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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Simzy
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It was when Lina smashed the goat-headed idol. The black smoke escaping from the idol returned to its owner, a masked man. This masked man’s nickname was Idol Worshipper.
“You’ve returned. I thought it was quite well-made… but it’s already broken.”
The black smoke was sucked into the masked man’s body. Inhaling deeply, drinking in the black smoke, the man’s eyes widened. The memories brought by the black smoke began to appear in his mind. The images of Lina and her companions became clear to him.
“So, the Hero… it was your doing. Then it makes sense. But you’re more attractive than I expected.”
The masked man already knew about the Hero. He had heard about her from Barickmeteo.
It was understandable why Nasen and Huruuku had struggled. If she truly was the Hero chosen by Elena, it would be strange if Nasen and Huruuku could handle her.
“Hmm. Is this the man Barickmeteo mentioned? The weak but annoying one… No. Or did he say he might be a mid-level mage?”
The man’s face also appeared in the memories brought by the black smoke. It was Kerry.
It was irritating to see a handsome guy among beautiful women. The masked man looked at Lina reflected in the memories.
Just from the way she held her sword, she exuded the aura of a master. It felt like her presence was different.
The masked man carefully examined the memories. And he heard interesting words from Lina.
“Idol… you know about idols? You even know my nickname, Idol Worshipper? Just who are you?”
Lina muttered as if she knew the Idol Worshipper.
But the masked man had never even seen Lina before. In any case, she was undoubtedly a fearsome woman.
“No wonder Barickmeteo struggled.”
As expected, the Hero was no ordinary woman.
Even the Empire’s best swordsman wouldn’t have been that skilled at her age. Lina’s swordsmanship was that impressive.
However, he didn’t quite agree with Barickmeteo’s assessment of the man as annoying.
“That lion-headed bastard told me to be careful of the annoying man, too.”
The annoying man looked like a girl and didn’t seem that strong. At least, by the standards of this otherworldly barbarian.
Moreover, the man was hiding behind the woman with the shield. For a man.
“Well… whatever that annoying man is, it has nothing to do with me. I won’t be meeting the Hero anyway.”
The masked man’s task was to quietly spread idols throughout the Empire.
And when the time for the decisive battle came, all he had to do was rise up with the idols he had spread. There was no reason to confront the fearsome Hero directly.
The masked man moved again to spread more idols. He had to finish his preparations before the day of the decisive battle arrived.
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Kerry was led by Natasha’s hand into the forest.
It was a forest he didn’t recognize, but he guessed it was probably Natasha’s homeland.
“Natasha, how much further are we going?”
“Heehee!”
Natasha simply held Kerry’s hand and walked ahead, as if she had something to show him.
Then, Natasha finally stopped.
Natasha appeared before Kerry’s eyes. When he looked to the side, Natasha was there too.
There were two Natashas.
The Natasha in front was with a man. A burly man with scary-looking tattoos, who seemed incredibly tough.
Natasha called the man “Dad.”
“Dad, why can’t I fight?”
“…”
The incredibly tough-looking man stared intently at Natasha.
If he was Natasha’s father, would that make him my father-in-law? No, snap out of it! I haven’t married her. I’m still single!
Phew. I’ve been called “husband” and “son-in-law” so much that I almost got brainwashed.
This might be Natasha’s grand scheme.
“Don’t fight if I tell you not to.”
“Why! I’m a warrior of the Maruna too! And the Chieftain’s daughter!”
“Don’t make me repeat myself!”
“…Then, am I never allowed to fight?”
“…”
For the Maruna tribe, a warrior who doesn’t fight is just a laughingstock. No one associates with them, they’re only scorned.
Knowing this, the Chieftain still told his daughter not to fight.
It wasn’t that Natasha’s father, the Chieftain, hated her.
On the contrary, he worried about and loved her.
She was his most precious daughter.
Natasha and the Chieftain argued loudly. Kerry stared at them.
Suddenly, the scenery around Kerry changed.
The peaceful forest was on fire.
The tents where Natasha’s tribe lived were also burning. The tribesmen, turned into ghouls, attacked their families.
The tribe, caught in Nasen and Huruukus scheme, was brutally massacred.
“Heeing… Heeing…”
Natasha, who had been watching alongside him, whimpered. Tears welled up in her large eyes.
“Natasha…”
He couldn’t bring himself to say it was okay. He couldn’t tell her to be strong. The whimpering Natasha beside him began to fade.
At that moment, another Natasha appeared, her face buried in her knees, crying.
“No one… I couldn’t protect anyone. Because I’m weak… everyone died… sob… sniff… I’m an idiot who can’t do anything…”
He finally found the real Natasha.
Natasha was crying alone within her trauma. Kerry slowly approached the crying Natasha.
“Natasha?”
“…Hu…sband?”
Finally, his voice reached Natasha.
“Why can’t you do anything, Natasha? You can avenge your tribe.”
The dead don’t return. But their deaths could be honored.
Revenge is futile?
Bullshit. That’s what people who have taken revenge say.
“Husband… Husband… Waaaaah! Where were you! I looked everywhere for you… Waaaaah!”
“I’m sorry. I would have come sooner if I had known.”
Natasha hugged Kerry. The burning village transformed back into a green village.
It was time to truly return.
As Kerry held Natasha, a man appeared in his fading consciousness. A burly man covered in tattoos, who looked incredibly tough. Natasha’s father.
The man stood firmly at the edge of the forest, as if guarding the green village.
And for a moment, he stared intently, as if making eye contact with Kerry. Was he looking at me? Probably not.
“…”
Before Kerry could say anything to the man, his consciousness shifted again.
He returned to the water tank filled with water.
“Gasp!”
[You’re awake, Kerry. You can come out now.]
Natasha, who had also opened her eyes, was visible.
Kerry carried Natasha and climbed out of the tank.
Their companions ran towards them.
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Natasha became very healthy after that. The message of poison affliction disappeared even from the Eyes of the Goddess, so it was certain.
As if to make up for the lost time, Natasha clung to Kerry all day long.
“Husband saved me again. Hehe.”
“Enough, get off me, Natasha. How can you not even stay away for a second?”
“No. It’s my choice whether I stick to Husband or not. Don’t tell me what to do.”
“Despite your age, you sound just like my ill-mannered niece.”
They seemed to be getting along lately, but she was acting like this. Still, it was better than before.
Lina, also happy to see Natasha awake, often checked on her.
“Lady Natasha, if you feel any pain again, please tell me immediately.”
“Yes, Lady Lina. Don’t worry. I’m really healthy now.”
“This old woman she doesn’t care about, she only cares about her husband. Tsk tsk.”
“Grandma, I’m really sorry.”
Natasha apologized, but she didn’t let go of Kerry.
“Kerry, tell Natasha something. Isn’t she clinging too much?”
Victoria, seemingly displeased with Natasha constantly clinging to him, started complaining to Kerry as well.
Normally, Kerry would have remained neutral, but today was different. Seeing Natasha’s trauma made him feel a bit sorry for her.
Kerry called Victoria softly.
And he whispered, so Natasha couldn’t hear,
“Victoria, I told you jealousy is bad, right?”
Victoria flinched in surprise at Kerry’s whisper.
Indeed, she had been jealous of Lina last night while having sex with Kerry and had been punished for it.
The memory surfaced.
Victoria stammered but couldn’t say anything and returned to her seat.
I protect the party’s peace. No, my dick protects it.
Lina said they would rest only for today for Natasha’s sake. They would resume their schedule tomorrow.
Huruuku was dead, but Nasen was still alive. After seeing Natasha’s trauma, Kerry gritted his teeth at the mere thought of him.
That lion-headed bastard had also spouted nonsense to me. I haven’t forgotten that either.
“Husband, when are we really going to consummate our marriage? Does the woman always have to ask first?”
“…”
Natasha had become more assertive lately.
But if he agreed to consummate the marriage, she would definitely ask for a real wedding ceremony later. That was troublesome.
Besides, he had already… consummated the marriage with Natasha plenty of times.
Night fell.
Natasha, who had come to Kerry’s room clamoring for consummation, was dragged away by Lina. Lina was his lifesaver.
Late at night, Kerry held the White Witch’s seal orb.
He had heard from Lina that the circle he made wasn’t ordinary.
[Where did you learn how to create that circle…?]
[I didn’t learn it.]
[…You mean you created it yourself?]
[Yes. I just thought… it would be more efficient this way.]
[…]
It was a simple conversation, but the seriousness in Lina’s expression made it impossible for him to ignore.
I hope there’s no problem with the circle I made.
When it came to magic, asking the White Witch was the best option.
Kerry moved to the White Witch’s bedroom.
A lace curtain was drawn around the White Witch’s bed. She seemed to be asleep. Well, it was late at night. Of course she should be asleep.
He pulled back the white lace, revealing the White Witch sleeping soundly. She was truly beautiful.
Her perfectly shaped nose, her lips a soft pink even without makeup.
Her face, with all its features, was surprisingly small.
The White Witch was indeed a breathtaking beauty.
He almost marveled at his luck in picking up the White Witch’s sea orbl. It was absurd, but sometimes he thought this other world wasn’t so bad.
“Hmm…”
The White Witch stirred slightly.
Kerry gently pulled her into an embrace. The White Witch was a bit short, so she fit perfectly in his arms.
She still wasn’t waking up.
What should he do to wake her?
Kerry slowly lowered his hand. He placed his right hand on the White Witch’s groin.
He slid his left hand under her nightgown and touched her breast.
He rubbed the White Witch’s pussy and fondled her breast.
“Haa… Hmm…”
The White Witch moaned, seemingly in her sleep.
As always when he touched her breasts, they felt incredibly good in his hand.
The White Witch loved it when he gently squeezed her breasts and then rolled her nipples between his fingers.
“Hmm… Haa…”
Just like now. He didn’t forget to explore her pussy either. He parted her tightly closed pussy lips and searched for her clitoris.
He could find it even without looking, it was second nature by now.
He had touched it so many times.
As he gently rubbed her clitoris, the White Witch stirred and moaned.
“Hmm… Haa…”
Her moans suddenly grew louder. He stopped his hand, thinking she might have woken up.
But the White Witch remained quietly asleep.
She still wasn’t waking up. Was he being too gentle?
Kerry took out his erect penis. He couldn’t help but get hard touching the White Witch’s body.
He positioned his hard, club-like penis against her groin, not inserting it.
Kerry carefully moved his penis back and forth.
Fluids flowed from the White Witch’s pussy, wetting his penis. His slick penis rubbed against her groin.
Her hips moved softly against him. This was strange. Why wasn’t she waking up?
Kerry whispered in the sleeping White Witch’s ear.
“Witch.”
“…”
“Witch.”
“…”
“Why are you pretending to sleep when you’re awake?”
“…”
What? Was she really asleep?
Then, the White Witch stretched and feigned innocence.
“Haa… Kerry, is that you? If you came, you should have woken me up. Why are you in my bed?”
“…”
At least wipe the drool off your lips before you lie. No, wipe the fluids off your pussy before you lie, Witch.
The White Witch’s face turned bright red.
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