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I couldn’t believe it.

Is merely being petted considered a wish? Speak some sense.

In this world, what kind of fool would settle the price of a life-or-death battle with just a few strokes on the head?

Perhaps if it were a naive hero from an old clichéd tale, but the opponent was the sinister and vulgar original protagonist, Kal.

To put it bluntly, even if you ask for a single touch of the body, wouldn’t it be insufficient to settle for just a head pat?

There’s something fishy going on here.

Surely, a trap that one cannot escape from has been prepared.

Unless that’s the case, why would one only request a head pat without asking for more?

I grabbed the hand of the fellow who seemed to ambiguously want to end the wish and growled.

“Pat me more.”

I’m telling you in advance.

It’s not because Kal enjoys patting that I asked for more.

So, in order to properly fulfill the wish, wouldn’t it be better to avoid any future requests later?

Of course, this fellow doesn’t seem like he’d do that, but you never know! If the price was too low, he might demand another wish!

As the fellow’s hand seemed to falter, Kal opened his mouth with a stern face.

“Are you okay?”

“What?”

“No, nothing. I’ll just pat you some more.”

With a look of realization, he began to gently pat my head again.

Pat, pat.

…As the fellow’s hand touched my head, a tingling and languid sensation once again sent shivers down my spine.

Indeed, this is dangerous.

But there’s no choice. If I end this ambiguously, Kal might come back and ask for another wish.

Enduring the sensation that made my whole body languid, I tried to hold back.

Pat, pat.

“Heh, heh…♡”

Under the merciless hand stroking through my hair, my patience crumbled in an instant.

Damn it, this feels like being caressed by a female body!

How can one feel so much from just a pat?

No, this isn’t just any pat; Kal is exceptionally good at this!

Wasn’t this supposed to be an author-approved pity party? Can pity be expressed this well?

I thought I could overcome pleasure with willpower.

Whether it was my own delusion or not, every time I was patted, I had to stifle a moan.

“Heh… Hng… Hoo…?!”

The fact that I was being patted by a man itself felt repulsive, but the pleasure was so intense that it overshadowed that feeling.

Sometimes, the pleasure from the fellow’s touch was addictive enough to make me catch my breath.

I have to stop.

If I let him keep patting me, I’ll turn into a wench, not a witch.

But if I stop here, won’t it be too ambiguous?

Until the fellow is satisfied, I should keep patting, so I can truly say the wish has been fulfilled, right?

The argument to stop immediately and the argument to continue clashed sharply in my mind.

What choice would be considered wise in this situation?

…From the moment I started pondering such things, I might be called a fool or an idiot.

But what can I do when my mind isn’t working properly?

Damn it, this isn’t right.

This is really absurd.

Struggling with conflicting opinions endlessly, I suddenly realized a sense of emptiness creeping in.

…The patting stopped.

However, strangely enough, despite enjoying it, I kept feeling a sense of regret.

At times like this, having a lecherous body doesn’t help at all.

Suppressing a roaring sense of regret, I said to the fellow,

“Just a little more… Oh, no, that’s not it…”

Now even my words are coming out wrong.

Am I losing it, damn it!

I wanted to ask, “Is it over?” but why did “Pat me a little more” come out instead?

I feel self-disgust.

Could it be that without realizing it, even my mind has turned into a female body?

Pressing my forehead and ruffling my aching head, I finally spoke up again.

“Is it… over?”

“Well, yeah, but are you okay? It was fine for me, but you seemed to really hate it.”

“Of course I hated it! How could I feel good about that?!”

“You hated it that much? Ah, I feel a bit sorry now.”

“It’s just… because it was a wish… there’s no need for an apology…”

Avoiding eye contact, I fidgeted with my fingers.

I wasn’t expecting an apology, but I felt somewhat sorry.

…And it was still a bit ambiguous, wasn’t it?

Even if I risked my life to break through the impasse, ending with just a few minutes of petting seemed like a paltry reward, don’t you think?

I gently whispered as I poked the side of the blade that was about to fall asleep, “Hey.”

“Why are you trying to sleep already?”

“I don’t think this is right. It’s too small of a reward for risking my life.”

“So, you want more petting?”

“No, no! Are you crazy?! I really don’t like it!!!”

…Truth be told, I didn’t dislike it, but it would be dangerous to receive more petting here.

It was risky enough earlier, and if I crossed the line… honestly, it felt like my expression would completely unravel.

No matter what, that must never happen. If anyone saw, they might think I had fallen as a corrupt female.

Avoiding eye contact, I lowered my voice and spoke again.

“Think of another wish. But this time, nothing naughty.”

“I don’t recall head-patting being particularly naughty.”

“It was naughty enough?! How strange that feeling was…!”

As I spoke, I suddenly realized my mistake.

I said I disliked it, yet found it strange; what kind of contradiction was that?

“Tsk… tsk…”

Feeling that something was amiss, I looked ahead to see the darn blade guy smirking at me.

…Cancel the ‘lack of conscience’ comment.

Is this bastard playing around with me?

I stiffened my face and punched him in the solar plexus.

“Eeeek!!!”

The sound of muscles tensing filled the ruins.

—–

At the moment when the sword was enthusiastically hitting Beatrice, in the southern Great Forest.

Lorian, the saint candidate who arrived at the Great Forest with the elves, slowly opened her eyes.

“…Where am I?”

Thick, towering trees surrounded her.

And nearly naked beauties wandering around in skimpy clothes, making saliva involuntarily pool in her mouth.

She quickly realized where she was.

“It seems to be the Great Forest, and not just any, but the notorious Southern Great Forest.”

The elves she had met so far were all elves exuding a strong aura that could be treated as mere ornaments.

The crude overlapping sounds and sticky water noises coming from all directions.

Confirming the similarities between this place and the Southern Great Forest mentioned by the former high priest, Lorian confirmed that this was indeed the ‘Southern Great Forest.’

“Sigh.”

Exhaling deeply, she concealed her overflowing sacred power.

Since she had boldly trespassed, things were not going to end well.

So she needed to escape.

Whether the elves would leave her alone was uncertain, but wouldn’t it be better to at least try rather than not trying at all?

After pondering, she took advantage of the moment when the elves were distracted by other brethren and made her escape.

However, to her surprise, the elves did not chase after her at all.

Perplexed, Lorian heightened her hearing with sacred power and eavesdropped on the elves’ conversation quietly.

“Sister, is that girl running away? Should we chase her?”

“No, let her go. What’s the point of chasing after that filth?”

“Don’t we need to purify filth? Besides, she even eyed our bodies! Revenge…”

“Kal’ia sister said if we report back after chasing the intruders, she’ll give us each a special breed of horse. No soup for latecomers, got it?”

“Well, then, there’s nothing we can do. Oh, right! There’s that super buff senior! Is that one mine? Don’t eye it!”

“[Yes, well done. The one who eats first is the leader.]”

“Sister!!!”

“…This is insane.”

Lorian quietly poured out her anger.

“What did you say to me, a child of the almighty Agathon…? Filth…?”

It’s blasphemy.

This is something that must be ‘repented’ for.

Moreover, you see.

“How could one be so vulgar in body and mind like that? It seems I need to guide them onto the right path.”

She didn’t like everything about the elves.

Including walking around almost naked like that.

A complete contradiction to the teachings of the church.

She felt extremely uncomfortable with this, but she currently lacked the power to ‘repent’ the elves immediately.

Unlike the Western wilderness, where the elves could exert all their power, it was practically impossible for even one elf to win. In fact, it was a daunting situation to defeat even one elf.

Let alone, it was difficult to defeat that one.

“I won’t act on my own, unfortunately.”

Because the elves always paired up.

Though momentarily disheartened, Lorian regained her courage by reciting a prayer.

“The High Priestess said: A saint rises after overcoming trials.”

That’s right, I can’t be consumed by these trials.

I must become a beacon of light in the darkness and guide others.

If I continue to be despondent like this, is that truly the mindset of someone becoming a saint?

Determined to overcome the trials, Lorian first offered an apology that her siblings would not hear.

“I will rescue you soon, my brothers. Please endure a little longer in the arms of those creatures.”

Then, moving away from the heart of the forest, she vowed,

“Oh, Agathon, under your great will, I shall lead these vulgar beings to repentance.”

Please, lend your wisdom and strength to this foolish one.

Would such a prayer from Lorian reach the heavens?

Whether fate or luck, a lone elf who violated the rules and wandered alone caught her eye.

Quietly, Lorian looked at the elf as if it were prey, savoring the anticipation.

Chomp –

Soon, the silent scream of the elf began.