Reincarnated Lord’s Unwanted S*xual Technique

Chapter 47

Chapter 47

Crack, Crack

The bonfire is cracking. The ember shone and flew in the dark sky like stardusts, and in the midst of this darkness, Monica leaped through the air towards the monster.

She approaches him head-on like a reckless kitten. The man swings down his huge arm. Like a large tree trunk that was about to fall upon her. Although the swing didn't have that much strength in it, its mass alone would crush the slender girl.

But.

Monica laughed.

A fifteen-year-old girl with a lovely face and figure.

Shhh

She bared her fangs like a beast.

The evil mage couldn't believe it. So did the maddened bandit who swung his arm down. No matter how insane she is, a dainty kitten is still a kitten, It can easily be crushed by the rule of nature. Even if he goes insane, he still understands that much.

Therefore, it is nothing short of bizarre that his own huge arm, which was supposed to swing down, is now bent up, casting a shadow like a ridge in the starry sky. Even though he was turned frenzied, he couldn't help but make a dumbfounded face.

Thump!

The dull sound of a hard object smashing into his flesh. Just as he was unaware of what was happening to him, the pretty girl lept into his chest.

Monica, who looked like a doll compared to him, broke his huge arms.

And then...

?Strike?!

The girl's delicate hand slammed into the bandit's solar plexus.

Her right hand was stuck on the huge body, and she slammed her left foot into the ground with all her might. Turning her body like a pole, she fitted her body between the ground and the monster.

She uses her body like a spear to strike the opponent. It is a deadly technique that uses her entire body and the power that is transferred through her body from kicking the ground. The girl's small frame makes a huge man writhe in agony.

"Oh, go, oh, ga, ah ......"

A killing blow.

The forces that had been struck out swept through the entire hulking man's body.

And just like that.

With an earth-shattering crash, his body fell flat on his back on the ground. The ugly face with its white eyes that are no longer capable to witness the beautiful starry sky. Nor could he look up at the lovely girl who had struck him.

But she didn't kill him, because, He would be sad if she did.

"Hmph, what a boring opponent."

But the flame in her eyes tells that just one victory is not enough.

Crackling bonfires, twinkling stars.

Her piercingly bright, reddish-brown eyes are as bright as the light of the star.

Monica of Moiré Village.

With her innate physical strength and relentless training - mainly from Randolph nowadays - at the age of fifteen, she is arguably the "strongest" person in this village. The madden bandits are no problem for her.

Before long, all of the crazed bandits had been defeated and captured.

They captured them, a group of burly villagers from a rural village in a remote territory. The magical tools in their hands were fearsome, but they deserved all the credit for their full control of them and their superb use of their bodies. They were not dressed in armor like knights or robes like mages, but only in the villager attire who had just woken up after the feast.

What--what is this, what is this?

The evil mage was struggling just to keep his knees from collapsing. There was no hint of magic power from her. she had defeated the crazed bandit without using magic or magic tools.

I can't believe it.

I refuse to believe it.

She defeated his ?Madness? without using any magic or magic equipment. She did not team up, nor did she use any power other than her own. It was a head-on battle of strength with no tricks, the way that was recognized by the nobles. And since she did not use magic, she must be a commoner. The mage's magic was defeated by a mere mortal commoner.......

--No way! No way No way!

Now he was the one that about to go crazy. But he is still a noble even if he is rotten, not giving up is one of the prides of nobility. Heaven gives to those who want if you don't give up, If I give up now will my dreams come true?

His crafty ears caught the words.

One of the villagers speaks to her. "Monica, You're doing great as usual - no, it's even than usual today. I guess you're that happy to be married to Desmond-sama huh? He is the man you've been in love with for so long after all." He smiled teasingly.

"Of course!"

The man who tries to tease her now turns amused.

"I don't want to marry other men! all I want is Des! I want Des to pour his seed into me until I'm pregnant. Nothing else could make me happier!"

There is no sexual desire or lust in this world.

however, affection does exist.

I want to marry someone I love, or I want to have children with someone I love. There are of course other factors involved there. Having a child with noble, a child with magical powers will be advantageous for the future. However, Monica, like Sophie, sought him because of her love for him, not for benefits.

And her love for him is--...

"I am so excited to have the seed of such a strong man poured into me and to conceive his child."

She said.

--Desmond! She's that Desmond's concubine!

The evil mage's eyes widen.

If it is <Damwead heretic> it would not be surprising if he gave his seed to a commoner. He is a foolish man beyond belief, to think that the noble using magic to reform the commoner's agricultural land. We don't know why he would do that--some think that that idiot might be helping the commoners just to use them as his plaything, but.

I never thought that he was arranging something this outrageous........

At that moment, the righteousness of nobility flared in the heart of the mage. His pride, his dignity.

-This village must be destroyed.

He felt it. Not with the sinister thought of experimenting with the ?Madness? commoner, but as a noble, this fallen self will defeat an unfaithful person who is wronged against the nobility. How dramatic and festive that would be!

His rotten brain began to spin at high speed.

How to destroy this village, to overthrow him.

Besides, maybe he was not the only nobleman involved in this village. If so, if I destroy this village and crush that heretic, I will be the spearhead that starts the fight against that evil faction.

The fallen me.

Me who had no choice but to conduct such shameful experiments on the commoners.

Me!

At least, if I destroy him, I will own his territory, which was so undeserved for him.

I shudder with my fists clenched, the serge of energy overflowing in my head.

But.

-- which means that his territory....... I don't know if this village is really this poor or if the other villages are equally shabby, but it can't be a prosperous territory anyway. Moreover, there might be other villages that distribute these tools to the commoners, The tool that allows them to use noble magic, privileged only to the nobility.

I won't allow it, Desmond.

I must kill him.

The eyes of the evil mage filled with dark flame, set ablaze by the righteousness of the nobleman.

And so the corners of his mouth lifted up hideously. His eyes were fixed on Monica with a venomous glare.

--Now let's make her mad.

She's strong.

And I don't see any signs of her using magic like the other villagers.

To give its best effects,?Madness? has to be cast slowly and gradually over time. Otherwise, it will not listen to what the user says. It would be a lie to say that the bandits this time followed my instructions completely, but thanks to the magic, they could still be instructed to "wait" even without the repeated use of the ?Madness? spell.

I could do more than that. But right now...

--There's no need for that.

Let's give that little girl a good burst of?Madness?. Then, without knowing why, she will take on her fellow villagers like a storm. They will naturally try to subdue their fellow who has suddenly gone berserk. But that should be enough Maybe they will capture her, or kill her, or call in other villages.

Speaking of which, they say that Desmond ran away when he saw the dead body in his first battle.

I wonder what he will look like when he sees the remains of his little secret village?

--I can't wait to see the look on his face.

"Kuk, kuk, kuk, kuk......."

A haunting echo blends with the darkness.

However, no one notices his ?covert?. Human was afraid of darkness. Whether it is the darkness that laughing or the one lurking in the darkness laughing, there is no way to distinguish between the two.

Even the villagers, who had easily captured the terrifying bandits didn't notice anything - perhaps it was because they were so strong that they did not care about the laughing voices from the darkness - Now they are talking cheerfully, wondering what to do with these captives, and thinking what they should tell Des-sama tomorrow.

"Idiots" The delightful voice dripped from the darkness.

He is careful not to touch others as he walks toward Monica among the villagers, who are congratulating each other on their victory, asking if they should drink again.

They may not notice if he touches them, but with such physical strength, it would be bad if they swing their arms at him. Besides, it is absurd for a commoner to touch a noble.

They would rather think this is their honor to receive this?Madness?spell.

He stands in front of Monica, who is chatting with the villagers, and extends his hand to her.

--Now your plan is ruined! I'll show you what I'm capable of!

"Desmond!" the evil mage let out a seething grunt.

--"Hm? did you call me?"