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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Teottry
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Fiore, having returned to her tent first, was guzzling wine straight from the waterskin. She was drinking the expensive wine, fit for royalty, as if she intended to finish it all herself.
“Fiore.”
Fiore ignored me. She even retreated to a corner of the tent and squeezed the waterskin harder. I stared at her incredulously, and she grinned.
Her face was flushed; she was already drunk. Well, it was Melbon wine, famous for its high alcohol content.
Fiore shook the now half empty waterskin and said,
“If you want some wine, you’ll have to tell me your secret!”
“What are you talking about?”
“Your strength! Your strength!”
With some free time before our next engagement, Fiore, who had witnessed my enhanced strength in the last battle, was determined to get her questions answered.
“I was originally stronger than you.”
It was a strength I couldn’t explain the source of. Moreover, a sudden surge in strength could raise suspicion.
“You’ve gotten much stronger! Since the last time I saw you! You haven’t done anything strange, have you?”
“Strange?”
As I stared at her intently, Fiore averted her gaze and mumbled,
“Y-You know… like magic.”
Magic didn’t exist. However, I was the only one who knew that. Many still believed in magic, and any inexplicable phenomenon was attributed to divine intervention or magic.
However, unlike in the early modern era, when witch hunts were rampant, believing in magic wasn’t a crime punishable by torture and burning at the stake. Witches and sorcerers were tacitly accepted as part of society.
Of course, they were still ostracized. People in every era tended to shun those who were different.
“Legendary heroes gain their strength through divine blessings.”
“Do you think the gods would favor a scroundler like you?”
Fiore looked at me incredulously. I couldn’t deny her words. If there were gods, they would probably cast me into hell.
“What’s wrong with magic?”
“Are you serious? It might not matter when you’re on top, but the moment you stumble, they’ll use it against you. Don’t forget, no one is perfect.”
Fiore’s concern was genuine. However, I found her condescending tone, as if she were speaking to a naive younger sibling, irritating.
As I approached, she raised the waterskin out of my reach. My intentions were entirely different, however.
With Fiore effectively sealing one of her own hands, it was easy to embrace her. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her close until we were practically chest to chest.
Her flushed, drunken face was alluring. Her eyes trembled nervously.
“W-What are you doing?”
Fiore pushed against my chest with her free hand, trying to break free. But her hand was weak; she was merely putting on a show.
I grinned, and Fiore averted her gaze.
“You can help me.”
“Help you with what?”
“If you, my childhood friend, testify that I’ve always possessed superhuman strength, no one will question it.”
Maxis, whom I had killed, was from a family renowned for their strength. Therefore, no one questioned my victory.
My father, too, was a renowned knight known for his strength, so Fiore’s testimony would be a sufficient explanation.
Fiore pondered for a moment, then grinned.
“I suppose I could help, if you tell me how you gained your strength.”
“What would you do with that information?”
“If I could overcome my physical limitations as a woman, I would be one step closer to my dream. That wouldn’t be a bad thing for you either. I’m not one to forget a favor.”
Fiore looked at me expectantly, her eyes shining. She even swallowed nervously. I shook my head.
“Unfortunately, I can’t tell you. Because I don’t know myself. I just woke up one day, and my strength had increased.”
“Liar! You expect me to believe that?”
Fiore’s disappointment was evident. She didn’t believe me, nor did she want to. She even seemed to feel betrayed, turning her back to me.
It was an uncharacteristically cute reaction. If she weren’t drunk, she would have resorted to force to get the information out of me.
I embraced her from behind. She flinched but didn’t try to escape. I buried my face in the nape of her neck and whispered,
“Fiore, why would I lie and refuse to enhance my own value?”
The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
“W-What do you mean your value?! I’m not yours!”
“You were destined to be mine from the moment I first laid eyes on you.”
“W-W-Wait!! What do you mean by that?!”
Fiore finally turned to face me. Realizing how close we were, she averted her gaze and pushed against my chest, trying to create some distance.
Of course, I didn’t allow it. I tightened my grip on her waist, pulling her closer until our bodies were flush against each other. My erected penis pressed against her lower abdomen.
Gulp.
Sensing the pressure against her lower abdomen, her eyes darted downwards. A loud gulp, like a clap of thunder, echoed through the tent.
I gently lifted her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. Her eyes darted nervously, their evasiveness endearing.
“Well, I want to keep you by my side always, through thick and thin. I want to wake up to your smile and the warm sunlight every morning.”
The blush on her cheeks spread to her neck and face. She pouted and grumbled,
“Y-You womanizer! Who would fall for that?! You just like all women!”
“So, do you dislike it?”
Fiore bit her lip, but didn’t answer. She didn’t try to escape my embrace either. She simply expressed her displeasure with a sullen expression.
She wanted to be the only one for me. It was a wish I couldn’t grant.
“If you dislike it, I’ll give up.”
“W-Who said I disliked it?! I just…”
Fiore said hurriedly, then trailed off, realizing she had reacted too quickly.
I chuckled, and she punched me in the chest. It was meant to be a playful jab, but her well-trained body packed quite a punch. It hurt. I didn’t show it and whispered,
“Don’t worry. I’ll love you, even if you’re not the only one.”
“Womanizer…”
Fiore glared at me, but her sharp gaze softened as I stole a kiss.
“Gasp…!”
My tongue slipped past her lips. Her tightly closed mouth, like a locked gate, blocked my entry. Her entire body was tense.
I gently nibbled and tugged on her lower lip. It stretched, then snapped back into place.
Startled, Fiore curled her lower lip inwards, shielding it with her teeth. I chuckled.
“How long can you keep the gates closed?”
“Wha—”
Before Fiore could speak, I licked her upper lip, then sucked on it, making an obscene sound. Flustered, she curled her upper lip inwards as well and closed her mouth.
However, her curled lips created a gap between her teeth. I seized the opportunity and slipped my tongue inside.
“Don’t bite.”
I didn’t forget to warn her beforehand.
“Gasp…!”
Fiore, having granted me entry, didn’t know what to do. Her tongue retreated, trying to avoid mine. However, her mouth was a confined space.
I relentlessly pursued her tongue, finally capturing it. Our tongues tangled, creating a sticky, erotic sound. Fiore’s eyes glazed over.
I slipped my hand inside her armor. Her firm, supple skin was intoxicating. I could imagine her toned, sensual body beneath.
“W-Wait…!”
Suddenly, Fiore pulled away, startled, even though we had been intimate before.
While the atmosphere had been good, it seemed insufficient to conquer her. Perhaps it was due to her upbringing.
Unlike the other women I had been with, Fiore was a properly raised lady. Of course, I wasn’t one to give up so easily.
I stepped closer as she retreated. Startled, she stepped back again, until her back hit the wall of the tent.
Fiore looked at me nervously, her breath coming in short gasps. She seemed interested, yet she continued to resist me.
“Fiore, I want you. I want to make you mine.”
As I reached out again, Fiore squeezed her eyes shut and pushed me away.
“W-Wait… I-I smell…!”
We were in the middle of a war. Moreover, we were rushing to plunder the enemy’s territory before they could mobilize reinforcements. We hadn’t had time to properly bathe. That was why she was rejecting me.
“I don’t mind.”
“I-I do! L-Let me wash up first…”
“Wash up first…?”
“Ugh…”
Fiore lowered her head. I stepped aside. While her reaction was amusing, I didn’t want to provoke her further, lest she resort to violence again. Her punch earlier hadn’t been playful; it had genuinely hurt.
“I-I’ll be back…”
Fiore scurried out of the tent, her head still bowed. I picked up the waterskin and followed her.
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“W-Why are you following me?”
Fiore pointed at me, her voice filled with alarm.
“I need to wash up too.”
“Then go somewhere else…!”
“It could be dangerous with the enemy so close. There might be someone watching. You’re going to be mine, and it’s my duty as your owner to protect you.”
“W-What are you talking about? Who said I was yours?”
Despite her words, Fiore seemed pleased. She wasn’t very honest.
I smiled and stared at her. Her face flushed crimson, and she reluctantly resumed walking.
Melbon was situated by a tributary of the Rhine River. As our camp was upstream, the water was clear, reflecting the full moon. We didn’t need torches.
Fiore, having walked quite a distance from the camp, glared at me, still following her.
“Seriously, how much further are you going to follow me?”
“You can’t wash your back by yourself.”
“A-Are you suggesting we bathe together?! Absolutely not!”
“You’ll see it soon enough anyway.”
Fiore didn’t deny it. Nor did she agree. Her face flushed as she yelled,
“S-Still, no!”
I shrugged. Fiore, still wary, walked even further away. Of course, I wasn’t one to give up so easily.
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I followed the sounds of clanging armor and rustling clothes, followed by the splashing of water. Fiore’s armor and clothes were piled on a large rock.
“Ugh, I’m such an idiot. An idiot.”
A voice filled with regret echoed from the nearby riverbank. Fiore, knee-deep in the shallow water, was grumbling as she splashed the cold water over herself.
As befitting someone over 170cm tall, her legs were long and slender, her toned, thick thighs captivating. It wasn’t as if I had a thigh fetish or anything.
Her well-defined abs were likely her most unique asset. However, her ample breasts above rendered everything else insignificant.
Bathed in the moonlight, her dynamic figure glowed with an ethereal beauty. She resembled a river nymph. I stared, mesmerized, then, snapping out of it, entered the water.
The river was cold.
“It’s all because of the alcohol. It was a drunken mistake. I’ll just pretend nothing happened when we get back. Yes, that’s what I’ll do.”
It seemed the cold river water had sobered her up. Unaware of my approach, she dismissed what had happened in the tent as a mistake, something to be forgotten.
I couldn’t allow that. If I retreated now, the opportunity to make Fiore, with her surprisingly high guard, mine, wouldn’t come again for a long time.
Splash… Splash. Splash….
Fiore finally noticed my approach as the splashing sounds drew closer. Startled, she turned around, covering her chest with her arms.
“W-What are you doing?! Why are you here?!”
“Didn’t I promise to wash your back?”
“You made no such promise! W-Wait. Don’t come any closer! Stay back!”
Fiore panicked and stumbled backwards. Unfortunately for her, she wasn’t completely sober. She flailed, trying to regain her balance.
“Grab my hand.”
I extended my hand. She reached out as well, but instead of grasping my hand, she grabbed my thigh.
Perhaps it didn’t matter to her. She had regained her balance, after all. The problem was the resulting position.
“Ugh, I almost fell. Thanks… Huh?”
Fiore, now kneeling before me, breathed a sigh of relief and looked up. A shadow fell across her face. A long, thick shadow.
Her eyes widened as she followed the shadow to its source, then widened further.
Her eyes trembled. In the stunned silence, the sound of her throat bobbing was as loud as thunder.
Gulp.
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It’s not a stick! It’s a log bruh🤣
lmao Thanks Teot!