Chapter 38: Expedition

After terrorizing the girls’ school, I was finally able to return to my usual degenerate life .....

historical

Carriages.

In this day and age, a horse-drawn carriage is the only way for me to get around.

It was to participate in an expedition.

In the same carriage with me were my favorite sauvage girl and Abigail.

This carriage is reserved for the Butcher. It is guarded by a Lasher, who are specialized soldiers who work with the Butcher.

Apparently, this trip had been planned, and even though it was right after my outburst at the girls’ school, I was not sent to solitary confinement but was immediately loaded into this carriage for transportation.

I’m used to accompanying people on these expeditions. Most of the time, I participate in attacks on human bases or escort the transportation of supplies and personnel.

This time, we were participating in an attack. And with a woman along, it was going to be a long trip.

At first, the sauvage girl and the girl with long black hair who had been destroyed recently were chosen to ride in the carriage. This was because when going out, a woman who was out of her mind was less likely to run away and easier to control.

But this was an opportunity he could not wish for. Even though it was painful to do so, I went wild and threatened the black-haired girl, who was unresponsive to anything I did unless I inserted her.

Finally, the black-haired girl was replaced, and Abigail was lucky to get a turn. It was fortunate that she was chosen first since repeated outbursts would have raised suspicion.

This is how Abigail got out of the facility.

According to her, it must have been months since she had been outside. She looked speechless for a while.

It looked like she was at a loss for words for a while, but it wasn’t the end of the world. Because she has a choker-type escape prevention device around her neck.

It’s similar to the control device on the side of my head, which blows off if I don’t return to the alien’s base within a set period of time or at the will of the alien holding the control terminal.

Maybe Abigail still doesn’t understand why she was put out there. Maybe Abigail still doesn’t know why she was taken out of the house, because they were just objects to be taken out of the house for me to use for my sexual needs and to continue my siring. However, the only thing she seemed to be threatened by was the neck device, and she kept showing signs of concern about her choker.

I wondered how the aliens were getting her to listen to them. I’ll ask her about that on this expedition.

Abigail was shrewd, as I thought she would be.

She glanced at the aliens around her. The state of the city. The way to the outside. The security at the gate. Even after getting out, she continued to watch the road and the forest for a while.

It was refreshing to see Abigail with clothes on, even if it was just a little piece of cloth. I had only seen her naked since the first day. The soft skin hidden by the cloth and the limbs that stretched out from it looked inversely attractive. To put it simply, it was erotic. Abigail was more erotic with her clothes on.

This expedition has become an exciting event for me because I get to go to unusual places and enjoy these little changes in the girls, which makes me feel like I’m traveling.

Moreover, I can go wild as much as I want on the expedition. It’s bad for my health if I don’t vent the butcher’s violence that lurks inside of me once in a while. Especially now, because of the incident at the girls’ school, I have a lot on my plate. I’m looking forward to it. In a way, it’s a reward for my hard work at the girls’ school.

By the way, I’m not worried about the fact that I might die.

From what I’ve experienced so far, it would be impossible to kill me without a surprise rain of howitzers, a pinpoint hit from a shipboard cannon or a concentrated bombardment by aircraft or cruise missiles. I can survive an encounter with a tank.

And knowing the strength of the human side, I know that there is no possibility of such a large amount of firepower coming out in this small battle. The only time the humans will throw all of their strength into a battle is when it comes to the defense of the Fortress City (Fort), which is the key to humanity’s survival.

What worries me is Abigail. Even in a small-scale battle, she could be inadvertently hit by a stray bullet. Anyway, that’s what we have to watch out for in this expedition.

I told her about the circumstances of such an expedition while tapping her on the knee.

— run, neck, head, protect, until, battle, don’t, run —

“.... I understand. I will listen to you.”

Abigail nodded.

As long as she is in the carriage, she should be fine.

This carriage was specially made to transport the Butcher. It is a box-like vehicle that is pulled by a lead carriage with a lasher, a watchman, riding on it. It is similar to a trailer house that is pulled by a horse-drawn carriage. However, there are few windows, it is dimly lit, and the inside is as bleak as ever.

A horse-drawn carriage may sound fragile, but perhaps it’s magic, and it boasts mysterious durability that can’t be damaged by small arms fire. The emphasis is on defense, so even if the Butcher goes on a rampage, the entire box can be closed off.

Moreover, the vehicle is built like a dream, with almost no shaking or vibration unless it is on a very rough road. Alien technology is truly magical.

Moreover, with the windows closed, it is completely soundproof. If the sound of butchers having sex leaked out for twenty-four hours, the soldiers accompanying them would complain.

In the case of a normal butcher, the woman he is having sex with is waiting in a separate carriage and is thrown in each time, but since I am an honor student, the woman is always thrown in. This is where my obedience as a domestic animal came into play.

In other words, the inside of the carriage is free space while we are moving. I could escape the eyes of the aliens.

Thanks to this, Abigail can even talk to me like this. That’s why I wanted to take her out at all costs.

Normally, I’d spend all my free time in the carriage, mingling with women from morning till night, but this time I had to be patient.

To be honest, every time I catch a glimpse of Abigail’s soft cleavage around the neck of her dress, I want to push her over. But I can’t. She smells so good, but I can’t.

And so the calm conversation between Abigail and I continued.

When she finally understood the situation, along with my comment that this expedition would take at least ten days to get there and back, she seemed relieved, and her tense face gradually relaxed.

“So, the culprit is..”

From there, she told me about a mystery book from half a century ago that Abigail had been enjoying lately.

“You’d be laugh at if you wore these clothes nowadays..”

She also told me a rather unimportant story about a very old fashion magazine that she had looked at as well, but which she found very funny and entertaining when viewed from today’s perspective.

Why does this girl keep going off on these rambling tangents? Do you know the situation?

.... Well, I guess it’s because she’s a woman. It’s not hard to understand.

I gave up and told her my story to satisfy her desire for conversation.

Abigail’s face would tense up or her cheeks would relax at my words. She listened with great interest.

She especially liked the story about my part-time job (paid only with grass) at the Minotaur’s butcher store. When I told her various episodes, her eyes lit up and she listened intently.

It’s amazing to see the Butcher working a normal job, to put it in human terms. It’s like a professional wrestling hero working part-time in a trendy café. I kept my mouth shut about the ground meat.

I guess Butcher’s personal life was becoming more and more interesting, and Abigail wanted to hear story after story about me.

A story about a fox girl. Stories about defense at the fox’s house.

Surprisingly, she easily told me that the attackers were probably a special human unit called Tango Team. They had been infiltrating the city for quite some time.

AASPINT are notorious for their secrecy, but she may have been playing her cards right to win my trust. She said she didn’t know why the foxes were targeted.

“school for girls?”

When the conversation shifted to the recent service at the girls’ school, Abigail’s eyebrows furrowed into a troubled expression midway through the conversation, and she finally blew a small puff of air at the story that I had held back too long and nearly died of indignation.

“‘Hmmm .... hmmm ....’

It was the first time I had ever seen her smile. It was a strangely dazzling smile.

Abigail gulped at the mention of being hit by a dragon lady’s breath at close range. She was an intelligence officer, so she understood the destructive power of the dragon’s breath correctly.

“I’m so glad you’re okay.....”

It’s a real threat to humanity. I was hit for the first time when I became a Butcher, and it was intense. But my body still seemed to be able to take a lot of hits. Abigail was stunned to hear that.

“Gevaudan is having a hard time too....nhmm.”

However, the story was later viewed by the entire school in a swoon. And the story about streaking home as it was, which made her look troubled and laugh again.

Well, I’m glad she’s less stressed.

The story of how Ferris and I taught each other our names. Abigail, who had chuckled when I told her that my name had been mistakenly passed down as Jibodan, poked me in the knee as if to remind me.

“recovery magic is a very valuable talent, you know?”

I see..... So that’s why Ferris was targeted by Tango. That night, too, maybe they didn’t care about the perverted fox woman and were only after Ferris. But there are plenty of other aliens who use recovery magic. Why is Ferris so important? Huh?

Abigail was a Liaison Repo, so she didn’t seem to know much about the aliens behind the scenes, and she didn’t have any information about Ferris.

In the meantime, Abigail’s condition finally calmed down, and we moved on to the control device in question.

I decided to tell her that this device is a self-destruct mechanism, otherwise, we wouldn’t be able to proceed, and since Abigail’s future would be cut off if I died, she wouldn’t want to kill me so easily. So, I decided.

I see control terminals all the time, but there are a lot of other things about this device that don’t add up. For example, there are times when I am sent outside and the alien with the terminal is not nearby. How are they going to deal with me if I get out of control?

Or, the commands may be sent even if there is no alien with a terminal nearby.

My guess is that there is some kind of radio tower somewhere, and they are controlling it remotely from there.

If that’s the case, then in order to remove the shackles of this self-destruction, I’ll have to take the terminal and then destroy the radio tower as soon as possible. I need to destroy all the other devices that may be hidden in the area to be able to free myself. It’s very difficult.

So, I thought of another way to escape, which was to remove the device on the side of my head itself. In fact, removing the device from my head would be more convenient in many ways. That way, no matter how things turn out, I won’t be brain-fried.

But I don’t know if I can really do that, and I have no idea how.

That’s why I want Abigail to work with me to figure out how to remove this device. I also need you to come up with a detailed plan for our escape.

That’s what I want from you. I’ll take care of all the situations where you need help, and I don’t mind if you rely on that plan.

“I understand.”

Abigail nodded.

I told her what I thought, and after a moment’s thought, she said

“Gevaudan are you.....”

She stopped talking.

For a moment, her hazel eyes stared at me, and then she resumed.

“how long have you been there?”

Am I a former human? She didn’t ask about it.

I think Abigail is already convinced that I’m a former human because I know too much about the human side of things. It’s not like I’m a beast that’s been locked up in that prison for a long time. I don’t care if she knows what I know.

I don’t mind being exposed to that.

My basic stance is that I have amnesia. It’s a simple and powerful excuse. If I’m in trouble, I just say I don’t remember. As for my background, I’ll leave that to her imagination. In fact, I’ve lost quite a bit of my memory in a wormhole.

My amnesia is a little different, mainly because I can’t seem to remember anything person-related. Whenever I try to remember someone, they become a shadowy figure and their name doesn’t come up. Even my own image is vague and ambiguous.

It’s as if I’m trying to cut off all contact with people.

My true intention is to take revenge on Fort if I can get out of the prison. I’m not going to tell her that. I don’t want Abigail to be alarmed.

I’m a prisoner who wants to get out, a pathetic beast who dreams of freedom. That’s the setup.

It’s been about two or three years since I’ve been conscious. I don’t remember anything before that. That’s all I can tell you.

“So....”

Abigail lowered her gaze and chimed in.

I wonder if she sensed that I was hiding something.

When I looked into her face, Abigail’s gaze was fixed on my crotch. Her cheeks were slightly tinged with vermilion.

Before I knew it, my son was pushing up my apron.

I can’t help it, you know. You smell so good in this small space. On the other side of the room, sauvage girl is sitting and leaning against me, and it’s a physiological reaction.

— me, endure —

When I tell her that, Abigail gives me a coy look.

“Do you want to....for a minute?”