Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure Chapter 2185: Fight it (2)

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Previously on Shota's Isekai NTR Adventure...
Dorothy began to transform, corruption energy leaking from her and causing her to grow into a demonic form. Zeldir was forced to drop her as the energy tried to corrupt him. As Dorothy fell, the corruption energy cushioned her landing, but continued to seek a host. She continued to change, horns, wings, and a tail appearing, making her look monstrous. While some tried to purify the energy and help her regain control, many were too afraid of Dorothy's power. However, the arrival of the protagonist's wives and their encouragement helped Dorothy regain her will to fight, reversing the transformation and allowing her to suppress the corruption.
We had all become so engrossed in aiding Dorothy that the surrounding movements went unnoticed until it was far too late. Ultimately, we hadn't anticipated anyone possessing the sheer audacity to attempt such a reckless act. "Look out!" Rose was the first to react, her sharp cry ringing out as she spotted an individual raising a weapon and charging directly at Dorothy. Without a second thought, she flung herself in front of the assassin, intercepting their attack aimed at Dorothy. The assailant was utterly blindsided by Rose's sudden intervention. However, they seemed intent on completing their deadly mission. Or so it appeared, until Rose’s overwhelming presence made itself known. Her gaze was fixed upon them, burning with an intense, murderous intent. This was the primal rage of a mother whose child was threatened. Such fierce protectiveness was not to be underestimated; mothers would truly sacrifice everything to shield their offspring. Even a seasoned soldier like the attacker couldn't help but falter under the sheer force of Rose’s murderous aura. Yet, despite their sudden halt, the weapon they had already swung downward did not cease its motion quite so easily. It descended directly towards Rose, who stood resolutely in its path. "Splurt." A crimson arc painted the air as the weapon continued its trajectory. Rose had not dodged; doing so would have meant the attack still reaching Dorothy. However, she wasn't struck directly, as the soldier, under immense pressure, instinctively tried to divert the weapon's path before it could hit her. It wasn't a conscious choice by the soldier but an involuntary reaction to the crushing pressure emanating from behind him. This pressure originated from the lethal intent I was projecting towards him. The instant that streak of red flashed through the air, a distinct shift occurred within Dorothy as well. I paid no mind to this, however, instructing Lupus to charge forward. Leaping from Lupus's back, I landed beside Rose just as Lupus slammed the soldier into the ground with a single, powerful swipe of his paw. While the strike wasn't fatal, it certainly wasn't gentle enough for the soldier to escape unscathed. "I'll kill him later." I would not permit anyone to harm my wife, no matter the circumstances. Upon landing, I moved to assist Rose with her wound. Only when I reached her side did she signal for me to stop. She clutched her injured arm with one hand, her gaze fixed intently on Dorothy, who was undergoing a transformation. Witnessing Rose's injury seemed to stir Dorothy's emotions similarly, as she glared fiercely at the soldier pinned to the ground. While her eyes were fixed on the assailant, her body began to change once more. It was as if she were fully embracing the corrupting energy. "Help me get to her," Rose suddenly requested, her words catching me completely by surprise. I looked at her, attempting to convey my urging for her to allow me to heal her and step back. But she met my gaze with an unyielding insistence. Her previous hesitation was solely due to the pervasive corruption energy surrounding Dorothy. Had she been able to push through it, she would have already reached Dorothy on her own. Even for me, navigating through the dense corruption energy was a considerable challenge. Yet, because it was Rose who made the request. Gritting my teeth, I conjured a small domain around us and began pushing towards Dorothy. The waves of corruption energy emanating from Dorothy struck against my protective domain, attempting to repel us. However, my focused concentration on maintaining the domain prevented it from breaking easily, especially since I had minimized its size to concentrate all its power within that small space. This allowed us to finally reach Dorothy's location. Upon arrival, Rose moved forward, extending her hand towards Dorothy. Ultimately, however, she could not reach her; my domain had reached its limit. I was unable to allow her to make contact, as the corruption energy in Dorothy's immediate vicinity was simply too potent. "Child, we are here. I am alright; you must fight against it." These words seemed to jolt Dorothy back to awareness, and she recognized the voice speaking to her. Her eyes fell upon the blood still staining Rose's arm, a look of deep pain crossing her face. "Silly child, if we don't protect you, who will?" Rose spoke with a gentle, soothing tone. As Rose's words registered, tears welled in Dorothy's eyes, but it appeared her words had the intended effect. The transformation Dorothy had undergone began to recede, and it seemed she was regaining control over her power. Gradually, all the alterations to her form vanished, returning her to her original appearance. Once back to her normal self, she went to Rose's side and delicately examined the wound on her arm. Yet, she remained helpless, unable to heal Rose with her own abilities. Consequently, she turned to me, silently urging me to intervene.Employing the divine energy I had amassed, I went to work, offering a rudimentary repair. Nevertheless, this was merely a superficial fix, and proper healing was still required for her complete recovery. Yet, simplifying matters was impossible given our continued presence on the battlefield. Creatures corrupted by dark energy still roamed the area, though their former strength appeared diminished. Without their commander, they now thrashed about in disarray, much like panicked, leaderless fowl. Even so, this frenzied state did not render them any less perilous.