Re: Goblin Slayer

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Upon returning to reality, I felt abruptly dizzy, but it was back to normal in a second, as if nothing had happened. It was very strange, as if I hadn't been in a different space for an hour. It's an indescribable sensation and so hard to describe that there are no words. Well, it's quite... logical? And does it really matter right now?

Throwing a glance at my sister, who kept drilling my palm, her gaze slowly transformed to one of surprise. And as I followed where she was looking, I realised that the crystal had disappeared.

It didn't take a genius to realise what was happening.

- How much time has passed? - I asked my sister with interest, but she was silent and flapped her eyes like a child. How many things she knows, owns, and so on, but she's surprised by such a small thing. I can understand her, though. Even I find it hard to say anything other than: fuck me up.

However, I asked Miku, who was watching the whole process, the same question. Albeit belatedly, she gave me an answer. A bit of an expected answer, but it was only after her words that I was reassured and reassured of my thoughts.

'One second... it's only been one second! I... I didn't even have time to realise anything before the core Familiar was gone and you woke up!' - Mika replied with confusion and bitterness. She seemed to be disappointed almost to the core and was now phoned with a huge resentment. So much so that I felt bad, as if I'd been robbed of a long-awaited scholarship when I'd been diligently trying to cram as hard as I could! In a word - frustration with everything, that I wanted to drop all my business and make a doshik.....

Fucking hell, what kind of thoughts can come out of someone else's emotions that I'm having a bad memory?! Sometimes being an empath isn't as practical as I thought it would be, especially when there's a 'whole source of-woman-logic-and-emotions' sitting in my head that's almost impossible to shut out. Though, it's my own fault, my own sin - it was my own choice, after all, so it's a sin to complain and better to cheer up to the best of my ability.

'Well, well, well, you'll still have opportunities to explore this phenomenon, and the familiars can be studied,' I offered her an alternative, not fully understanding her desire to 'figure it out.' Still, I'm not a mage and my business isn't much - fuck what I have. Ahem, bad example, but I think the point is clear.

I'm just a regular dude with a system who may have already fucked up when he was a goblin and now survives only by miracle! And I think without the system, my life would be shorter than that of a regular goblin and no other way! Shit, it's come to this - depression in the undead! It's ridiculous.

However, the pressure quickly wore off and the alien emotions disappeared.

'T-That's right! Familiar, hurry up and summon him, I need to figure out how this works!' - Upon realising my words, Mika cheered up instantly.

It was a real relief. No longer wanting to experience the full spectrum of 'female resentment', I concentrated, trying to summon the familiar. It seemed like nothing unusual - all the information was available in my head, all I had to do was stretch out my arm... slit my palm and....

Blood rushed from the wound, but no sooner had it hit the ground than it was picked up by the wind, swirling in a whirlpool. An unimaginable sense of loss swept over me at the same second, causing me to fall face first, but I was grabbed by my sister.

- Brother! - With searing excitement, my little sister grabbed me and pulled me against her. Her hand reached for my wound, but I stopped her prudent impulse and shook my head. I tried to smile, as if to say it was okay, but it only made me wince in pain. However, my little sister can sense emotions for a reason, so she got it right and pulled herself together, even though she looked at me worriedly.

- It's okay, it's okay! That's the way it should be... oh... - the sensation was honestly not a pleasant one. I felt sick and cold, but sort of not at the same time.

Caught up by the wind and definitely by magic, the blood swiftly swirled in a strange dance a metre away from my hand. Not only was blood being pulled from me, but mana and maybe even life force, if I had any at all. I even thought that my groin, now burning with fire and strange excitement, would start spewing its flames, trying to squeeze into the flow, as silly as it sounded. But it didn't, I had no desire. Only curiosity... unpleasant fatigue and a slight pain in my arm.

The swirl of blood was surprisingly weak and didn't pick up any debris or leaves, just water falling from the sky, losing its red colour slightly. If it hadn't been for my sister, I would have fallen down from fatigue during the waiting time, or maybe even fallen asleep, and so I watched the strange phenomenon, trying to understand how this thing worked.

I didn't wait long and didn't understand anything. And in a minute all available blood gathered in a small balloon, and then it increased in size - burst like a balloon. Reflexively, I covered my eyes, expecting to be covered in blood, but....

*Bang* - the blood flew in all directions, but never reached its final destination, stopping in the air as if it had been controlled.

- Waaaahhhh! - came a childish and familiar voice.

The emotions of ecstasy and joy came over me again, but I was too lazy to react in any way. Opening my eyes, I stared at the naked and confused girl and the blood floating near her.

Confused and stupidly flapping her eyes... Naked girl... Naked Bathory... Naked... Naked... Naked... - similar thoughts echoed in my head, and a slight pain rang in my temples. It must be from the absurdity of it... or... what a headache.

- M-master? It's you!' Bathory, however, completely ignored her appearance and instead of shyness, threw herself at me with a joyful squeak and hugged me.

Which neither I nor my sister expected, causing us to fall to the ground.

- Fuck! - It was the first time I didn't regret wearing my armour, so I didn't feel anything when Danger pressed against me.

- Hmmm... - Arine looked at the small one with complete calmness, and she was even more interested in the floating blood that she couldn't get under control. It was almost a challenge to her that she couldn't ignore!

And the naked Bathory, with no shame and no conscience and a motor in her arse, had completely lost her way and clearly wanted the intelligence services to be interested in me, otherwise I can't think of any good reason why she started to paw at me like a contented cat! No, seriously, what's wrong with this little one? I'm not a paedophile, I'm not a paedophile, and Yukiona is definitely over 16 years old, and Bathory, the naughty little thing, is old enough to be my daughter!

- Master! Master! You summoned me! I'm glad, Master, you'll keep your promise and play with me now, won't you? - her voice was very gentle and seemed to provoke something else.

- Fuck! - I swore and looked at the innocent face of the little one. But not finding a shred of sense in my actions, I breathed a sigh of relief. Hoooo, There was no subtext to what I imagined, just a desire to play.

- Okay, but first you need to get dressed... - that's where the question of what to dress her in came into play. Except for adult panties, and worn, I had nothing of clothes for the little one.

A dilemma, but I had to do something! And it's going to have to be done very quickly!

- Play-play-play-play! - but Bathory missed my words and fussed at me even more. So, before it was too late, I had to grab the squeaky little thing and get up myself. It wasn't dizzying, but it was better to test the patience of a... sister?

- Thank you, brother,' she nodded as I helped her up.

- Yeah... that's right, Bathory, don't pull my arm and... here, get dressed! - I had to dress the hyperactive little girl in the rags I had. Only the latter did not appreciate my gifts and interfered in every possible way. And when I managed to put on her clothes, the blood still hovering above us quickly stuck to the body of the little one, covering her from head to toe, transforming into a familiar dress.

I had to say it was very revealing and provocative for her age.

- Fuck, ahem, Bathory...' I cringed, looking at the pleased look. It was like a schoolgirl putting ribbons on her nonexistent breasts and wearing a short skirt. But my concern is a little different: when she was jumping, I noticed an oddity. - Bathory... where are your... panties?

- What are panties, Master? - Puzzled, the little one jumped on the spot.....

Oh, for fuck's sake!