Volume 7 Chapter 1 Resuming Daily Life
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
”Lady Cianie. Lady Cianie, what do you think… true love really is?”
Spring haze hung over Boorinel Town, a sleepy shimmer of warmth and drifting light.
Inside the Hero’s house—mere moments before lunch—the air was ridiculously peaceful.
”…What’s with the sudden question, Meina?”
”See, um, Lady Elna was just saying—”
”To me, true love means to live together, and to die together. It isn’t about how love is spun, but about how it’s nurtured, endlessly. Only if you can share an entire lifetime is it the real thing. Don’t you agree, Hero?”
”…Wow. That’s… harsh, Elna. What the heck are you even talking about?”
Cianie descended the stairs with her usual blank face, only to be greeted by the strangest sight: three catgirls stretched out at the dining table, legs kicking idly, tails twitching as they talked like philosophers.
Golden-furred Meina. White-haired Elna. And black-eared Lona.
Catgirls, gathered around tea, discussing “true love.” What even.
This place was Cianie’s pocket-home, a portable little house she could unfold anywhere. At Klock’s suggestion, she’d been granted a vacant plot by Cattleya, right here in Boorinel Town, and opened up her home to use.
Officially, the household had four residents: Cianie, Klock, Suzette, and Meina. But with the twin cats coming over literally every day, the line between “guests” and “children of the house” had long since blurred.
”Lunch will be ready soon, so please hold out a little longer, everyone.”
”Okay!” “Yaaay!” “Fiiiine…”
The one peeking out of the kitchen was Suzette, the demonkin maid in everything but name. Tray in hand, cups balanced perfectly, apron dress crisp, she moved like she’d been born to orbit a Hero’s household.
The truth was harsher: the house might technically belong to Cianie, and Klock might be the “husband,” but Suzette was the one actually running the place.
Meals appeared without anyone noticing. The floors were clean before dust even dared settle. Towels materialized after baths. Shoes whisked themselves into the cabinet the moment you looked away. Even the furnishings had multiplied—bathroom shelves, extra plates, personalized dishes—most of them bought with Suzette’s own wages.
By the time Cianie noticed, the house had become too comfortable to imagine life without her. Three days. That’s all Suzette had needed to establish her rule.
”Mii thinks true love means… staying friends forever! Right? Right? Ms. Suzette, what do you think?”
”Eh—? That’s… a hard one. Um… maybe being able to support someone for your whole life? That kind of thing?”
Suzette’s cheeks glowed faint pink. Thrown into the topic without warning, she floundered. After all, “true love” wasn’t the sort of thing you discussed lightly—especially not in front of children. Especially not in front of Cianie.
”Hero! What about you?”
”…Hmm. I’d say—fusion.”
And that was the moment the dining room froze.
Time itself hiccuped. Every single gaze zeroed in on Cianie.
”…Excuse me?”
”Becoming one. Melting together, sticking together, fusing until two lovers are no longer separate beings… that, to me, is true love.”
The silence was deafening.
No one even breathed. Everyone just… stared.
”…Uh.”
”…Sorry, I don’t… I don’t get it at all.”
”L-Lady Cianie… that’s scary…”
”Really? Maybe it’s just too soon for you three to understand.”
Expressionless as ever, Cianie sipped her tea. Suzette decided the safest move was to act like nothing had happened and retreat back to the kitchen. The three catgirls shrank, tails curling tight, faces strained like they’d just glimpsed something eldritch.
”…So anyway, why bring this up all of a sudden?”
”Ah, right. See, Mii heard that—um—Sir Klock and Hero were doing… you know, that kind of… lewd stuff…”
Crack. The air around Cianie fractured audibly.
”S-sorry!”
”It’s fine. Keep talking. …Well?”
The order came in the voice of a childhood friend who just so happened to be “the Hero’s wife.” Permission? No. This was a command: continue.
”U-um… apparently Sir Klock’s, uh, mating style is kind of… wild? Like, really wild?”
”He goes at it until your legs won’t even work anymore! Even me, with all my stamina—I still can’t keep up when Kuro goes full-on! It’s so… intense, like he’s driving me to the edge!”
”And sometimes it’s just… too much! Like, he’ll drag me into the shadows outside and go until I can’t even stand, and, and he’ll finish inside me, and then I’m like—wait, if I can’t handle that, does that mean it’s not really love—”
”…God. Can I just leave?”
White and gold catgirls blushing furiously.
Black catgirl with the face of someone forced to work as an courtesan manager.
And Cianie, turning away, lifting her cup like it could somehow steady her pulse.
”That’s just compatibility. Klock and I are perfectly matched—no one else in this world could possibly handle him the way I do. For you to even question whether your shallow flings count as ‘true love’… is presumptuous.”
That burst out like steam from a cracked kettle.
Meina and Elna’s ears drooped instantly, tails flat. Lona snorted, pleased to see the topic crushed beneath Cianie’s heel.
”But. If he got that worked up—what exactly made him so excited? Was it something I could do as well?”
Because in the end, these weren’t rivals—they were subordinates. Other women Klock “kept,” yes, but ultimately under Cianie’s command. As long as they played wingman to her marriage, she wouldn’t cast them aside.
”W-well, Sir Klock really likes it if you resist just a little! If you fight back, he gets super rough!”
”Mm. Suzette said the same thing.”
”And if you tease him, he doesn’t get mad—he rises to it! Like, the other day I pushed my butt against him on purpose, and boom, next thing I knew, he was dragging me into the nearest inn!”
”I’m DONE. I’m leaving.”
With a dramatic flourish, the black cat stalked out. Bang. Door slammed. Silence… and then the chatter just picked back up like nothing happened.
Elna and Meina didn’t care that their sister had fled—they were still deep in their “How To Seduce Klock 101” roundtable. And yes, it went on for quite a while.
…Lona did return once lunch was ready, sulking like a thundercloud. But after Cianie slid a piece of meat onto her plate, her tail perked right back up. Forgiveness: bought with grilled beef.
* * *
”Klock. There’s something I want you to accept.”
”…Alright. What’s up?”
That night. The first time since their reunion that they shared the same bed.
Upstairs in the master bedroom—stuffed animals lined every shelf, the décor embarrassingly cutesy for a grown woman—the two of them finally found a quiet moment.
Something soft and round pressed against Klock’s chest. He blinked down to see… a teddy bear.
…A teddy bear?
She was giving him… a stuffed toy?
His expression twisted. A grown man. Receiving a plush bear. Was she serious?
Cianie’s face stayed blank, but the vibe was definitely “teasing.” A rare joke from her.
So he decided to return the favor.
”Oh. Thanks. Rare kind of rag, huh.”
With a smirk, he tossed the teddy clean off the bed and slipped under the covers.
Her mouth immediately turned into a perfect, angry little ⌒.
The pillow came swinging. Full-force.
Yeah, calling it a rag might’ve been too far. Tossing it out of bed definitely didn’t help.
Now he was under fire—literally. Thud. Thud. Pillow-hammer strikes rained down.
”Joke! It was a joke! Childhood-friend joke, okay!?”
He didn’t apologize—he tried to weasel out. Because really, what was he supposed to do with a teddy bear?
Cianie kept whacking until he ducked under the blankets, cocooning himself like a bug. Which only led her to peel the bedding off, crawl in herself, and pin him down with a sudden, fierce hug.
From behind, something soft pressed against his back.
”Klock, I worry about you. If you get hurt badly again, I might burn the world down in anger. Or wipe out humanity.”
”…What’s with that escalation. Don’t drag the world into it just ’cause of me.”
”That’s why. I want you to be able to protect yourself too.”
Cianie said it lightly, as if she hadn’t just put a knife to the throat of the whole world. She pressed a kiss to the nape of his neck, sweet and affectionate in gesture, but her words carried terrifying violence. Sometimes he seriously wondered why the gods had decided she should be the Hero. If he refused her here, would civilization just… end?
Right now, under a single futon, in a single household — the fate of the world was apparently being decided.
”…So? You want me to do what, exactly. Hugging a plushie’s supposed to save me?”
”That was a joke. The plushie’s for me. For you, I want to give a new weapon. If you like it, I’ll be happy.”
She pushed herself upright, arms moving in a cradling gesture. Something black coalesced between her hands, slowly taking form.
”…A knife?”
”Yeah. I made it. You always carry one, right? I thought it suited you. This one’s just for you. A weapon only you can use.”
He mentally clapped. Honestly, he’d half-expected her to slap a curse on him again. He’d even imagined her reaching into his chest and squeezing his heart like a stress ball while chanting some cheerful death-hex. This was… an improvement.
”I wanted to put some cute decoration on it, but when I asked Suzette, she said Klock prefers simple. So I left it plain.”
”…That’s true enough.”
So she had been planning to put a flower charm on it or something. Thank Suzette for intervention. Cianie’s sense of “aesthetic” was the kind you couldn’t trust with closed eyes.
Back in the day she’d been the type to shove her own tastes on everyone else. The kind of girl who’d gift ribbons to boys. He wasn’t sure if she’d grown out of it… though asking Suzette’s opinion in the first place suggested maybe she had.
”Here. Take it.”
She handed him a knife about the length of a kitchen blade. Hefting it, he was surprised — almost weightless. Shockingly light.
”…Oh. Thanks. But don’t expect miracles. I’m not some powerhouse. One extra knife doesn’t suddenly make me invincible.”
Also, who hands their boyfriend a sharp weapon right before bed?
”It’s fine. That knife was forged by■■ from my■■. It’ll absolutely protect you.”
”…Sorry, what did you just say?”
A chill spidered down his spine.
”In daytime especially, it’ll shine. It should be strong enough to handle adventurer-class enemies. So if some female adventurer tries to seduce you, you can just lop her head off.”
”Why is murder the default answer! And what do you mean daytime! This thing’s basically an accessory to your Stellar Manifestation, isn’t it!?”
”Mm. You’ll always be inside my halo.”
Her halo. In other words, her skill’s buff zone. Cianie’s “Stellar Manifestation” wasn’t like a normal Unique Skill — it was absurdly, disgustingly strong. One aspect, the solar halo, shone on those near her: daytime buffs (sunlight, radiance, speed), nighttime effects (dusk, midnight glow, pale twilight). A flat power-up aura.
”…That’s one hell of a weapon, then.”
”It’s not that strong. Everyone said each effect is tiny.”
”Yeah, well, that’s ’cause they’re monsters already.”
The ones basking in her halo until now were Tiet, Hermine, Oriana. And now Klock. Which meant: no matter where he went, he’d always carry a piece of her protection.
”…Guess it beats some overpriced store-bought knife. I’ll use it.”
”Good. Think of it as… my insi—me. Take care of it like you’d take care of me.”
”…Hold it. Did you just say intestine? Look at me. Oi. Don’t you look away. What did you make this out of? Tell me.”
”Klock worries too much about little details.”
She dodged, blatantly. Too blatant. Too creepy. He didn’t like this at all. Uneasy, he tossed the knife out of the futon. Second time he’d thrown away one of her “gifts.” She puffed up in outrage—then they both froze.
The knife began to crumble. Crick-crick-crick. Black sand spilled across the floor… then trickled back, flowing to his hand. Solidifying, reforming into the same knife.
”…The hell is this.”
”So you won’t lose it. If it’s dropped, it comes back.”
”…Gross. This is gross. Ew.”
His face said it all. Creeped out. Her face, meanwhile, fell at the word.
He flung it again. This time, when he tried to climb out of bed, her hand closed around his ankle. One sharp pull and he toppled back into the futon. She threw the blanket over them both, cocooning him in her arms.
”…It was my best effort. My honest gift.”
”Yeah well, it’s terrifying! Can’t you just make normal gifts? Bake me cookies like usual or something?”
”…Mm. Maybe it was a weird weapon. Sorry. But I want you to keep it. I want to know you’ll be safe even when I’m not beside you. I’d guard you twenty-four-seven if I could, but that’s… not realistic. So please.”
She squeezed him. The way she begged, clinging — remnants of the girl she used to be. After a pause, he sighed, muttering, “…Fine, I’ll keep it.”
”Thank you.” Her voice muffled, face buried in his back.
”…Hey. Am I heavy?”
”…Yeah. Pretty heavy.”
”…Then I’ll be heavier still.”
So that was a yes. She’d wanted him to say no. Instead she burrowed closer, hand sliding under his shirt, tracing lightly at his throat like she was reminding him his life was in her hands.
”…Sorry, bad joke. Let’s just talk it out, okay?”
”No.”
”…What’ll it take for forgiveness?”
”Say ‘I love you’ a million times.”
Childhood friend demands the impossible. But he knew her — she didn’t need the million, she just wanted the playful back-and-forth.
”…I’m sleeping. Goodnight.”
He flopped, faking a heavy snore.
”Denied. Punishment: no sleep tonight.”
Her thin hand glided lower, slipping under cotton, under his waistband. She cupped him through his briefs, gentle but possessive.
”…Really? Holding this hostage?”
”Not hostage. Just… keeping you awake.”
Her fingers moved with no technique, no rhythm. Just wanting to touch, to feel. The way a boy might toy absently with a girl’s chest, savoring the shape.
”…What a perverted savior you are.”
”Not savior. Lover. If I had to choose between the world and you, I’d save you, Klock.”
…Heavy. Definitely heavy. Part of him was warmed by it, part of him dreaded the weight of that choice.
”…Well, you handle my d**k better than monsters anyway. A woman this lewd fits being a wife more than a hero.”
A teasing kind of praise. He reached back, brushing over the curve of her hip through thin pajamas. Soft, pliant.
”Exactly. I’ve done more with you than I have with monsters. I guess I’m just a lewd woman.”
She said it without shame. Without denial.
She probably wanted to deny the whole “hero” image.
Abandoning the duties of a savior, hiding away on the Beast Continent with her lover’s hand wrapped around his ck.
She wasn’t suited to be anyone’s messiah. At least in her heart, she only ever wanted to be just a girl.
Her fingers moved with a practiced rhythm, teasing the tip. The swelling was impossible to miss. He let the hand he’d tucked behind his head fall away, deciding to leave himself in her care, settling into the pillow.
”…Hey. I always thought I was good at this. I’m not?”
”Hm? Nah. You’re good.”
A strange question, out of nowhere. Her technique was deft enough, but “skilled in bed” was a more complicated label. Klock had known her five years in their last life, had slept with her more times than he could count. Cianie knew his body, if nothing else.
”Klock. After the roper poison… your stamina really did get insane, right?”
Another turn of conversation, still circling the same theme.
”…Yeah. Guess so.”
”I can take it, no matter how much. Don’t hold back.”
Klock glanced over his shoulder. Cianie’s face was serious, almost troubled, as she gave the most direct permission he’d ever heard.
”Even if it’s all day and night. Even three days without rest—I’ll be fine. I’m a little stronger than most. So only I can take all of you, Klock. Suzette or the others couldn’t, but I can.”
Stronger than most, huh. Half a goddess—of course sex alone wouldn’t break her.
Humans like Suzette, Elna, Meina—strong in their own ways, but still mortal. Too much of his oversized ck, and they’d fold. But Cianie? She was nearly divine.
”Klock. You don’t want me?”
Ah. So that was the real question. If she touched him like this, it was because she wanted it.
”…Mmm.”
He hesitated. Not dislike—just sleepy.
”…You’re already bored of me?”
Her expression clouded, finally. He understood then. With his poisoned, overcharged body, she must have expected him to come at her daily, endlessly. If Suzette had crumbled, surely Cianie would be swarmed. But instead, he was… passive.
He sighed. She’d come here prepared. She’d curled into his bed ready to be devoured. And if he just fell asleep? That wasn’t right.
”…Cianie. Tomorrow—can I take the whole day off?”
”Eh? Um—yeah?”
”Good. Then I’ll f* you till morning.”
He shoved the blanket aside and pulled her close. Lips pressed. Her arms wrapped him instantly.
”You asked for it. I won’t hold back.”
”…Okay.”
No more hesitation. He pinned her, claimed her mouth, heat rising between them.
She was the Hero. A saint, an apostle, God’s own agent. Higher even than princesses and queens. And here, he exercised the one right of a lover—telling her to part her legs herself.
The Hero obeyed. Gripping her own thighs, spreading herself open, eyes steady though her cheeks flushed faintly.
He smirked, a little crooked. She was still his childhood friend inside, but her current face still disarmed him—a near-angel, opening herself to him. Sinful. But too late to stop.
He pressed his swollen ck against her. She was ready—there was no need for foreplay. A single push, and he was inside.
Her breath stuttered, body tightening, but she gave no cry. Only a faint pink spread across her cheeks, her gaze softening as she looked up at him.
”…Not a sound, huh. Kind of refreshing.”
”…Should I… pretend?”
”Don’t. You leak enough little gasps already.”
Unlike Meina or Elna, who cried out shamelessly, Cianie hardly ever voiced pleasure. Their first time in this life, yes, she had. Since then? Silence.
Why? Because her body had adapted. Her half-divine flesh could take him. What would shatter others, she could receive in silence.
”Klock. I love you.”
”…Yeah.”
Her arms tightened, pressing her chest to him. He couldn’t say it back aloud—not like when they were kids. So he answered with a kiss instead, tongue entwining, pouring wordless affection into her mouth.
The night went on. He gave her everything he’d promised. She took it, smiling faintly even as the evidence of their joining spilled across her stomach.
”…I’m done. Dead tired.”
”Mm. Sleep.”
”When I wake up—I’m f*ing you again.”
”…Pervert.”
Her hand found his, holding tight. With that, he drifted off.
He’d meant to ask her about paradise. Forgot. Another time.
The last thing he felt was the brush of her lips on his cheek.
Notes:
• Cianie – A noble girl with a fluffy white and light blue dress, indicating her high status. She has a hesitant and flustered personality but is kind and courteous. Her relationship with Klock begins as an accidental encounter and develops into a romantic interest. She has a fiancé but expresses feelings for Klock, complicating their relationship.
• Boorinel – A town east of Ryzan, where Lord Cattleya’s manor is located; said to be a long journey from Ryzan.
• Meina – She is a golden-haired catgirl employee of the beastman (Larana the cat woman) Inn, appeared performing fellatio, desperate and tear-streaked, with an inexperienced yet earnest approach to her work.
• Elna – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with white hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked.
• Lona – Female. A young apprentice mage. Her appearance is that of a child with black hair reaching her shoulders. She wears a black hooded mantle with strange patterns. Her relationship is as an apprentice to Hermine, the Great Mage. Her power involves advanced magic, including spatial teleportation. Her combat style is magical, and she is described as childish and easily provoked. Elna’s sister; a black cat Beastkin who’s relatively normally developed physically compared to Elna.
• Cattleya – The lord; resides in the town of Boorinel, east of Ryzan, past the Mesa; wants to confirm Klock’s humanity.
• Suzette – The older maid from Viscount Fennec. The head maid at the Viscount Fennec’s villa. She is confident, clear-spoken, and professional.
• Hermine – Daughter of the Emperor of the Second Empire of Dusselhelm. A companion and friend of Anna. The mage. She is pragmatic and encourages Anna to focus on her duties as a hero rather than her personal revenge.
• Oriana – A Princess. A companion who assists in explaining the situation to the kingdom. She is supportive and helps Anna navigate her responsibilities. Her appearance is slender, with dark hair and sharp features.
• Tiet – A companion and friend of Anna. A holy knight from the royal capital. She wears light armor and carries a shield adorned with a dragon holding a sword, indicating her affiliation with the National Military Police. She is concerned about Anna’s well-being and tries to support her emotionally.
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