Goblin Kingdom (Part 1)

Chapter 9: Zenobia's Follower

TL Note: I translated this early because it's like really short. As in 1027 words short. (Excluding the extra notes)Also, the skills, stats, and the likes are copy pasted across the chapters, so if you spot something wrong in those, please comment it immediately as it'll become quite troublesome if it gets carried over to later chapters. Thanks in advance.

Mistranslation:
I misread　魂(soul)　for 鬼(demon)... *scratches head. Sorry about that guys. As a result <<prowling demon>> will be changed to <<wandering soul>>.

[Race] Goblin
[Level] 43
[Class] Noble; King of a Group
[Possessed Skills] <<Commander of a Group>> <<Defiant Will>> <<Overpowering Howl>> <<Swordsmanship C+>> <<Avarice>> <<Wandering Soul>>
[Divine Protection] Goddess of the Underworld, Altesia
[Attributes] Darkness, Death

"Ku... Monster!"

The female swordsman's hair was red like lilies, flowing, as she hurled insults towards me one after another. Perhaps she's noticed it already. That there's no longer anything she can do. And with no other path left, she's resorted to attacking me mentally. Or then again, she might simply be trying to rid the anxiety of the person behind her.

"Come!"

The thickets swayed, and my subordinates came out group by group. They then gathered around the surviving humans, rose their voices as if to threaten, and began hitting the ground with their clubs.

Watching that scene, the humans' blood left their faces, and they became pale in fear.

Now, how should I play with these?

As I thought that to myself, the nun the female swordsman was covering caught my attention.

Light overflowed from the girl's hands, wrapping the unconscious axe-wielding man in light. As that light wrapped the man, the flowing blood stopped.

"Let solace be blesseth to all (Heal)."

At that moment, I was watching in fascination as I looked on from the side at the nun whose eyes were closed.

It was as if all of man's greed had vanished in that instant. An inhuman elegance that mustn't be trampled.

It was before my very eyes. Yet it felt as if I couldn't reach her even if I were to reach out my hands. A height that was beyond my reach.

I want you.

The stretching hand from that sea of longing grasped my entrails, jolting my entire being, and bringing me down to the ground.

I was brought down to my knees, my head, bowed, and my posture prostrated before her feet.

If only...

If I could only pluck that flower, then...

Even if my dreams were to be –

I strongly shut my eyes and shook my head to those resounding thoughts.

Someone is interfering with my thoughts. It's making me nauseous.

The screams of grief and lamentation lashed out against me, causing my brain felt like it could burst to flames at any moment.

Longing, longing for my beloved, that seemingly endless anguish of madness that is desire tightened itself around my neck, strangling me.

"Who are you!?"

Filled with hatred, I stared at that unseen being.

It was penetrating into my brain fluids! Into my soul even, directly assaulting my very being, I could not help but hold my head in pain as I unsheathed my sword.