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CAUTION: Heresy ahead. If you are triggered by things such as mamono women pushing captured humans into servitude, turn back and report to Nun Aurelia for a debrief.
YEAR: 2 Years after Megiddo. Maou is seemingly dead, and both sides are in disarray. Another skirmish.
Grimdark summary : Captured by dark elves and tamed/dragged into mamono servitude.
Part 1: Male
Part 2: Female
***INQUISITION PROTECTS, RESEARCH PURPOSES ONLY***
***DO NOT TAKE AFTER THESE VILE RACE TRAITORS***
The Lescatian Marshal lined up his papers. time for another skirmish.
The mamono had struck another town and made off with everyone, women and children in carts. Their slavers had worked overtime just to pick a town devoid of men during day labor. No one paused to think why women and children were carried off.
Luckily the Marshal knew a way for compromise. Levying additional taxes, he had put up a war party. One armed to the teeth with angry knights. It had a hidden stash of ransom money for a carrot and swords, maces and chastity enhanced knights as a stick.
Scribbling the orders, he stamped the orders and gave them to his courier without further ado. Saluting, the courier dashed towards the barracks to sound the clarion of war.
***
"TEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEN HUT!"
The humans stood at full attention. 20 Knights, 30 men-at-arms and a war cleric from Lescatian monastery of St. Marguerite. Their equipment wasn't up to date or perfect, but they were grown-up and motivated.
Skylar was a young knight squire who had finally been knighted. He stood at full attention even though he knew he didnt feel "that" ready. His armor was polished to perfection and he was eager to fight, however. Nothing was more honorable than to defend humanity from rapist monster girls who would take men's chastity and seperate them from their families.
Fiona was a Knight of St. Celestine, a bright woman who hailed from Alba, a far, far northern Island where people would still paint themselves blue and worship nature were it not for Lescatian missionaries. A tall, thick woman with skin pale as marble, a lot of freckles and eyes greener than emeralds sparkling in a river, she was also a paragon of virtue, clad in crimson plate armor and glowing with purity.
Coming from a clan where women were also constantly embroiled in clan warfare, she was more than capable to fight and kill on her own. Her appearance and charm had attracted the eye of the missionaries, and she was eventually drafted to Knighthood.
Armed with her warhammer, she was eager to earn her spurs and protect the innocent.
"You will be striking deep inside a mamono town and get out civilians held by dark elf monsters. Allfather's blessings go with you. Show no mercy."
The soldiers saluted, and on a bugle blast, started marching towards their destination.
***
The expedition went easily. they marched across green forests and plains by day, and rested by night. The wardogs could sniff out mamono so it was safe to rest at night.
Skylar's caravan was in high spirits, less than disciplined, and the battle nun was young and aloof. No good companions for traveling but they were capable healers and warriors, and they had a female knight who had arrived from the north. A red-headed, freckled, tall and mighty woman with a chest fit on a Holstaurus matron and legs that would give an Oni shame.
A lot of knights joked behind her back. And more than once would a Dark Elf sneaking across the woods would watch the party, her eyes gleaming at the sight of the woman, and the value of her exotic beauty.
When the sun rose, they were roused by the captain.
"Marshal said the "town" is ahead. We will charge in and rescue whom we can. Fill the carts with everyone and gallop back. Understood?"
That dawn, the knights drew their weapons and started marching to battle, archers and men-at-arms ready to liberate their kin.
***
"Sister Bunbun! Sister!"
The imp girl, a small humanoid mamono that looked like a miniature girl wearing pink leather armor sprinted back to the encampment to warn her sisters, trying hard not to smack her face on her swinging boobs.
She hated it, which forced her to resort to legwork and mercenary career to get a spirit energy fix. It cost too much to sneak in human lands under magic disguise to hunt pedophiles and her pay and strength did not make enough to buy a human and keep it.
"Men are coming!" She was exhausted, her tiny trident at her back as she sat down on a log to catch her breath. "We move the ones we snatched?" She pointed to the cage full of women and children hugging each other and glaring at BunBun.
The other imp shook her head. "Nu. We run. Men open cages, win time." She lifted her sister by the arm and blew on a small whistle before running to the direction of the sunset. "We paid when we get back!"
"Run run!" The two imp girls disappeared in the woods; followed by a rumbling sound of clanking armor and shouting men.
***
Scores of knights, shouting hymns and warcries, charged towards the encampment guarded by silhouettes wielding spears...only to reveal that they were manniquins, some painted with rude remarks.
"What?"
The confused humans opened cages to embrace and rescue women and children and load them to the wagons to spirit them away. The grateful human peasants were soon loaded and ready to leave within less than an hour.
There were no sounds. The horse carts left without any problems, the peasants gratefully praised the men and women rescuing them.
Every soldier looked around, puzzled, at the lack of response. Even the woods were silent, hinting at a dark possibility: Ambush.
From the silence, a series of squeals and feminine warcries erupted. Panicked soldiers drew their weapons and huddled together to shield themselves.
