Re: Goblin Slayer

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The plan was as simple as two fingers - scout the fortress and save the girls from the clutches of the dreaded goblins when I needed them.

Simple in essence, a plan concocted on my knees in a couple of minutes. If I had more experience in this, I might have sat for another hour, thinking over the different options, but even I realised that I was as bad a tactician as a ballerina.

I only had to rely on luck and hope that my intuition did not fail me and wait. I didn't see any other way, so it was all pure improvisation and only it.

Or in other words, my birthright - if I'm lucky! Although in case of failure I will waste a day, swing, time and opportunities. But I tried not to think about that. In any case, you can't pump magic skills now - the core eats up all the output.

I was distracted by Yuko's thoughts.

'Master! Yuko can see! Yuko has found the fortress!' she squealed with delight.

There was a great joy in her emotions, and along with the joy, her shouting was mentally pounding on my brain.

Wrinkling unpleasantly at the aching pain, I soothed her and praised her, experiencing once again the beauty of high-pitched telepathic communication.

'Sorry master!' - Mentally, she lowered her head.

'It's okay, but let's not yell like that again from now on, okay?'

'Got it! Yuko will do her best!' - she finished more calmly.

And then demonstrated it in complete seriousness when she called out to me once again.

In front of me, there was an interesting picture of a huge fortress, in the form of a hollow stump, a huge fucking stump, towering above the trees. It was hard to imagine what this tree used to be like before the elves made it a bridgehead, which was now occupied by goblins; two sleepy guards near the entrance, three lazily picking their noses on the balcony with bows and slings, that was the whole watch.

Yuko flew by unnoticed, not for long, and the goblins standing on the balcony noticed an incomprehensible point in the sky, and then happily cackled, obviously mistaking Yuko for a flying piece of meat, immediately began to argue among themselves, and then began to unscrupulously throw my little girl with slings and bows. But goblins are not elves, and all the projectiles fell down without reaching the target, and the marksmanship, goblins do not possess, from the word - at all. The latter, clearly discouraged by this situation, and soon forgot about the freebies, which she took advantage of by sneaking past and hiding in an inconspicuous corner of the fortress. Inside, however, was a small and spacious field littered with rubbish and miscellaneous junk, also in the centre was an old and dry tree.

'Stupid goblins - live like in a powder keg, where any arrow with a flaming tip or a fireball can destroy their 'home' and all, write - gone, run like rats from a sinking ship, just have time to cut off their heads, and do not let them close to themselves, panicked or embittered to rage, goblins'.

The only thing that saves them is that the current adventurers of porcelain rank, in essence still adolescents who want to become famous and become 'heroes', and it is unlikely that those, condemn their victims to such a painful outcome. After all, what kind of heroes are they if they can't save their captives from imprisonment? There are, of course, rare exceptions, like the goblin killer. That one will not be lazy to dissolve this place in the righteous fire, like some real inquisitor, at the sight of which committed unthinkable heresy!

What justifies his ruthless act? Well, knowing goblins, and their entertainment, any available girl will not live there more than a week, as well as pre-collected 'information' will not give to commit a stupid act; how many girls disappeared and when, whether this quest took someone before, etc. All of this is what sets Gobs apart from the silly kids who want to do the deed and become heroes.

No, I'm not praising him, just stating facts. Even I, not knowing about the future, would hardly go there without a plan, or at least the certainty that I wouldn't be swarmed by bodies, which is hard to do, given my magic and reinforcements, but no one is immune to accidents. And getting hit with a heavy club by the same ogre, even I won't take it. Blocking his blows is insane.

My job is not much - to strike in the back of unsuspecting and superior to me in strength opponent, or, to scout the environment and then, you can already think - whether to fuck off, 'impressing the audience with my game', or to use cunning and wit.

As it was now; having taken out of the bag incredibly fragrant herbs, which were good for knocking down odour, and especially female odour, we were deprived of almost all human signs, and now we could not be afraid that we would be detected by their sensitive noses. All for the sake of a future play led by everyone's favourite - me! All for the sake of meeting, and not only, a girl from a noble family; add to this the fact that they, these girls, must be of high rank, and we get almost free shares and privileges, and with them a lot of assistants and debtors.

What but salvation best brings intelligent people together, from a fate worse than death? By dousing them in hopelessness, of course, or else they'll say thank you and that's it.

'Sis, keep an eye on your surroundings, and I'll go scout the fortress from the inside.'

'N-no, little brother?' - she grabbed me restlessly.

'Don't be afraid. Goblins are no danger to me,' a pleading look full of concern for me that I couldn't even see through my helmet had me frozen in place: my heart clenched at the feelings my "sister" was experiencing. If I wasn't used to the bond between us, I would have dropped everything and taken her with me, but alone would be easier to show... hell, who am I kidding. 'All right, let's go,' I had to admit it, and she was soaring with complacency and joy, and I could smell her smiling slyly. Well, I... preferred to turn a blind eye to her naughtiness, I was pleased to feel her positive emotions; everything bloomed in front of my eyes as if I was born again. It's still the original plan, so the changes are minor.....

The obsession was immediately lifted as soon as we approached the fortress.

And for that matter, we should get used to working together, and then she can demonstrate some of her abilities in action. Maybe I can learn something from her.

Already near the entrance, my little sister materialised her spear and prepared to smash and slash, but I restrained her ardour, scrutinising the future battlefield with my Familiars' eyes. There weren't many goblins, and they were mostly asleep. Only a few, away from the sleeping ones, were impaling the slack-jawed girl with six of them. Yeah... I had seen similar hentai once, and now, watching it live, I'm not so pleased to watch such a spectacle, rather the opposite - disgust in half with the desire to kill them, or even better - to tear their filthy bodies, tear out their eyes, slowly break out their joints and at the end... Well, we'll leave it at that. Although before, if I were a mere human being, and this is on the other side of the screen, I would have cringed at the pixels and censorship.

What? I was human and I naturally had my needs!

Kill the goblins, but there was no saving the girl. She had been here too long, she had been through too much and that dead, indifferent look spoke volumes. The girl is broken and all she has to do is to be a helpless puppet in their hands. Just the mere thought that Elvina could have been there... 'her blood boiled and her teeth gritted.'

Inhale, exhale. Didn't help much, but it got better. And my Elvina's not as weak as she looks.

'Stealthy, no killing. Our goal: to wait for the group of adventurers,' - a look of bewilderment was completely ignored by me; we were finally inside the fortress; the smell of shit and decomposition immediately hit my nose, and the rarely seen goblins were sleeping peacefully without hind legs, with all their appearance suggesting to crush their small heads. But you can't... and you wanted to!

The all-consuming thirst for blood, along with contempt for these creatures, was pushing me to act from the back. It seemed that you just had to let your feelings go and you would feel a mad calm. But you can't, and the clear awareness that if I dared to do so, colourfully outlined the failure of the whole operation.

It's not pleasant when your own imagination plays against you, and behind you follows a ball of contempt with the desire to kill goblins. That's why, I didn't want to take her with me....

'Arine...' - as soon as I said her name, she calmed down a bit, as if that beast behind her back wasn't even there.

'Brother?' - My back suddenly burned cold, my throat felt clammy and thirsty. My pants somehow felt very tight, and my goggle clenched with... fear? My thoughts raced, my head felt empty... only the realisation that I wasn't wearing pants, not counting the pants on my trunk, sobered me up as well as cold water. Inhale, exhale. I listened to myself - serenity and calmness with a slight anticipation and a faint fear, but should I have come out... I don't understand... these are definitely not my feelings. Is it really, then, the sisters?

+3 spirit.

As soon as I realised this, all fear disappeared. There was no longer that beast at my back, and the burning desire to kill and slaughter was gone, though it was still felt in the periphery of my mind. Alas, I couldn't say that about the girls themselves - they were asleep, but they somehow affected my emotions, along with Arine's when she was 'angry,' in a way that made it hard to tell if they were yours or not. I didn't want to find out what it was, not at all. I was too scared to try it again, but I made a note of it.

'It's okay, let's go,' I shook my head, chasing away extraneous thoughts. Except that my mood had completely soured, and it was a good thing Arine sensed it and put her shoulder up - emotionally along with a dozen other positive emotions.

Sometimes she could be so gentle... and sometimes... n-yes.

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Stirlitz has never been so close to failure! - I pondered as I looked at the work of my hands. Six goblin heads under accelerated perception were twisted at an unnatural angle, without realising how they died. And they died instantly, with pleasure....

Yes, I can congratulate myself - my humanity is not lost in me, and I couldn't watch this performance after a couple of minutes. Thankfully, my sister was able to persuade me to wait for me, and she did not see such a terrible picture. At least that preserved her innocence, but in the future, I'll have to follow up on this issue myself.

How? That's another question for future me.

Now, corpses, it's time to eat you. Hmm, it's been a long time since I've used the ability, but it's very interesting to watch the life itself being absorbed and the corpse being replaced by bones and skin. It's like watching a video in fast-forward. And I'm not even talking about the sensations - hard to explain. It's a pity I didn't get any abilities, but I'd be surprised if it was the other way round.

The girl herself looked shabby, but in appearance she was above average: disheveled black hair down to her waist, cute oval face with soft childish features, chubby lips, firm breasts of the second size; the physique bears traces of training, the waist is narrow, hips are lush, a little thin, but to give to eat up and will be quite good. Eh, such a beauty is lost, I even wanted to bring the goblins back to life and torture them, but what is not, is not.

And so, satisfied, with an elevated mood, I lifted the helpless body on my shoulder in the manner of a sack of potatoes. She didn't even squeak and hung on to me. It's a tough case, as if the other goblins didn't queue up, but they were sleeping.

Alice is a swordswoman.

Danger level: Low.

Attitude towards you: Fear, Gratitude....

Attitude towards goblins: Hate, Fear...

Fencing-5, Crafting-4, Shield-3, Dash-3, [?], [?].

Worldview - Neutral

Strength - D+

Dexterity - C

Stamina - C

Intelligence - C

Alice, so a good name, and statistics, for an ordinary girl, are worthy of praise. And if you're afraid, then you respect it, so you watched the massacre of goblins. Well, if you can still feel emotions, you'll get out of this quagmire. Yes, the emotions are really very negative, it's disgusting to feel this tangle on myself, although they are not directed at me, but at the nearest goblins.

Alas, I was not going to help the girl more than necessary, and what I did was already more than enough that she could get - saved from another hour marathon.

You're not talking? You're doing the right thing. As a thank you, you'll be the guinea pig.....

Glancing round and seeing no suspicious movement, I used dark healing on Alice, using half of my reserve - no chanting, just touching her thigh through my glove, which she twitched weakly, clearly frightened, And no, I didn't become a cool wizard, I just mentally cast a short spell in an unknown language and pop - my hand glowed with a dark glow so faint it could be mistaken for a shadow. I don't know if I'd cured her insides of too many goblin sticks, but the cocktail of gratitude, shock, and awe was enough.

The girl fell asleep on my shoulder with a smile on her lips and her mental state clearly improved.

Received the title - Handmaker

Through chance and chance, you have changed the race of human to half-demon - succubus. New opportunities have opened up.

You wish to improve your 'status'

Yes/No

Attention! Improving your status has unforeseen consequences and is not responsible for any pain or other factors.

Interesting plushie, sudden and I guess I'll choose later. And the girl... - having looked at her in a new way with the help of auric vision; the colour of the aura began to change from white to semi-red, got a new destiny in my eyes. Well, now I have a reason to catch people and monsters for my experiments, but that's for later. But no one prevented me from imagining possible future prospects for Elvina.

Since the girl was now not just a sack of potatoes, and got some value, Arine and I had to leave the hospitable goblins for a while.

'Who's that, little brother?' - Arine was curious to see what I was carrying on my shoulders; I had spared some of my cloak for her, so there was no scene of possible jealousy on her sister's behalf. But the desire to kill the goblins, it was worth seeing her appearance was hot. You could see it right away - female solidarity.

'Captive, saved her from the clutches of goblins,' - I put her on the ground, once again checking her condition: seemingly healthy, but the skin was pale, and the aura was still mixed together.

As a result, after the examination, we decided to stay with the girl, having previously changed the dislocation. I left her to watch the neighbourhood with the order to inform me if she saw a group of people or other activity.

I began to follow the newfound succubus, watching for any changes in her aura, as well as sometimes healing her, using up her mana reserve almost completely. I was curious to see the result of her transformation, and I had a feeling that it was the right thing to do.

Sis, after half an hour of observation, got tired of watching the surroundings, and she sat not far from me with her eyes closed. Occasionally throwing glances at me, then somewhere in the distance, as if she felt something. Why would she feel something? It was like that. We're in the woods, and there's a lot of wildlife.

Several tedious hours passed in this way of watching and feeding. I was already tired of sitting in one place, and it was difficult to understand at least something relatively useful in Alice's organism. The only thing that kept me going was her ability swing, not counting her slow transformation in appearance; two pairs of small horns on her head, changes in skin pigmentation, pointed ears and a different hair colour.

Dark Healing +2, Mana Control +1, MF Regen +2, Spirit +2.

By the time I was mentally exhausted and universally tired, and the day was nearing evening, Yuko's tired but satisfied voice echoed in my head.

'Master, Yuko sees people!'

'How many are there?' - I got to my feet and straightened my shoulders, kneading my stiff limbs. Along with me, my little sister stood up with a frown on her face.

'Um... master?' instead of words, she handed me the image of four girls stealthily making their way towards the fortress.

'I see, you did well,' the image, happy with praise, was my reply. 'Now carefully follow them to the fortress, afterwards sneak inside and keep an eye on them'

'Got it! Yuko will do!'

- So, little sister. You're going to have to stay here and follow this person! No, I won't change my mind,' I patted her shoulder gently, 'this person is important, then I'll tell you why and why I did all this, okay?

Arine frowned her eyebrows looking into my eyes, searching for an answer for herself. We exchanged a look for a few seconds.

- Okay bro...' she sighed helplessly. - 'I'll see to "that"...' she emphasised the 'that' in a tone as if doing me a favour, 'but then you owe me a 'reward!' - and without listening to the answer she turned away, anticipating the future reward she'd come up with....

Eh sis...gotta hide emotions better. But I'll pretend I didn't see your reddened ears.