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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Chaos
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Carlson.
His name was Carlson.
A man with a protruding pig-like belly and hands the size of pot lids, a violent habit of hitting women, and a pathetic sex life that ended with a selfish climax.
He had once enjoyed a comfortable life as an official in the capital, but after clumsily demanding a bribe, he was demoted and now lived in this rural town, boasting about his past glory to scrounge drinks.
The best thing he’d ever done was marrying the beautiful Isabelle when she was still naive.
Even now, he clung to her, forcing her to tell him she loved him.
People called him a man who wouldn’t die peacefully, a cursed pig with a bulging belly, and half the town didn’t even know his name was Carlson.
Describing his daily routine was easier than listing his flaws.
Every morning, he would go to the tavern or the village hall, drink, and talk about his past or brag about how beautiful his wife was.
Like a little boy who had accidentally seen a woman’s breasts describing them to his friends, his descriptions were vulgar and lewd, devoid of any respect for his wife.
After a round of dirty jokes and gossip about neighboring villages, Carlson would either treat everyone to a drink or slap the local dignitaries on the back, demanding they cover the tab.
Staggering home drunk, he would face his submissive wife and the rather beautiful maid, beat the slave Evan senseless, and then, feeling pleased with himself, whisper sweet nothings to Isabelle before going to bed.
At least, that’s what Carlson believed.
Lately, Carlson’s face had become gaunt, but his satisfaction with life had doubled.
Every night, when he returned home, Isabelle would provide him with incredible service, making his life a joy.
Of course, all those fantastic moments were illusions created by Evan, but Carlson believed they were real.
He even thought he was losing weight because of their vigorous lovemaking.
As the saying went, even the strongest man would become thin when met with a seductress.
“So, yesterday, Isabelle, you know… she danced naked in front of me, trying to seduce me. She said she couldn’t live without my cock. She was practically begging me. It’s driving me crazy, I’m so tired these days.”
“Oh my, that’s amazing. I’m so envious. My wife throws a fit if I so much as nudge her in bed. She asks if I want another child after having three already. And those kids, even when they grow up, they just laze around. If it weren’t for you taking in my second son at your mansion, he’d still be gambling. On the other hand, Carlson, your daughter is thriving, top of her class at the academy, right?”
“Huh? Oh, yeah. My daughter. She’s so smart, I wonder who she takes after. It was worth paying for her tuition. Soon, she’ll bring home a good husband and let her father live in luxury. So, you better treat me well!”
“Of course, of course. Here, have another drink.”
The clinking of glasses could be heard.
Carlson filled his glass to the brim and downed it in one gulp.
The local brew had a rough aftertaste, but it got him drunk quickly.
“Oh, yes, yes.”
“But Carlson, doesn’t the academy offer scholarships or something for top students?”
Carlson shook his head at the question.
“I heard they don’t offer scholarships to noble families. That Isabelle is useless. Pretty face, that’s all. Always finding ways to spend money.”
“But she’s amazing in bed, right?”
Carlson suddenly smiled at that.
“Yes. That’s right.”
The man, who had flinched slightly after making the joke, wondering if he had crossed a line, tilted his head at Carlson’s smile.
Carlson lowered his voice and said,
“Hey, you guys… wouldn’t you like a taste of my wife?”
“What?”
“Wait, Carlson, what are you…?”
Carlson chuckled.
The local dignitaries were men with plenty of money and time, and they couldn’t resist the opportunity to spend it.
Moreover, Isabelle, Carlson’s wife, was known throughout the village for her beauty.
He needed a lot of money to include a bribe in his next letter, and if she just sacrificed a little, he could easily raise enough.
“I need money, you see. It wouldn’t be right to borrow from you guys. But if you each chip in a little, I’ll let you spend a night with Isabelle next week. If this works out, I can return to the capital!”
A night with the most beautiful woman in the village.
Isabelle was a woman worth paying a fortune to sleep with.
Even with their cocks shriveled, men were still men.
The dignitaries gathered here were men overflowing with lust, as abundant as the wrinkles and beards on their faces, and they couldn’t help but be tempted.
“But, that’s…!”
“Hmm… hmm…”
They all nodded, trying to look indifferent, but Carlson knew they would agree.
He also believed that Isabelle would go along with his plan.
That’s the kind of woman she was.
A pervert who had lost her mind, obsessed with his cock, a greedy woman lured in by the vanity of being married to an official from the capital.
“So, um… how much?”
One of the dignitaries asked in a low voice.
When Carlson whispered the price, gasps could be heard around the table.
It was a considerable sum, but not beyond their reach.
In fact, if they could have a noblewoman in their arms for that price, it was a steal.
“Hmm… hmm…! Well, we can talk about that after the money is collected.”
“Right, right. More importantly, let’s talk about something else. I heard a new priestess arrived at the temple. Have you met her?”
While everyone fantasized about their night with Isabelle, one of the dignitaries, finally regaining his composure, changed the subject.
At the mention of the priestess, several of the men gasped and nodded.
“Ah, that priestess. I saw her at the festival. Her breasts… oh my…!”
“Is she that stunning?”
Carlson said indifferently.
He had never seen a woman more beautiful than Isabelle.
Most women, unlike Isabelle, had at least one flaw in their appearance.
Isabelle, aside from being useless to his career, was a truly beautiful woman.
One of the dignitaries nodded vigorously in response to Carlson’s question.
“Oh, you have to see her for yourself. She’s almost as beautiful as your wife, Carlson.”
“And her divine power is considerable. The temple is already overflowing with people seeking healing.”
Carlson scoffed at the mention of divine power.
“Divine power? Why would someone with that much power come to this backwater town? They’re all charlatans. When I was an official in the capital, any priest with divine power would go straight to the capital. They’d never be sent to a place like this.”
“I heard she was demoted.”
“Demoted?”
Carlson frowned.
He was sensitive to the word “demoted.”
The dignitaries, startled by his expression, looked around nervously, but seeing his gesture to continue, they nodded and resumed their story.
“These days, it’s impossible to become an official in the capital unless you’re related to or acquainted with the hero. This has affected the temple as well. Anyone who isn’t part of the hero’s faction has been sent to the countryside.”
“You mean they even sent away priests with divine power? The world has gone mad.”
Carlson clicked his tongue.
He was planning to bribe his way back to the capital, yet he acted as if he held himself to higher standards.
The dignitaries nodded, murmuring amongst themselves.
Most of their conversation revolved around their dissatisfaction with the hero who was being lauded for saving the world.
“By the way, is it true that the hero actually saved the world?”
“No, I heard a rumor that a vampire appeared in the eastern region the other day.”
“I also heard that some demon is killing villagers.”
“There’s a lot of talk about the prophecy being wrong.”
At the mention of the prophecy, Carlson nodded knowingly.
“Prophecy? Ah, that prophecy? When the Demon King rises, only four chosen heroes can save the world.”
It wasn’t the exact wording of the prophecy, but the dignitaries all nodded.
They had only heard about the prophecy through rumors as well.
“Yes, yes. That prophecy. The heroes did defeat the Demon King, just like it said. But why is the world in this state? That’s the question. They defeated the Demon King, but demons are still appearing, the capital is a mess…”
Carlson was indifferent to the state of affairs.
As long as he couldn’t return to the capital, everything was someone else’s business.
He wanted to avoid this unpleasant topic.
He wanted to wrap up the drinking session and tell Isabelle about his plan.
Isabelle would probably object, but with his fiery techniques, she would definitely agree.
If she refused, he could always give her a good beating—it had been a while, anyways.
“Who cares? We should just enjoy our drinks.”
“Let’s do that. Cheers.”
One of the dignitaries raised his glass.
Carlson nodded, raised his glass, and was about to propose a toast.
Clatter!
But the toast was interrupted.
The tavern door burst open, and a priestess in white robes entered.
Her ample bosom was visible beneath her robes, and her face was stern and expressionless.
Her hair was cut in a neat bob, and her eyes were cold.
Everyone in the tavern knew who she was.
From the older dignitaries to the tavern staff, everyone swallowed hard, but their gazes were lewd and lascivious.
The priestess, tilting her head slightly as she surveyed the tavern, slowly walked towards Carlson’s table.
Her measured gait and surprisingly tall stature made Carlson, a man not easily intimidated, shrink back.
She looked directly at him and said,
“Carlson.”
The moment his name was called, Carlson gulped.
He thought she was truly a beauty, rivaling Isabelle or Elena.
With a strange sense of anticipation, he asked the priestess,
“W-what is it?”
“I’d like to speak with you outside for a moment.”
Hearing the priestess’s words, Carlson stood up as if in a trance.
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