'What… ?'
That was Marianne's first thought of her when she woke up in her bed.
What she could see was a different space from her own room that Genoa had prepared the day before.
And it didn't take long for Marian to realize that it was her warrior's room in her.
In one corner of the room, the sword carried by the hero was placed in plain sight, and Genoa gave the largest and most splendid room to the hero.
The problem was that the owner of the room, the hero, was nowhere to be seen, and he was lying proudly on the owner's bed.
"Ugh."
Marian pressed her forehead, frowning at her sudden headache.
Only then did she remember that the previous day she had drunk a lot of alcohol, which she usually did not even drink, and she began to resent Darcy Nyan for giving her erratic advice to her.
'What's this…' My head hurts.'
But at that moment, as if her Marian brain had woken up a little late, it began to recall her memories of her night before.
A conversation with the hero, and a deep kiss.
In addition, the warrior's hand stimulated her own vagina her.
Marian's face her flushed hot when she remembered her belatedly, and naturally, her breathing her began to become rough.
'Stop, no way…' ?'
Marian hurriedly pulled up her own skirt and carefully checked her underwear her, which she had prepared.
The underwear that was supposed to cover her vagina was pushed out in a mess.
It was proof that her memory was never a dream, and her Marian heart her started pounding.
'Don't show me, heart. It's not certain yet.'
In that way, another scene appeared in Marianne's mind her, who had been teaching her her.
It was her hero's cock that she had always been peeking at in her spirit form her, and her own self her sucking on that cock.
No, when she thought about it, she had no doubt that she had just woken up in the warrior's room in the morning.
'Me… Did you?'
Marian was still not convinced.
But soon her Marianne's sense of smell her began to pick up the strange scent wafting through her room her.
It was as if the fishy scent that she only smelled from chestnut flowers had stung her nose.
Although Marianne had no experience of sexual intercourse, Marianne, who had smelled it until she got sick of it on the streets of Raksha as a child, was able to recognize at once that it was the scent of a man's semen.
"I did, I did. I did it!"
Marianne looked at her empty space of her, and she said to herself.
She still couldn't believe she was with her hero her, and was unhappy that her memories of her first experience her were hazy, but the important thing was that she was with her hero her.
"Heh heh. I did it. I did too."
The slight dissatisfaction quickly dissipated.
The biggest feeling Marianne felt was the sense of alienation that she was the only one chosen as her hero her, and the cause was a complex that she was from her own background.
Moreover, everything is difficult at first, and after that it is easy.
Although it was regrettable that she could not properly remember her precious first experience her, she thought that in the future, like Zenoana Karen, she would be able to confidently make demands on the hero. .
"By the way, where did the hero go?"
Marianne said to herself as she got up from bed with a flushed expression on her face.
It was her first time her, and she thought it would have been nice if she stayed by her side her, but the sunlight coming through her window was already midday.
"Me too. I must have slept late. Ha, well… You must have been tired."
Marian muttered as she crossed her legs all alone.
Startle.
But Marianne immediately felt something like a strange stare and recoiled her body.
She was obviously Marian. She was alone in the room, but it was because she had a strange feeling that someone else was watching her.
But Marianne, who was already in a good mood, dismissed the strange feeling as just a whim.
"Ah, I need to go find the hero."
Marian, a little shy, said as if she wanted someone to listen, and went out of the door.
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"Are you doing this?"
I muttered to myself while imitating Lucille's swordsmanship.
"Kuk."
Despite her attack her following her own swordsmanship, Lucille hurriedly blocked her sword and frowned at her.
Lucille's swordsmanship had to be more natural, but her basic specifications her were too different.
I slightly relaxed my hand and put her sword back, and Lucille glared at me with her unhappy expression.
"Done. This is enough."
"… I have a question for you."
As I returned her sword to Genoa, I said so to Lucille, and she came to me and spoke her words her like that.
I was the one who brought her up first for her light sparring her, so I nodded at her Lucille's words her and looked at her.
"Are you strong because you are a warrior? Or were you strong from the beginning?"
"Is that important?"
I asked as I watched Lucille ask an unexpected question.
"It's just, like curiosity."
He pretended to be just curious, but Lucille's expression her wasn't like that at all.
I was choosing an answer from Lucille's mouth as she looked at me with a more serious expression than I thought.
Actually, the reason I was strong was because I regressed, but if you ask me, that reversion was also possible because I was a hero.
"Hero was strong from the beginning."
But the answer came from an unexpected place, not from my mouth.
Genoa, who was watching Lucille's match with me, began to answer her Lucille's question as if she had been waiting for her chance to step out.
"… From the beginning?"
"Okay. I am a witness who has been watching since the start of the hero's first adventure."
I was stunned by Genoa's proud expression of her, but the other party's reaction was different from mine.
"Oh, right? I heard that you and the saintess of Genoa found the hero."
"You were really strong from the start?"
"Therefore? Warrior… What kind of person were you?"
In order, Karen, Lucille, and Isabella asked Genoa.
Genoa looked at them as if something had happened and curled up the corners of her mouth.
"At first, I didn't even know that the hero was strong. So I decided that I should train myself. But I was not even as good as the hero's toes. And on the day I experienced my first defeat, I told the hero…"
I could n't help but laugh at Genoa proudly talking about her past her.
The story went through a lot of beautification, from the fact that he tried to train me out of consideration, to the fact that he was forced to suck his cock after the defeat, but the party just listened to Genoa's story with an excited expression.
"Warrior. You are here."
Even before the story of Genoa, which I felt ashamed of, was over, I saw Marian approaching.
I was trying to keep my expression as calm as possible while looking at Marian.
In any case, coming to my room the night before must have been an act of courage on Marianne's part her, and I thought that, whatever the outcome, I would feel quite embarrassed.
"Oh, Marian. Are you okay?"
"Yes? Ah yes."
I felt strange watching Marianne twist her body around her body with her cheeks blushing.
Even though it was just a question about hangovers, Marianne's reaction to her was unusual.
No, at least there was no shame in coming to the men's room with the body of a saintess, or even a look of regret at the fact that the event ended up being a failure.
'Rather…I'm feeling good?'
For some reason, I couldn't help but tilt my head at Marianne, who was smiling.
"Marian, talk to me too."
"What, what?"
"What was your first meeting with the hero like?"
After hearing the stories of Genoa's saga, my party looked for a new rice cake and asked Marianne a question.
Marianne, who appeared to be in a much better mood than usual, began to share her first impressions of her in response to their questions of her.
"Ah, the moment we first met? I do not know. As soon as I saw it, I knew that this man was a warrior. Hehe."
If there is a representative example of how easily human memory can be distorted, I wondered if it would be the case of Marianne and Genoa.
"Sounds funny. After asking me to prove that I am a hero."
"That, that's it… It is a natural duty as a saintess."
Fortunately, apart from my work her, Genoa seemed to be remembering properly.
But even with Genoa's ironic tone of her, the smile never left Marianne's face of her, and it was only then that I realized that something was wrong.
'No way… ?'
Marian Delarosi.
She must have been seriously mistaken.
I don't know what kind of accident I'll have if I find out the truth later.
I was in a good mood right away, so I couldn't say anything to her sweet smile.
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