Demon Sword Maiden

Volume 13 - Takamagahara: Chapter 69 - Since When Did So Many Beautiful Women Arrive Here?

He suddenly pulled out a whip and raised it high above his head.

“What are you staring at? Trying to slack off? Get moving and work like your lives depend on it! Move!” The little demon shrieked and leapt forward, lashing the miners with his long whip.

The miners could only let out anguished cries, clutching their heads as they endured the blows, forcing their bodies—already on the verge of collapse—to keep working.

A few who were frail and elderly fainted on the spot.

Though he was merely a hunched little demon, he had crawled up from the ravines of Yomi and possessed the strength of the Throned Sovereign. Sakiko was also at the Throne Stage, but only at the rank of Throned General.

“If you beat them all to death, who will mine for you?” Sakiko shouted.

The little demon froze for a moment, then turned toward her, baring his fangs. “What you say… makes sense! Then I’ll beat you instead! You only need to supervise and keep the accounts anyway, right? It doesn’t matter if I injure you a little, does it?”

The demon sprang into the air with surprising speed and landed before Sakiko. His thin leg lashed out, and with a heavy “thud!” his thick, sturdy foot struck her squarely, knocking her to the ground.

Then he swung his whip and began mercilessly lashing her.

Her clothes were torn apart, red welts blooming across her body. She clenched her teeth in pain and endured it all without uttering a single scream.

“I’ll whip you to death! Still dare to slack in supervision? B̲i̲t̲c̲h̲! B̲i̲t̲c̲h̲! You human women are all trash!” The demon lashed her wildly. The humiliation and torment that Sakiko and Kotoka suffered that day were not daily occurrences, but they were common enough to be called routine.

They had been forbidden from sexually defiling the two women, and so they vented their frustration even more viciously, seizing every excuse to curse and beat them.

Outside the main valley of Cherry Blossom Valley. Where the demon army’s camp and the human laborers’ village intermingled, a black spatial gate suddenly appeared.

“What’s that?” Several demon guards stared in confusion at the black void, five or six meters wide and more than ten meters tall. Within it, stars seemed to shimmer, and arcane currents flowed in secret patterns.

One after another, women dressed in exquisite garments and possessing breathtaking beauty stepped out from the gate that had appeared from nothing.

“Humans? Women?” The demon guards were dumbfounded and rubbed their eyes. Had they been fantasizing about beautiful women for so long that they were seeing things? How could such tall, slender figures with beauty beyond reason simply walk out of thin air?

Lily, clad in a red short skirt with Oborozuki Muramasa hanging at her waist, stepped onto the soil of Cherry Blossom Valley. Beside her stood Rei in blue-and-white feathered robes, Kusanagi-no-Tsurugi slung across her back. Shimizu wore black robes adorned with golden butterflies, a straight-bladed sword in a bamboo scabbard at her waist—Murasame-Anko.

“They’re… really women? Who exactly are they?” The monsters could not process what they were seeing. Even the distant villagers peeked from beside their dilapidated huts, staring this way.

From within the black spatial gate, Kaguya-hime emerged, her arm linked with Chiya’s, holding the Golden Jade Branch as she stepped out from the star-flowing fissure of the Spirit Realm.

“The mortal realm… How many years has it been since I last set foot upon this land?” Kaguya recalled fragments of her reincarnation within the bamboo grove and could not help but sigh. Though much of her memory was lost, that portion remained intact.

Behind her, Bishamonten appeared in Celestial Maiden’s Divine Raiment, ribbons fluttering, her figure firm and athletic. Barefoot, her feet hovered about an inch above the ground as she drifted forward.

“This should be Shinano, should it not? Not far from Echigo Province, where I once hid in the mortal world and gave birth to little Rei. The scent of the air and soil… how nostalgic.”

Fujiwara no Ayaka, Nanako, Yuki-Onna, Kagura, and Suzuhiko-hime followed behind, stepping out in succession.

This dazzling, multicolored assembly of goddesses—each one capable of laying waste to the entire continent—now stood there.