Death March to the Parallel World Rhapsody

※Corrected typos on 2016/4/18.

※Partially revised on 2016/4/18.

This is Satou. I think a country with good public security is something to be proud of. But that doesn’t mean walking around the nightlife district half naked is okay—it’s really erotically cute—no, as a sensible adult, I feel the need to issue a warning.

Even if, deep down, I’m thinking, “Good, keep it up.”

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“Found the enemies~?”

“Master! There are bad guys here!”

From the excellent counterintelligence tactical communication, I heard Tama and Pochi’s voices.

After entering the Makiwa Kingdom, we spotted a crowd of refugees fleeing westward and slave-hunting mercenaries chasing them.

Both the fleeing and the chasing parties were from the human tribe.

“I’ll go help that group. Everyone else, try to stop the decisive battle in front of the Royal Capital if you can.”

“Okay! With the evil dragon family here, it’ll be a breeze.”

As Arisa said, considering the intimidation effect for this battle, we had summoned the evil dragon family from the lower labyrinth levels.

The evil dragon father seemed reluctant at first to carry anyone other than me, but sensing the presence of the black dragon we played with the previous day, he surprisingly obediently took on the role of the mount.

We didn’t bring the black dragon Heilong along because he got too excited and almost went out of control.

“Ryuryu’s with us too!”

—LYURUYRUYUUU.

Ryuryu, a white low-rank dragon carrying Pochi, emitted a distinctive cry.

Since this is a top-secret operation, he was equipped with the golden armor disguised version.

The defense is equivalent to the initial golden armor, but it looks like a lizardman or various beastmen. This isn’t magic; it’s created using special makeup techniques similar to Satou dolls.

Liza and Mia are disguised as rabbit beastmen, Pochi and Tama as lizardmen, Nana and Lulu as birdmen, and Arisa as a catperson.

Unfortunately, Hikaru is supervising the settlement, and Ms. Zena and others are on standby at the airship and the Isolated Island Palace.

This kind of disguise serves not only to conceal our identities but also to dispel the Makiwa Kingdom’s prejudice against demi-humans.

Setting that aside, it’s time to help those being chased.

Waving to Arisa and the others heading for the Royal Capital, I summoned the new pseudo-spirit “Griffon Riders” and dove to the ground.

With a small group, some might guess our true identities.

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“Yahaha! Run, run, you trash!”

“Scary~! If that big guy catches you, you’ll be turned into slaves~!”

The mercenaries chasing the screaming refugees smiled sadistically and deliberately kept just out of reach.

“Boss, over there!”

“Idiot, call me captain!”

Urged by his comrades, the mercenary captain looked up and his face twisted with fear.

He seemed to realize they had become the hunted.

“All units, permission to ravage granted!”

—PYWEEEE!

Since the hollow knight on my back has no communication function, the Griffons responded to my orders.

More than 100 “Griffon Riders” drove the mercenaries into a frenzy.

Of course, killing is off the table.

The Griffons’ claws and beaks are enchanted with soft stun and paralysis spells designed for crowd control, and the hollow knights riding them wield lances with the above two spells plus an additional “Pain Force” effect.

This “Pain Force” is a mental magic that inflicts pain without physical injury.

It’s an original punishment spell, refined from the torture and interrogation spell “Pain,” with a limiter set to keep the pain at the level of “tooth extraction without anesthesia” to prevent accidental death from extreme pain.

It might actually be even better suited for torture than before, but since I’m not offering it elsewhere, that’s fine.

From the mercenaries being ravaged by the Griffon Riders, panicked cries mixed with pain echo up.

I’ll leave their capture to the pseudo-spirits—they have very capable autonomous AI.

“Slave hunters have been dealt with! It’s safe to stop running! Repeating—”