Chapter 163: Division (3)

On the way back, although 3 people were riding in the carriage, it didn’t feel cramped. During the day, Taffy was loaded into the coffin and placed in the carriage’s cargo hold, and at night, she alternated with Sophia to sit beside me. The time she and I spent facing each other was usually about 4 hours before sleeping at the inn.

Once everyone was asleep, instead of facing each other face-to-face, we faced cock and pussy and spread the sounds of waves crashing. Slosh, slosh, the splashing sounds echoed faintly outside the window, and Taffy, without restraint, moaned calling my name.

The next day, after whispering sweet nothings amidst the waves all night long, from the innkeeper to the lodgers, they would throw looks full of envy and irritation towards us, rubbing their eyes.

Sophia, who had to endure the resentment and irritation without any pleasure, grumbled to me every time we left the inn. She complained that Taffy was the one who had sex all night, so why was she, who slept well, getting cursed at?

“Master. Can’t you just explain once that I fucked the woman in this coffin?”

“…. If rumors spread that I’m fucking a corpse, I’ll be dragged away by the guards.”

Desecrating the dead was a terrible act. My reputation was sold off to the East, and the Flancia family was looking for any excuse to bring me down. They were searching for something to pick a fight over. If rumors spread that I was engaging in necrophilia in the Eastern wilderness, it wouldn’t just be the guards, but Holy Knights would be dispatched to cut off my cock, that was certain.

“I’m. not a corpse.”

Taffy, who hadn’t fallen asleep yet, grumbled from inside the coffin. Sophia tapped her coffin lid and said,

“What nonsense! Just sleep! We were supposed to have a sweet, loving sex session on the way back, me and Master. You know how servants are ranked by the order they joined, right? I’m Master’s #1 servant! You’re the last one! So give me some space sometimes!”

No sooner had she finished speaking than the coffin rattled. Sophia, startled, hid behind my back and said,

“Do, do whatever you please!”

As expected, she had a knack for accurately distinguishing the strong from the weak. Like a naughty child hoping their parents would fix it, she rested her forehead right against my back. I gently ruffled her hair and said,

“What the heck. You said you were #1, didn’t you? Why are you chickening out so much?”

“What are you talking about, Master! It’s obviously by strength!”

“And #1 isn’t you, it’s Lumia. Lumia joined first.”

“Th-those human servants are an exception! We normally separate demonic servants and human servants!”

“Oh, really?”

I asked Taffy. Because Taffy’s voice was inside the coffin, it sounded slightly muffled.

“I don’t know. Humans. I ate them all.”

Should I ask Milia later when I meet her? I put the question aside and got into the carriage with Sophia. The journey continued uneventfully. The newspapers we saw on the way back spoke of the terrible atrocities in the North and the reforms happening in Ithaca in the East. Sophia asked,

“Master. Alice and Lorena are working in Ithaca, if you kill off all the Hero families like this, won’t they become endangered?”

“Hmm, maybe I should visit Ithaca too?”

But I couldn’t go right now. It was impossible to take the coffin carrying Taffy to such a large city, and the moment Taffy’s identity was revealed, Alice and Lorena’s safety could also be jeopardized. First, it made sense to stop by home, arrange Taffy’s accommodation, and then slowly decide while gathering news from the surroundings.

We tossed the newspapers aside and headed for our longed-for home.

In the village famous for its vineyards, merchants were flooding in again today. Lumia, on duty at the entrance, was writing in her logbook with a bored expression, and strangers brought Lumia fruits and drinks, trying to flirt.

Lumia, without even glancing at the gifts gathered before her window, caressed her neck and glanced up the slope. Just then, I met Lumia’s eyes and smiled. As I leaned out the window and waved, Lumia, with a bright smile, opened the door and came out.

“Oh my! Priestess Lumia! You must be working hard in this rustic place! Our caravan would like to treat you to some drinks, would you spare us some time?”

“Oh my, Priestess Lumia! That guy has a shady reputation! Please join us for a meal at our caravan! We’ve prepared a nice gift for you, Priestess!”

As soon as she came out, several merchants tried to talk to Lumia, and Lumia got swept up in the crowd, flowing back into the guardhouse. I got out of the carriage and asked,

“What’s going on?”

A merchant observing the situation from the edge of the crowd recognized my face.

“Oh my, aren’t you Mr. Evan? It’s nice to meet you. I’m Campbell, the one who’s about to make a wine deal with Madam Isabel Flancia.”

“Ah, yes. Nice to meet you too.”

He offered his hand for a handshake, and I nodded and accepted. After shaking hands a couple of times, he gave a friendly smile. Sophia effortlessly lifted the coffin from the cargo hold, and the coachman, clearing his throat, moved to park the carriage.

The merchant calling himself Campbell looked at the coachman and said,

“That coachman looks very hot. He’s wrapped up so tightly from head to toe.”

The frog-like man had joined our side after Taffy became my servant, thanks to Sophia’s ‘persuasion’. I said,

“He’s resistant to the heat. Anyway, why are so many people gathered over there? I’ve never seen so many people flock to Priestess Lumia before.”

A demoted priestess, no matter how beautiful, was still a demoted priestess. Those who couldn’t guarantee a future in the temple either became playthings for the rich or lived their lives single, devoted to their faith. It was common to arrange marriages for priests or find them good sources of income. However, it was extremely rare for people to suddenly offer blatant bribes or try to curry favor, as if she had become a key figure in power.

The merchant called Campbell said,

“Haha, you seem out of touch with the world. Many priests participated in the North recently, and young priests died, didn’t they? Two high-ranking priests even passed away. Because of this, the capital lacks talent for important positions, and the temple is in a difficult situation, but our Priestess Ernrich Lumia, who is currently in this village, has excellent records and outstanding achievements, doesn’t she?”

“Ah, so you’re saying you want to get in good with her early?”

Campbell gave a wry smile. There was no harm in getting on the good side of someone likely to become a high-ranking priest early on. After all, most priests were just like merchants, human beings.

Lumia wasn’t just any priest; she had even been considered a candidate for Saint, an outstanding priestess with a record of demon extermination. In the West, she defeated the wicked Imp K-Sai, here, she vanquished a filthy, cruel demon, and executed the demon worshipper Carson. Furthermore, she had also dealt with two demon followers and a lesser demon who were disguised as assassins attempting to perform a wicked ritual here.

I nodded with a smile.

“If I had known it would be like this, I should have treated Priestess Lumia a bit better. We weren’t exactly close personally.”

“Haha! It’s common knowledge that Madam Isabel Flancia and Priestess Ernrich Lumia are acquainted! Saying you aren’t personally close is quite a joke.”

Then, he whispered to me in a low voice,

“So, Mr. Evan. If I wanted to discuss some business privately with Priestess Lumia, could you arrange a meeting? If the talks go well, we’ll consider ordering all grape and wine-related goods handled by our caravan exclusively through her from now on.”

“I don’t know anything about business talks.”

Although it sounded plausible at first glance, I cleanly refused his offer. These kinds of matters shouldn’t be handled by me, who knows nothing about business. Let Rat Trap and Isabel discuss thoroughly and decide in a way that benefits them, and I just needed to sit on the shoulders of those two women and shake my cock. That was all.

Sophia loaded the coffin onto the cart and shouted,

“Excuse me! Coming through!”

Someone who saw Sophia’s face approached with a frown. He was wearing a hood, and showed no hostility. I stood beside Sophia, focusing my gaze on the man.

“…. Are you Miss Sophia, a graduate of the Academy?”

Sophia stared intently at the man, then naturally shook her head and said,

“My name is indeed Sophia, but I never attended the Academy. I’m a local here.”

It was something I keenly realized while traveling with Sophia. Every time I called Sophia’s name at an inn, a waitress with the same name would turn her head and answer, then smile awkwardly before looking away, a situation that repeated itself.

I chuckled at the memory, and the man nodded and disappeared. Sophia frowned and whispered to me,

“Master. I guess I have a stalker because I’m too pretty. What should I do?”

“Just eat him.”

I replied nonchalantly, and Sophia poked my back, grumbling,

“Master. You won’t be popular with women if you talk like that.”

“It’s fine. I don’t need any more than I already have.”

Even closing my eyes, my women filled my vision. If I added more women, it was clear I wouldn’t be able to count them all on ten fingers. Sophia said,

“Womanizer.”

I shrugged.

“Flirt.”

I chuckled. Sophia puffed out her cheeks, and a small voice came from inside the coffin.

“It’s okay. Still. I like it.”

I smiled contentedly and said,

“See?”

Sophia said,

“I don’t know. You’re a pervert, Master. I’m going to spread rumors that you have a hobby of cross-dressing and getting fucked by Madam Isabel.”

“Hey, hey. I was wrong.”

Lumia, watching from inside the guardhouse, smiled at me. I gave her a discreet wink and hugged Sophia tightly. Only then did Sophia seem to calm down, resting her face against my chest.

Taffy’s voice was heard.

“Evan. Seriously. Do you have that kind of hobby?”

“…..No.”

Fuck.

I really don’t.