Готовый перевод История Королевы Эльфов / The story of the Elf Queen: 39. Охота агентов королевы эльфов

The hunt of the Elf Queen's agents
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An elderly man with short gray hair and a neat beard sat at a wide desk in a well-lit office with a mosaic ceiling. Unlike the vast majority of the other inhabitants of the Theocracy and even more so the hierarchs of the Church of the Sun, he was dressed in discreet dark robes. No immaculate white or gold colors. His subordinates wore the same. Because they often had to operate in the shadows, just like their enemies. And we all know the brighter the light, the darker the shadows. In Iyastar, the light was especially bright, and the man sitting at the table knew that as well as anyone. He was leaning over a map of the capital city and its environs, looking thoughtfully at the marks he had made on it, even though the evening bell had been ringing for hours. But the old man was in no hurry to go to rest.

Too much was at stake now and depended on the success of his men. That was why he had no sleep in his eyes. After the capture of the infernal creature who had seduced nearly a dozen followers of the Sun, he and his subordinates had worked out all its connections thoroughly and as completely as possible. And both obvious and secret. It was possible to identify five people not defiled, but only charmed, and in a relatively gentle way. Demonic spawn was experienced and did not leave so obvious traces, trying hard to hide their effects. Now it is obvious that all entangled with the infernal creeper could not be calculated, although checked very many and very carefully. Where are you hiding?

The most obvious place was the Foreigner Sector, the only place in the city where neither he nor any other Sun-face hierarchs had full authority. And for that very reason, it was being scrutinized particularly carefully, most notably the pair of brothels located there. But neither the recruited informants nor the hired agents had revealed any trace of the demoness. It would have been better to check all the inhabitants, but alas, there was no such opportunity. They had to rely on the conscience of the non-believers, who were given detailed information about the guise of the infernal creature. Those, at first glance, assessed the seriousness of the threat and conducted a thorough check. But how thorough was it really thorough? And could not the demoness defame just the one who was supposed to conduct a check? Of course, it should be cross-checked, but who knows these foreigners ...

Archilictor Mayer pressed his lips together and placed another question mark next to the Foreigner sector. Then he turned his gaze to the stylized letter “L”, painted a little away from Iyastar in the middle of the fields. He was well aware of Lortan's hidden sanctuary in the capital, and it was a headache in itself. The deceitful Patron of Thieves and Spies did not extend his favor to those who served the cause of the Eternal Sun. One of the Archilictor's predecessors, who had been too zealous for his cause, and not flexible enough in his thinking, was to thank for that. It is clear that the principles of the majority of Lortan's followers are extremely far from the ideals and dogmas of the followers of the Sun-Face. But why was it necessary to destroy that sanctuary-shelter in the Old City? A lot of effort was spent on its discovery and liquidation, but what was the result? In the place of one, another soon appeared. Only now, the Eternal Liar wants nothing to do with the followers of the Sun. And neither the agents of the Inquisitorium, nor the children of the Reverend Mother can use the possibilities of the Lortan sanctuaries. But non-believers can, and that's a constant headache.

Could a demoness hide her puppets in a place like this? In theory, yes. In reality, it was highly unlikely and very difficult to perform. Even the Eternal Liar would not tolerate in his fiefdom someone who messed with Inferno. And to hide from him traces of the influence of the demoness on the soul of the guest in the sanctuary is very difficult. A fee is required to stay there. And that fee reveals your soul to Lortan. And the longer you hide in his sanctuary, the greater the fee, and accordingly, the more you open yourself to the Eternal Liar. But still... But still... But still... With his lips pressed together, the Archilictor placed another question mark next to the stylized “L”. Then Mayer shifted his attention to the Old City, next to which the same stylized letter “U” was drawn.

The Underworld would be the perfect place to hide. The sun never shines there, Great or Lesser. But the invisible boundary that separates the Surface from the Underworld would be another barrier between the puppet and her mistress. Besides, a surface woman, unaccustomed to life underground, would be spotted quickly enough by the ratfolks and reported to his subordinates. The ratfolks, as disgusting as they were, were extremely useful and efficient in such matters, fully paying off the cost of informants and informers. Plus, all the nearest entrances to the Underworld were closely monitored. At least, the Archilictor was making a serious effort to ensure this was indeed the case. For every new passageway discovered, the same ratfolks were rewarded with a hefty reward. In addition, the paladins of the Bright Order had a permanent detachment that was constantly scouting and patrolling the areas roughly under Iyastar. And yet... And yet... And yet....

Sighing tiredly, the Archilictor placed a question mark next to the stylized “P”. Then he turned his attention to the villages and worker settlements surrounding Iyastar. Very unlikely. On the other hand, if there was a fool who had contracted with it voluntarily, without coercion or seduction... Then the traces would be minimal, and there would be a chance to miss them in the general chorus of prayers... But why would it want a simple villager or worker? The creature chose its victims from among the prominent servants of the Eternal Sun, ordinary citizens did not interest it. But maybe that's what it was counting on. The cunning of demons has long been legendary. It was unlikely. The creature would have realized that any of its puppets would be quickly identified by a targeted inspection. And they can't hide in the village - order and control are the basics of the Eternal Sun! Every inhabitant is accounted for and will be checked sooner or later. So... So... Ahh...

Sighing tiredly again, Mayer placed a few question marks at the villages marked on the maps. They'd have to be checked anyway. He had no margin for error. Where else could he find a hundred or two trained men? Having finished marking the villages, the Archilictor turned his gaze back to Iyastar. Or rather, its port area. Despite the strained relations with the foreigners, trade with them was brisk. Everyone always wanted to eat, and the great gift of the Sun, the Lesser Sun, guaranteed a good harvest three times a year. And so the Lendra trade never completely stopped. There were always plenty of foreign ships in the harbor. As well as Theocracy ships. And there were even more small and medium-sized fishing boats. But all those who come ashore are met and checked, the coast guards are strict about it. And among the guards, there are always at least two priests who have passed the Second Initiation, with each of them at least one assistant. As a rule, they are novices preparing to undergo the First Initiation. It's very unlikely to completely hide any traces of influence. But still... Still... Still... Hmm... Hmm... Hmm...

Frowning Archilictor felt a thought scrabbling in the back of his mind. Some vague idea. Well... At that moment, the assistant sitting next to him, who was already noticeably pecking her nose, yawned loudly, leaned back, and stretched, stretching her arms above her head. Her not-insignificant breasts jutted forward and stretched the fabric of her dark uniform jacket. In one elusive and practiced movement, the Archilictor reached out with his right hand without taking his eyes off the map. With two fingers he grasped the girl's nipple, barely visible through the fabric, and twisted it sharply. The assistant squeaked, twitched, and tried to slap Meyer's arm, but he was already sitting there as if nothing had happened. He had a faint smile on his face, though. With her lips pressed together, the assistant folded her arms across her chest, covering her, and looked at the Archilictor unhappily:

"Mr. Mayer, this is not funny at all!"

The head of the Inquisitorium only grinned into his beard and grumbled:

"You so cruel, Moli. You want to deprive a poor old man of one of his few little joys..."

In response, the blushing assistant flashed her eyes and grumbled, but in a slightly less angry voice:

"You have had plenty of such joys, and not at all small ones! And now is not the place or time for them."

++исправить вездеArchilector raised an eyebrow questioningly, reached out placed his palm on the girl's buttocks, and began to stroke them tenderly. He accompanied his actions with a question, asked in an extremely serious tone:

"And where else can I enjoy these pleasant little things if not here? In my chambers, which are constantly under reliable protection and close attention? So they whisper about me, like about some of the Bright Brothers?"

The assistant, stroked below the back, fidgeted, but did not try to stop the boss. Instead, she only sighed tiredly:

"Archilictor, you are incorrigible!"

"I'll take that as a compliment, Moli. The years go by, and I'm still going strong..."

"And still love young female novices....."

Mayer, who had managed to get his hand under his assistant's robe, smoothly moved from her buttocks to her thigh. Smiling, he asked with interest:

"Would you prefer that I take an interest in the young male novices, like the Reverend Mother? Can you imagine me in the arms of young Falnar?"

"What are you saying, Mr. Mayer?!"

"Do you think I didn't notice the way you were looking at him? Be careful, Molli. Aurora is very jealous when it comes to her young assistants..."

"I didn't look at him..."

"Well, of course, it just seemed that way to me. You imagined yourself in the place of the Reverend Mother, sitting on the face of the helpless Falnar..."

"Archilictor! If I were to imagine someone like that, it certainly wouldn't be Brother Falnar..."

"Oh, and who could it be?"

"I don’t even know... Someone more experienced... More skilled..."

In parallel with the conversation, Mayer was skillfully unbuttoning and unlacing his assistant's garments. When their bottoms fell to the floor, revealing long, slender legs, Moli rose to her feet and leaned defiantly on the table, exposing her naked buttocks. Standing behind her, the Archilictor clasped them with both hands and spread them apart, giving himself a view of his assistant's pussy. Unbuckling the belt on his uniform pants, he gently ran the head of his penis over it. She was already wet, but she pretended to be uninterested. He leaned forward and whispered into her ear:

"You love to play hard to get so much....."

In response, Moli naturally purred and wiggled her butt:

"Well, I have to maintain the appearance of a decent girl. You know what they whisper about women's monasteries and the girls there..."

Reaching forward with his left hand, Mayer unbuttoned the collar of her robe, causing the assistant's rather large breasts to fall out. Running his palm over them, the Archilictor grabbed Moli by the left nipple and squeezed it lightly:

"I know very well, my dear. And I will say even more - in my long life I have more than once had the pleasure of verifying the truth of some of these rumors."

With these words, he smoothly entered his assistant. Leaning back, the Archilictor began to move his hips leisurely, gradually increasing the pace and holding Moli by the waist. Good girl. Nice, especially in all the right places. And most importantly, very smart and efficient. Mayer didn't take just anyone to be his assistant, because the head of the Inquisitorium was too responsible. Therefore, the requirements for applicants were quite strict. Just being a good figure and willingness to help the honorable Archilictor to rest from his righteous labors was not enough. Moli fulfilled the main requirements, and her good figure and willingness to help in her case were rather a pleasant addition.

Sensing the approaching release, Mayer suddenly accelerated and after a few moments ejaculated inside his moaning assistant. Having caught his breath, the Archilictor gave Moli one last slap on her flushed buttocks and began to tidy himself up. Adjusting his clothes, he said:

"Get yourself in order, Moli, and you can go and rest, that's all for today. And I'll work a little more."

"Thank you, si…"

She didn't have time to finish, because there was a knock on the office door. Mayer froze for a moment, quickly assessed the assistant's appearance, and quietly whispered:

"Hide your boobs and sit at the table, quickly! Pretend to read reports!"

A few seconds later, the Archilictor, who was sitting sedately at the table, said in a calm voice:

"Come in."

The office door opened silently and a young girl with short white hair walked in. It was very rare even among northerners, usually indicating a drop of elven blood. Approaching the desk, she froze, clicked the heels of her high boots, stood at attention, and reported:

Mister Archlictor. Sister Moli.

The head of the Inquisitorium nodded briefly. His assistant looked up from her scroll for a moment and was sitting naked to the waist, greeted her in a tired voice:

"Sister Nagata."

"Forgive me for this late arrival, Archilictor, but word has just arrived from the Fourth Search Squad. They report that they have located a potential target."

Instantly composing himself, Mayer pulled the map towards himself and asked sharply:

"Where exactly?"

Here. The village of Sunset is half a day's walk from Iyastar.

"So that's how it is... Who came under suspicion?"

"Liana, Helm's daughter, from the settlement of Cloudless. A gifted girl who was trained as a Sister Healer at the Western Convent. According to the reviews of her mentors, the abbot-curator, and the inhabitants of the villages, she is very talented and skilled in her craft."

"Grounds for suspicion?"

"Gifted healers are in short supply, and Liana constantly wanders from village to village with a couple of novice companions. She also devotes herself to her work, which is commendable. But our agents noticed that because of this she rarely attends communal prayers. And she missed even those she could attend, saying she was exhausted after work. On the one hand, this is true, everyone recognizes that she gives herself completely to her work. But on the other hand, under the current circumstances, we have to process any version."

"Khm..."

With his arms folded in front of him in "Gendo gesture", Meyer looked at the girl standing before him with an attentive gaze. The dark uniform of the inquisitor-exorcist fit her perfectly, emphasizing her slender figure. Oh, what a beauty she had grown up to be. And when she was a girl she looked more like a boy, skinny, with short hair, and always scratched knees. But as the years passed, the girl grew up, rounded where necessary, and marvelously as beautiful. But she remained as perky, brave, and determined as in her childhood. And for years of diligent study and training, she became a deadly and skillful predator. The literal embodiment of the Inquisitorium's ideals. Where were you, my dear, when he was at least fifty years younger and still working in the fields? Of course, the Archilictor said nothing of the sort. His subordinate, who interpreted his silence in her own way, spoke quickly, trying to justify her point of view:

"I understand we don’t have direct evidence, but it’s better…"

With a wave of his hand, the Archilictor stopped his subordinate:

"A good inquisitor, Sister Nagata, must trust his gut. Often in our work, all we have to rely on is our gut and circumstantial evidence. For our enemies are cunning and devious. Go ahead, Sister Nagata. But be careful and precise. If it's really a demon puppet, she's very dangerous. Especially if we're dealing with a full-fledged contract. But if our fears are false, we wouldn't want to offend a talented healer fully committed to her work. Move in immediately."

The girl subtly bowed her head:

"Of course, Mr. Archilictor. We won't let you down!"

With a click of her heels, the girl turned and left the office. Mayer gave her an attentive look. Why did they meet now? And not when he was a young handsome man who had just finished his training and started his first investigations and hunts? The assistant sitting next to the Archilictor followed his gaze and frowned unhappily. When the door closed behind Nagata, she grumbled:

"Mr. Mayer, at least have a little conscience, ogling Sister Nagata so blatantly!"

A faint smile touched Mayer's lips and he asked with a hint of amusement in his voice:

"Are you jealous of me towards her?"

He accompanied his question with an imperious squeeze of the assistant's naked bottom, who had been sitting there naked to the waist the entire time. Fortunately, the table hid her nakedness from the guest. Otherwise, things could have gone badly.

"Mr. Mayer, please, enough already!"

"Eh... Okay, go."

"Thank you."

When she got to her feet, Moli dressed quickly, tidied herself up, and left the Archilictor's office, swaying her hips seductively. As soon as she reached the door, she switched to a perfectly normal stride. Oh, wretch. If he were at least thirty years younger... Sighing sadly, Meyer turned back to his map, where the question marks were. Where was he? Oh, the harbor. And the ships. Hmm... Unlikely. The non-believers don't stay long, their ships come and go. And a puppet of an infernal creature would have been sitting around Iyastar the whole time. All large ships of the Theocracy carry at least one priest who has undergone the Second Initiation. Small boats can be disregarded, fishermen return home every day, and there is little chance for a defiled one to get lost among them. Hmm... Hmm... No, not likely. It's more likely that the creature would be hiding his puppet in the Foreigner sector, where there are two official brothels and two underground ones that everyone thinks he doesn't know about....

Pierced by a sudden realization, the Archilictor froze in place. The thought, the idea that had flashed through his mind earlier, clawed at his consciousness again. Well... ships... brothels... it was understandable that sailors often went there first. Or do they? Or... Exhaling, Meyer pulled the map to his side and stared intently at the coastal area of Iyastar. The Sun-Face disapproved of brothels, something the Archilictor agreed with, despite his love of female beauty. So there were no port brothels in Sun City, as there were in the Confederation or the Caliphate. And the two that were in the Foreigner sector were not affordable for any sailor. One was for a medium purse, the other for a very decent purse. The clandestine ones were also more for the average purse, and they didn't let in the outsiders either, only proven people.

In addition, Iyastar had a strict order, as everyone knew. The punishments for drunken riots and brawls were severe, and even for a stabbing, one could easily be sent to forced labor, to atone for the guilt by working for the Eternal Sun. Ship captains were well aware of this, and tried to keep their subordinates off the shore. This led to the fact that brothel workers were often brought directly to the ship. Sometimes they were hired for the whole time of the ship's stay off the coast of Iyastar, and they lived right there on the ship. And when one ship was leaving, they could always go to another ship, so they would not have to come ashore at all. You sly, horny bitch...

Grabbing the communication amulet from the table, the Archilictor clenched it in his fist, sending a mental call. The summoned subordinate responded almost immediately:

//“I hear you, Mr. Archilictor.”

//“Brother Loyd, gather your men. When you are ready, find out from Sister Marguerite, who oversees the brothels in the Foreigner's Quarter, which hookers have been ashore for a long time, traveling from ship to ship. As soon as you find this out, go with your men on board the said ships and inspect them. Act with extreme caution, it is very possible that one of them is a puppet of the demoness”

//“Copy that, Mr. Archilictor.”

Mayer leaned back in his chair, breathing heavily. The fatigue was gone, replaced by the excitement of the hunt, just as it had been in his younger days. His gut told him that he'd picked up the trail of the puppet from which the demoness had learned about the kidnapping of the elven diplomat. This meant that very soon this thing would be caught and destroyed. Which is a good thing. Because it is necessary to uproot this contagion before the conclusion of a possible deal with its mistress. Because then the tainted one will have no restraint and will flee. To pave her mistress's path back into our world. And that cannot be allowed to happen. And he will not allow it.

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The small, windowless room was in semi-darkness. It was lit only by a couple of small magical lamps. Two men sat at a small and rough table. One was dressed in the gray armor of the Secret Guard of the Forest, the other in the dark robes of the Hunter of the Underworld. Another elf, or rather, an elven woman in gray armor, stood at the door, watching the next room. A little more spacious, but also immersed in semi-darkness. The only thing that was clearly visible was a large stone bowl in the very center, over which a cloaked figure stood. And in which lay a multitude of coins, jewelry, pearls, and gems. The room occupied by the elves was completely silent. From the outside, it might have seemed that those sitting at the table were either asleep or numbed by some kind of magic. But in fact, both Luaval and his assistant, allocated by Twilight, were busy scrutinizing Iyastar and its surroundings.

They were aided by a few wind spirits that circled the city, invisible and almost undetectable because they were not as powerful as other wind spirits that could hurricane or throw lightning. But they were able to communicate very well with the inhabitants of the material world, even better able to hide, and also allowed you to see the world from a bird's eye view. And, importantly, they could see the world as its inhabitants saw it, not as the spirits saw it. Although, if they wished, they could grant the beholder the analog of magical vision, albeit not too accurate. But the elves were not interested in that. All their attention was on one of the buildings in the First Ring surrounding the First Temple. The headquarters of the Inquisitorium.

Of course, an experienced and skillful shaman could easily make the wind spirits follow and search for the people or animals he needed. But neither Luaval nor his assistant were masters of communication with the inhabitants of the immaterial plane. The wind spirits, through whose eyes they had been looking at the city all day, had been given to them by a steppe shaman whose daughter the dark elf had rescued from the hands of the Islanders. Looking at Iyastar from a bird's-eye view, Luaval couldn't help but recognize that the trouble with the slanted girl had paid off. It was much more convenient to keep watch than to sit on a tower and look over the city through special eyepieces. It would be nice to have such assistants on a permanent basis, but alas and alack, there were very few among the firstborn who practiced communication with non-material entities like spirits. It was too risky compared to classical spells and charms.

Luaval's distant musings on the usefulness of aerial reconnaissance by wind spirits were interrupted by movement at one of the gates leading to the headquarters of the Inquisitorium. By an effort of will, the dark elf focused on a group of people in the inconspicuous clothes of the Theocracy's citizens. The wind spirits saw as well as steppe eagles, and it was easy to see people's faces even from a bird's-eye view. For a moment I could see the face of a young woman with white hair, but even that moment was enough to recognize one of Mayer's chain hounds. Uh-huh.

//"Attention! A group of exorcists at the Third Gate of the Inquisitorium. Mounting horses. Leading them is Nagata."

//"I see. Are we moving?"

//"Yes. As soon as we understand their direction and purpose."

//"They're heading along the beam to the northwest gate. From there, the road leads to several villages and a couple of worker settlements."

//"Nearest exits?"

//"Let me clarify. There is one in the north, in this village, the largest one. There are several more in the west."

//"Get ready to go. I'll try to get closer and listen in the meantime."

//Copy that.

Luaval made a mental effort to direct one of the spirits hovering over the city to the small group of riders that had just left the city gates and was heading west. How convenient, after all. Wind can hear a lot of things, and these particular spirits had very good hearing. And, more importantly, an understanding of the concept of spoken language and individual words. So it wasn't even necessary to get close to the galloping inquisitors. Now, uh...

"…we’ll get to Sunset in a couple of hours."

"Okay, once we get there, we'll act with extreme caution. I've explained the story to you, you know the roles."

"As you say, Sister Nagata..."

Luaval did not listen any further, once again concentrating on his assistant:

//"They're heading to Sunset. Where is it?"

//"Now. It's quite a large village, half a day's walk from Iyastar to the west. There is a convenient exit near it, only an hour's walk."

//"I see. Let's move out."

When they opened their eyes, the elves sitting at the table simultaneously took off their feather headdresses and beads of small bones, claws of birds of prey, and the same feathers. Having carefully put them in a special bag, they quickly collected the equipment prepared in advance and left their room. Lortan's sanctum sanctorum had another very pleasant and useful feature. If you went in one place, you could come out in another. For a fee, of course. This was a pleasure for the representatives of the various Night Guilds, as well as for the representatives of various special services.

Activating their cloaking amulets, the three elves carefully opened the door leading outside. When they were sure there was no danger, they went out through a side door in one of the annexes of the small village sanctuary. As soon as they closed the door behind them, it vanished, as if it had never been there. Without anyone noticing, the elves went on their way.

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"We are sorry, sister, but Liana left the village immediately after the morning bell. Together with her assistants, she went to the grove. She said she wanted to collect fresh healing herbs."

An elderly and somewhat plump woman, dressed in the robes of a novice, spread her arms in front of the unexpected guests from the capital.

"Is that so. She didn't say when she was coming back?" Nagata, dressed in a similar light-colored robe, asked.

The elderly woman thought for a moment and replied:

"Most likely by lunchtime. Do you have urgent business with her, Sister?"

"In a way. Her diligence in her destiny has not gone unnoticed, and the venerable Albert has asked us to accompany her to the main hospital of Iyastar. Perhaps they want to send her for additional training."

"Oh, well! Then perhaps you shouldn't wait for her. Take this road, Sister, it goes right through the grove to the neighboring village. You'll find Liana easily, the grove is small, even if you don't notice her right away, call out a couple of times, and she'll definitely hear you."

"Thank you, Sister Helda, that is exactly what we will do."

"Please give Liana my congratulations and best wishes. She is such a diligent girl, and so hard-working! She stays until the evening bell to heal our old people and children. And the way she healed Fomru's broken leg was a miracle!"

"Of course. Eternal Sun, Sister Helda."

"Eternal Sun, Sister Nata."

After saying goodbye to the elderly novice, the cloaked inquisitorial squad left the village of Zakatnaya without haste or fuss, but also without delay, heading towards the grove in question. Nagata, who was leading the way, smiled to herself. This was very fortunate. In case her suspicions were correct, taking a demoness puppet in the middle of a crowded village was many times more dangerous than in a deserted place. Turning to her companions, she asked again:

"Does everyone remember what to do?"

"Yes, Sister Nagata."

"Okay. Then let's proceed according to plan."

When they entered the grove, the five inquisitors dismounted almost immediately. They left the horses a little away from the path, tethered and covered with a camouflage amulet. Here they quickly changed into their work uniforms. After checking their gear once more, they moved forward in silence. Just as the old novice had said, the grove was small and quite bright. Only the healer and a couple of her assistants could not be seen or heard. Which was strange. But as soon as the group had gone a couple of dozen meters, one of Nagata's subordinates, who had been gifted, gave a short hand signal to attract attention.

\\"Ahead. Amulet. Camouflage. Silence."

Nodding, Nagata also silently responded with only gestures:

//“Copy. Ready. Action. I'm leading.”

Three of her subordinates silently prepared magic wands and protective amulets. The second woman in the group also silently drew out two scrolls of litany. Nodding to Nagata, they followed her, splitting off in two directions. After a moment, the inquisitors approached a small clearing where they saw their target. But the healer and her assistants were not busy gathering herbs, but something much more pleasant. It was clear why they were using the sound-suppressing amulet. Liana stood with her arms folded and her forehead against the tree trunk, bent in half and on one leg. Her light-colored dress was pulled up, exposing her waist. Behind her, one of her assistants stood in a shirt, wrapped his arms around the healer's waist, and moved his hips quickly, supporting his partner under the knee of her right leg and pulling her upright. The second assistant was lying on the ground nearby, with a blanket under him and his hands behind his head. He was also wearing only a shirt. The supplies and the remaining young men's belongings were lying nearby. Well.

With a quick sign to her subordinates, Nagata cautiously stepped out from behind the cover of the foliage and into the clearing. The healer's loud moans and rhythmic slapping could be heard as she stepped forward. She took a step forward and spoke courteously:

"Please forgive me for my unceremonious visit, Sister Liana."

The healer shrieked and jumped away from the tree, almost falling, turning to face the voice. Her partner also jumped back. He could not keep his feet, falling to the ground with his bare ass and his erect penis on display. The second assistant, startled, sat up abruptly and tried to cover his shame. For a few seconds, the astonished trio stared at Nagata, in her inquisitor's uniform, mouths open. And she looked at them. Liana was quite beautiful. Large and high breasts, long slender legs, now hidden again by her dress. A clear face, gray eyes, and white-blond hair down to the middle of her back. True, she was now flushed and wet and breathing hard, her hair tangled and her dress wrinkled. But that didn't take away from her attractiveness.

The girl's assistants were also handsome young men, one as white-haired as Liana, clearly a northerner. He was also generously endowed with the length of the exposed parts of his body. The other was brown-eyed and had slightly curly brown hair. Nagata saw and appreciated all of this in a few seconds while the trio stared at her in amazement. Then the frozen healer mumbled in an embarrassed voice, hurriedly trying to clean herself up:

"Eternal Sun, Sister! I'm sorry, I don't... we don't... we just... You see, Finn and I..."

At half a word, the naturally embarrassed healer, who was trying to make herself look properly, ripped open the collar of her dress with two hands, exposing her tiiiiiits... The temples burned with fire, and at the moment of Liana's tug, Nagata, who had rushed to her side, hissed angrily. Her chest felt like it was being squeezed by a pair of strong arms, and between her legs, it was like being licked by a hot and wet tongue. A short exorcism prayer and her eyes flashed with sunlight for a moment. The haze of obsession burned away in divine power, and Nagata threw both hands palms forward. A wave of light burst from them and raced towards the trio of enemies. The girl's blood literally boiled. She wasn't wrong after all! She felt it! The thoughts flashed through her mind for a split second and faded away as she concentrated on the battle.

"Watch out!"

The warning was a fraction of a second too late, for the white-haired Northern boy who had remained seated on the ground, eyes wide and mouth open, suddenly twitched. His eyes rolled back. He wheezed and began to fall backward. At the same time, he finished by pouring out an impossibly tight, thick, and long stream of semen struck towards a couple of Nagata's subordinates to her left. One of them managed to bounce away, but the stream of sticky stuff that was no longer human seed twisted like a snake and struck him in the chest. The protective amulet exploded with a loud crackle, incinerating some filth. But the rest of the jet immediately exploded into a thick spray that struck all directions. Some of them hit the inquisitor who lost his protection. He collapsed to the ground with a scream. Fortunately, he had more than amulets to defend himself, and almost immediately he was bathed in soft sunlight, and the clots of crap burst into flames, burning right on his clothes. His partner was hit much thicker by the spray, but his defenses held them back, though he had to retreat hastily. The spattered Northman collapsed to the ground a lifeless corpse, dried and shriveled.

All of this happened at the same time as Nagata's attack. The wave of light she sent reached the target but didn't have the expected effect. The corpse of the already dead assistant simply twitched and began to smolder and smoke. Especially in the groin. Liana managed to put up a protective barrier in front of herself and her second assistant, and the attack only slightly burned the ends of her hair and the edges of her dress. With a hiss, the healer, who turned out to be not quite a healer, swung her arm and jumped back. With a loud crack, the rest of her clothes shattered, exposing the girl completely. The mere sight of her precise and seductive body sent another pang of pain through her temples, but this time the spell didn't work. With a hiss, Nagata moved cautiously forward, preparing another attack and assessing her opponent. Strong. And full of strength. This wasn't going to be easy.

As if to confirm this thought, Liana raised her left hand in the direction of the second assistant. He, like his unfortunate companion, also wheezed and arched his back, cumming profusely. Only this time an impossibly tight and thick stream of semen hit the healer's side. Some of it landed on her breasts and belly, immediately spreading over her tits and into her cunt. The second part gathered into a continuously flowing lump that froze in the air above Liana's left palm. With a predatory lick, she swallowed some of the droplets on her lips and attacked. It wasn't what anyone expected it to be.

Nagata shrieked and nearly collapsed to the ground. Her right leg was cramped. It was a very normal, but very painful cramp. And instead of attacking, she had to urgently defend herself. Her subordinate, who was attacking from her right, cried out and fell to the ground, clutching her chest and nearly dropping her litania scrolls. Luckily, she was covered by her partner. Though he grimaced, stayed on his feet. But the two whose defenses had been damaged by the first volley of semen were hit harder. The inquisitor, who had lost his amulet, barely got to his feet to get rid of the residue of the infernal spray before he collapsed back to the ground with a loud groan. His partner wheezed and bent in half, grabbing his crotch with his left hand. But he stayed on his feet, holding his right hand out in front of him as a protective barrier. Healing magic is enhanced with infernal magic. That's clever. Healers aren't battle mages, but they have plenty of ways to replenish their personal graveyard. Another short prayer, and the alien magic was drained from his body, at the cost of some of his strength.

The healer, meanwhile, was not about to give them a break. With a vicious grin, she made another pass with her hand, and the clump of seed turned into several thin jets that shot toward Nagata and her subordinates on the right. The inquisitor raised her arms, forming a protective barrier, but suddenly all three sprays abruptly changed trajectory and struck the inquisitor who was covering her partner. He shrieked and threw up his hands in a defensive gesture, but he couldn't withstand the attack. His amulet exploded, and he collapsed to the ground with a howl. His partner's litany burst into flames and burned away without a trace, and the abomination on him also burst into flames. At that instant, Nagata went on the attack, striking with a direct beam. Liana didn't even try to dodge, taking it on her tits, abundantly smeared with semen tiiiiiiiiits...

Her temples ached again, and Nagata threw herself to the side in a training motion, clenching her teeth. Her nipples felt like a pair of babies sucking on her nipples, and her loins felt as if invisible fingers were rubbing them. A force of will, worth the bitten lip and bloody nose, and the newly bestowed power of the Sun God burned out the infernal magic. Damn creature! Fortunately, Liana was unable to capitalize on her success, for she was attacked by the surviving inquisitor on her left, who unleashed a volley of his battle wand at her. A beam of blindingly bright light struck the healer in the stomach and scorched nearly all of the seed that covered her, forcing her to defend herself. Nagata roared and attacked again, lunging forward and forming clusters of sunlight in both hands.

Liana jumped back sharply and with a lightning-fast movement grabbed her tits, bringing them together and squeezing her juicy ones tiiiiiits... which Nagata's fist struck, throwing the healer back and onto the ground. She squealed in pain, having received a direct hit with divine power on her main weapon. While she didn't have a scratch on her, it was obvious that she was in a bad way. Liana wasn't given a chance to regain her senses. The second prayer litany flared up, burning without a trace, and the healer's naked body was enveloped in soft sunlight. A moment, and it turned into thin glowing lines that entangled Liana from head to toe and bound her securely. With a hiss, Nagata extended her left hand still enveloped in the sunlight, and directed it to strengthen the restraints. I got you, you damned thing...

Nagata didn't have time to finish her thought. Suddenly, she felt someone's hand on her neck and the world turned upside down. Tree tops and gaps in the sky flashed before her eyes, and then darkness fell.

* * *

Carefully laying the unconscious inquisitor on the ground, Luaval said briefly:

"Clear."

Almost immediately, from the left and right, they answered him synchronously:

"Clear."

"Clear."

"Nice. Let's work."

The dark elf and his assistant approached the immobilized and unconscious healer and got to business. They quickly dispelled the exorcist's spell with four hands and put her in a special magic-suppressing set of shackles and collar. In addition, they injected her with soporific alchemy, which also had the ability to suppress magic. Then the healer, who was not only a healer, was wrapped in a thick dark cloak to hide her nakedness, gagged, and had a bag placed over her head. After that, the prisoner was ready for transportation. Luaval nodded contentedly as he assessed the result of his labors:

"All right. Now sun worshipers."

The three elves quickly gathered the unconscious inquisitors and laid them in a row in the clearing. A couple of them even received medical attention. Still, in case the main operation failed and the Forest's involvement became known, it was better not to give the sun-worshippers any more reasons to complain. There was no reason to kill them. When he was sure all the inquisitors were unconscious, Luaval smiled and squatted beside their leader.

"First? What are you doing?"

Quickly unbuttoning the blonde human's uniform, the dark elf answered in a calm voice:

"I want to make sure she's not hurt. And I want to check out her boobs while I'm at it."

The answer was mute amazement on the part of Twilight's subordinates.

"What? We are doing very dangerous work, and we must be able to find and use at least the little joys in it."

Opening his jacket and lifting the inquisitor's undershirt, Luaval ran his hand over her chest and squeezed it several times, assessing the elasticity and smoothness of the skin.

"She's good! Strong, agile. And clearly has a drop of firstborn blood in her veins. A lot of my relatives and in-laws would have liked her. Especially one of my aunts, who loved to put such slave girls into the arena, where if they lost, they were used by the winners for the crowd's amusement. And if they won, they were forced to use the losers for the same amusement."

"And what about you?" the elfess asked with interest, standing a little to the side and watching Luaval play with the breasts of the unconscious inquisitor.

"She looks fine to me, and I could have taken her as my personal slave before. But I don't like rebellious women, I had enough senior women in my house. I preferred more obedient and submissive slaves. Although... She's got nice tits. Hmm. Let me see."

"Are you going to fuck her after all?"

"Of course not, I don’t allow myself such frivolity on missions."

"Then what the..."

"I knew it."

Unbuckling the belt of the unconscious woman's uniform pants, Luaval pulled them down to knee level and grinned at her clean-shaven pubes. A small sun was tattooed above her slit.

"I wonder who came up with the idea of ​​introducing the fashion of tattooing their favorite sun in this place among sun worshipers? And who tattoos it on them?"

"Are these all the questions that worry you now?'

"Right now, yes. Okay, let's see what about the second one."

Darendil's subordinate rolled his eyes, but his colleague watched with a strange expression as Luaval undressed the second unconscious inquisitor. Unlike her boss, she had short dark hair, but the same gray eyes and trained body. Except her breasts were smaller, which the dark elf commented aloud with some regret. She also had a tattoo of a sun on her pubic area, albeit partially hidden by her short dark hair. Finished examining the second inquisitor, Luaval rose to his feet. He took a small vial from his belt pocket and dribbled its contents onto his palm.

"Well, what now?"

"Isn't it obvious? I want to put our dear lovers of bright sun on the wrong track."

Under the next sigh of the Secret Guard agent, Luaval began to leave traces of his palms on the naked bodies of the Inquisitorium agents. Starting, of course, with the chest.

"Lend me this stuff too."

Turning to his temporary assistant in surprise, the dark elf discovered she had managed to take off her shoes and was now standing barefoot next to the last of the inquisitors. And she was just finishing unbuttoning his uniform.

"Mirage, you too?"

In response to her colleague’s unspoken question, the elf didn’t bat an eyelid or raise an ear but merely shrugged her shoulders:

"I agree with First. We must be able to find small joys in our difficult work."

"There, you see, Twist, follow your coworker's example! Catch."

Deftly catching the small vial, Mirage nodded and proceeded to undress the other two inquisitors:

"Thank you."

Her colleague just rolled his eyes again, to which the elf only smirked:

"I don't know why you're so pissed off. This one's quite handsome. If he was trained properly, he could be used as a personal servant. And I could sit on the face of a handsome man like that right now."

Mirage said her words, already standing barefoot on the chest of the youngest of the three inquisitors, who was truly the most attractive of them. Standing on one leg, the elf, deftly balancing, rubbed her foot with a special compound that only showed up in a special light. Then she repeated the procedure with the second foot carefully measuring each step, carefully walked over all three inquisitors, stepping on each one's face and groin at least once. Twist, who was watching this, only sighed tiredly and asked:

"Are you done having fun with these humans?"

"We're not having fun. We're creating a false trail, Raven. You don't think that after today's incident, the Inquisitorium won't wonder who did it, do you? Let them wonder who did it,” the elf replied, stepping her foot forcefully on the cock of the most handsome of the trio of inquisitors.

"There, you see, Twist, Mirage got it right."

"Oh, well, wrap it up and let's go. We got a demon puppet to deal with."

"That's it..."

Having ensured they had left no traces other than planned, the three elves left the small forest clearing with their dangerous prey. And the five inquisitors were left lying in a row, half-naked, but alive and well.

* * *

"Mister Archilector, what does all this mean?!"

The voice of the plump merchant, dressed in expensive clothes tailored according to the latest fashion of the Free Cities, was tense, but firm and full of determination. Together with a couple of assistants and bodyguards, he looked at the paladins of the Bright Order surrounding them. The head of the Inquisitorium, standing to the side, said in a calm voice:

"We need to conduct a check first. I ask you not to resist, otherwise we will be forced to use force, venerable Volnart."

Turning to a pair of subordinates, the Archilector nodded briefly:

"Let's get started."

Two priests serving in the Inquisitorium recited a prayer together, and the group of bewildered people summoned early in the morning for a serious conversation, was illuminated by bright sunlight. They visibly tensed, but nothing happened. Both priests turned to Mayer and reported briefly:

"Clear."

Nodding in response, the Archilector said:

"Good. Honorable Volnart, please follow me. Your men may come with us or may be free to go."

The merchant, who did not understand anything, frowned, exchanged glances with his assistants, and then said briefly:

"They will come with me."

"As you wish."

The procession of armed paladins, inquisitors, and merchant retinue headed for the canal that led through the city to the lake. There they were put on a waiting boat. As it pulled away from the dock, the merchant who had taken a seat next to the Archilictor asked politely but demandingly:

"May I finally know, venerable Mayer, what all this means?"

"Your crew has hired several Sun Pearl workers for the duration of your stay in Iyastar."

The merchant raised his eyebrows in surprise, turned to one of his assistants, and looked at him demandingly. The assistant turned a little pale, but managed to squeeze out:

"The crew needed to rest, sir, and in the city..."

"You brought whores onto my ship without my knowledge?!"

The merchant's voice did not bode well for his subordinate, and he nervously drew his head into his shoulders. Turning to the Archilictor, Volnart said:

"I understand perfectly well that the teachings of the Sun-face do not approve of debauchery, and I assure you that neither do I, venerable Mayer. May I know what exactly my people have done, and what obscenity has caused your displeasure?"

Mayer could literally hear the abacus ticking in the merchant's head feverishly calculating what his crew could have done and what it could mean for him. Sighing quietly, the Archilictor replied:

"I don't approve of debauchery either, venerable Volnart, but what happens on your ship is your business. Provided it stays on the ship. Unfortunately, my interest is aroused by a much more serious problem than banal debauchery with whores."

At these words, the merchant froze, afraid to imagine what his subordinates had done.

"I have reason to believe that among the brothel workers, there may be a puppet of the demoness that my subordinates captured about six months ago. Perhaps you have heard about it."

Now the merchant was truly frightened, although he managed to keep his face. But his sudden pallor could not be hidden.

"I... yes, I heard about it... But... Do you think that one of the prostitutes could be..."

"Alas, I no longer think so, venerable Volnart."

Turning to the stunned merchant, the Archilictor explained in a quiet and tired voice:

"Last night I sent a detachment of my men to check all the whores who had recently worked not in a brothel, but directly on the ships. I was interested in those who wandered from one ship to another without returning to shore. Those hired by your crew turned out to be just such."

At that moment the boat passed through the river gates of Iyastar and headed for a large and plump merchant ship that stood in the roadstead not far from the shore. It stood out even from the rest of the ships in size as well as outward luxury. Not just a means of transporting goods and people across the water, but a demonstration of the success of the Merchant House. Except that, not a single person was visible on the deck. And next to the ship were several smaller boats, with squads of armed temple guards, among whom were paladins of the Bright Order. All the ships were surrounded by a faint glow of sunlight, forming a barrier around them.

"My men have boarded your ship to conduct an inspection," the Archilector continued.

"And..."

"And since then there has been no news from them. Just like from your subordinates who remained on the ship."

The merchant's eyes widened, his mouth opened and he whispered:

"Do you think they…"

"Well, we'll find out soon. Everyone, get ready."

Paladins, inquisitors, and temple guards drew their weapons, battle amulets, and litanies. At the Archilictor's command, troops from three sides rushed to storm the ship. They went straight through the water, which had suddenly become harder than earth around the ships and allowed them to walk on it. The paladins of the Bright Order climbed aboard the ship with practiced movements on the ladders. Inquisitors and temple guards followed. A moment passed in tense silence. Then the Bright paladin who had commanded the assault, a half-orc of mighty build, appeared at the side of the ship and waved his hand:

"We're late, Brother Mayer. You should see this."

Sighing sadly, the Archilictor boarded the ship with the pale merchant and his two aides. The grim stormtroopers escorted them to the captain's quarters, the doors of which were wide open. Stepping inside, Meyer gritted his teeth in anger. There were nearly two dozen people in the relatively spacious and richly furnished room. Some of them were crew members, the rest sent by the inquisitors. All of them were naked and dead. The men were lying on the floor, at the desk, and on the table in pairs or threes. Or rather, they were spread out as if death had caught them in the act of copulating with each other. All had the same facial expression: rolled eyes and sticking out their tongues. Except for the ones who were pleasuring their partner with their mouths. Those were just rolling their eyes. In addition, the faces of many of the deceased were covered in semen.

There were only four women in the captain's quarters, sitting on the captain's wide bed, shoulder to shoulder and with their legs wide apart, bent at the knees so they were clinging to each other. Two of them were hired prostitutes, and two more were Archilictor's subordinates. Their facial expressions were the same as the men's: eyes rolled back and tongues hanging out. Each had a dozen or even two dozen lines drawn on the inside of her thigh, each five of which were crossed out, like the days of the week. One of Meyer's subordinates had the most of them. And there was no doubt as to what had been marked that way. All four women were covered with semen, on their faces, breasts, stomachs, and spilling out of their lower lips onto the sheets. The bloody writing on the wall completed the picture of the diabolical orgy:

//"Good luck next time, grandpa!"

Underneath it was a sketchy smiling female face with horns and a tongue sticking out. The Archilictor looked at it for a few moments then made a single short gesture. At the same moment, a wave of powerful light came from the old man, covering the entire room and those in it. All the semen on the bodies of women and men burst into flames and burned away. And also on the floor, walls, ceiling, and other places. Some of the slain twitched in convulsions as the divine power burned out the infernal power embedded in them. A few knickknacks and household utensils shattered with a loud crack, but all of their shards immediately burst into flames and burned away without a trace.

As the powerful wave of light faded, the Archilector spoke in an emotionless voice:

"Search and thoroughly inspect the entire ship. It must undergo a complete purification procedure. As well as all stuff. Take the bodies of our brothers, we will consign them to the flames as they deserve. If you wish, venerable Volnart we can also bury your people."

"Ah... yes, of course, thank you..."

"Brother Mayer!"

The assistant's cry made the Archilictor turn around abruptly. He was clutching the communication amulet in his hand and was visibly frightened. Without waiting for a question, he began to babble:

"Sister Nagata and her squad were ambushed..."

The elderly head of the Inquisitorium felt his heart skip a beat.
* * *

Author's Note:

So, 20 pages. The chapter turned out to be quite big, and even, what is nice, with some fruits, which is nice. Plus, this time there were not only conversations but also as they say in our villages - actions. And there will be even more of it later!

What else would I like to say? Well, first, and traditional. Thanks for the comments, questions, typo corrections, and likes.

Second. Brinar discovered the Midjourney neural network and happily generated quite a few pictures for his "mini-pwp". Of course, ideally, they should be 18+, but alas, the neural network does not accept such requests. From my point of view, this is complete hypocrisy, because it is known: THE INTERNET IS FOR PORN!

Oh well. Let's move on to the pictures. Some of them turned out very well. Some not so much. One of the problems is that for some reason the neural network understands the word elf as "just a very beautiful person", and does not draw pointy ears at all. Why is that, is a mystery...

There is a lot of text, so the pictures will be in the first comment. I ask for forgiveness from all those who care about the first comment.

So. Let's start with the steppe shaman Maega. The first generation of pictures was beautiful, but not quite what I imagined. But the second one is just right, especially the final ones:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1adGlfuj0t4ooRMBzsMY_ewxiugV_5rvE?usp=sharing

Below are some pictures of representatives of the southern Uss-Ual tribes, including a beast-panther trained by Ashuir. What's nice is that the neural network did generate some pictures with naked boobs. Not many, but still good:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1dC372pN6c5BLABa7974E-5gVcU3wr7Nd?usp=sharing

Now, Ashuir herself. The first version of the generation is not very successful. The appearance is quite good, but the environment and clothes are wrong. But the second version is just it. Sometimes I didn't even know which picture to choose for the next generation:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1kDFXhgOljP7aZDg0_WAcGn16NM_Qc8YU?usp=sharing

A bit of Geography. I liked Sakhib-Nere, that's it. Kuordemar didn't turn out quite the way I imagined it, but it would have been difficult to describe. But Iyastar turned out pretty good, as a concept. Except that the surrounding area looks more like the Middle East, while it should be the middle zone of Europe in summer. The Dark Tower of Reistar also turned out pretty good, especially the second generation. The first one wasn't very good, but the second one is really good.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1-XTu7X_1GgdKx7U9HSclzW7QhBNojVNj?usp=sharing

Orcs turned out great, and some of them even had bare tits, albeit a bit oddly drawn. After all, it can when it wants!

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1VkJFbVE-ss5FVQuovDhjARrnpgMF0p4q?usp=sharing

Let's move on to our favorite Master. There are a lot of pictures here. Very well-turned-out structured doll. And not nude, but very close. When I tried to redraw one of the pictures, I was rejected, they say, forbidden content, no way. Servant-dolls also turned out just fine, both single version and group. The attempt to generate a picture of the Master in work did not come out well. Well, we can consider those pictures as final touches, with which the Master completes the processing of the doll. IMPORTANT: the Master's appearance on these pictures is not canonical.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1XY-FJoZFUADP4rNzy-qJKhnzXn-7_eC_?usp=sharing

Now back to the sunny city of Iyastar. The pictures of Aurora and Falnar are gorgeous, especially Falnar's. Largely because AI redrew the previous pictures honestly stolen by me from the Internet. Characteristically, it didn't recognize Falnar as a man the first time, and generated several female pictures, though in fancy clothes. The possessed also turned out pretty good, but the neuron did a poor job with the background. Inquisitor Nagata came out acceptable, in principle.

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1Ak2SAYjKOyl52arsvOHLPCvKB7e6-qPw?usp=sharing

A variant of the Secret Guardian of the Forest armor. And yes, notice again AI doesn't draw elves with long ears, which is weird.....

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1AJ81YhblQ2ucg3yPz8xx8YVpWpDXMu9a?usp=sharing

Well, and the final selection... Our dear and (I hope) all-time favorite Sivila. The first generation, where I requested her sitting on the throne I frankly don't like. Neither the environment nor the painted models. Well, on a three on a five-point scale, let's put it that way. The second generation of pictures, which I requested practicing with a bow is much better. A solid four. Even with a plus. If you don't pay attention to the neural network joints, like finger-arrows. Third generation on the theme of Sivila's fantasies about goblins and herself in the main role... Not bad at all. A four, in my opinion. But then again, there should have been nudity and hentai! Uhhh... The fourth generation, where I requested Sivila to do gymnastics in the woods, also turned out quite good in terms of looks. The clothes, though, not so much. Again, it was supposed to be hentai, but what we have is what we have:

https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1koRoYWQzGs7-KuKAJ00CbQO19Ij-nCOT?usp=sharing

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