Currently, the 2nd subjugation force had split its troops.

The main force stationed at the camp, and a detachment attempting a night raid under cover of darkness. Since they couldn't be discovered by the Demon King's army, they selected thoroughly trained individuals, resulting in a force mostly composed of the territory's professional soldiers. The number of these veterans barely reached fifty.

"Everyone standby."

The detachment commander leading them, knight Gray, had even removed his armor and successfully infiltrated near the wooden fence under cover of darkness. The orcs had built the watchtower higher, but because of that raised watchtower, they couldn't check directly below the fence.

The detachment quickly slipped into the watchtower's blind spot under the deepening darkness and successfully stuck close to the wall. It was a stratagem using the fact that looking from too high up makes it hard to see below a cliff, and fortunately, that stratagem worked. The orcs were stupid.

'This is strange.'

Gray got goosebumps at the enemy's movements that were far too quiet. Looking at the orcs on the watchtower, they only kept watch forward and didn't pay attention anywhere else. So he thought they were just bad at keeping watch.

'Too quiet.'

But for that, the reaction from inside was too lukewarm. Even if it was densely concealed, sounds should leak out. The reaction from inside the city was far too quiet and still.

"Sir Gray, could it be that they're also attempting a night raid?"

"...Maybe. But if so, that's actually an opportunity."

Gray pulled out a pouch tied to his waist. The other soldiers also had pouches tied on one by one, and Gray checked the texture inside the pouch again. The object that felt squishy yet firm would crumble if pressed by hand, and Gray took the object out of the pouch.

"From here to there. Apply it thoroughly. The rest, stick it next to that."

Gray set aside his anxiety and decided to focus on his mission. The soldiers spread the objects from their pouches thinly, and soon, not much time passed before the scent of pine resin began to rise from the fence as planned.

"Now retreat—"

Flap flap flap.

White-winged harpies flew from the north and returned to Zabiyaba. The detachment quickly ducked and fell silent. Fortunately, the harpies didn't notice the detachment that was far away.

"...Sir Gray, those things seem to have flown from the main camp?"

"So they were up to something after all... But it seems like there wasn't much damage, so that's fortunate. We continue with our mission."

Gray spread the remaining pine resin from his pouch, then scooped up a handful of dirt at his feet and sprinkled it over the resin. Hoping the resin smell would settle down even a little, the detachment crawled across the ground again in a low crawl.

"...Now return to the main camp!"

Having moved beyond the orcs' firing range, the detachment immediately stood up and returned to the main camp. And they were shocked and terrified by the chaos at the main camp.

Splash splash splash splash.

Soldiers were uniformly submerging their lower bodies in the river. As if they had to cool the heat from their lower bodies, just looking with the eyes, the number easily exceeded five hundred.

"What the..."

"Sir Gray! It's dangerous! Please move to the temporary barracks immediately!"

"Sir Faiz, what on earth..."

"The orcs released poison into the camp!"

Knight Faiz's face was flushed red with excitement. Most of the soldiers were in the same state as Faiz. Different from the strong pine resin smell soaked into the detachment's bodies, the smell of privets filled the camp.

"...Poison?"

"Yes, good lord, I mean, the enemy..."

Faiz burst out in anger with a flushed face while saying it was unbelievable. Gray lowered his gaze to Faiz's lower body. While his upper body was properly armored, below he'd removed his armor as if something was uncomfortable.

"Hup."

Gray involuntarily stepped back. Faiz's trouser front was tented, and somehow an unpleasant, damp moisture seemed to emanate from the front of his pants. Faiz panicked and lowered his hands.

"Th-this is a misunderstanding! I can't help it! The, the enemy released an aphrodisiac!"

"...Aphrodisiac? Not poison?"

Gray momentarily couldn't understand what he'd heard. That the aerial assault using harpies was just an aphrodisiac. But if they intended to cause disgust this way, the effect was tremendous. The entire camp was filled with a thick, nauseating privet smell.

"...Ugh."

Gray almost vomited. The soldiers trying to calm down by putting their bodies in the river were the lucky ones. Some soldiers were making fapping sounds, trying to release their heat without others knowing, and some soldiers had their things completely out, cooling them in the night air.

"...Where's the Baroness?"

"Th-that's..."

Faiz covered his face with his hand. Gray felt dizzy at the imagination that came to his mind.

"N-no way!"

Gray ran to the Baroness's tent. The blood scent spreading sharply under the thick privet smell was definitely human, not monster. Gray's vision went white at the terrible scene spread before the tent.

Around the tent lay soldiers' corpses. The faces of soldiers, each stabbed in vital points like the heart or neck, retained their madness. An old knight guarding the entrance saw Gray and shook his head gravely.

"...You'll be in danger if you enter now."

"Did you stab them, sir?"

"No."

The old knight lifted his sword. It was a clean sword without a drop of blood, and Gray felt anger rising inside at realizing his thoughts were correct.

Squish.

Taking one step, there was something red and squishy inside a broken wooden cup. Gray drew up his internal mana and stomped on the fluid. Now he could perfectly understand the situation.

"Aaaah!!"

Suddenly a soldier with his pants off charged at the tent. Gray and the old knight drew their swords, but the soldier ignored the swords, dodged them, tore through the tent fabric with his dagger, and went inside.

"Damn it!"

"My lord!!"

Gray and the old knight hurriedly turned and entered the tent. And inside—

Squelch.

"Ha, ha, ha...!!"

Baroness Virgo stood there, her whole body heated up, panting and stabbing her sword toward the soldier's groin. The Baroness's face was flushed red like a woman at climax.

"D-don't, come in...! Hk, hnngh!"

The Baroness collapsed onto the bed sobbing. The old knight skillfully pulled the sword from the soldier and dragged the subordinate with his severed lower parts and genitals out of the tent. Gray also turned away, avoiding the Baroness's gaze.

"S-Sir Gray, good timing, I-I feel strange right now...!"

"It's the Demon King's army's scheme. You'll be fine after some time passes."

"Please comfort me, Sir Gray, please...! I feel like I'm going crazy right now...!"

"I also feel like I'm going crazy, but please calm down."

The Baroness trembled, sobbing. Gray felt like his nose would get hooked if he made one wrong move, so he stepped back.

'It's a pregnancy attack.'

The moment they have relations, he'd become the Baroness's consort. He'd have to give up that splendid mansion in the capital and become the lord of this shabby, wretched barony. Gray chose power and advancement over immediate sexual desire. So he turned to leave the tent.

Thud.

Gray's body bumped into someone's back. At the entrance, the old knight who'd long served House Virgo was blocking the way.

"Sir!"

"I'm sorry, but I can't watch the Baroness suffer like this with my own eyes. ...I'll consider today a lifelong debt and keep my mouth completely shut."

"How is that even—hnnngh?!"

Hot hands embraced Gray's chest from behind. The Baroness, who'd approached at a speed even he didn't notice, began rubbing her chest and secret parts against Gray's back.

"I-I'm sorry...! I'm not usually like this!"

"Goddess!"

Thwack.

Gray turned and struck the Baroness on the back of the head with a hand chop. The Baroness lost consciousness and collapsed into Gray's arms, and Gray dragged the Baroness and tied her limbs to the cot.

"...Sir, you must keep today's events absolutely secret for life."

"I'm sorry, Sir Gray."

The old knight apologized readily. While the old knight was also wrong for putting Gray in that situation, still, striking the back of the neck of a properly titled noble wouldn't go unpunished for Gray either.

So both sealed their lips with a zipper and decided to bury it. And Gray tied the Baroness to the bed with very quick hands, then held his scabbard and guarded the tent in all directions.

"...There's an abnormal number of crazy bastards in heat."

"Don't kill them."

The two knights beat the scoundrels reaching for their lord with their scabbards.

It took a full half day for the disturbance to subside.

Aside from the ten soldiers in heat who died trying to assault the Baroness, at least on the surface, there were almost no casualties.

***

"It'd be disappointing to end it like this. Hehe."

Seeing the disturbance calming down from the watchtower, I prepared the second operation. If the first operation was to make the enemy go into heat, the second operation was to truly provoke their anger.

'But that's only possible after dawn.'

I called the residents of Ras Village who were enthusiastically engaged in production activities in Gremory's dungeon. Five human hunters including Lily, and five stud hunters. I planned to give them special orders.

"What's the matter?"

"I have a good operation. It's a special measure for the Ras Legion's victory and power enhancement. But it requires your sacrifice."

I informed the hunters of my operation.

"Good lord..."

"Are you seriously planning to do this?"

"Of course."

Everyone seemed to be checking Lily's reaction while falling into contemplation, and I too, while I'd brought it up, felt awkward about unconditionally ordering them to do it or pressuring them. The residents of Ras Village might have once been prisoners, but now they were clearly my subordinates. Even the female hunters had nominally become like my daughters-in-law.

"If you really don't want to, you don't have to."

I gave them a choice. What I was asking of them now was clearly a gamble, humiliation, and a serious crime for them. As humans, they'd essentially be betraying the human alliance—pledging to the world that they'd live forever as members of our Legion of Wrath, the Ras Legion.

"I'll do it."

Lily stepped forward first. Following her, the others stood up one by one and expressed their intention to participate in the operation. I felt both grateful and sorry.

"...Since you've agreed, we'll do it thoroughly. No consideration like before."

"It's okay. If it helps the legion, if it helps you, master, I can offer this one body however much you need."

"Good. Then Lily will go with me, and you guys can at least choose the order. Discuss it right now."

The four hunters excluding Lily put their heads together and began competing for the lead. Lily looked at me awkwardly, and I placed my hand on Lily's shoulder and patted it.

"You're mine."

"...I had a feeling."

"No way."

It's not like we're actually doing it—we're just pretending. While I discussed with Lily how things would go, the quick-shooter scratched his head and approached.

"...Legion Commander, what about us?"

"Don't worry. If this is the stick, you guys are the carrot. Of course I thought about you."

If this side was the main actor in provoking the enemy's anger, the male hunters were the core of the operation to provoke the enemy's jealousy. And fortunately, this side had more options than the female hunters.

"Hehe, then go ahead and tell me what you want."

I held up three fingers.

"Harpy, Harpy Angel, or Adult Andras. Who do you want to do it with?"

***

The disturbance subsided, and the soldiers moved to a new camp and got some brief shut-eye. Priest Francis, wearing his helmet, monitored the soldiers' condition. Fortunately, they'd all calmed down, but there was accumulated dissatisfaction from being unable to relieve themselves.

"..."

Was his thinking about orcs wrong, or was there someone making the orcs do this crazy stuff? Francis recalled 'him,' who was more warrior-like and manly than anyone.

"One individual doesn't represent the whole."

Prejudice and preconceptions shattered. Francis grasped a new truth. And achieved enlightenment.

"You were wrong."

Francis lifted the iron mace with a blunt end. The mace he'd taken from him had now become his own, and would become the Goddess's divine punishment to smash orcs.

"Indeed, the only good demon is a dead demon."

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