Seeds of Heroism - Chapter 70

Chapter 70 – content: >!castration, general violence!<

*[A guide to the world of Bythos!](https://imgur.com/a/poZLPkK)*

“Just put it down somewhere, we shouldn’t stay here too long anyway!” Jim urged. There was no telling when a patrol or the prioress herself would turn up.

Ina hesitated, then finally laid the lock on top of a chair. Thrown upon its back was a large, entirely black cowl. Ina picked it up and held it out in front of her. “Uhm, I don’t think this is the habit of a nun…” Its hood tapered to a fine point that gave it a fierce, threatening look – but even more striking was that the chest and crotch sported large holes, their rims richly decorated with silvery thread. Wearing this cowl would leave its wearer completely exposed – or at least presenting her underwear.

“N-never mind that…” Jim whispered. He stared with wide, terrified eyes at the wall to their right. Above a small bed, the head of a minotaur was mounted, it’s mouth open and its tongue lolling out of its mouth. Next to it, on a separate plaque, was its erect cock and heavy testicles sagging in their skin. “I-I don’t think I want to be here…”

“Oh my, that’s, uh… quite the… why did she stuff it so it’s *erect*?! Never mind, I’m sure there’s something we can use here… Look around for chests or something like that.”

“What do you think this is, some sort of video game dungeo- huh.” He stopped himself short as he saw a long, flat chest at the foot of the bed. “Okay, maybe I shut up now…” Jim tried to open it but found that it was locked. “Hey, Ina, could you maybe…”

“Hm? Yeah, yeah.” With a flick of her wrist, the lock landed in her hand. She fingered the metal while bent over the little desk. “Listen, this is super interesting. This is a ledger about the quests paladins took on, I think. There’s all these names, with start and end dates and then there’s a row for something abbreviated with ‘TSTCLS’ with numbers in them, Mostly one or two, but sometimes you get much more. Oh hey, there’s Philine! And wow, 27? I wonder what that means… Do you know? Jim?”

Jim didn’t answer, staring at the contents of the chest. Gently he reached and gripped the handle. Soft, red leather was wound around it, stopping at a squat pommel that seemed designed not just to stop the weapon from slipping from its wielder’s hand but to bludgeon an enemy daring to get close. The guard was small but thick, its tips bending upwards ever so slightly. Only on closer inspection did Jim see the fine lamellae etched into the guard that gave it a curious, organic-looking texture. He unsheathed the blade and couldn’t help but gasp.

The steel gleaned with a strange, icy shimmer that made it look cold to the touch. [It was a simple blade overall, with a wide fuller and a long, fine point, but that simplicity lent it an almost elegant air.](https://imgur.com/a/Cj5axpW) This was a tool for war, a blade meant to cut down foes and not be paraded around in jewel-encrusted scabbards.

“Tarja’s sword!” Ina cried happily. “You found it!”

“This… Tarja made this?”

“Yes! She melted your moonsilver cage down, mixed it with more iron and, uhm… other stuff and forged this. She was working non-stop for two weeks, day and night. Then she handed me the sword, told me to get the hell out and bring it to you.”

“So this is a moonsilver sword…” Faint blue light reflected on Jim’s face as he held the blade up to the light. He couldn’t spot a single blemish on it. He ran a finger along the centre of the sword, shuddering at the touch. His finger went numb where it came into contact with the metal. It felt like he was touching ice, or as if the blade was buzzing with electricity. “It’s beautiful.”

Ina just rolled her eyes, muttering under her breath. “Boys…” Then she returned to the desk. “Anyway, I guess that means I did deliver the sword to you after all. I wonder why it’s here, though. A prioress isn’t the head of an order, right? That should be the Mother Superior. Maybe she kept it for herself…?”

The auf opened the first drawer of the desk after relieving it of its lock. From it, she retrieved a small vial with a pitch-black liquid in it. “Huh? Is this ink? Why’s it in a little vial? This would be so annoying to pour into an inkwell…”

“Wait, don’t open that! I think I know what that is!” Jim made sure to secure the sword in its scabbard and girded it around his belt. “That looks like what I saw when I was locked up in Hôdoburg. I think its pec- uh, peckam, uh… I think it’s black milk.”

Ina flinched, almost dropping the vial. She snapped it out of the air and carefully put it pack in the desk. “That demonic stuff?! Why would the prioress have that!”

“I think that means we’re on the right track. The Valesian order must be collaborating with demons. We better hurry up and go through the rest of the stuff here, then try to find the others.” Together, they turned the small bower inside out. Finally, tucked into the pocket of a coat, Ina found a large, heavy key.

“What do you think this is for?” she asked.

“Not sure, but it seems important… Have you seen any important looking doors when they brought you in-”

“Shh! Do you hear that?”

Jim fell silent, straining his ears to catch what Ina was hearing. From outside, muffled voices penetrated the door. “Quick, make it look like before! We need to get out of here!” With a twist from Ina’s hand, the lock was back in its place. They scrambled to put everything but the sword and key back where it belonged. But right as Ina reached for the door so they could flee, it opened from the outside, slamming into the auf and sending her sprawling to the floor.

She cried out and immediately, the door was thrust open fully. Four paladins walked in, weapons drawn. “There’s someone in here, prioress! Someone has broken into your room!”

“Don't let them escape. First the alarm, now this… it seems a few rats have sneaked on board.” A pair of burly paladin women burst through the door. Behind them, a deathly pale woman with black hair strode into the room. She exuded an air of arrogant superiority. “Hello there, rat,” the prioress spat. “Are you having your friends make a ruckus so you can sneak in here and stea- What.”

Between Ina and the prioress, a floating ballsack interposed itself. Alongside it, a floating sword pointed threateningly at her.

“Prioress, watch out! It must be a ghost of vanquished testicles!” one of the paladins yelled.

Jim decided to ignore her. “Stay away from her! We know you’re the demon’s leman! Give it up!”

“Jim, don’t!” Ina yelled.

The prioress arched an eyebrow. “Have I had too much wine or is a pair of testicles threatening me?”

The other paladins glared at their superstitious sister, urging her to keep her mouth shut about ghosts. “That seems to be the case, your grace. Would you like us to smush them?”

“Please.”

With a lazy step forward, the paladin swung her foot forward as if to punt the pair of balls against the ceiling. But they slid to the side at the last second and smacked the flat side of its sword against the paladin’s flank. She yelped in pain and stepped back.

“Like I said, give it up, prioress!”

“This is ridiculous. All of you, destroy these balls and bring me the girl!” the prioress commanded. The two paladins in front of her attacked Jim’s balls, while the two behind headed for Ina. But before they could strike, the auf’s foot suddenly appeared in Jim’s groin, flattening the two orbs. “Hiyah!”

It was a soft kick compared to what he had become used to, but even a soft kick to the nuts would give a man pause. Jim only managed to utter a quiet, “Ina, wh-” before he and his companion disappeared from the room.

“What?! Where are the floating testicles!” Completely baffled by the sudden disappearance of the thief and her pet scrotum, the paladins turned helplessly in the room until a small, pained cry alerted them that someone was outside in the hallway.

“Shh, Jim! Your plums aren’t important right now!”

“There you are!” the prioress cried triumphantly and stormed out of the room. “I don’t know what kind of trick you just pulled but rest assu- HEY, STOP!” Jim and Ina were already running, flying down the hallway. “After them, you imbeciles!” The paladins rushed out of the room, scrambling after the girl and her ballsy companion.

Jim and Ina meanwhile, were trying their hardest to find a path through the monastery that wouldn’t lead them to a dead end. “Do you have any idea where you’re going?” Jim asked.

“Not one bit!” Ina fired back.

Their chase was thankfully short-lived as they turned a corner – and stared at a knot of people, knights, paladins and at the very end, Philine, Leonia and Despina. “Philine! We’re here, we- they can’t hear us!” A few of the knights turned at Jim’s shout, weapons drawn.

Ina quickly grabbed Jim by the nuts and, with a flick of her wrist, they appeared right behind their three companions. “Despina!” Ina shouted.

Turning around in surprise, Philine shrieked. Then her palm zoomed through the air, smacking into the disembodied nutsack floating in the air next to her. An ear-splitting *SLAP* rang out through the hall, even louder than the noise of the fight. Even Jim’s blood-curdling scream couldn’t match the slap Philine had produced. Nutsack and her tits jiggled because of the tremendous force produced, then the floating balls slammed to the ground.

“Phew! What a strange insect…”

“That’s Jim! He had some sort of invisibility potion that we used to escape! We found some demonic stuff and this key in the prioress bedroom, but now she’s – ah, there she is!” The pale woman and her paladin bodyguards had just arrived at the other end of the fight.

Without taking her eyes off of her opponents, Leonia spoke. “If it’s a key that woman possessed, it must be for the gate!” She parried a paladin’s strike who was similarly equipped to Philine. The chain of her flail wound around Leonia’s sword, but she pulled her opponent in and knocked her out with a headbutt before she could disarm the former knight-captain. The falling paladin fell against the knight next to her, leaving him out of balance and with his defences lowered. Leonia’s leg shot out, her greaves crashing into his groin. Two tell-tale *squicks* revealed that the kick would leave a lasting impact on the man’s nutsack. “That’s another cross for the shield, my lady! Do we have a way to get some space between us and them?” she yelled.

“Well done!” Despina said with a smile and a blush. “Some space, huh? Leave it to me! Jim, get your useless eggs over here and cover for me!”

With a groan, the reddened balls lifted off the floor and bounced and bobbed over to Despina. He drew his sword. “O-Okay, I’m ready…” One knight completely ignored the hovering testicles and weapon and simply tried to walk past Jim to get at Despina. The man was quickly felled by the moonsilver sword drawing two red streaks on his chest.

The princess stared at the lone, hairy ballbag, following its every movement with her eyes. “Goddess, you don’t know tempting it is to just- No, I need to focus.” The redhead shook her head and started channelling mana. Lime-green streaks of energy crawled down both her arms and she closed her eyes, muttering an incantation.

Jim, meanwhile, was busy fighting for his life – or just his manhood as stab after slash after blow came for the only target his opponents could see: his balls. Despite the pain Philine had slapped into his nuts, he skilfully dodged and blocked each strike, but he was slower than he could be. His smarting balls slowly led to him becoming overwhelmed.

“Are you done soon, Despina?” he asked. “This is getting harder and har- Woah!”

“I’ve got him! I’ve got him!” a daring paladin yelled. Waiting for an opening in Jim’s defences, she dived for his balls. She was now sitting between his legs, one hand squeezing his balls tightly. In her other hand, she held a sharp dagger. The paladin yanked on his balls and brought the weapon up.

Faced with his imminent castration, Jim smacked the pommel of his sword down. It struck the top of her head just as she put knife to sack. It was enough to knock her out, and she slumped to the ground, dragging the blade along the skin of his sack, shaving a few hairs. The feeling of the cold steel scraping his nutsack and the realization how close he had just been to being two testicles lighter sent a cold shiver down his spine. However potent his healing was now, Jim was pretty damn sure he could not just grow a new pair.

“N-not to rush you, Despina, but now would be a good time to do whatever you’re planning!” He quickly parried a few strikes from a knight while dodging a lance trying to skewer his testicles. From behind him, he heard a huff.

“Don’t get those donkey balls of yours in a twist. I might accidentally blow them away.” Despina thrust a slender hand through his legs, palm facing their opponents. His nuts rested on her arm. She pointed her other hand towards the people attacking Leonia and Philine.

Bright green light burst from her hands, swelling in brightness as it unleashed a violent tornado. Knights were thrown to the ground, paladins blown away, flying through the hall. Their heavier compatriots followed quickly after, the winds picking up the knights from the ground and hurling them through the air, limbs flailing wildly. Jim’s balls shrunk away from Despina’s hand in fright.

“How do you like that, hah!”

“Good job, my lady. Please follow me, I will lead us to the gate,” Leonia said, dragging her and Ina by the hand. Philine followed a little bit behind them, slowed down by her jiggling assets that threw off her balance. Last was Jim, a lone shaved scrotum wielding a silver sword.

The former knight-captain led them confidently through the winding corridors of the monastery, up a different flight of stairs. “If I’m not mistaken, this should lead right back to- Aha!” Leonia proudly put her hands on her hips. “There we are, my lady!”

“Good job, Lea! Quick, the key!” Already, they could hear more hurried footsteps approaching them. Ina quickly produced the key, stuck it in the keyhole – [only for a bright light to erupt from it.](https://imgur.com/a/oYhKROz) Lightning struck her arm with a fierce crackle and blew her away. She fell to the ground, her head softly hitting Leonia’s greaves.

“Ina?!” Jim cried and hurried over to her.

“An attack? Where are they!” Leonia protectively stood over the auf, sword drawn. Philine clutched her flail to her chest, worry creasing her face as she inspected the smoke coming from Ina’s arm. Fine, bifurcating wounds marred her skin.

“Ina, are you okay?” Jim asked. “She’s not responding!”

Despina was the only one not hovering around Ina, instead picking up the key with narrowed eyes. She studied tiny runes engraved on the shaft of the key. “I see… There was an enchantment on it. You are probably required to say some sort of code when turning the key.” From the end of the hallway, the prioress appeared, flanked again by some paladins. “Philine, Jim! Carry her!” Despina commanded and pushed open the gate.

“W-what if there are more magic traps?” Philine timidly asked.

“We will deal with them as they come up, now hurry, you chubby oaf!”

They did as they were told, Jim mumbling a quick apology to the auf as he squatted down and felt his balls brush over Ina’s face. Leonia covered them as they heaved the unconscious auf through the gate. “You two!” the prioress railed. “How dare you try to fool me! How dare you abuse my graciousness and amicability!”

Leonia was the last through the gate and Despina slammed it shut behind her, locking it and taking out the key. “Too bad, prioress, or should I say, demon whore? We’re here to shut you down!”

The prioress and bodyguards arrived at the gate. One of the paladins grabbed the gate and pulled on it, trying in vain to get at Despina. “Demon whore?! This is an outrage! You besmirch the sanctum of the Valesian order not just with your presence but with your lies as well!”

The prioress meanwhile just stared at Despina. When she spoke again, her voice was barely a whisper but Despina understood every word. “This will not end well for you, little princess. You do not know what powers you are messing with, what consequences you have just evoked for yourself.”

“I welcome them, prioress! You and your ilk have started a fire and this is merely it coming back to burn all that *you* hold dear for a change. I hope you were ready for it because I guarantee you, it won’t go out until there is nothing left!” With a huff, Despina turned on her heel and walked down the corridor, deeper into the heart of the monastery.

The prioress watched them walk down the dark corridor. As the rest of the paladins and knights arrived, somewhat out of breath, her hand shot out like a snake. Between two fingers, she pinched a testicle of a knight unfortunate enough to be closest to her. Despite only squeezing it with two fingers, it was already starting to deform severely. The gonad bulged out at both ends while the middle was less than a third of an inch.

“Ah-Aaaah! P-prioress, my b-ba-”

“Fetch me the knight-captain and his key,” she said darkly. “Get here within ten minutes, or I will crush your balls with my bare hands.”

“Y-Yes, your grace! I will!” He grabbed her wrist, trying to pull it away from his ball, but her fingers were a vice. “I n-need to… You must let go! Please, I can’t g-go get-” She let his nut slip from her fingers like a rubber band. The knight was almost brought to his knees. Bent over, hands clasped protectively over his groin, he bowed. “T-thank you, your grace,” he said and ran as fast as his contused testicle let him.

###

The hallway suddenly ended in a dark door with a simple, brass door knob. There was no lock on it and nothing indicated what may lie behind it.

“Despina, I wanted to tell you something and-”

“Not now, donkey balls. If it doesn’t concern our immediate survival or how to stop a cult of zealots coopted by demon worshippers, I think it doesn’t exactly have priority, don’t you think?”

Jim fell silent, staring at the door. Finally, he nodded. “What do you think we’re going to find in there?”

“Only one way to find out,” Leonia said from the side, readied her shield and pushed the door open.

The answer was more doors. The room they stood in was hexagonal and entirely bare, except for the doors on each wall. [Unlike the door they had come from, however, these were all painted differently and made in different styles and from different materials.](https://imgur.com/a/wJ15Pv2)

The door behind them shut with a sudden bang. “It must be draughty in here,” Philine said nervously.

“What the twelve hells… what’s going on here?” Despina asked. “Where is the light in here coming from?”

Jim frowned for a second before he realized what the princess meant. Despite months in this new world, he still took light inside a building for granted. But there were no torches, no sconces or windows here that could provide light. The room looked as if artificially lit, but there were no lights hanging from the ceiling or walls. He carefully set Ina down and walked around the room, inspecting the doors. From left to right, they were a dark-blue, a teal, a yellow, a pink and a black door.

Jim inspected the left-most, blue door. There was no handle on it, no keyhole and he couldn’t even tell if it was supposed to open in- or outwards. “How do you even open the- Oh.”

With a slight rumble, the blue door opened by sliding down into the ground. “What did you do?” Despina asked, while Philine craned her neck to see inside.

“Where does it lead?” she asked.

“I’m not sure… but it smells weird. Almost like a…” Jim caught himself in time. In truth, the smell reminded him of zoos. “… like animal pens.” As soon as he finished, a faint, deep roar rolled out from the hallway beyond.

“Maybe we should try a different one. Any suggestions, my lady?” Leonia asked.

“If it’s demon stuff we’re looking for, it has to be behind the black door, right?”

“I don’t know about that,” Jim said and shrugged when Despina glared at him.

“Maybe the second door?” Philine suggested and pointed to the teal door.

“What makes you say that?” Leonia asked. “Is the colour something the order uses to signal something?”

“Uhm, no, I just like it because it looks like the ocean…”

“Oh for goddess’s sake! We’ll be here all night! We’ll just pick one at random. Leonia, if you would.”

“Yes, my lady.” Without another word, the knight drew her leg back and smashed it into Jim’s balls. His eyes near bulged out of their sockets at the completely unexpected kick to the nuts. Then, whimpering, he slid to the ground. “Aaaargh, w-why did you do thaaat?”

“That looks like… yellow?” Despina asked.

“I’m not sure if you’re correct, my lady. Come over here, from here it looks like his sack is pointing more towards the teal door.”

Despina shuffled around Jim and stared at the writhing boy. “Hmm, it’s hard to say with only those two big weaknesses visible, but I think you’re right. Teal it is.”

“Yaay!” Philine cheered. By herself, she scooped the unconscious Ina up in her arms and started waddling towards her door.

“Get up, donkey balls, we can’t lose more time watching you play with your eggs,” Despina said.

With a groan from Jim and a hiss from the door, they walked through the door and into a short hallway that opened quickly to a gigantic, chaotic room. Seemingly at random, bits of dark brick wall were strewn across the room, walls that seemed to stretch impossibly to meet a ceiling that should’ve been too high to feasibly be part of the monastery. Next to them, shelves, desks and benches were placed haphazardly here and there, and on top of them were placed strange doodads and gizmos. A slight teal tinge of the light indicated that the room belonged to the door they had come through, a door that slid back up with a hiss and a click.

“Woah… this room is so big!” Philine gasped.

“What is all this stuff?” Despina asked, frowning at the items placed on shelves or desks. She picked up something that looked like a richly decorated, glowing triangle but with broader sides than the thin sticks that normally made up the instrument. Despina twisted and turned the object, trying to figure it out.

Next to her, Jim gently brushed his finger over a small, fist-sized censer. It glowed pink from some unseen light source and seemed to almost… quiver. A pearl of something wet rolled down its side. Something compelled Jim to close his eyes. Instantly, his vision was filled with scenes of sex. He was on a bed with a bunny beastkin, one of her legs draped over his shoulder. He thrust his cock deep inside of her, turning her purring into lustful moans. Her flooded warmth was scorching on his shaft, begging him to bury himself inside her deeply and fill her-

Jim staggered back from the censer with a gasp. The visions had been incredibly realistic. He could still taste her lips, feel her warmth on his dick. He awkwardly shuffled away, trying to hide the boner he had just popped.

“I don’t understand the purpose of this room,” Leonia said. She bent forward to inspect a large crystal dome that to Jim looked like an antique clock or terrarium. The wooden base of it was covered in glowing symbols, and they continued in thin strips etched into the glass. Inside, Leonia saw a heavy looking hammer on one end. It was opposite a disembodied nutsack, much like Jim’s currently seemed to be, lying on the ground. All of a sudden, the hammer smashed forward with force, slamming into the right testicle and obliterating it completely. Leonia nodded approvingly. It was a precise and hard strike, one that would leave any male opponent instantly incapacitated. To Leonia’s astonishment, the hammer then lifted in the exact same manner it had struck before – [and beneath it, the testicle reinflated.](https://imgur.com/a/Bs2HzSy)

“What the… but it was crushed, there is no doubt about that…” Leonia muttered. Again, the hammer came crashing down, popping the right nut, only to then lift again as if nothing had ever happened.

Around the fifth loop of encased halfstration, Despina cried out in alarm. From the triangle she had played with, a burst of *something* shot forth. It looked like a beam of everything colour was not, a tear in the light that shot across the room with a ringing echo. Jim’s nuts jumped out of the way just in time. Instead of his nuts, the beam of absent colours smashed into a dummy Despina hadn’t noticed before, hitting its groin perfectly centre. A small woollen ballbag dangled there, sagging with some sort of weight to simulate real balls.

A halo of not-iridescence formed around the fake scrotum and, as if it was made from hot wax, the woollen ‘skin’ retreated. Two white crochet ovals dropped to the ground, leaving behind an empty sack, and the glow stopped.

“W-wow…” Despina gasped.

“Hey! Watch it!” Jim yelled, shocked at the close call.

“I’ve never heard of magic that can turn a nutsack inside out…” Despina muttered. [She fingered the triangle in her hands that had lost its previous glow.](https://imgur.com/a/vx4URJm) “That’s so hot…”

Jim’s yelling made Leonia turn towards her charge. “I suggest we leave these items alone for now. We do not know what they affect or how to safely operate them. This is not what we came here for, after all.”

Behind her, Philine had just picked up a small mallet, ready to strike a brass gong. “Ah, uhm… aw…” Disappointed, she let the mallet sink.

“Well, maybe that one is alright,” Leonia said with a sympathetic smile. “It’s only a gong after all.”

Philine’s face brightened instantly and she smacked the mallet against the gong. But instead of a loud crash, they heard – nothing. “Huh? Did I miss?” Philine asked and looked from the mallet to the gong. It was shaking, vibrating exactly how you would expect a struck metal disk to vibrate, but it produced no sound. Instead, Jim started to groan and then cry out.

“Ah… Aaaah!” The disembodied sack that his companions could currently only see started to vibrate much like the gong, shaking almost as if Despina had blasted it with wind. “My baaalls! What did you dooo!”

“Huh? But I only struck the gong, not mister Jim’s milkbag? I don’t understand.”

Despina laughed. “It’s alright, Philine, I think these are just some toys the order is experimenting with. This would be something for the sorceresses to analyse, not us. Anyway, Lea is right. We should keep going. The gate is not going to stop that prioress forever.”

“Yes, as strange as these items are, they aren’t what we’re looking for. Does anyone see a door?” Leonia shouted over Jim’s agonized groans.

“Hard to say… This room is massive, I can’t even see where it ends.”

“Maybe we should go back and pick another door?” Philine asked.

Despina nodded. “You’re probably right. Let’s go, donkey balls.”

With aching nuts, Jim dragged himself back through the teal door, arriving in the hexagonal room after his companions. They were standing there, frozen to the spot. “Hey, let’s get going, before the prioress and her lackeys show up.”

“Too late, Jim,” the cold voice of the prioress replied. “This game of cat and mouse has gone on long enough, don’t you think?” Her piercing eyes glared at him from the depths of her pale face. She was standing in the door leading back to the gate.

Next to her, the dark snarl of sir William drew his attention, but to Jim’s surprise, he wasn’t looking at him – or the lack of visible him – but instead glowered at Leonia. “There you are. Sneaking around my men and attacking them from the shadows, are you? You really don’t have any honour, do you, whore.”

“Your sense of honour is rather self-serving, don’t you think, William?” Leonia replied. “It seems to mostly revolve around me not kicking you in the stones. Sorry, stone. I did crack one of them, after all.”

“YOU FUCKING-”

The prioress put her hand on his chest, holding him back. “Calm yourself, boy.” William glared at the prioress for a second, but she was entirely unimpressed. “She is right. You cannot expect a woman not use her Goddess-given right to pop your nuts. That she even left you one ball is a great mercy.” Before he could argue, the prioress turned to Leonia. “So, you are the one who walked all over his balls. Interesting. It will not happen a second time.”

“Who is going to stop us?” Despina jeered.

“I think you are already well aware of the answer, little virgin princess.” At that, rows of paladins and knights filtered into the room from behind the prioress. “Try not to die too quickly. I am usually not so keen on vengeance, but I am thoroughly displeased by how you have lied to me. Let me at least enjoy the show when we remove that ‘virgin’ moniker before your end, yes?”

“Uhm, I think we better go…” Philine nervously said as more and more knights and paladins filtered into the room. From their right, a particularly tall paladin was approaching them, a spiked mace lifted menacingly. The group slowly retreated from her.

“Grr… Fine!” Despina turned on her heel, and started running into the nearest room. The pink door opened with a hiss and she and her friends ran whatever awaited them inside it.

“There is nowhere left for you to run! Get them!” the prioress commanded.

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*For particularly attentive readers, no, the prioress’s story of how she hunted a minotaur to become a paladin in ch. 54 wasn’t bullshit. She just hunted another so she could display its balls like this to remind her of her youth. She’s vain like that.*

*Phew, slowly getting there. Of course, the image AI chose to block any prompt with testicles in it again this week. Not sure why it accepted them last week but it seems I’m back to these awkward balls.*