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[30th Round] Mollan Documentary

“Mollan!”

“Mollan?”

“Mollan!”

“Mollan.”

“Mollan.”

Master Mollan and the Mollansoft Chairman began to talk in earnest after coming down from the arms of two beauties.

I wanted to listen to their probably informative conversation, but I couldn’t understand them since they used the language of a very high-level race.

I decided to ask Ssosia instead.

“Do you know what they’re talking about, cowardly wife?”

“No. I apologize, dear husband, but I’m not a slime, am I?”

“What did you even do when you went to study abroad?”

“I already told you that before. After graduating from the Department of Computer Science at Mollan Academy, one of the most prestigious universities in the universe, I obtained a second-level creative engineer certificate on the planet El Mollando.”

“When did that happen? Hmm. Since you were younger then…”

“Wait! It’s rude to guess the age of a lady! All you need to know is that the skills I learned while studying abroad have been incorporated into the 4th curriculum of the Fantasy System.”

“Then it hasn’t been that long.”

“Right. I’m still young and fresh!”

Her adolescence lasting for hundreds of thousands of years was questionable, but I decided not to think about it anymore.

My wife was a young demon who had only been out of college for thousands of years.

… From a human’s perspective, that was an insane and unbelievable figure.

“What about Master Mollan?”

“I already talked to you about this before.”

“I didn’t listen properly back then.”

“Oh. Well, a friend at the Mollan Academy’s dorm gave it to me as a graduation gift since their kind acts as a guardian talisman to protect their owner from and with the Mollan Fleet. You’ve seen how the stupid First Hero stopped attacking before.”

“Yeah.”

I remembered almost being killed by Fugitive Senior’s surprise, but I was able to survive with the dignity of Master Mollan.

“If you harass a Mollan, the Mollan Fleet will be dispatched. The Mollanroid Corps you were just fighting against would destroy not only the culprit but also their planet itself in such cases.”

“Woah.”

They suddenly became terrifying.

Lanuvel bullied Master Mollan in the past, after all.

At that time, if the benevolent Master Mollan didn’t put up with it, the Mollanroid Corps would have destroyed Fantasy in my second round.

Ssosia continued.

“Still, in El Mollando, there are many households that raise Mollans. I didn’t have one since I was a redneck. Moreover, Mollan breeding was strictly prohibited, so I couldn’t get it other than from official stores. However, it was also forbidden to sell them recklessly…”

“Get to the point.”

“Uh… My dorm friend raised a Mollan and gave it to me as a gift. I’m talking about it now because it’s already a thing of the past, but it was clearly illegal.”

At that time, a mollanroid interrupted our conversation.

“It wasn’t illegal, Lady Ssosia.”

“Huh?”

“Greetings. I’m a brave Mollan Pilot. According to human culture, I am the 57th direct descendant of Mollan No. 314.”

“Hey. That’s a prestigious family.”

Ssosia nodded, seemingly finding it interesting.

I was in the same boat.

A brave Mollan.

What bothered me quite a bit was that he was a Mollanroid pilot.

“Where are you?”

“In a Mollan Ship. we are remotely controlling the 1st squad of the 47th Rural Border Post’s 173rd Infantry Regiment.”

“This is only one squad…?”

I wasn’t familiar with modern military terminology, but I was once the emperor of one of Fantasy’s empires.

I knew how small a squad was, at least.

“No, this is a battalion. A lot of troops have been sent to deal with you. The scale that I can remotely operate simultaneously is limited to 100,000. There aren’t many Mollanroid pilots around, unfortunately…”

His voice was so flat that I couldn’t tell if it was humility or deception. Even if there were only ten of them, they could probably destroy Earth within an hour…

“Hey, Pilot. Since you interrupted our conversation, please translate what they’re talking about over there.”

“You won’t understand even if I did.”

“What? What makes you say that?”

“Because you, a wretched redneck, won’t be able to comprehend the ecology and dynamism of Mollans.”

“Try me.”

“… Fine. The root of all Mollans is divided into two main parts. The Emperor and the Pope. You can think of them as science and magic. The Emperor’s people, which makes up about 90% of Mollans, keep other races as pets. The Pope’s descendants, on the other hand, live as pets of other races. However, blessed by the Martial God, they’re given excellent overall abilities.”

Huh. I couldn’t even understand half of it.

“What about you?”

“I’m a descendant of the Emperor.”

“Then do you also own a pet?”

“Of course.”

The mollanroid answered, displaying a hologram.

Pop!

“… This beautiful woman?”

“Yes. She’s an Erof named Cresha Celebris, and will already be 65 years old this year, a childbearing age. Born from my predecessor’s pet, even if there are some quirky corners, she does make me pretty cute.”

“I can see that.”

One would look cute no matter what they looked like if they were in the arms of a big-breasted elf!

Erof.

According to Ssosia’s explanation, their race was closely related to the elves living in Fantasy.

Their lifespan was shorter at around 1,000 years, but their overall physical abilities and fertility were quite excellent…

Elf King Elfheim would’ve welcomed them with open arms if he learned of their existence.

“Can I finish my explanation?”

“Sure.”

“All Mollans are equal, but we pride ourselves on our ancestors and elders being superior to any other race. Mollans are categorized in this way.”

“Hmm.”

Did they classify their kind by age rather than ability?

It was surprisingly primitive for a science-based civilization.

As I thought about it, the brave Mollan pilot staying in the pretty Erof’s chest continued to speak.

“As the 57th generation Mollan, I have fifty-seven ancestors, including His Majesty, the founder.”

“The chairman over there?”

Having three Providences, he was a monster.

“Yes. Born to the 0th generation Emperor, he became the most dignified Mollan and built a company in charge of military supplies for the Mollan Corps. Considering that the Mollan Pope belongs to that same first generation as well, he is a heaven among the heavens.”

“There doesn’t seem to be a lot of them.”

“I don’t know the exact number since that’s classified information, but it doesn’t exceed hundreds.”

“…”

Hundreds of monsters like him live in this universe?

I lost my fighting spirit.

“Looking at the expression on your face, I am proud that you, as a redneck, seem to have understood the greatness of the Mollansoft Chairman after hearing my explanation.”

“What about Master Mollan?”

“Oh, the Mollan your partner raised? According to their conversation, he’s from the 3rd generation. For reference, the 3rd generation of the Mollan Emperor serves as our Division Commander.”

“Woah.”

“But he’s a descendant of the Pope, not the Emperor. Our society treats the 0th generation Emperor and the 1st generation Pope as progenitors on equal footing. In other words, he’s on the same level as the Corps Commander, who came from the Emperor’s second generation.”

“That’s a shame.”

Based on the Mollan Society, Master Mollan seemed to be at a slight disadvantage against the Mollansoft Chairman.

I was beginning to worry.

“I’m not done yet, though. Just as I am proud to be the descendant of the bravest Mollan No. 314, we are treated differently depending on our ancestors.”

“Huh?”

“It seems the Headquarters have finished identifying him a while ago. According to the results… Oh my God! He appears to be from the third generation of the Mollan Pope himself!”

“You mean he’s the Pope’s grandson?”

“Yes, yes. A direct descendant of the Holy Father… Your wife’s Mollan is no different from the successor of a legend…”

“I see!”

He was Master Mollan, after all.

I felt something extraordinary from him the moment I first touched him. I didn’t know all the details, but that seemed to have been caused by his very noble status.

“… The Mollan Fleet Command has reached a decision. Parmael, the previous Director of the Fantasy Institution, separated one of the most sacred Mollans from his owner, Ssosia, and persecuted him for hundreds of years, causing him to live a difficult life. Since such an atrocity is absolutely unacceptable for the Mollan Society, Parmael and her relatives will be sentenced to third-degree permanent imprisonment. Moreover, her planet will be destroyed.”

“Huh? Wait.”

“No, keep listening.” He continued. “However, according to the sacred Mollan’s extremely stubborn will, all sins should be limited to the Director alone. Hence, only Parmael has been sentenced to second-degree permanent imprisonment.”

“How are the third and second degrees different?”

“The former is the severest punishment for those who have tortured Mollan for a prolonged period, and the latter is punishment for those who have murdered them.”

“I see.”

However, Hippolia had swallowed up and destroyed Director Parmael already.

… That fate might actually be better for her than permanent imprisonment, which would make her suffer forever.

Did that mean everything’s going to end in vain?

“No. Punishment has also been imposed on his owner, Ssosia, for neglecting one of the holiest Mollans’ needs and maintenance.”

“Me?!”

My cowardly wife, who was just listening quietly to our conversation, suddenly freaked out.

She looked like she had been caught by the cops after neglecting and abandoning her pet.

“That’s right.”

“What’s my punishment?”

There were times when even Ssosia couldn’t help but be afraid, huh?

“You are to visit El Mollando regularly and attend private meetings with your extremely divine Mollan.”

“Huh?”

“That message came from the one who sold him to you.”

“I see… That friend…”

Sassia blushed and sniffled.

『A certain innocent goddess is touched.』

『A certain receptionist feels sympathetic.』

『A certain relaxed deity appreciates the verdict.』

It was like…

The fierce war for the fate of Fantasy was ending in vain because of a nonsensical negotiation.

*****

“Mollan~”

“Mollan~”

The Mollansoft Chairman jumped into Disco’s arms and left, and Divine Master Mollan returned to Ssosia’s bosom.

“Mollan! Thank you!”

“Mollan Mollan~”

My cowardly wife hugged and rubbed her cheeks against him.

I would’ve been offended if I were in his place, but he mercifully put up with her absurdity.

“… Everything’s finally calming down.”

Master Mollan single-handedly saved Fantasy from one of the greatest crises it had ever faced.

To confirm the death of Parmael, now branded a criminal, Hippolia took a soul test since she was the one who absorbed her. Nevertheless, she passed with flying colors.

We could now enjoy true peace…

“My friend.”

“What is it?”

I looked back at Noebius, currently in his dragon form, with love and respect.

I didn’t care what anyone said. He contributed the most to this war.

“I know it doesn’t matter to you since I promised to save Erdanti, who’s currently under the First Hero’s possession, but if I had only shown Master Mollan to them from the beginning, this fight wouldn’t have happened. I’m sorry.”

“… My friend!”

“A promise is a promise.”

“Thank you.”

“That’s why we’re going to save your lover, and we’re going to do it right now!”

“I appreciate that, but you seem to be in a hurry.”

“Of course. Promises are important.”

I needed a place to release this indescribable stress.