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The two men made their way through the swamp. My feet were buried in the muddy floor and I heard a crunching sound. Not long after, a faint moan echoed through the swamp.

The sound was made by the chain guiding the two people’s path pulling on their clitoris. The chain pulled Lena’s clit lightly at first, but gradually increased the speed as Lena waited with her feet in the mud.

In Tia’s case, it was even more so. Tia’s chained clitoral ring has limited pulling power compared to Lena’s clitoral piercing, which pulls on the clitoris with a hole in the center. That’s the way it is. However, the ring attached to Tia’s clitoris had been stimulating her clitoris for a long time, and now the size of her clitoris had grown so large that it could not be removed using normal methods.

However, if the stimulation had been a simple sexual sensation, it would have been easy to refrain from moaning. Every time they were pulled by the chain, the two remembered lusting after each other’s bodies in that hiding place. Is that a good thing? Now I don’t know.

The two people continued walking like that and stopped at some point. As Tia raised her hand, Lena behind her asked.

“What’s going on?”

“Swamp… … It’s flowing.”

“Is it flowing?”

What a strange thing to say. Is the swamp flowing? Is there a flowing lake or pond? Wouldn’t it be more correct to say that it overflows into a tributary rather than flowing? When mountains collide with each other or hills collide to form a vessel containing water, rain and groundwater gather to form a lake. And when the stagnant water flows from there to the lower part of the surrounding plain, it becomes a river.

maybe. Lena is not a geologist.

However, there was success in assuming the flow of water in a lake in the brain. The swamp flows. do not flow at the same time The water in the swamp does not flow, but the tributaries that extend from it do. Because we succeeded in drawing that conclusion.

But Tia said without a doubt. The swamp is flowing.

“River or… … Isn’t that what it is?”

“Yes, look at that.”

Tia pointed to an old tree that had fallen in the middle of the swamp. A rotting old tree whose origin is unknown when it fell, half buried in a swamp and buried beneath the clay. The current speed is not fast, so the current flow is enough to withstand it.

But even for a moment, the old tree moved along the water. No, to be exact, the mud buried underneath moved. The swamp is flowing.

Lena looked at that and saw Tia’s gaze directed at her clitoris. I almost asked if I wanted to see something like that in this situation, but I soon realized that Tia was looking at something else. Once Lena saw the clitoral chain, it became clear where it was going.

The two people’s destination was the direction of the swamp’s flow.

“Let’s take a detour for now.”

Lena spoke at a common sense level. Even so, the swamp is a dangerous place. There is a swamp several meters deep, and if you fall into it, you will not be able to get out on your own. Even on the first day, Lena would have died too if Tia hadn’t helped her.

If it flows, it is just as dangerous. Simply flowing water has the momentum to easily sweep away several people. However, if it flows along with the moist soil on the bottom of the swamp, its power becomes even stronger. Considering that something like an old tree will flow along with it, it is impossible to estimate how dangerous it will be.

Sometimes the real danger is nearby. Under our feet, in the water we drink and the air we breathe every day.

But Tia shook her head.

“You can’t do that.”

“Why?”

“You will get lost.”

Visibility is limited in the swamp. The fact that the two are going in the direction they want is entirely thanks to the piercing hanging on the clitoris. Only then did Lena notice that Tia’s body was shaking.

Yesterday, Tia was the first to wake up and comfort herself. Just because she is Tia does not mean she is safe from the corruption that comes from the Palace of Dreams. Because there is no basis. There are countless bugs in the swamp that encourage corruption. You can’t go around it.

But you can’t go straight. It’s a dangerous adventure. It’s an adventure. Lena slightly opened the lapel of the priest’s clothes with her hand and took out a card from inside.

“That’s… … ?”

“I happened to have a card like this.”

[The will of an A-class adventurer]

hero grade card

0 power

Gain 1 power and draw a card. Each time you use this card, the power you gain decreases by 1.

A-level adventurer. Requests for similar purposes always appear in the adventurer guilds created by succubi. Eliminate powerful monsters that cause trouble, help local powerful people with tasks that require assistance, and train new abilities. If you do the job properly, you will be labeled as an adventurer.

However, such work is the job of mercenaries or contractors, not adventurers. In the truest sense, there are no adventurers. That’s right, even if you have a compass that helps you find the path you want, you end up following the path set by the succubi.

Cards with the adventurer’s level written on them are cards for those who are subject to the order of the Dream Palace.

Tia looked unusually agitated. Lena asked again.

“The only one who dies is you. Did you think that was better?”

“Some things cannot be achieved with will alone.”

There are things that cannot be accomplished through will alone. Will can help us take one more step at important moments, but in the end, one step is just one step. They don’t know how much longer they have to walk to reach their destination.

But if you can’t take one more step, why carry a card called Will in your deck?

Lena held the top two corners of the card.

“This card is the last one I got. I received this card for the last time on the day I was trapped in this dream palace and carried out a request from the Adventurer’s Guild. No, should I say it has changed.”

“I know. Maybe.”

There was a slight agitation in Tia’s voice. Lena decided not to analyze the emotions built up in that voice. However, it was clear that this elf, who always kept an expressionless expression, actually had some level of emotion. Just like it has been for the past few days.

In that case, Lena might still have something she thought she lost.

“Tia, do you know who my god is?”

Lena is a priest. Forgetting the god a priest serves is similar to forgetting the forest where an elf was born. But, yeah, it’s not something that never happens.

It is not uncommon to live a life of meaningless, fragmented teachings. But that was also the story before Deanna escaped from the palace of dreams by the butterfly she brought.

Lena strengthened her hand holding the corner of the adventurer’s will card. Tia saw the end of the card trembling. Soon, a tear appeared in the center of the card Lena was holding tightly.

Tia held her hands together. Last day, Tia did not ask Lena the name of God. This is because Tia does not believe in God. But for a priest who speaks the name of God, this posture is probably necessary. Lena smiled when she saw Tia like that.

“Do what you want.”

But at the same time, Tia still had no hesitation. As soon as those words were finished, Tia grabbed Lena’s hand, which held the two corners of the card. Lena felt the warmth of his hand and smiled lightly. And I tore the card, which had a crack at the top, in one go.

At that moment, a strong shock wave came out from that card. Just when Tia thought she had withstood the shock wave and maintained her posture, the floor she was standing on was swept backwards. Tia’s voice saying, “Damn,” spread through the air, but was soon drowned out by the shockwaves. At the same time, Tia’s body rose into the air.

The back of Tia is a flowing swamp. Before she even realized it, the wet, cold swamp water touched Tia’s body. The shock wave then buried Tia’s body deeper into the swamp. Above, swamp water and mud covered it.

At that moment, a golden trail appeared in front of Tia’s eyes. From the front of the golden trail, the water formed a whirlpool, and the water and mud that covered Tia escaped. In between them stood Lena, almost naked, with golden hair flowing down her face.

Originally, the clothes I wore were open on the side of the priest’s hallway, allowing me to touch my vagina and breasts, but this time, the situation was even worse. It had a shape reminiscent of a sling used for throwing stones, and a thin piece of cloth resembling a belt stretched from between the legs, splitting in two and reaching the shoulders. There was a light sheen on its surface. As she stretched out her hand toward Tia, Lena’s heart fluttered.

“What does it look like?”

“Clothes worn by priests of the Euphrates… … However, the exposure level is a bit high.”

Lena showed Tia a card from her hand. The card depicted wavy water. That is the true form of the faith that Lena lost.