After learning the truth about Solomon.

I worked even harder on cleaning up the aftermath to steady my wavering heart. Since it was hard to repair the door broken through to the north, I thought about just leaving the open door and making a moat like the southern main gate.

"Have the Slime Dragons returned?"

"Yes. They danced enthusiastically upstream and just floated down the river."

"Ghouls are transporting drinking water from our dungeon. I'll warn them not to drink water until the river is purified."

While the legion's forces confronted the humans, the slimes dug tunnels and went up above the humans' camp. They vomited fluid into the river until their bodies shrank, and the water overflowed with aphrodisiac components.

"Hehe. They'll warm their bodies too while boiling soup nice and hot."

Though the operation to render the camp unusable failed due to lack of materials, I pulled tricks by releasing fluid into the flowing river water so they couldn't drink it. We just had to supply it with canteens from the dungeon's back road, but what about the humans?

"Master? Emergency."

Andras, who'd been scouting from the sky, flew down urgently.

"The enemy's movements are strange. They... they're packing? All hunched over."

"A retreat. Master, now is the perfect time. An immediate offensive."

Eila suggested pursuit. Thanks to Solomon's system, we quickly restored our forces again, and we still had some strength left to fight.

"No. Let them run away for now."

"Why? Is it some kind of trap?"

"No. We defended the city with defensive warfare, that's enough. Mobility is lacking too, and more than anything, I don't want to fight. They're in severe sage time, so wouldn't it be sorry to kill them?"

They must be full of thoughts about hurrying home to resolve the rage in their lower bodies, so if we pursue unnecessarily, they might truly snap and go crazy.

"We should be satisfied with getting about 300 human corpses. Now's the time to remodel the city."

"Remodel...?"

"Yeah."

I pointed at the fence that seemed ready to collapse any moment. Thanks to human soldiers axing it, the logs were dented, and it looked ready to collapse with just a little force.

"Wooden fences, you know, are like temporary partitions. If the enemy has a mage like Gremory, not just the fence but the entire city could be blown away. Right. This place is now our capital, capital."

Everything would be handled in the dungeon, but at least we needed an aggro-pulling punching bag. Ras Vegas would become a perfect fortress with just a bit more work.

"Hehehe. Damn humans, go ahead and get screwed."

"But Legion Commander, the only materials we have are trees from the forest near the dungeon."

"Don't worry. I have a plan. Since we've started something anyway, let's go all the way. First, for that—"

"Legion Commander!"

One orc soldier rushed to me and knelt. A member of Lancelot's unit who was stabbed in the neck by a knight but came back to life with a magic stone.

"Please rejoice!"

"Uwahahaha!"

"M-my point is, after hearing my full report..."

"What is there to rejoice about! As expected of my daughter. She extracted information right away. Hehe."

What reason could there be for Lancelot to send a subordinate? I gave orders before crossing to my dungeon.

"Arthur, patrol the entire fence and check if the enemy did any engineering anywhere. Especially the eastern fence, check what they did to break through so easily.

Agravain handle the east, Gareth the hole broken through to the north. You're not rebuilding the fence. It reminds me of someone who half-assed the fence construction so they're all automatic doors. Clean up the surroundings for when we properly maintain it later.

Tristan, night watch from the watchtower. Switch with Lune's unit at regular intervals. Harpuia's Harpy Angel unit will conduct regular aerial reconnaissance. Report to me immediately if there's anything unusual. I'll always inform Lune of my whereabouts, so report to Lune.

Percival, as soon as the Slime Dragons recover their strength, make a pit wrapping around all of Ras Vegas below the fence. Don't dig holes toward the river to fill with water. The moat already made to the south can't be helped, but I have something else to fill it with later.

Eila, manage things well so the Ras Vegas residents don't waver. If any bastards try to run away among the residents, send orcs or harpies or Andrases to punish them with Ras.

Andras... aerial reconnaissance with Harpuia. And among the Adult Andras bastards, select feathers from those with many and send them to the residents. If there are any Harpy Angels molting their wings, collect those too. That'll all become your clothes."

The long orders ended. With this, Ras Vegas was fully prepared. I turned toward the portal.

"I'm going to my dungeon's prisoner interrogation room from now on."

Whoooosh.

My vision was entirely dyed in light, and I crossed the portal and returned to Ras Village. The village where the villagers Lily and the hunters had left was utterly desolate.

"Did it end well?"

"Yeah. You both worked hard."

Meri, Lime, and Line, who'd taken on proxy dungeon operation, waited for me from the entrance. Though I'd come and gone from the dungeon several times already due to Bond Summon, only after receiving their welcome did I finally relax.

"As expected, I'm more at ease in the dungeon. No intruders? Alright, let's go in."

"Yes. There are no intruders but..."

Meri trailed off. My heart pounded wondering if someone came as a guest. Like salmon returning home during spawning season, the promised date was now approaching.

"It's a surprise, right? Did Luna come?"

"No. It's not that... Um, Lancelot..."

"Ah. You don't need to worry about that. I already came mentally prepared. You too, but isn't Lancelot also my daughter? We're in sync."

I carried Meri into the dungeon. The reason Meri blocked me from the entrance was only one.

"Meri is kind. Looking after her sister in case something goes wrong. Ah, is this what they call a true tsundere?"

"I don't know what that is, but I don't think so."

I patted the butt of Meri who puffed out her cheeks. Meri was trying to protect Lancelot's secret, worried that if I found out through the system, an awkward situation might occur in various ways.

[Sowing: Seeds sown by #### #### are ripening into fruit.]

[Sowing Target: Lancelot]

[Harvest Time: In 1 day]

"No need to worry at all. I expected this might happen, so I've been mentally prepared since Lancelot was born."

It became even clearer instead. Lancelot is definitely my daughter. I moved my steps toward the tent that had become a temporary prisoner holding facility. Matching the sound of walking footsteps, pounding sounds could be heard all the way here.

"Hup, th-that's... I'm gonna die from how good it feels...!"

"No! Just two more sets, no, three more sets, ahhh... It goes down better when I cum, hngh!"

"I'm back."

"Eek."

"Hup."

The human man and orc woman, Francis(?) and Lancelot were startled looking at me. And I too was startled seeing their position.

"Uh, um."

Lancelot had Francis lying on the ground doing leg raises with his feet over her shoulders, and was doing squats on top of him. Seeing Francis's small thing with only the glans inside Lancelot's vulva, it looked like she was going up and down by the length of the penis.

"...I'll come back later."

Creak. I closed the tent door. The sound of hurriedly putting on clothes inside was too embarrassing.

"Haa."

"...That's why I blocked you."

"No. No. Doing it is fine, just..."

I involuntarily let out a deep sigh.

'My daughter is hellbent on fitness.'

Doing exercise I don't even do these days while screwing. Lancelot suddenly became so scary.

***

Shortly after.

"I won't ask what your real name is, which family's heir you are, what your occupation is, how much wealth you've accumulated, if you have a house, if you can use magic, if you can satisfy our Lancelot, or if it's okay if Lancelot catches another man and brings him in as a second husband."

Francis, properly dressed, hunched his shoulders completely and bowed his head deeply in facing me.

Platinum blonde hair with blue eyes, a youthful face was definitely handsome enough to call a beautiful boy, and even just putting a wig on him, you'd doubt he was a somewhat masculine-looking beauty.

"It's funny to talk like this when just earlier I was charging like I'd kill you, but understand. Lancelot seems to really like you."

Francis was held like a doll by Lancelot. Thanks to that, separate restraints weren't needed, and Lancelot was grinning while holding Francis's hand and fidgeting.

"Lancelot, do you like it that much?"

"Yes, Legion Commander."

"Since the battle's over now, you can call me comfortably."

"If I call you dad, he seems like he'd be jealous. Hmph."

This is what they mean when they say you lose your daughter when she falls in love. I let out a hollow laugh, and Meri hit Lancelot's head with her staff.

"Ow, why'd you hit me?"

"Punishment for teasing dad."

"Dad...? Good lord."

Francis looked back and forth between Meri and me in shock. I threatened Francis with a fierce face.

"What. Why. Got a problem?"

"N-no... Um, if a human is your daughter, then you are indeed a Dungeon Lord...?"

"A dungeon master. Not quite enough to attach the title Lord yet."

Shaman dual class. I corrected Francis's words. For smooth conversation to occur anyway, the atmosphere needed to be comfortable.

"Let's cut to the chase. Where's Brug?"

"I don't know anyone by that name..."

"The owner of this mace you had."

I lifted the mace I'd barely recovered. Lancelot thought I was threatening Francis and hugged him tightly.

"I won't touch what's yours. I just need one piece of information. Where Brug is now."

"By chance, an orc...?"

"Yeah."

I frowned to imitate Brug's expression.

"Brother. Someone who talks like this."

"I don't know that, but."

"An orc stronger than me."

"...I think I know who. But..."

Francis mumbled his answer. It seemed violence would be needed to extract the answer, and I gripped the mace and stood up.

"Stay still, Lancelot. That's an order."

"...Let's make a deal."

"A deal? Do you think you're in a position to make deals?"

"...I'll tell you the whereabouts of the being called Brug you're looking for, so please don't lay hands on your daughter."

"?"

Francis spread both arms with a determined face. I almost laughed at the action that seemed to protect Lancelot but barely held back.

"...She acted out of curiosity. Though she committed sexual acts with me, a human, it was purely out of curiosity, so please don't punish her—"

"What bullshit. That's not a taboo here. We rather encourage it. What delusions are you having alone? I'm not that kind of orc. I'm not someone who'd go 'even if dirt enters my eyes, I won't allow it!!' about what you guys do."

Rather, I encourage it. Though I tried not to check, since it happened anyway, I had no choice but to check the combination that reached the peak of the sowing system.

[Human x Orc]

Union of human male (####) and orc female (Lancelot)

Orc (Warrior) (☆☆☆~☆☆☆☆. 80%)

Orc (Priest) (☆☆☆~☆☆☆☆. 19%)

Orc (???) (☆☆☆☆☆. 1%)

Overwhelming.

Though Lancelot was 3-star, still, I almost felt like stars were descending before my eyes at the overwhelming number of ☆s. Since sowing already occurred, I had no intention of killing Francis.

[#### ####: Lv. 63. ★★★★☆.]

[Currently (Prisoner) status.]

It was uncomfortable that the name and family name kept not appearing, but the level and specs were good, so if the family and wealth were also good, it would be icing on the cake. Deciding to interrogate about his status later, I wanted to confirm what I was most curious about first.

"Good. Deal, I'll accept. I won't touch Lancelot. It's a promise as man to man."

"Good. ...I don't know if it's the orc you call Brug, but I at least know that one orc stronger than you is held prisoner."

Bingo. I cheered inside but tried hard to hide my expression. Though it seemed already late, if I got too happy, wouldn't Francis unmanfully only tell me a little information?

"Currently, he is imprisoned in the County of Aries. He was just about to win in a 1:1 match against the Count who uses a holy sword, but at the last moment, the axe he was using broke. He had a mace in his hand, and if he'd just struck it down toward the holy sword, it would've been over... but he surrendered."

"...? He lost? Just about to win? What do you mean surrendered??"

"I didn't hear exactly, but at the last moment he said this."

Francis told me with a determined face.

"'If I break my brother's weapon borrowed without permission, I'll have no face to see my brother even in death. My defeat, human.' He said..."

"Ugh, this stupid dumbass."

I immediately threw the mace in my hand to the floor. I already didn't like it being made in Forneus's dungeon, but to leave Brug with a defeat made anger rise inside me.

"Geez, fuck, anyway with just a big body and ignorantly stupidly strong, this dumbass. This Forneus-like... ah, cancel that."

"Um, dad?"

"What?"

"Why are you smiling while cursing...?"

"...Ah, right."

I became awkwardly embarrassed for no reason.

"Anyway, he's alive. County of Aries? Hehe, definitely—"

"It's a territory on the exact opposite side beyond the royal capital from here."

"...Francis, looks like you'll have to be a prisoner for a while?"

I kicked the mace rolling it to the wall.

"People shouldn't know I'm racking my brain to conquer the county, right? Hm?"

When Brug is held prisoner now, who cares about a baron?

About a month since escaping Forneus's dungeon.

Conquest of the County of Aries and Brug's rescue.

'Gotta go see father-in-law.'

Our legion's first priority task was decided.

"But what's your name?"

"Ah... It's 'Guinevere Pisces.'"

The captured prisoner was my daughter's destined partner.

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