After being banished by the hero, I decided to join another party – the revival of the legendary hero's team! However, the seductive heroine in her thirties clad in a bikini armor has a mysterious reason why she can't fight! - Episode 15

Some time passed as we surveyed the aftermath, and the scene before us was nightmarish.

Severed heads were scattered across the ground, entrails spilled out of mangled bodies, and the air reeked of death.

Could I ever do something like this? The answer was clear—absolutely not. Maybe against monsters, but never humans.

But why had Aisha chosen a human extermination quest? Wouldn’t goblins or orcs, which constantly had bounties, suffice?

In the midst of over thirty mutilated corpses, Olga stood, her breath heavy, her expression somber.

“Aha… haha… ah… You’ve seen it now, haven’t you? Huff… This is my… flaw,” she said, averting her eyes.

While Olga could handle herself solo without issue, it was painfully clear how difficult it would be for her to join a team. This berserker state was a curse. With her skill and those massive scythes, she could easily cut down seasoned adventurers without a second thought.

“What do you think, Fudra?” Aisha asked, her anxious eyes searching mine.

Olga stood motionless, her shoulders slumped, radiating a sense of defeat.

Could I truly embrace a harem-like lifestyle? I had once looked at Dolman’s harem party with disdain, finding it insincere. That’s why I chose Aisha, seeking a simple, loving life with just the two of us.

But now… what was the right thing to do?

It was obvious that rejecting Olga would hurt Aisha deeply.

After careful consideration, I finally spoke.

“For now, let’s form a party and start by living together. Anything beyond that… let’s take it step by step and get to know each other better first.”

“Is… is that truly alright?” Olga asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Fudra…” Aisha murmured, gratitude evident in her tone.

“I know what it’s like to be cast out of a party. I wouldn’t want anyone to feel that way. Besides, if Aisha cares about you, I’m sure we can manage living together.”

“Thank you! I will do my utmost to serve you from this day forward. I may be unworthy, but I promise to give my all,” Olga said, bowing deeply.

Well… this arrangement was still about living together, right?

“Great. Then tonight, the three of us will share the bed,” Aisha declared, smiling brightly.

Wait—when did the conversation turn into that?

But… if Aisha’s fine with it, I suppose it’s alright.

“Now that you’ve seen Olga’s secret, it’s my turn,” Aisha said, leading us toward a cave known to be inhabited by orcs.

If we were going to a cave, why hadn’t Olga’s demonstration taken place here? Wouldn’t orcs have been a better target than bandits?

“Aisha’s secret? Does she have a flaw too?” Olga asked curiously.

“I heard about the Satan Prince Mother, but does this relate to that?” I added.

“You’ll see soon enough. But no matter what happens, do not fight back. Promise me,” Aisha warned.

“We understand,” Olga and I replied in unison.

Aisha led us into the cave, walking as if it were any ordinary stroll. She showed no signs of caution.

“Bwoooaaaar!”

An orc spotted us, letting out a ferocious roar.

Olga and I instinctively readied ourselves for battle—but the orc merely waved at Aisha and walked away.

“What… was that?” Olga asked, bewildered.

“That was beyond surprising,” I added.

“I told you before, Fudra,” Aisha said. “This is the power of the Satan Prince Mother. As the mother of the current demon prince and future demon king, I’m untouchable to demons and even intelligent monsters. The only ones unaffected are mindless creatures like slimes.”

So, intelligent monsters wouldn’t harm her. That’s… unbelievable.

“That’s… incredible,” I admitted.

“It’s almost surreal,” Olga said.

We continued deeper into the cave, encountering several orcs. Without fail, each one greeted Aisha respectfully before letting us pass.

At the heart of the cave stood a massive orc wearing a crown, flanked by orc knights and archers.

“That’s the Orc King!” I whispered.

Known as the scourge of human women, the sight of the Orc King should have filled me with fear—but I felt nothing of the sort.

“May I take some supplies again?” Aisha asked.

“Of course. Take as much as you like,” the Orc King replied generously.

This was beyond comprehension. Friendly conversations with monsters?

“Thank you. I’ll take you up on your offer,” Aisha said, leading us further inside.

We passed numerous orcs, all treating us with respect, until we reached what seemed to be a storeroom. Bags of gold and silver coins were carelessly piled around.

“Aisha, this is incredible,” Olga said, echoing my thoughts.

“Alright, listen,” Aisha began. “You’re free to take the money and valuables here. However, leave the food and weapons. Those are valuable to the orcs, and taking them might strain our relationship for future visits.”

Aisha’s calm explanation made the surreal situation feel almost ordinary.

Together, the three of us began loading gold and silver coins into our storage bags. Once we had cleared the storeroom, we thanked the Orc King and left the cave.

I still couldn’t fully process what had happened. Without a single fight, we had looted an orc cave, all thanks to Aisha’s unbelievable status as the Satan Prince Mother. In a world where even monsters could become allies, the possibilities seemed limitless.

***

“That’s why we can’t accept any extermination quests involving monsters or demons,” Aisha explained as we stood in the open grasslands outside the cave.

If wealth could be obtained without fighting, there was no reason to engage in unnecessary battles.

However, this also meant we couldn’t take on extermination quests, which were a staple for adventurers.

As a result, we would need to give up on any opportunities for rank promotion tied to combat achievements.

That said, with all of us already holding A-rank status, it wasn’t much of a concern.

“Yeah, you can’t turn your blade against someone—or something—that treats you as an ally,” I said, voicing my agreement.

“Exactly. Oh! That means my bad skill won’t be an issue anymore, right?” Olga asked, her face brightening.

“That’s right,” Aisha replied with a reassuring smile. “If we’re not fighting, it’s no longer a problem.”

With no need to engage in battles, Olga’s berserker skill wasn’t an obstacle for our party.

Still, the sheer power and influence of the Satan Prince Mother ability left me in awe.