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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Cyno
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Lena was the second daughter of a baron from the outskirts of the kingdom. Her days in the territory had been unhappy. Though she loved swords from a young age, her family dismissed her, saying, “What does a woman need sword skills for?”
Forced to endure etiquette lessons and bridal training—things she hated more than death—her patience finally snapped at the word “political marriage.”
That day, Lena left home. The world did not take kindly to a woman with nothing but a longsword at her waist and a few coins to her name.
An innkeeper tried to drug her food. A mercenary she shared a carriage with turned into a rapist.
Countless dangers followed, but Lena relied solely on her sword to preserve her purity. What she gained from those experiences was confidence in her talent—and a deep-seated hatred for men.
Her life could be summed up as a war against men. Betrayed so often, she became sharp enough to read lust in a man’s expression.
Then, she met a patron who looked at her not with desire, but quiet expectation. The days she spent honing her skills under the knight he assigned her were the happiest of her life.
By the time she surpassed a squire but still fell short of a full-fledged knight, her patron told her:
“Become a guard.”
When she asked why, he only said, “You’ll understand when you get there.” So, she asked her master for information about the guard she’d be working with.
The senior guard’s name was Sma. On his first day, he arrested a hunter attempting to rape a novice. Days later, he killed a mandrake that had been parasitizing a female hunter.
Thanks to her master—a renowned female knight—Lena even heard stories unknown to the public. How he risked being falsely accused of sexual assault to conduct inspections. How he valued others’ lives more than his own, even covering his ears to protect them.
And his mental fortitude—withstanding the mandrake’s screams multiple times without collapsing. He was the very image of a knight from heroic tales.
Even her master repeatedly marveled, “How did such talent go unnoticed?” Naturally, Lena grew curious about this man named Sma.
“Is he different from the men I’ve known?”
That was why she arrived at the checkpoint an hour early.
Her first impression was pity. At a glance, he seemed fine—his uniform hinted at well-balanced, toned muscles, evidence of rigorous training.
Yet, the imposing aura expected of such a physique was missing. His presence wasn’t particularly strong, and for the briefest moment, his pupils trembled.
Watching Sma flinch as he walked, Lena thought:
“Mandrakes destroy the mind.”
Ordinary people died instantly upon hearing one. Even squires needed ear protection to survive. Those who endured suffered for weeks, sometimes months, in recovery.
But Sma had only rested for a few days before returning to duty. Naturally, he couldn’t have fully recovered.
Yet here he was, working. It spoke volumes about his sense of duty.
(Of course, the real reason his legs shook was the aftereffects of being toyed with by Elizabeth and Iruna—something Lena, who had never even masturbated, couldn’t possibly imagine.)
Her next impression was hard to put into words. Unlike other men, Sma showed no lust toward her. Instead, there was an inexplicable affection—subtle and deep, hard to notice unless one was as skilled as Lena in reading men’s expressions.
Unaware that this was the fondness of a transmigrator seeing his favorite character, Lena could only be bewildered.
Why is he looking at me like that?
It was a gaze she hadn’t seen since childhood—before she declared she’d become a knight. Why would a stranger like Sma look at her that way?
Her thoughts grew tangled, so she forced herself to switch topics. She bombarded him with questions, sometimes feigning ignorance even when she knew the answers.
Though it must have been bothersome, Sma patiently explained, even choosing gentle words to avoid upsetting her.
All while efficiently handling his duties. Even when inspecting female hunters’ privates, he didn’t indulge his desires—just inserted and removed his fingers.
When some women moaned under his touch, even Sma showed faint traces of lust. But it faded like ripples on water.
To Lena, who had already grown fond of him, even that was endearing. It was only natural for a man to feel desire when touching a woman’s body. Yet Sma exercised ironclad self-control, never crossing the line.
A far cry from the mercenary who had tried to rape her.
As she nurtured her quiet admiration, a hunter unlike any before arrived.
“Guard oppa~ Can you let this one go and talk to me alone?”
Even Lena, with no romantic experience, recognized the blatant seduction. It reminded her of one of Sma’s lessons:
“Some hunters use their bodies to distract you before smuggling contraband.”
She’d taken it as a general warning—she never expected to see it firsthand. Instinctively, she studied Sma’s expression.
The hunter’s behavior was vulgar yet strangely alluring. Even Lena had to admit she wasn’t bad-looking. Surely even Sma’s self-control would waver.
“Lena.”
But Sma only called her name in a grave voice. There was no sign of temptation—just faint disdain and unwavering duty.
Only then did Lena understand the lesson her master had taught her long ago:
“Lena, knights aren’t as noble as you think. We’re human—we waver when faced with storms. But if we hold fast to our convictions, we can overcome any trial.”
“That’s too hard to understand…”
“Someday, you will.”
In the original game, this lesson came after being raped by an orc. Even as she suffered under the orc chieftain, she never lost hope—eventually killing him and returning to the kingdom. A moment that moved players to tears.
“You’ll handle this inspection.”
And now, Lena’s heart was moved too. His deep, steady voice sent shivers down her spine. As she approached, the shameless hunter cooed:
“Aww~ Can’t you do it yourself, Guard Sma?”
Sma drew his sword. Lena marveled again—his draw was flawless, and his previously subdued aura erupted explosively.
“How could I have ever thought him weak? I still have so much to learn.”
The hunter trembled as the blade hovered at her throat.
“One more word, and you’ll be charged with smuggling and bribery. Lena, proceed.”
“Yes, sir!”
As expected, Guard Sma is amazing!
Before inspecting, Lena studied the hunter’s vulva. Unlike her own pink, tightly closed labia, the hunter’s were dark, sagging, and grotesque.
Thanks to Sma’s intimidation, the hunter offered no resistance as Lena inserted her fingers. But Lena froze in confusion.
“Why… do I feel nothing?”
Once, she’d trained in sensory deprivation—a pitch-black room where even a small space felt vast and lonely.
This was the same. Though her fingers were inside, it felt like groping empty air. Only when she curled them deeply did she touch something soft.
She had no way of knowing if it was vaginal walls or contraband. Only after pinching it with a second finger did she realize it was flesh.
“Mmm~ You’re such a pervert.”
The nasal voice made Lena flush and yank her hand back. A pervert? Her, a woman, being called that by another woman?
“Am I… a pervert?”
“Lena. She’s trying to unsettle you. Don’t listen. Remember your duty. If you waver, someone gets hurt.”
“Yes, sir!!”
This time, the shame was worse. To think a single remark could shake her so much. Now she understood why her patron had sent her here.
Just as she’d sought a master for swordsmanship, he’d introduced her to a mentor for her spirit.
Lena recalled Sma’s composed inspections and forced herself to mirror his professionalism. The hunter tried more taunts, but Lena ignored them, checking both vagina and anus—the latter swallowing two fingers without issue.
She found several suspicious items. Spotting a grayish stone, Sma said:
“An artificially made magic stone. If a monster ingests it, they’ll go berserk—strong enough to harm innocent hunters. Well done, Lena. You’ve saved lives today.”
“Fuck!”
The hunter shoved Lena aside and bolted. Caught off guard, Lena stumbled—but Sma reacted instantly.
A single punch to the jaw sent the hunter crumpling unconscious.
“Restrain her. We’ll display her as a warning to other hunters, then send her to trial after shift.”
“Yes, sir!!”
Even his hand-to-hand combat is incredible! Her respect for Sma soared.
Lena bound the hunter with rope from the checkpoint. Once finished, she reported eagerly, hoping for praise.
“Restraints secured!”
“You tied her well—she won’t move even if she wakes. Good job.”
“Hehe.”
“Now, call the next hunter. We’ve wasted enough time.”
“Yes, sir! Next, please!”
The door opened, revealing a beauty far surpassing the unconscious hunter. Long red hair swayed, and her bright, cheerful eyes sparkled like those of a country girl Lena had seen in her territory.
Unconsciously, Lena’s gaze dropped to the woman’s chest.
“Wouldn’t those be heavy?”
She’d thought hers were decently sized, but they paled next to the hunter’s. Her admiration was short-lived.
“Sma!”
Iruna hugged Sma tightly. Lena expected him to shove her away—but he didn’t. His eyes dripped with honeyed affection.
Why is he looking at her so lovingly? More than he ever looked at me?
Noticing her turmoil, Sma awkwardly explained:
“Sorry for startling you. She’s my girlfriend.”
For some reason, Lena’s heart ached.
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