"Mmm, nyaaaa――...♥ Ohhh...♥"
As I gently kneaded, Aira let out a surprisingly cute moan. This will give me the motivation to make it through school today.
With the excuse of making up for last night's unfaithful actions, I kept massaging relentlessly――but.
"――Hehe, good morning, Yuki-san."
"R-r-r-r-r-r-Rain!?"
Rain, smiling down at me, had a sinister shadow enveloping her expression.
I-You're not angry, are you...? I thought cautiously, and casually removed my hands from Aira's breasts.
But suddenly, within the eyes of Rain, who was staring at me with an awkward half-smile――a crimson color was reflected.
A sensation as if my heart was being squeezed tightly.
When I looked behind me, there was――
"Harima Yuki."
"Eek!"
Aira slowly lifts her body with a gentle sway.
The situation I had been dreading has finally happened.
The chest area of her blouse, which was full of holes due to various reasons, was wrinkled in various places, and it was clear that someone had been groping her just a few seconds ago.
Furthermore, there's an unknown girl behind me.
"I demand an explanation that I can understand――"
She rises with a swift movement and summons the Crimson Sword with her usual motion.
Aira, with her voluptuous body wrapped in a blouse that could be considered a little sexy depending on how you look at it, prepares her sword, Ashkelon, and aims it threateningly at me.
From our first encounter, when I brought her into my room,――and now.
How many times will I nearly be killed……? My frightened and shaking sight was rapidly bathed in crimson.
"Aaaahhhh――!"
Thus, another bizarre day in my ordinary life began.
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As I sip coffee milk through a straw, I remember the hectic morning.
It's lunchtime now, and we're on the rooftop. Haruka-chan is sitting next to me as usual—no, just Haruka.
"How about I make a bento for you tomorrow?"
"Huh?"
"If you keep eating convenience store meals every day, you’ll damage your health."
"Ah-."
Haruka-chan stuffs her cheeks with cherry tomatoes and gulps down soy milk from a paper carton.
…I had school lunch up until middle school. Since high school, I've been living on convenience store meals for lunch.
If I lived with my parents, they might make meals for me every day, but unfortunately, I live alone and I’m neither good at cooking nor do I like it.
In the end, I take the easy route and rely on convenience store meals.
"I feel bad for Haruka, though."
"Oh, it's nothing like that. I live for Harima-senpai after all."
With a proud puff, she shows off her attention-grabbing chest that draws the gaze of boys around the school.
It's still winter uniform season, but I'm looking forward to the change in clothes in the next couple of months.
"That's a bit much."
"Hehe."
"I appreciate the gesture, though."
"Sure. You're always welcome."
What an ordinary everyday life.
It’s hard to believe that beneath this ordinary daily life, a Battle of the Defiled Land is unfolding in the heart of the city.
Looking at Hinoshita Haruka strengthens my resolve from that night even more.
It's not only about Aira. I need to make sure not to involve or harm other innocent people.
"Do you have club activities again today?"
"Yep."
"What time does after-school practice end?"
"Roughly... around seven. High school club activities are so much longer compared to the final bell times in middle school."
"Ah, people around me used to mention that too."
Seven o’clock at night... huh.
It’s very risky for a girl of her age to be walking alone at night. Haruka had such incidents before too.
Listening on, it seems she gets a ride home from a close friend.
I sighed in relief and told her, 'Just be careful, in case something happens.'
"You’re really kind, senpai."
"It's nothing special."
While finishing up my convenience store bread and gathering the trash, I sensed a fleeting presence of something unusual at the edge of my vision.
— Near the entrance from the school building to the rooftop.
— The one staring at me is the dark-haired beauty, Rain Margarett.
Judging by her hand movements and eye contact, she seems to have something urgent to talk about.
Expecting the usual post-meal service time, I sighed and informed Haruka that I had something to attend to and sent her off.
"—What’s the matter, Rain?"
"Sorry to bother you while you're eating. Well... I have something to report."
"A report?"
I feel like I’ve become the boss or something.
"Yes. To be straightforward—tonight, the enemy appears to be preparing to attack Aira-san again."
"What did you say...?"
Rain, having taken the seat where Haruka was a moment ago, placed her right hand on her neck.
I see. That’s right. Rain possesses the artifact, Moira's Choker, which allows her to see fates and futures.
She must have used Moira's Choker to help me and Aira.
"Is that future certain?"
"Yes—"
Rain foresaw the future in which Aira is in danger and came to our aid last night.
"Did you get any specific details... or anything like that...?"
"I’m not certain. All I saw was a large man’s figure and the ominous face of the enemy—Livia Betagard."
"……Livia…!"
This is the name of the person who attacked both Aira and me twice.
I don’t know what kind of abilities or artifacts they possess, but they can control people from my world somehow.
The pink, devilish appearance is vividly etched into my memory.
"The artifact Livia possesses is――… Dominion Bow: Moshunaru."
"…W-What did you just say?"
"While peeking into the future, I happened to see that as well."
An artifact is a legendary weapon that that every participant in the Batte of the Defiled Land War is supposed to carry.
For Aira, it is the Dragon Slayer Sword: Ashkelon, which she inherited from her parents.
In Rain’s case, it is the Moira’s Choker, provided by the world government.
And then――Livia’s is the Dominion Bow: Moshunaru.
So, what kind of abilities or secrets does the Dominion Bow: Moshunaru possess? When I asked Rain, I received a vague answer.
"It seems that the bow itself has no killing power… It appears to be an artifact that affects the mind of its targets."
As I thought...
"The mind… So that’s why the children who attacked Aira and me were acting strangely."
"Yes. This is just my conjecture based on the information seen through the choker, so don’t rely on it too much."
"Understood."
Even as I nodded, I was almost certain that Livia artifact's power was exactly as described.
A sharp pain… my skull feels like it’s creaking.
Ah, this is the dream I had last night.
It was the same in the dream.
――The black bow shot a sorrowful crimson-haired beauty with a black arrow, inviting her to hell.
The scattered puzzle pieces… start to fit together just a little.
As the lunch break bell rang, I got up and expressed my gratitude to Rain, saying 'thank you'.
"It’s tonight, right?"
"…Huh? Y-yes."
"I'll head home right after school ends. Then we'll devise a plan…"
Rain, draped in her dark robe as usual, stayed seated.
When a strong wind blew, her hood fell off, scattering her dark hair and exposing Rain's beauty to the sunlight.
Behind her transparent skin and pure, innocent eyes, she must be hiding something, I’m sure.
"We're going to take down Livia Betagard."
—For Aira.
—For the sake of this world.
I was finally able to make a serious resolution to fight.
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