Not far away, a figure could be seen fighting against a group of orcs.
From time to time, the figure would flash a smile of pure euphoria—almost enough to mistake it for that of a bloodthirsty maniac.
As Reik fought, he suddenly paused, as if noticing something, and glanced around.
"Eh? Where's Olga?" he murmured softly, effortlessly dodging the orcs' attacks.
'So it didn't work the way I thought… the chat didn't teleport me near her,' he clicked his tongue in annoyance.
Even his plan to fake a summoning now felt pointless.
Reik glanced at the orcs and sighed.
"What a shame… I wanted to keep playing with you guys, but I have a queen to save."
He wiped the blood splattered across his face.
'At least it dropped me near the Dark Elf territory… I should hurry. Better avoid any… accidents.'
After finishing off the orcs with nothing but his bare fists, he nodded in satisfaction.
'Coming to this world was a good idea. Fighting these orcs helped refine my combat style… something I could never achieve back home. Most people there are just normal humans… and ghosts aren't the same. Fighting them is more about endurance than strength…'
'Well… I've got a beautiful queen to save.'
Dropping into a quadrupedal stance, Reik dashed forward at incredible speed.
Inside a castle corridor, a shadow moved swiftly, avoiding guards with ease.
"I heard they took those elf women to the throne room to have fun with them," one guard said with a wicked grin.
"Tch, I heard after the ogres are done, it'll be our turn. And here we are stuck guarding…" another complained.
"Shut up and do your job. Besides, I heard once the boss finishes with the queen, we'll get a turn too… hehe, I wonder how royalty tastes compared to commoners," a third added with a lewd smile.
"Hehehe, I can't wai—"
Slash.
Before he could finish, blood sprayed into the air.
Three heads fell to the ground.
"Damn… that was brutal," Reik muttered, tossing aside the sword he had picked up along the way.
Then, without stopping, he continued forward—his movements wild, animalistic.
Minutes later, he finally reached the throne room.
From a distance, he saw two dark elves surrounded by soldiers and two ogres. Not far behind them stood another group, watching the scene unfold with amusement.
One of the elves held a sword, desperately trying to protect the other—the one who carried an unmistakable noble aura.
Reik narrowed his eyes dangerously.
He had already decided.
Olga would be his.
And anyone laying hands on what he claimed…
'Mph… they're courting death.'
Still, instead of rushing in recklessly, he carefully scanned the area.
"Even if I'm confident… if I want to avoid trouble, Olga is the key," he muttered.
'She's supposed to be a powerful mage… but that collar is suppressing her abilities.'
'And that guy Vault… he has a mage under him.'
Another reason to act fast.
Inside the throne room, Olga Discordia—the former Queen—maintained a cold, indifferent expression.
But inside…
She was breaking.
Despair, fear, and helplessness flooded her thoughts.
"Look at the mighty queen of the dark elves! Soon she'll be nothing more than a slave for our pleasure!" one ogre laughed.
"I've got an idea. Why don't we enjoy her first while the humans deal with her guard?" said the other.
"Careful. If the leader finds out, we'll be lucky if we're only castrated. He wants her first," the first warned.
"Tch… fine. Then we'll ask for her sister next—Mistoria Arte. Hehehe…"
"That's a great idea."
Grinning, the ogre stepped forward.
Both of them wore disgusting smiles.
Their intent was obvious.
"Stay away from me, you filthy creatures!" Olga shouted.
Her voice remained cold—
But inside, she was terrified.
"Your Majesty!" Chloe cried, trying to rush forward, only to be restrained by the soldiers.
Olga closed her eyes.
Accepting her fate.
One meter.
That was all that remained between her… and despair.
Seconds passed.
But nothing happened.
Slowly, she opened her eyes.
Before her stood a man.
Young in appearance… yet his body radiated overwhelming strength—muscles defined even beneath his clothes.
At his feet…
The two ogres lay dead.
Their necks twisted unnaturally.
'…He's… handsome… and powerful…'
A faint blush appeared on her face.
As if remembering something, she quickly checked the chat.
[Reik]: I'm not late, am I… Miss Olga?
Her eyes widened.
So this was him.
Reik.
The man from the chat.
"Thank you… for coming to save me," Olga said, her voice trembling as tears welled in her eyes.