It wasn’t just Emily & Elizabeth Jr. who were using this opportunity to learn. Fuka didn’t completely forgo her urgency; not completely embracing the depravity you could only see in a country that had goblin blood running through it…

However, their resident bunny definitely was the one who took the most advantage of the city, Lyada not being seen since the first day left her activities up to the imagination.

Ironically it was Fuka who probably was enjoying the city the least; after having her fun with the team of squires she spent most of her time prowling through the various dungeons. Having a god of magic around a bunch of “monsters” resulted in the energy in the area being higher than most haunts. It was hardly a surprise that many dungeons would be all over the place and of reasonable strength as well. A strange scenario where experienced adventurers were dealing with the (probably) largest goblin settlement.

That was not to say it was actually the half-goblin’s choice that she was doing all of that - rather it was her new “master” that was having her do a “dungeon marathon” as she called it. According to her “There is no quicker way to get used to your party than taking a long & hard ride with them gohoho~!” thus that is what she made the ex-paladin do.

At first she was hesitant to listen to the crazy green-skin (especially when she just handed her a flamberge and told her to get at it) yet it certainly felt more refreshing than hiding behind a shield.

Violence was something that had always come naturally to the half-blood, like how she spent a few years on the street as a gang leader, and learning the sword came just as quickly. Easily wielding the two handed sword to cleave through an army of undead. The bottom of her sword having a [Dreamer’s Cross Necklace] tied around the ‘parrying hook’ (ring) at the bottom of the ricasso (unsharpened area of the blade).

Although the blade was no ‘titan blade’ it was sizable; easily dwarfing most the weapons the wandering undead were able to wield. That iconic wavy blade helped her easily parry their weapons while it also helped deliver cripple vibrations down their weapons. Causing the undead to drop their weapon if not straight up shatter their wrists.

A holy light also flitted across the blade as, in turn, she drew the blade across the bodies of the swarm of hobbling corpses. There wasn’t one race or even  ethnicity; though they were a majority humanoid with some canines in the mix. Fortunately there were just shambling zombies & a few clattering skeletons.

Monsters which Fuka was able to easily cut down even by herself.

Of course… She wasn’t completely alone.

“So ya mean dat Navy ‘n’ Jeeves aren’t de same person?” <Fuka>

Fuka questioned the hobgoblin templar who currently had her green girls out in the open; thick white fluid leaking from between them in addition to just being on them. Even her dark green taps poured with virile sperm while appearing slightly agape. Her lips wrapped around a fat toy that she eagerly throated like a champion - all the while bouncing up & down another as she squatted on a bedroll that sat in their ‘camp’.

Only real thing making up their camp was a golden fire she had started with holy magic before saying she would give an “offering to the dreamscape” which led to the current scene.

Hearing her apprentice did lead to her pulling the fat troll dick replica out her hob gob with an especially sloppy and loud *PLOP~!*. Moving her tongue to lick it a few times before it exploded with another acrid discharge - hobgoblin girl proudly opening her mouth as it spluttered across her face. Her lower body trembling as her already sizable gut gained a few more inches of volume.

Having ‘finished’ it’s orgasm it grew rather floppy; thankfully she didn’t care much as she began to grind it against her second bottom hole. A rather interesting thing to note considering… There wasn’t supposed to be such a thing as a “female goblin” but Fuka was hardly one to judge.

If she wants to be a she let her be a she.

Plus it wasn’t as if Gobberz wasn’t already a rainbow paradise with a literal trap wizard in charge.

“Nnnrg~ technically yes but technically no fuck so big” <Gil>

Panting as she pushed the monster against her entrance only to give up - not confident in Chaos’ words that it was shooting blanks. Still that golden fang of hers glittered in the dark ruined village like a beacon; the groans of the undead seemingly getting louder in response.

“Dat wasn’ fackin’ helpful…” <Fuka>

Thankfully it would take more to scare Fuka, especially since she already had been personally attacked by the scariest girl across the realms, as she cleaved through 5 zombies with ease.

“Well the bodies that make Jeeves are ‘Navy’ however they are just like these guys; all Jeeves are just undead made from Navy. If you asked me how or why he has that much hatred, pain & regret  inside him to make undead that strong… Well I wouldn’t have a fucking scooby of how you answer you. At least I know that apparently they only use that titan executioner's sword due to being stiff in the joints!” <Gil>

“Huh… Dat is surprisingly interesting!” <Fuka>

“Yea~! You pick up these kinds of thing when you hang around the trap long enough gohoh-OH FUCK IT’S EXPLODING SO~ MUCH  INSIDE ME~♥” <Gil>

Apparently that second dildo (the one up her ass) was a quicker shot than the first as she was forced to drop everything in her hand to grip her growing gut.

Only for her to close her mouth a moment later - her cheeks growing in size as semen leaked from her nostrils - only for her to be forced to open it a moment later. That big trap of hers sending a storm of semen out instead of her usual nonsense. Something about the sight brought a snicker to Fuka as she booted an undead dog into the crowd of zombies…

Technically they weren’t alive & only cared about killing but it never felt great to hit a dog…

“Which is actually the third pillar then?” <Fuka>

Gil didn’t immediately answer, taking a minute to ‘recover’ from her recent offering, as she coughed up a few litres of cum.

“W-well it has to be navy, right? I mean you can’t be a rogue when your own weapon is a gigantic sword and your body is undergoing rigamortis.” <Gil>

“Huh… Guess that makes sense!” <Fuka>

With that she hopped backwards (arriving back into the camp) as she swung her sword horizontally in about as wide of an arc as she could have. In response the holy aura shot out from the sword - flying forward as a crescent blade of efficient undead re-dead-ening. Undead after undead became naught but ash in the wake of the powerful attack.

Fuka silently oversaw the scene - drawing the uniquely designed blade to rest upon her pauldron - as her right hand fell from the sword to instead reach under her newly rebuilt chestplate. Pulling out a cotton cloth which she promptly used to wipe the sweat from her forehead. Lightly tapping her equally new pauldron with the sword as she made sure that she was finally done for the day.

“I still can’n believe de {8th Dream Cu-Church} jus’ gives these blessed items away; if ya wanted this kind of thing from the {Church of Light}... Well I wouldn’t be able ta. I know for a fact since I tried ‘n’ got told I was better off using ma lips for a differen’ kind uv begging.” <Fuka>

Eyes watching as the dreams cross bounced around on her new sword’s ring.

“Oh?” <Gil>

Her curiosity obviously caught as she wiped away some sperm using her own cloth.

“Yea, they don’t let adventurers gain access to even holy water without showing them some extra ‘bonus’ than just raw cash, havin’ them do their ‘part’ for de church. They basically use female adventurers alongside their nuns like cheap hookers - which includes having ‘em passed around for use during their extravagant parties -  only for most of ‘em end up pregnant or dead. Most men just need to do some manual labour only ta find their girls beaten ‘n’ broken after having been thrown out onto the streets when the party's over. We always make sure to warn the newcomers not to bother with undead subjugations since there is no benefit.” <Fuka>

“Fucking damn!” <Gil>

Even the pureblooded goblin was surprised by that mortifying op-ed - maybe due to goblins being a little simple minded - she showed no doubt in Fuka’s retelling. Then again; there was also another very good reason why she trusted Fuka. A very obvious one for those who know the history of Gobberz.

“No wonder the ancestors of this place decided to run the fuck away from there!” <Gil>

“Wait; you don’t come from Gobberz?” <Fuka>

Curious at the slight telling word choice as she came to sat down near the holy fire.

“Yea I come from the empire!”  <Gil>

<Now that is surprising!>

Fuka thought to herself.

“Chaos is actually an Archduke of the {Indigo-Stratos Empire} and has his own dukedom where those big dicked, bigger bearded, midgets swing their hammers. I’m technically in charge of the church's military there yet since the little bastard is one of our gods I found myself here with him. Either way the dude is fucking loaded. This isn’t even talking about the fact that his sticky little dick is in every single pantheon… Guess it’s easy enough to do when you're the best when it comes to artefact crafting?” <Gil>

“Then why the hell is he here?” <Fuka>

“... His name is Chaos; you think I know that? Plus most notable families in the Empire don’t live nearly as long as you would think they would. Most of them are humans who focus on managing things to a good enough extent that {Queen} doesn’t come down on them. Best way to describe her is as a great leader for the weak but a slave driver for those who are expected to be strong.” <Gil>

“Why does that matter?” <Fuka>

“Means he can do what he wants as nobody else in the empire can compete with how solid his foundation is with the dwarves.” <Gil>

She could only shrug her shoulders in response to the hobgoblins words; Fuka could hardly say she understood what any of that meant. At least she understood that Chaos had his fingers in more than she would have assumed.

It was kind of amusing when one thinks about it… But also kind of scary.

<Makes ya wonder what he is planning.>

Then she came to one last realisation.

<He probably doesn’t have a plan.>

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And there we have it... There will be more for the future but this is the end of this version of this arc; I suggest you follow me on here as I mostly just post when I am updating novels or when I'm starting something new. Coming up after this (which I set up for the next edition of Hero) will be a story on a Sus Salamander and a little black cat. I hope to see all of you there while we all wait for  Re:May Misunderstand Hero - The Dragox Hunt and trust me... It is way better written than this one XD

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