Chapter 53: Promise You Won’t Tell...
’This strange woman is his servant?!’
Brea slowly lowered her axe and released her Prana while doubtfully examining the woman standing in front of her, scanning up and down several tis, before whistling.
The tall, petite woman with pointed ears peeked at her with the facade of fear, while her fingers tightened around the sharp edge of her bow with each second.
"You called him Master, huh? But I don’t think I’ve ever seen soone as pretty as you around him."
’At least not at the camp, or since I t him... is she so hidden lover?’
Brea assud while catching her breath.
The elf then spoke, her voice like a lodic bell chiming delicately in Brea’s ears.
"Ah, forgive , Lady Brea, for hiding my true form, but you should understand... being soone from the esteed Templars, sotis your face and figure being known is a curse more than a blessing."
’....’
’Damn, what a sexy voice!’
Brea didn’t answer, but she understood almost imdiately.
Her guess probably wasn’t that far off.
That’s when a swirl of green mist enveloped the pretty elf.
She transford and beca a familiar middle-aged man with greying hair. Her new look revealed a man she knew. A mont later, she returned her form to the pretty elf.
The Templar’s jaw dropped upon seeing the change, before shouting.
"No shit... you’re that charming old man!?"
It completely stunned her.
"Lady Brea, I plead you keep this form a secret, from Mistress Iris and Galatea..."
A strange ticklish sensation spread through the huge Templar’s stomach each ti the elf called her a lady.
"Oh?! Then... am I the only one who knows?" Brea cocked her head to the side with a smirk.
Brea thought of the little dwarf Iris, who accepted her when she had nowhere to go, but in reality, no matter how close they seed, it was an outside relation. Not to ntion, the mont Luka treated Brea not as a brutish berserk but a normal woman...
There was a strange change in her body.
A bloom of warmth spread through her frozen heart, gently thawing the ice which stopped her from smashing his pretty little face.
"Ah, no... Master, he knows."
The elf’s fair cheeks puffed with a bright red hue.
Brea’s chest thumped at the sight despite being a fellow woman, before she shook her head and started flicking the dirty goblin blood from her leather armour while sighing.
"So... why did he ask you to co here? To keep watch on ?"
Brea rested the massive axe against her right shoulder before yanking the black arrow from the goblin’s neck and handing it to Vaun. "Well, I don’t bla him... a woman like ..."
’I understand, to find a forr Templar roaming around his lands, who wouldn’t doubt .’
She narrowed her eyes, scrunching her face as she struggled to accept the aning of Vaun being here, the short delight of him fondling her in the tent blurred, and what remained of the light fluttering in her chest faded.
Until the elf quickly interrupted.
"No! That’s not it... Ehm... well, he asked
to keep you safe."
The words were ridiculous.
A half-Ogre...
To keep a woman with enough strength and ability to kill most grown n, safe?
’But why... why does it make my chest so strange?’
Her heart pounded, just knowing it wasn’t because of any doubt... but she quickly pushed those emotions down. ’Mother always said a lady shouldn’t show her emotions or spread her legs too easily... I can’t let him know!’
So she beca a little more doubtful, answering back with a slightly raised pitch.
"W-What do you an?! Doesn’t he know I am a templar... I showed my power. Are you lying to keep
happy?"
"No, no... Master just said you were his future woman and that I should remain unseen and keep the goblins to a number that wouldn’t cause you any harm, but also let you have all the fun you wanted..."
Brea froze.
This ti, it was her cheeks flushing bright red.
Her heart pounded as she quickly turned away, covering her face, hiding it from the elf.
’No... mother said, n are all wolves...’ mories of her muscular mother, from the village at seven feet tall, always bossing her father around. But, unlike Brea, her mother was popular, so these sayings had a aning.
For the unpopular virgin Brea... her mother’s rules were torture.
’But I’ve been dying to find a single wolf who’d try and hunt
all this ti...’
"Y-You’re not lying to , right? Look at my body full of scars... the n in the village all reject ... calling
the half-ogre beast..."
It wasn’t a lie.
’Though they’re not exactly wrong....’ She thought of her mother and the tribe she ca from, before shaking her head. ’No, even if I slept with him, would I need to tell him that...? No, it’s fine...’
Most of the n in the ogre village were captives, orcs and other larger races that suffered greatly at the hands of her mother and aunts.
That’s when the elves’ shout ca from behind her, a shocking and strange series of words, causing Brea to turn back quickly.
"Are you kidding ? Look at the size of your chest!?" Vaun pointed at her chest, hips, then her own behind before shouting. "Do you not realise just how impossible it is to compete with those huge things...!?"
’This elf, she’s kinda cute and nice!’
Brea didn’t have many friends, though she got along with the wild dwarves and bandits of Amol Village, and even they steered clear of her after seeing her body.
This little elf didn’t even blink after seeing the scars on her chest, stomach and arms, just like Luka, who got a peek.
It was a delightful feeling.
"Heh... but you’re so pretty, graceful, and your hair shines like the finest black silk."
"Ah?!" Vaun hadn’t told Brea her true na, which didn’t matter to the Templar; she just chuckled as the elf also seed embarrassed at the complint.
"D-Do you think so?" Vaun asked.
"Mhm, to be honest, after seeing you like this, I wondered if you’ve already slept with him."
The elf quickly waved her hands before her face. "No way... ? With Master?!"
Brea frowned at this strange disconnection, though she didn’t know what kind of secrets or troubles the elf carried. She also understood the loneliness of hiding your true self and feelings behind a mask.
So she wanted to help, even though they were technically rivals.
"So you’re truly happy just being his bow... not his woman?"
"Well, he didn’t look at
like that... so, isn’t it fine?"
"Haaaah... listen, girl, you’re so foolish. That kid—"
"Lord Luka!"
’Wow... she’s full on!’ Brea held back her laugh, not intending to insult him with ’Kid,’ but when she first t the boy, he was barely over five feet tall. It wasn’t until recently that his height started shooting up. ’The growth spurt, Mother ntioned, I guess?’
"Okay~ don’t be angry, alright? Ahh, whatever you want
to say."
Brea waved in the air, her voice a little strange before she slapped one palm on Vaun’s shoulder almost crippling the elf.
"Listen to ! That kid, ahem! Lord Luka! You know if you lay in his bed naked, and asked him to grant you rcy or whatever... you’d probably be walking funny the next morning!"
Brea wasn’t like Galatea or Vaun; she’d spent ti in all-male barracks during her training, and then the force of Templars was ten males to one female.
Sex wasn’t sothing to hide; in her old village, it was sothing common to see.
Ogres struggled to conceive.
So, there wasn’t any ti for this kind of naivety.
Being a half-ogre, it ant few n even looked at her as a woman, and the ones who did weren’t able to interest her.
’Well, it might be because of my mother... but size is everything to a female Ogre.’
The average height of a female pureblooded ogre was seven to eight feet, while a halfblood just surpassed six feet one.
But when it ca to partners, they couldn’t be like other smaller races, because everything about them was bigger.
Boobs, thighs, ass, and even their sexual appetite.
If a man wasn’t seven inches, getting pregnant or enjoying the life of a woman was nothing but a dream. Even though their erogenous zones were much larger, thus easier to stimulate, ironically, they were much deeper inside, so far a normal man couldn’t reach.
As if the creator hated them specifically.
Her mother spoke of how it took her squeezing her father dry for six years to conceive her, and he was the largest she’d seen in her life at just over six inches, and that was only because he was barely six inches as a half-orc.
The human average was four to five regardless of clan or heritage.
Another issue was that her tribe lived on the border of the high-elf nation, and so over generations, their aesthetic beca the pretty elven n.
Even if their small sticks couldn’t even graze their insides, it was a matter of attraction and couldn’t be changed. Orcs were slly, trolls were ugly, elves were too small, and humans were barely able to pass the base length needed.
’That’s why there’s no chance that kid is a damn pureblooded human... that thing was bigger than an orc... and on par with a damn troll.’
She ruled out male ogres, before her mother already told her what happened to those poor souls. Because of their nature, an ogre usually gave birth to a female at a 7-to-1 ratio, leading to the males being wiped out by past tribes milking them in droves.
anwhile, finally recovering from her shock, the elf asked.
"D-Do you think he’d see
in that way? I’m okay just serving by his side... his fiancée is scary and hates non-humans..."
"Hmm, Iris is fine with anything, she just hates sharing, though?"
"Ah..."
That’s when Vaun paused.
"I didn’t an Lady Iris, but Master’s human fiancée..."
That’s when Brea’s bright face darkened, and she glanced into the elf’s eyes and said sothing with the most serious, monotone voice ever.
"Iris will kill her."
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