Warrior, Sloan loves killing.
If you don't harm anyone, you enjoy the act of taking life so much that you can't sleep that night.
Of course, I am far from being a brutal serial killer who hates killing people for no reason. Even more, I hate making up reasons to kill people.
Apart from that, Sloan is just another country girl with upright morals.
The doctrines of the Church of Light, the religion that originally ruled the human world, were widely spread among ordinary people, so it was not strange for Sloan to follow them.
"Huh? There's a woman sitting there all alone!"
Sloan, who has lived most of her life as a devout believer of light, has conservative tendencies. She grew up in the countryside, so this aspect is stronger than that of the average person. Since ancient times, rural areas have been closed.
However, a warrior must have a progressive disposition since ancient times. If he continues to stagnate, he will never find a way to defeat that powerful evil.
"Hehe."
So Sloan had to learn to hide his true nature, forgetting all the values he had learned in the countryside, because he had to act like a true warrior.
Maybe that's why. When Sloan could vent his true nature, he did. It was good for relieving stress.
"Valley? What are you doing now! Bring me the glass!"
"I, I Camilla… ."
"Hoooo. Rock, take your body away."
A part of the cave was eroded by the voice filled with magic. As if it were clay. It crushed and bent its body, and ejected two perfect cups.
"You got a glass? Okay, now follow me! With both hands politely!"
Valytics felt a gut-wrenching rage.
Sloan's power is overwhelming, and if he wanted to, he could tear you to pieces. Strictly speaking, he is the Demon King.
Born with the duty to rule this world… A member of the great evil whose name is so foul that I dare not mention it. That is the Demon King.
'Should I kill her here? I've confirmed that she's weak to poison. I can get rid of her if I put my mind to it. Kill this woman… and show off that I'm a member of the Demon King. It wouldn't be bad to sacrifice myself for my own kind.'
As a member of that faction, Ballistics must naturally maintain his dignity befitting his position. Although he lost his entire army to the warrior and fled to the canyon a long time ago… .
"No… The glass is empty!!!!"
Sloan, indignant that his glass wasn't being filled, let out a loud scream. At that moment, Valley felt every muscle in his body tense up.
It was instinct. The woman in front of me was an overwhelming creature. The weak had only one choice. It was to run away with all their might.
'Can't win.'
Once again, I learned it. Even if you don't like it, you can know it.
Sloan is a predator. Born into this world to devour the Demon King… A nightmare-like being created by the Goddess.
It's the Demon King's pride and joy. Valytics chose to break the situation right away.
"Here you are… ."
"Oh! That's right, that's right."
Kneel down on both knees and hold the bottle politely with both hands. Wait until the glass is offered to you and then sip… .
"Whew! They say alcohol tastes better when a man pours it for you. Is that true?"
"Ahahaha… ."
"Valley, come closer. Did someone hit you?"
Sloan was drunk and did things he normally wouldn't do.
She wrapped her arms around Valley's waist, which had caught her eye before. Elisa's eyes widened at the outrageous act, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything.
"Okay! Okay! The glass is empty? Pour it quickly."
"Eat slowly. If you overdo it… ."
"I'm a warrior. A warrior. It's harder to force something like this."
Wouldn't it be better to make him drink more alcohol and put him to sleep? Valley decided so and silently poured him some wine.
As soon as the glass was filled, it was emptied cleanly again. Is it possible to drink this quickly? What kind of structure does that woman have?
While I was thinking about this and that, something started caressing my thigh.
"Hmm. It's soft."
"Huh… ?"
"Camilla kept touching it, and I was wondering how soft it was. It really is soft, isn't it?"
Certainly, Valley's thighs were soft. She was wearing trousers made of carefully tanned black cowhide, so they felt shiny when touched.
Sloan couldn't help but admire her, and stroked her thighs without mercy.
"Hahaha… . Do you like it when I touch you like that?"
"Yeah. It feels so good. It feels like touching Becky's back."
"Backy?"
"The dog I raised when I was five. I ate it because of the drought. I made a stew out of its meat and made shoes out of its leather."
Valley felt like those words were being spoken to him. Isn't that what happens if you get caught? But for the time being, you won't get caught… .
"You're cute, really. When you look at it this close… . Your face is white. And your body is small. I can see why Camilla and Elisa are fighting over you."
"What a joke… ."
"You're not joking? Then should I fight too?"
"Yes?"
"Phehhehhe. This is a joke. A joke. Why are you making such a surprised face? I'm not interested in guys."
… Then let go of my waist. And stop touching my thighs.
Ballistics muttered to himself, his lips trembling, because he didn't know what kind of actions would come out if he showed it outwardly.
"Hmm, hmm. You see. I am a warrior. Of course, I will have to continue the legacy later. But I don't need to do that now."
"Ah… ."
"Why? Are you sad? Hehehe… . These days, men have almost lost their sexual desire. Is the valley still there?"
Valley, who had already become accustomed to sexual harassment because of Camilla and Elisa, simply listened in with one ear and out the other.
'Drinking habits are really annoying.'
What on earth would he have done when the man, Valley, wasn't there? It was easy to infer that he was drunk and causing a commotion.
Valley shuddered slightly, thinking that it would be much more beneficial to fight a dragon with a broken claw, causing a ruckus with that gorilla-like strength.
"I guess our valley likes this kind of weird story… . Should I tell you more?"
He wanted to cover his ears, but Sloan interpreted Valley's silence as shame.
'The map is good.'
What should I do with this cute thing? Sloan tapped his finger on its side. It was fun to see it wiggle to his touch.
"The valley is small, but he's a man. He'll probably be able to sleep well, right?"
"No… . That's true. But stop talking nonsense."
"Keep listening. The man's dick goes in here."
Sloan smirked and tapped the space between his legs with his other hand. Valley flinched at the obscene sight.
'Has this woman finally lost her mind?'
Isn't this a very different appearance from usual? Unlike the sexually obsessed Elisa and Camilla, Sloan was rather docile.
'Is this what it is: pent-up sexual desire exploding under the influence of intoxication?'
Sloan, a normal country girl, has a strong sexual desire like a normal woman. She just can't express it because of her sense of duty as a warrior and the need to maintain her dignity.
Elisa and Camilla simply fell for their ideal type, Valley, because there was no reason for them to do so.
"Do you know that a woman's place… can fit even the biggest dick in one go?"
"I don't want to know… ."
"Our valley is short. It must be short there too. Heheheehe… . It's okay. Women don't care about size. They say that all you need is a pretty face."
Elisa, who had been gritting her teeth with jealousy, burst into laughter at those words.
The valley is small? It's just funny to an elf who has seen it firsthand and taken in everything inside.
'Sloan doesn't deserve the valley after all.'
Since ancient times, only those who truly know its value are qualified to possess it.
Whether it's something valuable or a man.
"Hmm… Did you drink too much? I feel sleepy all of a sudden. Haaam."
"Ah… Finally!"
"What?"
"Oh, no! Are you going to sleep already?"
"Yeah, I guess I should go to bed now. Camilla? I'll need a sleeping bag."
"I always say, my magic is."
"Okay, I get it. I get it! You asked me to. So."
It would be nice to just say one thing, but he's more dangerous than a drunk Sloan or the Demon King.
Thanks to the valley, the latent violence was not unleashed. But you never know when it might explode. Just think of that glass you're holding in your hand being thrown at you…
"Come together, get involved."
As the wizard muttered, the plants that had no sense of smell began to slither like snakes and formed a soft sleeping bag.
'Did they make a blanket out of the fibers in the grass? Anyway, it's really convenient.'
Valley knew that magic had tremendous power, but he didn't know that it could be useful when applied to everyday life, so he just blinked.
Sloan, who had entered the sleeping bag made like that, fell asleep within seconds… when he heard snoring.
"Done."
Camilla's eyes sparkled. So brightly… .
"If there were no tigers, the fox would be king, right?"