<h4>Volume 3, Chapter 217 - Negotiations for an Alliance 2 (1/2)</h4>


    Mira Vi Burnen was a 17 years old girl. A blooming maiden before whom even the flowers blushed. Blessed with beauty and a unique lineage, and an appearance further polished by the day, it was not at all embarrassing for her to appear before others. But although no fault could be found in her as a princess, she currently stood at the crossroad of her life.


    Before her was a giant goblin, whose stature was four heads taller with muscles bulging, upon which was a head with dazzling blood- colored eyes that could stare a man to death. From his mouth could be seen fangs peeking. Each sharp enough to tear apart her flesh.


    When Mira thought of those things sinking into her flesh, she couldn’t help but shiver.


    She thought to herself. It wasn’t like she was going to be killed. She was just going to have to y the harlot a little… Pour him a drink, cuddle close, seduce him… When Mira’s thoughts reached that point, her downcast eyes looked up at the goblin a little.


    Why did she have to ask the two of them to be left alone? Mira immediately regretted her decision. The giant goblin believes that Mira had something she wants to talk to him about. His red eyes were glued to her. Mira resolved herself. She had to do everything she could even if she had to push herself.


    “I-I-It sure is— Hot. Today isn’t it?”


    “…Really?”


    What am I saying? Mira thought to herself as she kept down the urge to face-palm right there and then. She needed to find a topic and


    find favor from the goblin. But when she started thinking about it, she realized that she had no idea how goblin brains worked. As she desperately racked her head for a topic they could both rte to, an idea came to mind.


    “What do goblins normally eat?”


    “…Surely meat.”


    An audible gulp resounded in the room.


    Does that include human meat? Mira wondered, but she was too scared to ask. Suddenly, it felt like those giant fangs peeking out of the goblin’s mouth was sparkling.


    “R-Right…”


    Mira’s eyes started swimming out of her control. If the Goblin King were to confirm her fears and say ‘I would eat you too’, she probably wouldn’t be able to resist. When such a bloody image shed through her mind, she shook her head, trying to brush it away.


    “If you feel bad, I can call someone over.”


    “No. Please don’t. I implore you.”


    She mustn’t show an unsightly appearance here, Mira scolded herself as she stood up from her chair. Though her hands and feet were shaking, she was somehow able to smile and say,


    “L-L-Look. I’m perfectly fine.”


    “That’s good to hear then… So, what was it that you wished to ask of


    me?”


    Sensing that the goblin before her was not happy, she desperately did her best to calm herself down. Unfortunately, the resulting image as she turned around was rather awkward.


    As far as the Goblin King was concerned, he merely said those words, so he could allow this sickly young girl to be able to excuse herself sooner rather thanter. An act of kindness on his part. Unfortunately, he had forgotten how terrifying his current visage was, which was that of a monster above monsters. Although the Goblin King had forgotten that one important tidbit, it would’ve still been fine if he were dealing with the goblins, whom he ruled over, but a human who has never made contact with the goblins, much less a princess raised on flower and honey, was simply asking for a disaster.


    If even the orcs would retreat in fear upon witnessing the Goblin King’s visage, what more a young flower? It would have been stranger were she able to talk to him normally.


    Of course, there are exceptions, such as Shumea and Yoshu. But neither of them should ever be used as a standard for expectations. The woman had balls of steel and her younger brother was just too busied with work all his life to give a damn anymore. Using them as a standard would simply be doing injustice to poor Mira.


    Though the Goblin King’s knitted brows actually meant he was perplexed, Mira interpreted that to mean that he was displeased with her. With no time left, Mira decided to pull out her trump card.


    —If you push a man down and let him grope your breasts, the rest will follow. You should try it too when you grow up.


    That was one of the words of wisdom given to her by her uninhibited mother. Right now those words served as a kind of encouragement that pushed her from the back.


    Ah, whatever! I don’t care anymore! Mira thought as she lunged toward the Goblin King and embraced his huge arm. After shedding all appearances, she did as her mother told her and pushed her


    breasts, whose size was emphasized by her tight corset, and pushed them onto the hard skin of the goblin.


    She wrapped her two arms around the Goblin King’s arm, and pushed her breasts into it.


    Unfortunately, her mother never told her what came next. Try as she might to ask her mother in her memories, no answer came. Meanwhile, the Goblin King just looked at her, wondering what was up. Their gazes met.


    “…”


    “…”


    They stared at each other wordlessly, both very confused.


    This goblin is weird, thought Mira.


    This girl is weird, thought the Goblin King.


    I’ve pushed my breasts into you like this and your not showing any reaction? Mira tilted her head in confusion.


    Why is she suddenly hugging my arm? The Goblin King titled his head in confusion.


    Because of this the Goblin King calmly decided to himself that he had thought too highly of her.


    “What… are you doing?” The Goblin King solemnly asked.


    “Umm…”


    Naturally, Mira couldn’t juste out and say that she was using her body to try and seduce him. Mira unnaturally averted her gaze from the Goblin King’s. She looked like a poorly made doll as she looked away.


    In response, the Goblin King looked at her back as if he might be able to see something. The Goblin King began to wonder if perhaps he simply couldn’t feel it, but the god of the Kushain Believers, Kushain, was in fact controlling the girl.


    But try as he might, he really couldn’t find any trace of that pressure from the gods that could push him down. If so, then what could this girl possibly want? The Goblin King once again looked at Mira.


    “…Hmm.”


    If he couldn’t feel anything from the gods on her, then she must be acting on her own ord. But why? The Goblin King wondered as he looked down at her from above.


    Her white skin could be seen peeking out from the tip of her shoulders. Her corset bound her body tightly and emphasized her breasts. Her slender arms that were wrapped around his arm seemed fragile and pale to the point that it felt as if the sun had never touched it. And her short skirt, allowed her white legs to expose themselves.


    “Could it be?”


    After the Goblin King’s thoughts reached this point, he finally touched upon the possibility.


    The Goblin King had tacitly rejected Pale’s suggestion that the humans might be trying to lure him into a honey trap.


    But perhaps she was right, and this girl was in fact nning to tell everyone that he attacked her, so that she might be able to rekindle their fighting spirit and make her people fight him once more… No. That didn’t make sense. Just as Pale said, if they killed everyone here, any ims she makes would be rendered meaningless.


    The Goblin King pondered once again and looked at the situation from an outsider’s perspective.


    A young maiden was wearing clothes that exposed much of her skin and was currently hugging the arm of a man. Though a monster, the Goblin King was still a man. If so, then…


    “…Are you trying to seduce me?”