episode_0026

The sound of goblins crying was heard. It seemed like the birth had ended.

“…Thank you for your hard work.”

Victims who were in the same situation in the goblin stronghold comforted the woman. There was no room for me to intervene.

It was ridiculous even to sympathize and stick by their side.

I didn’t go into the room. I waited outside and received a goblin baby.

My role is to deal with the goblin baby.

I quickly finished and came back. It wasn’t even killing one or two goblins.

“This is simple enough.”

There was no reason to hesitate.

The goblin baby was buried in the village backyard as soon as it was born. I returned what the fathers had done.

I chopped it up finely and sprinkled it with manure.

He couldn’t even scream and just died. It was a natural result since goblins like him couldn’t withstand a hero’s sword.

The pregnant woman went into care. Care was nothing special.

Having alone time and doing mind control was her way of taking care of herself.

The atmosphere at the inn calmed down. But it wasn’t dark.

“Time will solve everything.”

“Suddenly?”

Dennis approached me and spoke.

“Your expression seems to pity them.”

“Does it show?”

“I can feel it.”

Half pity, half admiration.

She decided to give birth to a monster someday to meet her own child. At that moment of firm determination, her eyes were shining most beautifully in the world.

Motherhood was more wonderful than any other emotion. That’s what I think.

“I hope she recovers quickly. Mentally rather than physically.”

“She’ll get up soon. She was a strong woman.”

Dennis also acknowledges strength. So she will soon suppress her emotions and get up.

Physically impossible right now, though.

Ding-dong-.

Chatting in the hall. The inn door opened.

Lisa stood up thinking it might be a guest.

“…Village Chief.”

Lisa sat down without hiding her disappointment.

The village chief was not a guest. He doesn’t stay at the inn. It’s not expensive.

“Dyke.”

The village chief came with business.

“Thank you for saving my granddaughter. I didn’t thank you earlier, so I came to say it now.”

“Oh, yes.”

At the time Jenny was just born, the village chief was also busy. He must have been busy checking on his granddaughter and making juice.

“You just did what you had to do.”

“I don’t know how reassuring it is to have you in our village. I heard there are significant victims in other villages. Our village has suffered no harm.”

I roughly understood what the village chief was trying to say.

“Because I clean up periodically.”

“Thank you. Thanks to you, I can see Jenny again. Without you, I really… wouldn’t want to imagine it. Thank you very much.”

Even the village chief, who engages in harassment, seems to cherish his granddaughter greatly. Trying to send him away with some humility.

The village chief seemed determined not to stop expressing his gratitude.

“So we decided to make today our village anniversary.”

“Anniversary?”

“As a token of gratitude to you, we named it Dyke’s Day! Everyone in the village will gather to enjoy a small festival. What do you think?”

“….”

The village chief approached me subtly and whispered.

“Jenny told me. The Hero Party has been reborn.”

“…Yes?”

“Are those women your party members? Are you planning to resume activities as heroes?”

“….”

The village chief pointed to where the first group was gathered.

‘It might look like a Hero Party to Jenny.’

Since the fact that I was a hero was already widely known. Jenny would have heard and known about it.

However, does that hero go around with three women who have reached a high level of skill?

Depending on the interpretation, there may be people who accept it like a village chief. This was the part I had to explain.

There’s no point in letting them know about the Hero Party.

“It’s not a Hero Party.”

From the beginning, they are not a Hero Party. They are just daughters of former Hero Party members.

“Dyke, I know everything. Tina, Charlotte, Aleisha. They’ve returned, haven’t they?”

“….”

The village chief knows the three of them. They operated based on the cradle of abundance.

It was natural.

‘Making fun and harassing.’

I shook my head.

“They look alike, but they’re not.”

“No? They look exactly the same.”

“They’re look-alikes.”

“Hmm. If you say so, then that’s probably it.”

The village chief didn’t delve deep. He was a man who could sense potential trouble like a ghost.

A master of crossing boundaries.

“Anyway, we’ve decided to hold a small festival. Since the village kids don’t know what kind of man you are, we want to properly introduce you and let them get familiar with your face.”

“….”

The village is small if it’s small and wide if it’s wide. Even if they recognize your face, they weren’t particularly close.

Especially with the kids, there was a sense of distance.

‘It seems like everyone dislikes me.’

The village chief was saying he would connect me with the next generation of children. It wasn’t a bad proposal.

‘If we meet as a group, Olivia No. 2 might even make a friend.’

In many ways, it was a good festival. Whether the intention was pure or not, I’m not sure.

“Understood. When will it start?”

“It shouldn’t take long to prepare. As I said, it’s a small festival. We’ll see each other’s faces, have a drink or two. Just enjoy it lightly and it will end. How about it, okay?”

“Yes, that’s fine.”

“I’ll send someone in about 2 hours. You can come out then.”

The village chief immediately went out to prepare for the festival.

* * *

2 hours.

We weren’t just idling. We were also working. Getting the inn ready to close.

Sweeping the floor, cleaning the bathhouse. Time passed quickly.

“Dyke.”

The person the village chief sent was none other than the village chief’s son, Gallen.

“Dyke! Thank you so much!”

As soon as Gallen entered the inn, he knelt down in front of me from his knees. He showed a more fantastic dogeza than Olivia No. 1.

“Thank you. Thank you so much. For saving Jenny, really! I can’t think of anything else to say.”

“Why are you suddenly like this?”

Gallen didn’t intend to get up. Even when I tried to force him to stand up, he stubbornly resisted.

Against the power of a hero?

“My father came to give thanks earlier, right? Actually, I wanted to go. But my father stopped me. He said if I went, I wouldn’t talk about the festival at all and would just come back. Crying, sobbing, just shedding tears and coming back!”

“….”

Actually, it’s true. Whether it’s the festival or whatever, I’m not interested. I… I…!”

He almost lost his daughter. Not just losing her, but losing her miserably.

I wasn’t the only one in the inn. There were also victims who had been heavily violated and escaped from the goblin enclave. There were also pregnant women forcibly impregnated by those bastards.

Their appearance was Jenny’s future. Thinking that way, I could understand why Gallen was crying and making a fuss.

“Sob, sniff! Hng…!”

Gallen was crying his eyes out.

He didn’t care if anyone was watching around him. He just kept repeating how grateful he was while clinging to my leg.

Now that I think about it, Olivia No. 1’s sincerity wasn’t sincere at all.

‘This is real sincerity.’

When I see someone I truly appreciate, I don’t even think about being humble. I’m just happy.

The fact that I was able to help someone with my own strength.

“It’s done. It wasn’t difficult.”

“Ahaha, heung…!”

“Are the festival preparations done?”

“They’re done. You just need to show up.”

“Is that so?”

I comforted and helped her up. Her intense crying gradually subsided.

“…Women who have been raped by goblins probably don’t cry like this.”

I turned around.

“People who want to rest at the inn can do so. There’s no need to go.”

It’s a festival for village camaraderie. Women who survived the goblin stronghold have no reason to participate.

“Well then….”

“I’m a bit tired.”

It was clear they were reluctant. Perhaps they knew the rumors about themselves. They seemed unwilling to leave the inn.

I respected their decision.

“…I’d like to watch.”

At that moment, a woman raised her hand and expressed her desire to participate. If someone not from the village shows up at the festival, they can only attract unwanted attention.

Still, she wanted to participate in the festival.

“What’s your name…?”

“Victoria.”

“Yes, Victoria. Then, please come along, Victoria.”

We followed Galen to the village square. It was set up with chairs, tables, simple food and drinks, and a large fire.

“Oh, you’ve come!”

The village chief welcomed me warmly. It felt unfamiliar due to the special treatment I had never received before.

For five years, has anyone ever greeted me like this? Can people change so much just because I saved Jenny?

“Come on! Everyone, pay attention.”

At the village chief’s call, people focused. They were familiar faces, but not close friends—neighbors who knew each other reasonably well.

“Do you know who this person is? You probably all know. There shouldn’t be anyone in our village who doesn’t know.”

Will things change starting tomorrow?

“Dyke! Do you know what Dyke accomplished today?”

“Dyke! Dyke! Dyke!”

While hoping things wouldn’t change much from yesterday, there was a subtle desire for interest, a contradictory feeling.

People chanted my name. Amidst that, a young girl’s voice rang out.

“Olivia! Olivia! Olivia!”

It was Jenny.

“Teacher! Teacher! Oh my captain!”

Jenny called out to Olivia enthusiastically.

If it were the usual Olivia I knew, she would have cast a fireball here. Without hesitation, she would have scorched Jenny’s face black.

But?

“Hoho.”

Olivia covered her mouth and smiled broadly as she stepped forward confidently next to me.

“Wow…. She’s pretty….”

“Did we have such a lady in our village?”

“Is she a newcomer? Are you acquainted with Dyke?”

Olivia absorbed the villagers’ attention. She sucked it up boldly like a succubus extracting semen from a man’s penis.

Followed by Charlotte and Nine.

“The young blonde lady looks very healthy.”

“She seems like she’ll give birth to babies easily, right? It would be perfect if she married our grandson!”

“What about the white-haired maiden?”

“She won’t let the baby go hungry. Her rice pot must be full!”

Thanks to them, no one paid attention to me.

“Dyke is meeting with the inn ladies over there.”

“Denise?”

“The one with the big butt?”

“Then what about those ladies? Are they unclaimed?”

Damn NTR cuckoo erotic game worldview.

Did everyone catch a disease where they’d fail if they didn’t sexually harass? It was unbelievable.

‘I could kill them all…!’

I thought to myself.

‘I’ll warn them later.’

Like Dennis.

At that time, Olivia 1’s voice echoed in my head.

– The eyes of the old men who can’t even stand up. It’s really not a joke.

“……”

– Oh. But are you the same? Dykes can’t get it up either.

“…Shut up….”

– Pfft.

In an instant, I felt a pressure as if someone had grabbed my balls. Ouch.

My thighs involuntarily tightened.

The village chief hurriedly approached me.

“Dyke? Why are you like this?”

– Dad, everyone’s just looking at dad.

“It’s not because you overexerted yourself today and got hurt, right? That wouldn’t be good. This gathering is a festival for you….”

– My dick got hard. You can’t tell, though.

Ignoring Olivia 1, who kept sending telepathic messages.

I struggled to speak.

“It’s, it’s okay.”

“It really is okay, right? Our daughter-in-law cooked for you herself. You must eat it.”

“Yes, yes….”

“Good. Then let’s celebrate Dyke’s day! Let’s all enjoy it together! Let’s eat and drink!”

Dragging my stumbling legs back to my seat. And I glared at Olivia 1.

Olivia 1 raised her right hand as if telling me something and gestured in the air.

“Ugh….”

– Should I say if it feels like rice?

“……”

Do you think I’ll say it? You damn bitch?