The Slave Heroine Appears! Part 2

Is it my imagination…? Or is it an auditory hallucination…?

I’ve been hearing a sound that goes “Gogogogogo…” for a while now.

“That kind of thing wasn’t written in any of the descriptions so far, was it!? Where did she come from!? I mean, there’s no way a woman like that could exist in this world!”

I pointed at the person who looked like a muscle tyrant from the end of the century–Ooga and shouted at Eve.

“Master, that is a serious case of sexual harassment. She–Ooga is a respectable woman. Please look. At those voluptuous breasts.”

“‘Voluptuous breasts’ isn’t a term used to describe chest plates that look like armour! Even assuming that that’s a woman! Where on earth did she come from!? She has a face that looks like it would appear in your nightmares if you saw it once!”

To me, who was asking with enough force to scatter spit everywhere, Eve replied with a cool face.

“She grew rapidly. To a level where she can return the favour she received from Master.”

“How does she intend to return the favooooor!? This! It is my founding history! I’d be troubled if muscle tyrants leading Mohawk Underlings started appearing!”

While we were arguing like that…

“Come, Golferani!”

I wonder who she’s calling out to… Anyway, Ooga shouts someone’s name.

And then…

*Neigh!*

From out of nowhere… a giant horse? Appeared! It can’t be helped that I put a question mark there.

Its total length–probably over six meters! It’s big enough to reach Keaton and Kamiya’s chest level!

Its appearance is truly majestic and stately! Its legs are extremely thick, befitting its giant body, but its steps are so light…

Behold! When one of the Mohawk Underlings tries to pull on its reins, it unleashes a frightfully sharp buckkick that sounds like it could tear the sky.

If someone had been standing behind this giant horse… They would have undoubtedly been turned into a lump of flesh with a single blow.

“Is that…?”

I timidly ask Eve while watching the giant horse with white fur and a black mane approach Ooga.

“That horse’s name is Golferani. It is Ooga’s beloved horse that has shared joys and sorrows with her since she was young.”

“So where did it come frooooom!? So far! Nowhere! Was the existence of such a horse described!?”

“It can’t be helped since it’s actually here. It’s a very good child that is faithful to its Master’s orders.”

“That’s definitely a lie! My younger brother likes horses, so I’ve learned a lot about them, but I’ve never seen one with such a bloodthirsty look! That horse has definitely killed people before!”

When I point my finger, one of the Mohawk Underlings actually has his upper body completely chewed… or rather, swallowed. Hey, don’t just watch. Help him out, you guys!

I want to run over there, but it’s clearly stronger than the boss monsters I fought in the autonomous region. I don’t feel like I can win.

As I watch helplessly, Ooga takes out a sugar cube from somewhere. Then, Golferani spits out the Mohawk Underling with a *plop* and starts crunching on it.

“Fufu… what a lovely fellow. That’s why it’s worthy of being my mount! –You lot! Continue!”

Ooga, who had a satisfied smile on her face, mounts Golferani with a movement that betrays no sense of weight. And oh… this is truly horse and rider as one!

If a painter saw this, they would undoubtedly start sketching while shedding tears. A heroic and truly picturesque scene was created, enough to make one confident of that.

*Hyahha!*

The Mohawk Underlings, called by their Master–no, I should be the Master–get on their motorcycles one after another, which also appeared out of nowhere.

“No, I’m telling you, stop bringing out things that shouldn’t exist out of nowheeeeere! You bastards! Where did you get those motorcycles from!?”

“I manufactured those with ‘Mamiya’. It was good that Keaton succeeded in drilling for oil, but that inevitably produces all kinds of oils in the refining process, so we had excess gasoline.”

“Get permission! Get permission! I mean, you’ve been covering for them quite a bit… huh?”

That’s when I noticed. For some reason… Eve, who was right next to me–is gone!

“Ooga, it’s time for your nutritional intake.”

“Muu… I’m always sorry about this, Eve.”

“This much is no trouble at all.”

Eve was beside Ooga, who was on Golferani. Not only that… She’s handing Ooga a huge tumbler that she pulled out of nowhere, isn’t she!?

Moreover, what’s in it isn’t just drinking water. The nightmarish-colored steam wafting from the tumbler… There’s no mistaking it. Even from here, you could almost hear the *glug glug* sound it makes… The existence of which I had completely forgotten–Eve’s special drink!?

The concoction bubbled and frothed, a sickening shade of green that seemed to pulse with an unnatural life of its own. The smell alone was enough to make one’s stomach churn, an unholy blend of rotten eggs, spoiled milk, and something far more sinister that defied description.

*Fwoom!*

With a yell that you wouldn’t think she was drinking… Ooga gulps it down in one go! And then… oh… what on earth…

*Creeeak… creeeeeak…*

… accompanied by a sound loud enough to be heard even from here, her? Muscles swell up and gain even more thickness!?

“Fumu. As I thought–it’s delicious! Eve… my muscles are shouting with joy at the special drink you made!”

“I’m glad if it was of help.”

I see, I see… I see…

………………

“You’re the cauuuuuse!?”

I’ve been retorting the whole time, and I’m getting thirsty too… I shout, mustering the last of my strength!

I’ve had enough! I’ve had enough! Dad! Big bro! Lil’ bro! It was my fault! I’ll apologize! I won’t do anything foolish! Someone, anyone, come and help meeeee!

“With this, everything is in order! Let’s go! –To fulfil our path of supremacy!”

*Hyahha!*

With Ooga at the head, riding Golferani, the Mohawk Underlings on their motorcycles follow. There’s no doubt that they’re headed for the wilderness of battle…

“No, where do you think you’re goiiiiing!?”

I retort, but my voice doesn’t reach them. Just as Ooga and the others were about to charge forward on their path of supremacy, this happens.

‘Wait! … I won’t let you do as you please!’

A giant human silhouette appears, blocking their way.