Yes (Cassandra Heroine route)

Cassandra already shared a part of her horrible past with me. But even then she didn’t mention Minerva even once.

Whatever was hidden there, it must be significant.

I need to know this.

“Cassandra, I would like you to…”

Before I could finish she slapped my hand away and cursed. This was not entirely unexpected. Worst case scenario I will have to order her to calm down but ideally I would like to avoid that.

After a couple more agitated curses, Cassandra rushed to the bar and poured herself a drink. “Listen..Daddy..,what I’m about to tell you.,.fuck” she stopped speaking and finished the entire glass in one long gulp. Then she poured herself another.

“H-hey…”, I slowly followed her to the bar. “I get it but just try to…”

“Shut up”, Cassandra cut me off and drank some more. “Fuck. Fuck Fuck Fuck Fuck!”

She alternated between cursing and drinking. “I really don’t want to. Running away is the better option. But this...this is still better then whatever fucking dogshit plan you have conjured up. You stupid dipshit.”

Add orgasms into the mix.

This was not the direction I expected this to go. I didn’t want to get annoyed at her, but it was admittedly getting rather hard to remain calm. “Listen, Cassandra. I’m not going to abandon Valkyrie.”

“This plan won’t abandon the fucking Valkyrie, alright?”, She took a deep breath and finished her second glass in about ten seconds. “It would be the smart thing to do. Anyone with half a brain can see that. But fine, we’re fucking bailing her out. You’re happy now? Because I really hope you’re fucking happy!”

“Bailing her out?”, I looked at Cassandra confused. “You mean...infiltrate Minerva’s tower or something?”

Cassandra just shrugged and laughed. “Maybe? Sure, why not.”

She was losing it. I have to stop her before…

“Ojou.”

“What?”

With shaking hands, Cassandra poured herself glass number three. “We are asking Ojou for help.”

“I think you had enough”, I sighed and prevented her from drinking more. “What makes you think that Ojou-sama of all people will help us?”

Cassandra slammed the glass down with yet another curse. “Didn’t you fucking made me go to her yesterday? What? Is your magic friendship make up plan canceled?”

I certainly did wish for Cassandra and Ojou to make up, especially after what I have learned but right now my priorities aren’t exactly on this topic.

“We are having a common enemy, you know”, the huntress elaborated. “And Ojou will need all the manpower she can get.”

“You mean against Minerva?”

“No, Santa Claws. Of course Minerva, you fucking idiot!”

Cassandra dug her nails into the bar to prevent herself from collapsing. Meanwhile I just became more and more confused.

Alright, no more stalling. “Cassandra, you need to tell me about it. Your relationship with Minerva.”

Cassandra smirked at me, panting heavily but not with a surprise expression. “You might want to sit down for that one, Daddy.”

…

..

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It took a while for Cassandra to collect herself. For the first few minutes we just sat on the bed.

“The cunt used to be part of the family”, Cassandra finally began her tale. “One of Don’s trueborn daughters, for all it fucking matters.”

...

“Was she the one who whipped you?”

Cassandra give a hollow laugh. “Cunt did a lot more then that. Don did too, of course, but he was always more interested in Ojou and Feena. I was her plaything.”

Slowly, Cassandra stood up and began undressing herself.

“You don’t have to…”

“Yes, I fucking do!”, she hissed. “I want you to see it.”

I silently waited.

This was not the first time I saw Cassandra naked. I also noticed her many whip marks before. They tend to blend in with her dark skin but they are definitely there.

But this is the first time I actually took a good hard look at them. They were a lot more pronounced then I first thought.

And these weren’t just whip marks either.

“These are burn marks”, Cassandra explained as she pointed towards various points at her abdomen. “Cunt didn’t smoke but that didn’t stop her from putting out cigars on my body. Particularly in there”, she pointed between her legs.

The huntress then moved her hand upwards. “The scars around my chest are from daggers, knives, forks. Sometimes she made me do it. To make sure my chest doesn’t get to big she said.”

Cassandra then grabbed my hand and put it on the top of her head.

“The bumps and deformities you feel are courtesy of a small, tiny hammer. This was the worst of it. The cunt was fucking delicate with it and kept at it for hours. After the first hour, the pain became so bad I thought I would go insane.”

Feeling the tiny protrusions, not even noticeable below Cassandra’s short hair made my blood run cold. It was all I could do to keep the bile back in my throat.

“But she always left my face. Never the face.”

...

“She wanted it though”, Cassandra continued. “I could tell. I saw it in her eyes. She kept it for last, I know. One more year, maybe two and she would have taken a spoon and...”

“Enough!”, I shouted, averting my eyes.

Cassandra calmly walked to the bar and grabbed the still full glass. “Drinking was my only salvation. Cunt knew it. Knew I would go insane if I was **** to endure it sober. She made sure I was boozed up plenty basically all the time. The diaper thing was her too. I didn’t mind that much actually since it was painless.”

I was trying to find the words, say anything to help her. But there was nothing I could say.

“While all this was going on, Feena and Ojou did nothing. Cunt was too powerful. Too high up in the hierarchy. Oh, they consoled me.” Cassandra laughed hollowly. “Promised that we just have to bide our time. That my **** would come.”

“And it did eventually, right?”

Cassandra then turned and smiled at me. “I believe I told you it felt fucking amazing when the cunt finally got exiled right?” She shook her head. “In truth, I felt nothing but anger. Exile? A hundred dead’s wouldn’t be enough for the cunt. Maybe that’s why I did it. Try to kill Ojou. It was a long time ago, I don’t remember.”

“But…” I hesitated. “Minerva’s participating in the tournament for ten years now. Why hasn’t Ojou-sama done anything against her?”

“Fuck if I know”, Cassandra took a large gulp of her drink. “To **** me? Sound’s about right for the psycho shit Ojou usually pulls.”

I gave a slow nod. “Cassandra, I’m so…”

“Save it, Daddy”, Cassandra cut me off. “In my career I sold many people into slavery, some no doubt to masters just as cruel. Do you cry for them as well?”

“These are separate things”, I responded. “Neither excuses the other.”

Cassandra merely scoffed but I didn’t want to talk about that right now anyways. “You said Ojou does this to **** you and yet you think she will help us?”

“Yeah”, Cassandra finished the rest of her drink. “As much as Ojou wants to **** me, now that the cunt’s a Dark Lord she needs to fucking die. That takes priority over whatever grudge she holds.”

“Hold on.” I winced. “Nobody said anything about killing.”

Cassandra sneered at my ****. “What? You think we’re just gonna have a nice talk with the cunt and sort things out? Didn’t you and Sylphid already try that?”

“W...Well…”

Cassandra stared at me. “Let me spell it out for you one last time, Daddy. Every second we are wasting here, the Valkyrie is getting tortured. The cunt won’t kill her, not yet at least. But the Galmon will soon wish she was dead. So, is this really the time to clutch at your dogshit honor?”

…

I admit it.

My own plan was very, very flawed. Even if it would succeed the chance of getting Valkyrie back unharmed was minuscule.

Am I just satisfying my own ego here? Wanting to do things the proper way? And what exactly is proper about my plan anyways?

I saw what Minerva did to Valkyrie. I saw Cassandra’s body. She murdered Ithere just to get his powers. Do I really have to worry about keeping such a monster alive?

Taking one more deep breath to steel my resolve I stared at Cassandra. “And you think this will work?”

“Fuck if I know!”, Cassandra groaned frustrated. “Again, it’s better then your shit, Daddy Now, can we please get on with it? I want to talk with her tonight.”

Ojou-sama.

I can’t say I’m exactly on good terms with her.

But between her and Minerva. The choice was obvious.

I decided to put my trust in Cassandra.