Chapter 239: Western Coast Chronicles (7)
Slothful Lua of the Four Heavenly Kings. As the queen of the lamia race, she harbored a strong animosity toward humans. In the original story, the lamia race had lived deep underground since ancient times, and not long after the Demon King's resurrection, they emerged to the surface and gained infamy by massacring people.
However, in this world I was living in now, it seemed the lamias had failed to come to the surface after operating secretly underground. It was because we had defeated the Demon King too quickly. Thanks to that, the lamia race itself was completely unknown on this land, which made their bizarre idea of pretending to be mermaids possible.
I looked down at the lamia, who was panting and drooling. One of them had been reduced to a lamia husk and was sprawled on the beach, and the living one was completely immobilized with a shattered spine, but her face was certainly pretty. Her waist was smooth without an ounce of fat, and her ripe cunt was also plump and fleshy.
"What are you going to do with this one?"
The lord asked. I couldn't help it either. It just wasn't the right atmosphere to fuck this lamia right now. Cellu and Eve looked ready to fillet the lamia the moment I gave the word, and the knights standing on both sides were also glaring at the lamia with eyes burning with hatred.
Right now, the lamia was like a fish on display at a fish market. She was panting with her tongue sticking out, surrounded by bastards glaring with fierce, cat-like eyes, waiting for an opportunity. I asked the lamia.
"Where is your base?"
"P-Please kill me... Please... It hurts, it hurts so much..."
The lamia repeated nonsense as if she couldn't understand my words. I maintained my patience and asked once again.