Lewd Dungeon Master: This Orc Is Too Damn OP!-Chapter 261: Your Eternal Match

[Late night, deep mountain valley of Taurus territory.]

"Ugh, so annoying!!"

The Saintess pulled at her hair and looked up at the sky. Unlike the forest’s darkness, it was a time when sunlight itself was slowly disappearing.

"Where did everyone go?!"

The Saintess scanned her surroundings, but no one was there. At first glance, it looked like the Saintess had gotten lost and become separated, but in fact, everyone except the Saintess was trapped in a barrier and couldn’t get out.

"It should be around here...."

The Saintess diligently erased traces of various magic circles on the ground.

"Ugh, where is everyone...?"

The forest barrier that disrupted perception became more like a maze the deeper one went, and only the Saintess could find the right path and escape.

’What if monsters appear?!’

Caw, caw.

The surrounding atmosphere was eerie, as if monsters would pop out any moment. The Saintess became anxious, worried she might become a departed soul before finding anyone.

"The Holy Knights Commander leaving the Saintess behind...."

If counting just numbers, ordinary priests would be important, but in humanity’s war with the Demon King’s army, there was no position as important as the Saintess.

"Should I pray?"

The Saintess’s expression twisted briefly. She wondered whether to pray to the Goddess or not, but hearing the Goddess’s oracle would only upset her.

"Right. Better to find them myself than hear weird things again."

The Saintess untied her silver hair ribbon and hung it on a tree branch. She even sprinkled faint divine power on the ground, hoping the Knights Commander would follow her trail later.

"It was definitely around here."

The Saintess lifted the compass whose mana had run out. Though powerless and now just junk, it pointed very faintly to where the ’Elf Queen’ was.

"The opposite direction again."

The compass pointed toward Virgo Barony. Following the river downstream would reach the barony, but the place where the reaction disappeared was definitely here.

’Plus there’s even a dungeon.’

The Saintess raised her staff. The gloomy energy and beast smell was unmistakably the most annoying dungeon energy for the Saintess.

"What’s the Elf Queen doing coming to a dungeon like this?"

She’d come all the way to Taurus territory following the Elf Queen’s reaction, but unfortunately, the Elf Queen’s reaction had disappeared again.

Reaction disappeared. And a dungeon.

"Did she go underground in the dungeon.... So the reaction doesn’t show.... Ugh, not even one person to talk to. What am I doing alone?"

The Saintess scratched her head and walked along the path. The Saintess’s chattering monologue like a sparrow spread in all directions.

But no one attacked the Saintess. Rather, the energy of death only became stronger as she walked, so the Saintess finally shut her mouth tight.

Someone was here first.

The Saintess soon arrived at the dungeon entrance and was breathless at the corpses scattered around.

’Goodness.’

All sorts of monsters—goblins, trolls, orcs—had been massacred. Most seemed to have had their heads fly off in one strike, and the traces were too clean human swordsmanship to be monster work.

’Elves using human swordsmanship? This is....’

"Aries swordsmanship?"

Why is the swordsmanship of a family on the opposite side of the continent here? The Saintess recalled the Aries family tree from memory.

’There aren’t even any illegitimate children?’

The Aries direct line consisted only of the Margrave and the missing—probably dead—Count’s daughter. Even if there were branch families, they’d be under the Margrave, not in a place like this.

’Did someone secretly learn it?’

The family’s swordsmanship that extremely avoided leaking outside the family appeared before her eyes. The Saintess gulped and entered the dungeon entrance.

’Goodness.’

The dungeon had clear traces as if a dragon had appeared and breathed fire. The ground was dug up everywhere, and the dungeon’s main monsters were all left with only bare bones.

"This is...divine power?"

The Saintess’s head became increasingly complicated. An Aries knight using divine power. As far as the Saintess knew, there was only one.

’The Margrave should be in the capital now?’

Royal capital Georgia.

The one who deliberately called the Margrave, who’d been stationed at the county, to the capital was none other than the Saintess.

’His Majesty the King should be persuading him to wield the holy sword on the frontlines, so why is he here?’

He himself said he wanted to go to Virgo Barony for some reason, but the King would definitely send the Margrave to the frontlines. Since the Demon King’s army had become considerably weaker recently, now was humanity’s chance to push the front forward.

’If not the Margrave...?’

"Gulp."

The Saintess’s lips were parched. As she proceeded forward, only the bones of magical beasts killed by divine power bombardment remained. Even those with traces of body parts being penetrated everywhere.

’Are the outside and inside different people?’

The combat styles were completely different. Both were strong, but if the outside being was clean and refined, the inside being was tyrannical and messy.

"What on earth—"

Halt.

The Saintess instinctively stopped walking. And pulled her robe down to her underwear.

"This is crazy!"

The stigmata carved on her chest began reacting. The Saintess couldn’t even think about needing to do this with her companions behind and ran through the dungeon.

"Finally!"

As she ran deeper into the dungeon, her stigmata began shining.

"Another holy sword user—"

Thud!

"Ugh!"

The Saintess collided head-on with something blocking her path. She would have broken her nose if not for the divine power covering her body, and the Saintess touched her nose with a tearful face.

"It hurts...."

"Are you alright?"

A deep male voice. But not the Margrave’s voice. The Saintess gulped and glanced at the sword in the man’s hand.

’Twin swords?’

In one hand was a chipped sword, and in the other hand was a longsword emitting a faint light. The Saintess realized the opponent was the ’holy sword user’ who swept away the monsters at the dungeon entrance.

"Ahem, I’m fine. Nice to meet—"

"I’m glad you’re not hurt."

"Hic."

The Saintess froze. Inside the half-broken helmet was shadowed and hard to see, but thanks to divine power, at least the silhouette was visible.

"I don’t know what business brought you here, but there’s nothing left here."

"N-no. Why do you have this...?"

The Saintess fell into anomie. The man’s face illuminated by the silver light containing divine power had dark green skin. The man—the orc—chuckled at the Saintess’s panic and lifted the holy sword.

"This? It came out after I caught that thing."

The orc man pointed behind with the holy sword and stepped aside. The Saintess was shocked to see the giant statue placed in the center of the cavity.

"A Guardian?!"

"Is it called a Guardian? I didn’t know. As soon as I entered, it attacked saying it would ’test’ me, so I fought back. ...Is this your property? I couldn’t control my strength properly and ended up breaking it. I’m sorry."

The orc bowed and apologized to the Saintess. The Saintess panicked and habitually prayed.

"O Goddess...."

The Elf Queen who should be here wasn’t, and the owner of the holy sword whose location was unclear appeared, and that owner was a gentleman orc with manners rivaling any decent knight. The Saintess was dumbfounded at the orc fumbling like a naive youth.

"I, I’m truly sorry. A golem like that would have several highest grade magic stones in it...it kept attacking so I ended up. I didn’t do it on purpose. I wanted to leave, but it set up some strange barrier saying ’neither can leave until one falls’—"

"The holy sword’s ritual. Hahaha."

The Saintess immediately understood what the orc was saying. And momentarily, her legs wobbled.

"Ah—"

Thump.

The orc threw down the holy sword, knelt on one knee, and caught the Saintess. The Saintess was surprised to receive help but turned pale at the outrage the orc committed.

"You, whoever you are, throwing the holy sword on the ground—"

"Are you alright? You don’t look well. You should rest."

"Because of who...Sigh."

The Saintess sighed. And looked up carefully at the orc looking down at her.

No matter how you look, an orc.

Muscles so taut they might burst, but an orc.

The sweat smell flowing under the armor was far from sour, rather emitting a strong masculine scent, but an orc.

The face had thick eyebrows and clear features, handsome enough to make even the Saintess’s heart flutter if human, but an orc.

...Contextually a ’hero’ who received the holy sword’s recognition, went through the holy sword’s trial, overwhelmingly defeated the Guardian and claimed the holy sword, but an orc.

And an orc, a ’monster,’ who could have rightfully cut her throat upon meeting, having hostility toward humanity.

’Why on earth?’

Thump, thump.

The Saintess was full of confusion at the too-sudden encounter. The orc only looked at her with sincere concern. She almost relaxed from the tension.

"...Let’s talk first. Ahem. I’m the Saintess of the Goddess Church."

The Saintess placed her hand on her chest and bowed her head. While being held by the orc, she revealed her identity without reservation, and the orc nodded heavily and stood the Saintess up.

"Pleased to meet you. My name is T...no, I shouldn’t use that name for now. Until I meet my bro...him. I’m sorry. Use this name instead."

’The name starts with ’T’ and he has a ’brother.’’

The Saintess picked up all the words this naive orc let slip and stored them in her head. The orc smiled brightly with an awkward face.

"I’m called [Taurus]."

Taurus.

Though also the name of the territory the Saintess rushed to, originally that territory’s name itself came from one ’sacred object.’

"...Holy Sword Taurus."

The name of the longsword rolling before the Saintess’s eyes. The name of the holy sword thrown on the ground like trash, covered in dust, just to save her from falling.

"...Should we talk for a bit?"

The Saintess needed time to cool her face. Time to cool her body that was heating up for some unknown reason, not her head.

"Good. But this place isn’t suitable. The smell of blood and beasts is too strong."

The orc, Taurus, picked up both swords and put them in the X-crossed scabbard on his back.

"Let’s talk outside with the cool air. The night air is cold, but...we can light a campfire."

"...Wait a moment."

The Saintess grabbed the wrist of the orc trying to go outside. The orc’s arm was so thick one hand couldn’t grasp it. The orc obediently let the Saintess grab him.

"Let’s talk here, here."

"...This place is a bit dirty."

"It’s fine. I don’t mind at all. First, let’s sit somewhere...."

The Saintess pulled the orc’s arm and entered deeper into the dungeon. The orc moved according to the Saintess’s steps without any resistance.

"What are you looking for?"

"The heart. The dungeon boss’s room that’s usually in dungeons. We can sit and talk there."

"...If you mean that place, it’s over there, but it’s a bit awkward."

The orc stood in place and pointed to the door opposite. The Saintess was at a loss at the orc’s quite troubled expression.

"What’s awkward about it?"

"...I was earnestly told not to enter a small room alone with a beautiful woman. So...Me Too? Um, I don’t remember well...."

"...."

The Saintess quietly released the orc’s hand. And became dumbfounded.

"Excuse me."

"What is it?"

"By any chance...."

The Saintess watched her surroundings and carefully asked the orc.

"...Are you perhaps a human cursed to become an orc? Maybe that curse can be broken with a kiss or something...ahem."

The Saintess unnecessarily licked her lips and hung her head. And her ears turned bright red. The orc smiled refreshingly and shook his head.

"No. I’ve been an orc since birth."

"...Wait a moment."

The Saintess with a hardened expression approached the wall and banged her head against it. Earlier she needed time to cool her heated body, but now she needed time to console her spirit fallen into self-loathing.

"I, to an orc...."

The Saintess wanted to erase this moment from her life. Something peeked out from the stigmata on her chest, but the Saintess pressed it down with her hand and sighed deeply.

"...Damn it."

The Saintess even spat vulgar words in her suffering. And couldn’t bring herself to say the rest.

’The husband candidate given by oracle is an orc...!’

[The one who becomes the owner of Holy Sword Taurus is your eternal match. If you lose that match, you’ll live as a spinster your whole life. Stay by their side and be together forever.]

The Saintess chewed over the oracle given to her and ground her teeth.

"O Goddess---------!!"

The Saintess’s prayer only echoed hollowly.

[By the way, Taurus’s owner has the best sexual compatibility with you, so if you sleep together, you could easily have 12 children....]

"Aaaaaah!!"

"Are you alright?!"

[The holy sword he possesses is a whopping 22cm long, and when thrust all the way in, the length and thickness will fit perfectly to your depths, so your virginity....]

"Aaaaaaaaaah!!"

The Saintess began mercilessly pounding the wall. And soon after.

Rumble rumble rumble.

"Ah."

"Hm?"

The dungeon passage, already full of holes everywhere, began collapsing from the ceiling.