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The hero sensed something off about the village maiden.
“W-what did you say? How can a hero utter such words….”
“If you won’t help, then get out of the village!”
Whether it was my words that set them off or not, the villagers gripped their crude weapons and shouted at me. They seemed to believe that, hero or not, I wouldn’t harm them. And honestly, I had no intention of engaging them no matter what they said.
I’d already tried persuading them like some saint in the previous timeline, even stayed in the village to help in the end—but the results weren’t good. No reason to repeat the same mistake unless I was an idiot.
I’ve given them a chance to run. That’s enough responsibility fulfilled.
While I bickered with these fools, other villages were likely under monster attack. It was already a scramble just to gather those who’d decided to flee.
Ignoring the villagers’ clamor, I headed to Talion, tethered off to the side.
“Hiiing!”
Talion let out a short snort, clearly displeased with the villagers’ attitude.
Funny beast.
Talion really did seem smart. When we’d left Butler Territory and arrived where I’d left him, he’d untied the reins I’d bound him with and was casually grazing. Despite being able to flee, he hadn’t.
The reason was simple. Spotting Marian, he’d fawned over her like he wanted praise, rubbing his face slyly against her chest—only to get kicked by me. After that, with Marian mounted, he’d perked up again, grinning like an idiot.
Anyway, gripping the reins of the lecherous Talion, I turned to Marian. She watched me with an expression questioning if we should really leave the village like this, but she was just as fed up with the villagers’ attitudes.
“Marian, let’s go. There are plenty of others worth saving besides these people.”
“...Okay.”
Even Marian gave up on persuading them in the end, and the villagers unleashed a torrent of curses at us. From complaints about stirring up anxiety needlessly to outright suspicions that I was a fake hero.
Part of me wanted to sweep them all away, but there was no need to stain my hands with the blood of people who’d already dug their own graves.
“Krik—krik—.”
Just as Marian and I prepared to leave the village, monsters conveniently poured in.
The villagers naturally turned to us, but I had no plans to move for their sake.
In the end, a few fed-up villagers grabbed their makeshift weapons and charged the monsters. Their precious crops were being trampled, after all.
I frowned at the monsters clashing with villagers all over the place.
What the hell is this?
The attackers were small fry like goblins and kobolds. Moreover, they focused on burning crops and smashing buildings, barely engaging the people beyond a token fight.
Impossible, considering the ones who’d hit Butler Territory in the first timeline. If it were them, minotaurs or ogres—proper heavy hitters—should’ve come crashing in, not these punks.
Things have changed again.
I thought that as I cut down the monsters approaching me.
The Demon King’s army must’ve shifted internally. I’d planned to leave the village as is, but now I had reason to stick around and observe for a bit.
“W-we won!”
“Yeah, the Demon King’s army or whatever—nothing special!”
As the monsters fled, the villagers raised their farm-tool weapons in triumph.
A few young men glanced my way with smug pride, but it didn’t last. Far more monster corpses littered around me than what they’d managed to kill.
Marian hadn’t helped much in the fight, but Talion was different. Disgusted at the mere thought of their filthy hands touching his white coat, he’d rampaged wildly, massacring them. Plenty of goblins crushed under his hind hooves.
“...It’s getting late. Why not stay the night?”
The village chief approached and asked. His motive was obvious. As Marian had said, monster raids would continue, and while they’d scraped by this time, there were no guarantees next time.
It was a transparent ploy, but it aligned with my goal of watching the village, so I nodded casually.
“Sure.”
**
“I-I’ve come to attend you tonight.”
I scowled at the sudden visitor to the lodging the chief had prepared.
I’d suspected some scheme, but sending a woman? They’d separated me from Marian thinking she was a saint, but apparently there was more to it.
“No need.”
I eyed her with clear displeasure. Truth be told, the woman the chief had sent was stunningly beautiful. A touch rustic, but an exotic allure emanated from her entire body. Hard to believe such a woman existed in this backwater.
“N-no, I have to stay here tonight, no matter what.”
She pleaded with a frightened expression. Maybe she had some backstory, but her desperate voice stirred my lower body against my will.
What’s this?
My mind felt disgust, but my body reacted entirely differently. Staring at her amid that oddly familiar unease.
“I’ll do my best, so please protect the village.”
As I stayed silent, she approached slowly, knelt before me, and naturally tugged down my pants. Her cool hand gripped my fully engorged cock—just the right chill for pleasure.
She stared up at my face, grasping my shaft with both hands and stroking. Normally, I’d have shoved her out, but that strange mood made me watch for now.
“Haa… As expected of a hero. It’s different from the others.”
She murmured in admiration at its size, licking her lips before taking it into her mouth. Her slick tongue glided over my glans, and soon she bobbed her head, stimulating me. One hand fondled my balls while the other teased my chest.
For someone shoved into a hero’s room by force, her skill was suspiciously expert. And that wasn’t the only oddity.
This village was a slash-and-burn settlement of have-nots. With monster raids on top, most were malnourished and unwashed. Yet this woman showed no signs of deprivation—her whole body even carried a pleasant fragrance.
So that’s it?
Suddenly, the daytime monsters’ half-hearted retreat made sense. Not certain yet, but if she was who I suspected, everything clicked.
“Mm…”
The woman, sucking my cock busily with both hands, began wiggling her hips like she was in heat. As my gaze naturally drifted to her ass—
An unexpected guest slipped into my room.
**
“Ugh, annoying! The people here are all annoying, and the ones in Butler Territory are annoying too!”
Marian muttered to herself, sprawled on the bed. Every human she’d met traveling with the hero was abnormal.
Of course, the Gaiana Church high priests were loathsome too, but she hadn’t expected powerless paupers to be just as vile.
Or on second thought, the Raksha Street folk she’d grown up with were equally destitute—and by her standards, far from good people.
The illusion that the weak were virtuous shattered. Distrust of all humanity began etching into her mind. She was slipping into misanthropy, bit by bit.
Fortunately, the hero was a little different.
He takes responsibility.
His words had felt cringey at first, but his way of handling people was impressive. More worldly than her, skilled at managing them—it was enough to shake the heart of a naive young woman just starting to see the world.
Ah, can’t sleep. Guess I’ll go peek at the hero.
Still in bed, Marian activated her soul projection. Already imagining grinding her pussy against his body, she grinned lewdly.
In the hero’s room she found: a strange woman sucking his cock, and the hero silently watching her kneel and service him.
A normal person might’ve been disappointed by his hypocrisy, but Marian had a unique streak.
Her walls had crumbled watching Jena and the hero fuck, after all. Feeling her body heat up strangely, she crept closer to watch the woman blow him.
And then, the woman sucking the hero’s cock spotted Marian’s astral form and screamed in shock.
“Fuck, you scared me!”
H-how?
Marian stared back at her in equal surprise.