Starting with the defeated female knight

Although there was nothing around, she trusted Cecilia's judgment, and a chill ran down her spine.

"Then let's..."

“Listen, Edith.”

Cecilia interrupted her, speaking in a deep voice.

"The demonic tide has already exhausted too much of our strength; we can no longer withstand any more decent battles."

"If we continue to be indecisive, we will most likely all die here."

"So, no matter what happens next, you and they cannot stop until we leave this place."

"Lady Cecilia, you..."

The girl called Edith seemed to want to say something, but after a moment, she nodded.

"it is good."

Upon hearing Edith's reply, Cecilia forced a slightly strained smile, raised her hand, and patted Edith's head.

Then, they stopped.

Ahead on the road, the group was about to pass through.

A tentacle, with an eyeball flowing from it, as if it had emerged from a nightmare, stood there silently.

Dark green eyes swirled as they gazed at the crowd before them, a strange and unsettling black mist swirling around them.

Just looking at it from afar can make people feel uneasy and fearful. Even though it's summer, it feels like falling into an ice cave.

"Walk."

At her command, without any hesitation, Cecilia drew her sword and charged forward, exhausting her already depleted strength, towards the monster before her.

"Seventh Law: Restraint!"

As soon as the words were spoken, golden chains appeared out of thin air, fixing the eerie tentacles from multiple angles.

The next second, the blade burning with golden flames slashed at the tentacle, cutting it in two as easily as a hot knife through butter.

pat, pat.

The severed tentacle bounced around on the ground a couple of times like a salted fish before ceasing its activity.

But Cecilia's expression didn't improve at all after her successful attack; in fact, it got worse.

Because after she succeeded in her attack, accompanied by 'plop' 'plop' sounds, more than a dozen identical tentacles appeared around her like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.

His dark green eyes flowed silently, gazing at her without a trace of emotion.

No, we don't know how many of these things there are. We have to attract their attention so that we can create an opportunity for Edith and the others to leave.

Having made up her mind, Cecilia turned her sword around and cut open her own palm, her blood soaking the blade.

"Law Zero: Broken..."

"Lady Cecilia!"

Edith's sudden exclamation startled Cecilia, who turned around to see a scene that filled her with despair.

Those are tentacles.

Densely packed tentacles.

Tentacles covering the mountains and plains.

They intertwined, wriggled, and entwined like a jungle of flesh and blood, and continued to grow, almost forming a mountain range that enveloped them.

Not to mention leaving, even the sky is obscured by their shadows.

despair.

That's the only description in everyone's heart at this moment.

Even so, Cecilia quickly regained her senses, gritted her teeth, and prepared to continue her sacrifice.

Although reason told her that there was no way to turn the tide, she still had to try... Hmm?

She suddenly felt a slight touch on her other shoulder, as if someone was waving to her with their fingers.

Under normal circumstances, she would never have turned back, but the continuous battles, her depleted strength, and the mental pollution caused by the tentacles made her subconsciously look in the direction where she was being touched in a daze.

But there was no one there, only a tentacle with a mouthpart.

The moment she turned around, pink mist rushed towards her, and within seconds, she released her grip on the sword and fell backward.

Then, it was firmly wrapped around a tentacle and dragged into the nearby jungle of tentacles.

Get some sleep first.

Green thought, then tears welled up in his eyes as he looked at the blonde girl who was tightly clutching the Holy Scripture, trying her best to remain normal, but whose legs were trembling.

【very good】

Next, it's your turn.

The jungle of tentacles began to flow.

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P.S.: New author, new book, please recommend and add to your favorites!

Book 1: Chapter 2: Man is a thinking tentacle

Cecilia had a dream.

In her dream, she returned to her hometown, a poor and backward village on the border of the empire, with a bad environment, but it was her favorite village.

Her father was a hunter and her mother was a seamstress. They were considered to be relatively well-off in the village, and the family had a harmonious atmosphere and loved her very much.

Her good family background gave her a very happy and fulfilling childhood, perhaps even too fulfilling.

On Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, he teases cats and dogs; on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays, he causes trouble; on Sundays, he sneaks into church to eat communion, gets caught, and manages to get away with it—only to be met with a double whammy of punishment from his parents when he gets home.

Although she was a bit mischievous, she had never done anything truly malicious. In fact, she would use her precocious and well-developed body to help with various tasks and stand up for the bullied children in the village. So, despite her troublesome behavior, everyone in the village liked her quite a bit and took good care of her.

That was the happiest time of her life.

Until the outbreak of the demonic tide.

Thick fog, wailing, and death.

All she remembers is running away, constantly fleeing amidst her father's urging and her mother's shouts.

Then, in her panic, she lost her footing and fell into a narrow crevice, where she lost consciousness.

When she woke up again, she was greeted by a pair of sapphire-like eyes that blinked at her and then exclaimed in surprise.

"There are survivors here!"

Rescue, treatment, inquiry.

Join the church, pass the trials, become a Discipline Knight, and then a Chief Knight.

A lot happened during this period, some good and some bad.

She helped many people and killed quite a few. In addition to her own growth, she also witnessed the ugliness within the church and realized that the church was not as good as she thought. She even considered confronting some people in the church at one point.

But it was around that time that she met Edith.

Despite her noble birth, she lacked the bad temper of a spoiled young lady; despite her exceptional talent, she never became arrogant or complacent.

He is polite to superiors and approachable to inferiors. He possesses abilities and decisiveness beyond his years. Although still young, he has already accumulated considerable prestige and is currently a candidate for the Holy See. In a few years, it is not impossible for him to compete for the highest seat in the Church.

If Edith were to actually sit in that position, perhaps the problems within the church would...

So Cecilia put aside her own sharpness and focused on nurturing and teaching Edith, placing all her hopes on her.

Edith worked hard and learned quickly. What pleased her even more was that her heart remained kind and upright from beginning to end, even after witnessing the darkness.

Then, the night before departure arrived.

Cecilia heard about the strange occurrences at the border and the risk of a demonic surge, so she accepted the mission.

This is a tough job. The business trips are long, the pay is low, and even if the investigation is successful, it's not considered a great achievement. If it happens to coincide with a demonic tide, you could die on the spot.

Therefore, Cecilia originally did not intend to bring Edith along on this mission.

Edith herself approached Cecilia after hearing about her situation, and through persistent pleading and cajoling, she managed to force her to agree.

And this back-and-forth went on from afternoon until evening. Considering there were many things to prepare and instruct, she simply let Edith stay in her room so they could have more time to talk...

Ok?

After finally finishing her instructions and turning off the lights to go to sleep, in her drowsy state, a pair of soft, white hands reached out from behind and wrapped around her waist.

"...What's wrong, Edith?"

"Lady Cecilia, your body feels so warm..."

Her little hands wrapped around her even tighter, as if something was getting closer, accompanied by gasps and warm breaths brushing against her earlobes.

"And it smells so good..."

As soon as he finished speaking, his previously dazed consciousness instantly cleared.

For the first time, that beautiful face, which could remain calm even when facing death, revealed an expression of utter terror, and her voice even began to stutter.

"Edith, you, no, don't..."

Her little hands began to move restlessly, and her voice gradually softened, transforming into the very image that Cecilia feared most.

"What's wrong, Lady Cecilia? Isn't everyone like this?"

"Edith, please, don't..."

At least, don't say that.

Otherwise, she really didn't know how she would survive in this church full of gay and lesbian people if even Edith, whom she trusted most, betrayed her.

Yes, just as she said before, the reason she trusted Edith so much was because of her kindness and integrity.

It's mainly straight.

but......

"I do not want."

The smooth little hand moved downwards, firmly fixing her in the center of the nightmare, leaving her no way to escape.

“I’ve been holding back for a long time, and I don’t want to hold back any longer, so I have to speak out.”

“I like you, Miss Cecilia.”

......

"don't want--"

boom!

Cecilia, who had just woken up from a nightmare, suddenly sat up, only to be pulled back by a tentacle.

Why are you yelling so loudly?

Grimm, who was focused on fiddling with Cecilia's armor, was startled by her sudden shout. He then extended his tentacles and stared at Cecilia, who was panting in the tentacled nursery, with a somewhat puzzled look in his eyes.

To be honest, he could understand why the woman suddenly started screaming. After all, if he were still human and suddenly opened his eyes to see a bunch of tentacles, he would probably scream too.

But to his surprise, after he pulled her back, the woman didn't show any pain or fear on her face; instead, she looked somewhat...

Fortunately?

"Thank goodness, it was just a nightmare..."

Cecilia gasped for breath, her face showing an expression of relief, and muttered to herself.

"I knew it, Edith could never be that kind of child, never..."

After muttering to herself for a while, temporarily freeing herself from the fear brought on by the nightmare, Cecilia finally came to her senses and noticed her predicament.

She was lying on a soft seedbed woven from tentacles, her armor and weapons gone.

The dirty, dusty, and sweaty undergarment was taken off and thrown on the ground not far away. In its place was a simple dress soaked in a sticky liquid, clinging tightly to her body and outlining a beautiful silhouette. With the slightest movement, it would make a 'gurgling' sound.

But to Green's surprise, Cecilia did not panic or scream. Instead, she reached into her clothes, scooped up a sticky liquid with her fingers, held it in front of her, observed it for a while, looked at the eyeball tentacle in front of her, and after some mental preparation, spoke softly.