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A tantalizing aroma perates the air, capturing my attention. It's the scent of a particular food, but with an added twist—mingled with the essence of beastly flesh.
I slowly open my eyes, greeted by a hazy sight of a white ceiling. Blinking a few tis, the blurry image sharpens, revealing a sight that leaves dumbfounded—at pillows looming above .
"Fufu, they say waking up to the sight of breasts is quite pleasant," Marilyn muses, playfully juggling her ample bosom over my head.
Although she currently wears a loose purple gown, her voluptuous curves remain unmistakable, unconfined by the fabric.
"Well... That's certainly an unconventional way to wake soone from sleep," I mutter, raising my upper body. Marilyn also gets up and heads towards a table positioned at the far end of the room.
I suspect she's bringing the food whose enticing aroma beckoned awake.
As my gaze follows her, it lands on Verona, who sits timidly at the edge of the second bed. Today, she wears a long black gown, seemingly a tad too large for her. With a re glance, I recognize it as one of Marilyn's dresses—a dress I procured for her. (Unfortunately, it doesn't fit well due to her large chest that won't stop growing. ಥ_ಥ)
"Verona," I call out in a gentle voice, causing her to raise her head and et my gaze.
"Ah, mister, you're finally awake. I don't know what to say, but thank you for everything yesterday. I can't express my gratitude enough, but I promise..." Verona's voice trembles as she expresses her appreciation, tears streaming down her face. Though her words rush past too quickly for to fully grasp, the pain in her voice is palpable.
What has she endured?
"It's alright, Verona. Besides, I made quite a bit of money from that muscle-bound fool, haha. And since you seem prepared, I suppose I should fulfill my promise to you," I say, waving my hand. In an instant, a small pouch materializes in my palm.
"Here, this pouch contains two hundred gold coins. You can use it to start your own business and beco a rchant," I say, tossing the pouch to Verona.
"T-This... Sir, are you giving all the money you earned from my forr master?" Verona's voice quivers as she speaks, tears welling up in her eyes once again.
"Fufu, it's nothing... Don't thank again," I reply with a casual shrug, shifting my focus to Marilyn, who approaches with a tray in her hands.
Abruptly, she stops in front of , gently placing the tray on the bed. As I peer at its contents, my mouth falls agape.
"I... I woke up early and paid a small fee to use the kitchen upstairs. I made you this broth using the at of a unique beast. Consuming it will enhance your vitality," Marilyn says, her cheeks reddening as she averts her gaze.
"I've found that practicing mindfulness and engaging in regular exercise significantly contribute to overall vitality," she adds.
Listening to her words, I stroke my chin in contemplation.
"Hmm, you know I train and exercise rigorously, so why the constant emphasis on vitality?" I ask curiously. "Or perhaps, are you attempting to increase my vitality so that when we have sex, your moans will fill the air?" A mischievous grin creeps onto my face.
Upon hearing my words, Marilyn lets out a weary sigh, placing her hands on her hips.
"You foolish master, I'm trying to increase your vitality because it makes it easier for you to absorb monster cores as an adventurer!" Marilyn exclaims with a hint of exasperation, her hands now covering her face.
"Heh, you should have ntioned that earlier. You made it sound rather perverted. Anyway, I'll dig in right away," I declare, picking up the tray and setting it on my lap.
Without hesitation, I begin sipping the broth with a spoon, relishing its flavors. The at, tender and succulent, is easily cut with the spoon.
"Mmm, such a delicious al," I manage to utter with a mouthful, devouring generous portions of the at.
Marilyn snorts and walks away, feigning indifference. Yet, her embarrassnt is evident from my remark.
"M-Mister," Verona speaks up in a hushed voice, glancing towards Marilyn in the distance. "I overheard your maid ntion the Adventurers Guild. Are you planning to beco an adventurer?"
I montarily set aside the at I was about to consu, raising my head to et Verona's gaze.
"Yes, after I finish eating, I'll make my way to the Adventurers Guild," I affirm, gulping down the remaining broth and devouring the remaining chunk of at.
"M-Mister, may I accompany you and beco an adventurer as well?" Verona asks timidly, her voice barely audible, her eyes darting back to Marilyn before nervously swallowing.
"Do you have a death wish or sothing? Besides, I don't want you tagging along and burdening ," I respond, shaking my head disapprovingly.
"I'll go my own way once I obtain my adventurer's identification card. I know there's a chance I might get killed by a beast, but as an awakened individual capable of manipulating fire, if I train relentlessly and slay nurous monsters, I can increase my mana pool.
If I had beco strong enough, I wouldn't have let my sister be taken away from ," Verona mutters, clenching her fists, her face filled with newfound determination.
Witnessing her resolve, a smile forms on my face. I appreciate a woman who strives to grow stronger, refusing to beco a burden and relying solely on others. In this life, I won't allow any of my companions to burden .
"I admire your determination, Verona. Don't you dare die on . Think of your sister—if you want to save her, you must survive," I declare, offering Verona a warm smile as I rise from the bed and embrace her gently.
However...
There's an unmistakable killing intent directed towards .
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