Chapter 137 – Marian Goes to Battle
“Then I would like to ask you.”
“Leave it to me.”
I nodded my head as I watched Duke Cablowjob pounding his chest with his fist.
There was advice from the World Tree, and since the village of the elves could not be left unattended, they asked Duke Cablowjob to defend the Great Forest.
No, it would have been reported to the empire that Duke Cablowjob had occupied the Great Forest.
Unlike me, if it was Duke Cablowjob, it would be difficult for him to interfere even in the imperial palace.
“That, the elf you were looking for?”
“I don’t know. No matter how much I searched, I couldn’t find it.”
To my question, Duke Cablowjob frowned and answered like that.
Even if he pretended to be fine on the outside, the way his eyes were shaking made me think that his innocence was still alive at that age.
I pretended not to know Duke Cablowjob’s state of mind his, and looked at his companions his as they were.
“Let’s go.”
The people who would return to the ecliptic with me were already ready.
The Dark Elves who had finished the ceremony were bowing their heads and expressing their gratitude while looking at me and my party, and it was not much different from the beastmen who had gained a new home.
‘Yes?’
I tilted my head at Marianne whispering something to Darcy Nyan.
It was because without me knowing, it seemed like the two of them had become quite close.
I wondered if there was a reason for that, but it wasn’t necessary for me to know all the circumstances of the party, so I said to Marian.
“Marian, ride.”
“Yes? Ah yes!”
Since it was Marian who healed the injuries of the Dark Elves and Elves as well as her Beasts her, I put her on my back her.
Thanks to this, Karen naturally rode behind Genoa, and luckily the Elf Queen and Lucille seemed to know how to ride a horse.
“Fighting, Marian!”
I saw Darcy Nyang shouting at Marianne, who rode behind me, but I ignored her words and started driving her horse.
And the first place the party arrived after leaving the elven village after me was the Darius estate of Duke Cablowjob.
**
“I-I wait on the night…”
“What are you talking about? It’s my turn this time!”
“… It’s troublesome. I-I need vitality too?”
Arriving at the Darius Mansion, Lucille was watching the conversation between the warriors with a puzzled look on her face.
In fact, Lucille’s position in her in the warrior’s party was ambiguous.
It was different from the case of Marian, Genoa, and Karen, who had been with the hero for a long time, and it was different from Isabella, who voluntarily followed the hero.
It was only at the behest of her master her, the lightsaber, that she followed the hero.
Of course, Lucille is also strong enough to be compared to her teacher her, and it is true that she has a crush on the hero who saved her from Balaam.
However, the reality of the warrior party she joined was far beyond her imagination of her.
“This is my father’s estate. Of course, it is my responsibility to treat guests…”
“What are you talking about? I still have a reward to receive from the hero.”
“Ugly human women just fall for it, don’t they?”
“This bitch with big ears, doesn’t even know the order?”
The conversation was moving from serving on the warrior’s night to attacking each other.
Lucille felt her mind her wander, and she began to stumble.
“Da, what the hell is this…”
But regardless of her surprise her, the women’s battle over one hero was getting fiercer and fiercer.
Just looking at the atmosphere right now, it wouldn’t be strange if magic, spirits, and sword spirits were rampant.
It was Marian who caught Lucille’s eyes in her.
Unlike her other women her, Marianne quietly watched the situation, and Lucille mistakenly thought that she had finally found her normal person.
‘As expected, a saint of Guyanese religion!’
“Marian, explain to me what the situation is…”
Lucille approached Marian and asked her, but she made no answer to her Lucille questions her.
Lucille, feeling her strangeness of her and examining Marian closely, was able to notice that she was muttering something of her own.
“Today is your chance, Marian. It’s today. It’s today If you miss an opportunity again, you never know when another opportunity will come. Marian, you can do it. Be brave, Marian. Did you pay attention to your underwear too? Are you okay. Everything will work out. Goddess will help you. Marian.”
Startle.
Hearing Marianne’s muttering, Lucille felt goosebumps goose down her back her.
Because the woman she thought was the most normal, she felt the most dangerous.
“Sorry. I want to take a break today.”
However, the chaotic situation was sorted out with a single word from the hero.
Genoa and Karen agreed to the hero’s words, and Isabella also lowered her head while looking at the hero with a puzzled expression.
Lucille realized then that the hero was the absolute leader and dictator of the group.
‘Oh, just for sleeping?’
Lucille wasn’t young either, and she knew enough about what goes on between men and women.
But what she went through after joining her warrior party completely defied her common sense.
In general, it was the men who risked their lives in bed, and the women in the party were all beautiful enough to be hard to see anywhere.
Of course, the hero was not without charm as a man, but such a one-sided power relationship was bound to be strange.
But Lucille’s surprise did not end there.
For every power, there are forces that oppose it.
“Marian, don’t worry. It’s rather good Didn’t all the hinders disappear thanks to that?”
Lucille started to get goosebumps again at the sound of Marianne talking to herself behind her.
She wondered if she could become like them if she stayed with the warrior party.
**
“One more drink.”
After her party dispersed, Marian headed to the bar in Darius’ estate.
Marian, who drank at once from the glass the barkeeper gave her, recalled what had happened in the elven manor while enjoying the burning sensation in her stomach her.
‘Push in! There is no man who can take ten shots and not pass!’
Apparently, Dalsignan had given himself such advice.
It was clear that Marianne, unlike her other women her, did not approach the champion frankly.
Right now, just today, Karen and Genoa went out to wait on the night of the warriors, and even the elf queen, who suddenly joined them, joined them.
But what about himself?
The fool who was speechless in that situation was Marian Delarosi.
‘If you don’t have the courage, at least drink and go in! Alcohol is the true elixir of love!’
Remembering Darcy Nyang’s advice to her, Marianne continued to drink alcohol she had never even tasted in her life.
The curious thing was that the more I drank one or two cups like that, the more courage I could not know the source of.
“One more drink.”
“… Doesn’t that sound like a good thing to stop drinking?”
“Write! Give it if you want! Because if you have money, you have it.”
Marianne cried as she set down the gold coins from her Order her on the table in her bar.
Of course, the money would have been an offering someone had prepared for the development of the church and faith in the goddess, but to Marianne now, none of that mattered.
Because she was Marian who she thought that the way she wrote was much more beneficial to the world than the church’s rotten archbishops used it in the wrong place.
‘Sex! Isn’t sex the way to realize the love of a goddess on earth? If not, why would God give humans cocks and pussies?’
It was absurd nonsense, but it was like salvation to Marian, who had already fallen into the swamp of lust.
Marianne, like a drowning man, she clung to Darcy Nyan’s flimsy theory of her as her lifeline her.
“Great!”
Marian took another sip of her drink and felt the heat rise through her body.
Her cheeks her turned red as if she was excited, and her whole body her seemed to be tensed, and then it was released again.
‘Marian, don’t worry. You’re attractive enough.’
‘Probably even the hero would like to fuck me with his cock if you rushed at me.’
Soon, her undergarments were soaked with moisture, and Marian began to see her eccentricity as well as her tremendous courage.
“Huh… It’s like a desperate cat.”
Marian muttered that and stood up from her seat.
Her body her, already intoxicated, staggered to the point of precariousness.
It was very dangerous for a woman to get drunk at a bar alone in the middle of the night, but it was not that common in the empire for a tall man to touch a drunken saint.
“Today!”
Marianne cried out who she was talking to, something she couldn’t tell, and she ran out of the bar just like that.
And, of course, the place she headed to was her hero’s room her.
