While Chief Aide Akamond went to prepare for battle,
I came up with several plans for training Eris, the female knight who had not yet fallen.
‘Will simple training be enough?’
I couldn’t just train her in the ordinary sense.
It wasn’t enough to leave her so steeped in sex that she couldn’t live without my cock. I had to corrupt her into becoming a demon.
What would I need to accomplish that?
She had to abandon humanity.
Even if I couldn’t make her completely abandon it, I at least had to make her capable of working for our vampire legion.
“...Hah.”
Our vampire legion.
‘I've practically become a demon already.’
Even while asking and answering my own questions, I was thinking for the sake of the vampire legion.
Was it because I was looking forward to sucking the Vampire Princess’s feet and moving on to the next step?
Or because Chief Aide Akamond was someone I could actually communicate with?
‘It’s because this is a place that treats me well.’
Only here could I make full use of my abilities.
And I could live while showing off the things I was best at more than anyone else.
Above all, I could live far more luxuriously than when I had been working as a porter under the pretext of being an adventurer.
Just look.
“Is the food not to your taste?”
“No. It’s more than enough.”
Look at the food the succubus secretary had brought before me.
Bread, soup, garnish, and grilled steak.
Though they were the Demon King’s army, they had taken my humanity into account and brought me a meal made up of food humans could eat.
“The steak is...”
“It’s drake.”
At least it wasn’t human meat.
Drake meat was a fairly decent choice for monster meat.
‘My standards have gone up.’
It was several times more luxurious than anything I had eaten while working as an adventurer.
I, who hadn’t even been able to set foot in restaurants that served monster meat as their main dish, was being served this kind of food as “lunch”?
‘What’s so great about being in the Demon King’s army?’
If I could live best in the place where I could make the greatest use of my abilities, and if I believed that this environment would only improve from here on out, then there was nothing to do but work even harder than I already was.
“Meal’s over. What about what I asked you to prepare?”
“It’s waiting.”
“Good.”
The succubus secretary brought over a tray holding a meal prepared exactly like the one I had eaten.
“Then, from now on...”
Time for sex.
“Bring Eris here.”
No, time for a meal.
* * *
The female knight, Eris.
She felt a multitude of emotions at having survived.
The humiliation of offering up her virginity and begging miserably for her life.
The guilt of struggling to survive when her comrades were being slaughtered.
And in the midst of all that—
“Eek, ahh...”
The pleasure of being wantonly toyed with on the bed, pleasure that kept making her reach down toward herself without realizing it.
It was the moment when all the common sense she had possessed as a female knight was denied.
—Eris, senior. All men are beasts. Even knights who act like gentlemen swing their hips wildly in bed like randy bastards, you know?
The junior female knights had occasionally spoken about the nights they spent with their men.
—When I lost my virginity? Ugh, I thought I was really going to die. He shoved his dry cock inside even though I wasn’t wet, then came by himself even though it didn’t feel that good for me. And just when I started thinking it might feel a little nice, he asked, “Did you like it?” even though he’d already finished.
How should she put it?
She had thought sex was simply the process by which a man, driven by lust, released his seed in order to leave behind offspring.
But that had not been sex.
Lick.
Without realizing it, she licked her lips.
On the bed, with her legs spread, his face buried between them as he wildly worked his tongue against her sensitive—
“.......”
Eris covered her face with her hands.
Her hands were still shackled, but that was completely irrelevant.
She had never heard of a man sucking that place for a woman.
She had seen cases where men forcibly made women suck their own belongings, but never the reverse.
Ah.
Actually, she had heard of something like that.
She had heard that the queen of some kingdom had once summoned a knight and ordered him to lick her womanhood in order to humiliate him, saying he had to serve her.
Yes.
That was a symbol of humiliation and submission.
But the person who had done it this time was the trainer, in the opposite position?
Why?
“.......”
Eris simply could not understand.
By the time she awoke, she had already been transferred to a prison, but the prison was different from other places.
A private room.
She couldn’t see outside, but there was a bed and even a shower.
It was practically an inn for one person rather than a prison.
“.......”
It would be nice if she had even the slightest bit of information.
Just as that thought crossed her mind—
Creak.
The door opened.
Without realizing it, Eris turned her body on the bed and assumed a guarded position.
“Hah.”
The succubus who entered through the door gave Eris a mocking chuckle.
“Are you in heat?”
“What...?!”
“Your pussy must be itching like crazy.”
“Eek...!”
Eris’s face flushed at the succubus’s insult, but she couldn’t deny the accusation.
“You’re incredibly lucky. If you’d ended up with the previous trainer... that orc bastard, your uterus would have ruptured and you would have been killed right there.”
“A-an orc...?!”
“That’s right. So don’t even think about trying anything foolish. If you do...”
The succubus drew a hand across her throat and gave her a sinister smile.
“It won’t end with your head simply being cut off.”
“.......”
“Follow me.”
The succubus beckoned.
Eris didn’t want to, but she rose and followed the succubus down a long corridor.
Step, step.
The succubus said nothing.
Eris looked around, tense from head to toe, but the corridor merely stretched on as though it had been carved out of a cave.
She had heard that underground dungeons sometimes started out like ant tunnels, only to eventually become passages shaped like rectangular prisms.
If so, did that mean this dungeon had been developed to that extent?
“Here. Don’t try anything foolish in front of the trainer.”
“.......”
When the succubus secretary opened the tightly shut door—
Swish.
“Ah.”
A scent that stimulated her nose wafted over Eris.
It was—
“Are you here?”
The man who had taken her first time.
And the food placed before him.
Food radiating a warm heat, incomparable to the few pieces of bread thrown to the prisoners.
“Come in.”
The trainer casually pulled out a chair.
His manner was as refined and elegant as a knight treating a lady—or perhaps even more so.
“Sit.”
Who was he telling to sit?
Eris subtly glanced at the succubus, but the succubus was looking at her with unmistakable envy—
Envy?
The succubus quickly changed her expression and furrowed her brows.
It seemed to irritate her that Eris was the one receiving such preferential treatment, and her eyes seemed to say, What are you waiting for? Get over there already.
“Eris.”
“.......”
“Sit. Don’t make me say it twice.”
“.......”
Eris slowly sat down.
Compared to the lavish meals of the nobility, it wasn’t particularly appealing, but it was on an entirely different level from the dried-out bread she had eaten in prison over the past several days.
“Go on and eat.”
“.......”
Could it be?
Might it be possible?
“...My hands are like this. How am I supposed to eat?”
Eris raised her shackled hands.
The trainer’s expression suddenly darkened, making Eris wonder if she had touched upon something she shouldn’t have, but—
“Ah, right. You won’t be able to hold a knife and fork properly in that state.”
As though an amusing idea had occurred to him, the trainer slowly came over beside her and pulled his chair close.
“W-what are you...?!”
“I’ll feed you.”
“?!”
The trainer wiped his hand once against a napkin, tore off an appropriately sized piece of bread, and extended it directly toward Eris’s mouth.
“Say ah.”
“.......”
What in the world was this act?
The thought flashed through Eris’s mind.
Was this man perhaps trying to—
“Eris Albatea.”
“......!!”
“You’re the daughter of Count Albatea, aren’t you?”
“.......”
Ah.
So that was it.
“...What are you planning to do with my family?”
Her pounding heart turned cold.
No—she desperately tried to force it to calm down.
“To do what with your family, you say?”
But then—
“I’m just trying to have a conversation with you.”
The warmth of the bread touching her lips was as hot as if it had just come out of the oven.
“.......”
“You don’t have to move your hands. I’ll feed you. Once we’re finished eating, how about we have a cup of tea and talk at our leisure?”
“.......”
He cut the meat with a knife.
It wasn’t proper noble etiquette, but the trainer sliced through the tough meat with an oddly elegant movement of his hands.
With a rather large pair of scissors, no less, instead of a knife.
“......Is that the demonic way of doing things?”
“It’s my way of doing things.”
She couldn’t understand why he was cutting meat with scissors rather than a knife, but the trainer snipped through the tough meat and cut it into bite-sized pieces.
“There.”
The trainer speared a piece of meat with a fork and held it out.
“Say ah.”
“.......”
Eris had no choice but to open her mouth.
* * *
‘Whew. Good thing I practiced cutting it beforehand.’
Drake meat was surprisingly difficult to cut with a knife.
Still, I couldn’t let myself be seen failing to cut meat with a knife in front of a noblewoman, so I asked the succubus secretary for a clean pair of scissors.
In both the West and elsewhere, using scissors with food wasn’t exactly a widespread custom.
But I was used to it.
Although it had already been over twenty years since my reincarnation, the technique of grilling meat and cutting it into bite-sized pieces for my girlfriend at a samgyeopsal restaurant still remained with me.
‘That fucking bitch never once thought of grilling any herself. She just sat there and ate.’
Later, when I took her to a restaurant where someone else grilled the meat for us, she even started talking about how handsome the male server was.
‘Whatever. What’s the point of thinking about the past?’
I would forget the past.
Because I was Azazel, the trainer of the Demon King’s army.
“Eris Albatea.”
I hadn’t known she was a noble during our first training session.
Why?
‘Because I really didn’t know.’
I knew she was a knight, but how was I supposed to know whether she was a commoner or a noble?
She didn’t work for the knight order of some noble family. She was a knight who had come to the dungeon as an adventurer, so naturally, I assumed she was simply someone who had become a knight because she needed quick money.
“You say I’m from the Albatea family?”
Maybe it was because she had eaten her fill without lifting a finger.
“Why do you think that?”
Eris answered my question obediently.
She had replied to my question with another question, but the fact that she hadn’t clamped her mouth shut was enough.
“You thought hiding your identity meant it wouldn’t be exposed?”
“.......”
Eris had hidden the fact that she was a noble.
Even so, there was one reason I had learned that she was a noble ‘at this point in time.’
“I found out through the House of Baron Gilbert. Heh heh heh.”
“......!!”
If there was one thing I hadn’t anticipated, it was this.
“While you were eating, there was a battle with an investigation team dispatched by the House of Baron Gilbert.”
Our dear Chief Aide Akamond.
“The captured investigators sold you out. Jake Gilbert mentioned something about an engagement, didn’t he? I wondered why, but then I found out that you were the number one person they wanted to rescue.”
“......!”
She was quite capable.
No—she was incredibly capable.
‘I never expected her to annihilate the advance party while I was eating.’
During the meal,
the dungeon had opened, and the advance party sent by the Gilbert barony had been wiped out.
“Now then.”
I stretched both hands out to either side.
“Should I treat you as the daughter of Count Albatea, or as the female knight Eris?”
“.......”
I took hold of Eris’s shackled hands, one in each of mine.
Eris tried to pull her hands free, but the magical shackles prevented her from doing so.
“Eris Albatea.”
I gripped Eris’s hands tightly and brought my face close to hers.
“Let’s make a deal.”
“A... deal?”
“That’s right. A very simple deal.”
I leaned toward Eris’s face and whispered into her ear.
The moment I whispered,
Eris’s eyes widened, and her pupils began to tremble.