Shortly after.

We resolved the situation and stood before the summoning facility with bodies clean and neatly arranged. Tentacle Drasil hid Amur tightly, and Gremory ultimately crossed over to the main body and took her sap-covered clone inside.

"Then summoning."

I received the dark ink-colored egg. Subordinates all discussed whether a warrior resembling mother or a priest resembling father would be born. Subordinates debated whether a warrior should be born to operate Lancelot's unit during pregnancy, or there should be someone using shamanism even as an orc priest.

"Either way, gotta crack it to know."

Gugugu.

The summoning circle began turning purple. No matter how low the grade of the child—grandson—being born, it didn't matter. Just hoping they'd grow healthy and have a happy Ras life. I wasn't disappointed even if the summoning circle turned purple.

"Mm... probably 2-star... well, 2-star isn't bad either."

The moment I spoke, the summoning circle's light began sparkling. It was the effect when 3-star appeared, and I naturally clapped.

"Right! Should be at least 3-star!"

"Master, you're so different from earlier."

"If being born anyway, better to be born with one more star!!"

[Notice: Huh, what's happening to the summoning circle?]

Whooom.

Purple mist disappeared from the summoning circle and rainbow light masses gradually began filling that place. Effects with gold particles fluttering like mist were effects I'd never seen before.

"...Was it like this when 4-star Percival hatched?"

"I don't think so...?"

Flaaaash.

Rainbow light and golden light simultaneously stopped moving. The light mass settled on the floor spread throughout the entire summoning circle, and soon light masses began rising like a whirlpool. In its center appeared an orc wrapped in white light.

"...Huh?"

Height about 160cm, slightly less. Skin was green but hair black. But what caught our attention most was the black suit. The orc wearing a black gentleman's suit like modern salarymen would typically wear even had a black trench coat over the suit. His tie was dark green with a cross shape embedded in the center.

"...Hello, Legion Commander."

The orc made the sign of the cross and bowed to me. His voice was so fine it could bewitch people.

"My name is Galahad."

The gentleman adjusted the glasses on his face and smiled.

"I'm a servant of the Goddess."

"...Yeah."

[Galahad: ★★★★★]

Mother: Lancelot

Level: 1 / 100

Species: Orc

Age: 17

Gender: Male

Rank: U

Birth: Grimshek's Dungeon

Affiliation: Grimshek's Dungeon

Class: Orc Paladin

Apparently I'd pulled something incredible, and Lancelot and Guinevere's compatibility seemed outstanding.

"Let me ask one thing. What do you think about honor?"

"Honor..."

Galahad fiddled with his tie's cross pattern and smiled.

"I believe honor makes the orc."

***

Orc Paladin.

About who exactly the god he served was, and about his divine power, we briefly debated.

"Master. Even if Galahad is your blood relative, if he professes to be a servant following the Goddess, as demons we have no choice but to think about various things."

"Divine power is fatal to demons. Weak ones die just from grazing. You said you experienced it directly last time, right?"

Shaitan and Gremory—the demons—actively showed reluctance about Galahad's 'Paladin' class. Having directly felt the Goddess's power while facing Luna, I was also in quite a difficult position.

A member of the Demon King's army, and a member of Ras's army praising the Goddess and using that power on humans? Would the Goddess even allow that?

But if there's an opposing side, there's naturally a supporting side. Of course Lancelot, the closest blood relative, took the lead covering for Galahad.

"What are you saying?! Are you saying my son has to leave this dungeon because of that?! Dad, if, if that happens...!"

"I won't kick him out so don't rush already."

"...Yes. But Dad. The mothers are already saying that."

"Mothers..."

Shaitan was wholesaled as mothers but said nothing. I also gave no particular correction. Those mothers worrying about Galahad's power was all worrying about our entire dungeon, so I could fully understand.

"But is that what concerns you most?"

But for me, there was something even harder to understand than the power's origin. Galahad truly had a gentleman-like appearance, but his facial features, physique, and various things made one doubt gender identity.

"Is Galahad really male?"

"Dad, what do you... mm..."

Everyone fell into thought at my question. The problem of using the Goddess's power became a secondary issue.

"...Really male?"

"The height's too short. Compared to other orcs."

"Didn't you hear Master? The system says male."

"But that... face..."

[Galahad]

Gender: Male

Right. That male. Male. If my blood orc relatives, they all carried fury sacks on their lower halves. But directly confirming that was somewhat bothersome. No, honestly, extremely noticeable.

"Hehe."

Galahad only smiled awkwardly at the skeptical gazes surrounding him. That smile was purer and more beautiful than most women, like a single flower petal.

"...."

Lancelot's beauty, arguably the most beautiful, mixed with Guinevere's boyish appearance, becoming a being only claiming male gender. Was this male, or a beautiful boy?

"Ah. I see. So this is called otokonoko."

Dress him slightly androgynously and people would mistake him for female, and the moment he cross-dressed, he'd capture many orcs'—no, many men's hearts. Even wearing a full suit with style, Galahad's charm could thoroughly fulfill 5-star value.

"Galahad. May I directly confirm your wrath?"

"If I can prove my honor."

Galahad had no hesitation. But other subordinates blocked me.

"Master! Even so, directly confirming that is...!"

"Right, Dad! If checking, I'll do it as the mom!"

"I'm sorry but I decline, Mother. Your eyes are dangerous."

"...."

Lancelot's expression immediately turned fierce. Like a criminal caught with wicked desires, and Galahad distanced himself from Lancelot.

"Other people are fine but I decline Mother."

"Why whyyy!!"

"Because Mother is looking at me with the same eyes looking at Father."

I immediately turned and blocked Galahad's front. Other subordinates also subtly took positions protecting Galahad, and even Guinevere locked arms with Lancelot and shook her head.

"N-no! Dad, would I touch my son?!"

"Of course. Would you touch the son you painfully birthed? But your eyes were quite strange earlier."

"Right. Those were Master's eyes when trying to devour me."

Only Guinevere stood by Lancelot's side. But even Guinevere only tried calming Lancelot.

"Then, just leave the son alone... rather take me..."

Strange to express as priest-like, but Guinevere decided to sacrifice herself. Lancelot's lips twitched as she held Guinevere in her arms like a doll.

"I swear. I definitely won't do weird things to my son."

"Instead doing it to husband."

"He's my husband so this much is fine!"

"Right. Galahad, seems safe to come out now."

Finally, only after separating Lancelot far away with Guinevere did Galahad straighten his clothes and catch his breath. Though high grade, immediately behind in level, seemed best to have him trained through Eila.

"Sorry, Galahad. I said unnecessary things."

"No, Legion Commander. But I also don't wish to keep being mistaken for a woman. For my honor too, I'm prepared to prove myself."

Galahad even grabbed his belt buckle, burning with determination. But I had to consider Galahad. If paternal and maternal genes combined influenced Galahad, I couldn't help but think of Guinevere's size.

"Galahad, let's just quietly go somewhere and check. Okay?"

"That can't be. Legion Commander, this way my honor as a man will fall to the ground."

"Ugh... why did I bring it up first."

"I'm confident. Rather, I'm self-assured. Please trust me."

While everyone swallowed, I finally found a way for Galahad to prove his own honor. Direct showing might be shameful, so maybe there's another method...

"Ah."

I revealed the idea that came to mind to Galahad. Galahad looked slightly appalled, but soon nodded and turned his body.

"Rasil!!"

Tentacle Drasil, stuck to the wall like decoration in the corner, began moving. The writhing body trembled again, and lifted one root strand.

"Dad! What are you doing to our son!!"

"...Indeed, I understand Master's intention well."

At Shaitan's too serious voice, everyone's gazes fixed on Shaitan. Shaitan pulled out a notebook and even started taking notes.

"Master's seeds have quite active energy, but naturally born 5-star seeds could mass-produce tremendous troops."

"That's not the intention. Watch closely."

I ordered Tentacle Drasil to extend two tentacle branches. Both looked exactly like my thing, and from the part corresponding to my root base, the thickness thinned while clearly showing its form.

"Now, this is the form when I'm fully enraged."

I grabbed the tentacle branch and swung it left and right. Subordinates swallowed at Tentacle Drasil's dildo-like tentacle branches, alternately looking between the branch and my lower half.

"...Seeing it like this, Master's really..."

"Damn big actually. Bast... ahem."

"Not to brag about mine, but Tentacle Drasil can manifest things linked to roots exactly on tentacle branches. Rasil. Can you show Galahad's alone on this strand?"

Gurgle.

Tentacle Drasil curled the branch round. The root was already placed before Galahad, greeting Galahad with the hole wide open.

Rustle, rustle.

Before I could say anything, Galahad's pants were near his shoes. Lower body only showed around calves, hidden by the coat. Galahad lowered his hands forward, and everyone swallowed.

Gulp.

Tentacle Drasil's root also swallowed Galahad's fury. Insertion to measure, not to swallow essence, could quickly prove Galahad's fury. The tentacle branch looking exactly like my thing stayed as is, while the tentacle branch beside it gradually began changing shape.

Glug, glug.

"...Wow, truly ★★★★★."

Even I could only admire the size. Form, thickness, size. Nothing lacked compared to mine—exactly resembling. Is this called genetic reversion?

"Truly a paladin."

No one could deny Galahad's masculinity anymore. Galahad smiled brightly with a girl-like face.

***

Shortly after.

With Lime's help, Galahad, having wiped Tentacle Drasil's root sap, sat back down with an indifferent face. Confirmation of his masculinity was done for everyone, so now it was time to judge about being a 'servant of the Goddess.'

"Confirmed he can use divine power. Galahad is only orc by species—no real difference from the Goddess Church's Holy Knights."

Shaitan and Guinevere confirmed Galahad's divine power.

Whether having someone using the Goddess's power in Ras's army was right, it was time to decide.

"Definitely attractive power but if caught we're totally screwed."

"Other demons will react most strongly. Might think conspiring with humans."

"They'll attack saying 'that's right'? If Galahad's caught using divine power, he becomes public enemy of the demon world."

Solomon would be happy using the Goddess's power to destroy the human alliance, but would other demons stay still? Otherwise, had to devote Galahad purely only to defense.

"Some method... ah."

A good idea came to mind.

"Galahad."

"Yes."

"You said you're a Goddess worshiper, right? Then definitely can use divine power?"

"Of course."

"...Then."

I told subordinates the hypothesis that crossed my mind.

"Hey, he's an orc but can't he use the Holy Sword?"

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