I Will Fold It Up

030─If this weapon worked for you

A time when simple voices are made after dinner.

Even though he was born a nobleman, Farnese, who mentioned only his name because it was only a temporary surname now, noticed that the eyes of several men sitting around him changed.

This is a body that has lived as a man for 20 years.

He wasn’t soft enough not to notice the inner thoughts in that gaze.

‘Wasn’t the world of seeing men through women’s bodies so monotonous?’

For commoners who have developed magical powers, connections with nobles are important.

Then what about commoners?

It must be an equal colleague or friend with whom you can live comfortably.

However, the perspective of looking at a woman there will be different.

The wish of daring to have a daughter of an aristocratic family as her wife could only be imagined, but if it were a commoner, it would be different.

Many people look up at the flowers blooming on the unreachable cliff.

But the thing I reach out the most for is the flowers blooming on the roadside.

Yes.

From their point of view, their existence is a woman who seems to be enough even if she stretches out her hand.

Commoners have come to have as much respect for formality and hierarchy as the aristocrats.

For no reason, wealthy commoners would risk their lives for the appointment of a baronet, which is only an honorary position and will not even be hereditary.

If they didn’t have magical powers, they would have been satisfied just by looking at the freckled woman living next door.

As long as he was born with the innate talent of magical power, he probably thinks that he doesn’t fit his status.

In that respect, he must be a fairly reasonable wife, as he seems to be a commoner without a castle, equally gifted with magical powers.

“…… “

Not particularly offended, but not responding to their gaze, Farnese indifferently turned his head away.

If they had a higher level of history than the transcendent beings that dwell in them——that could fulfill their purpose of exterminating all monsters without leaving one behind, they might have approached them willingly.

Wouldn’t it be a losing trade if you could fulfill your wish just by spreading your legs to whisper love that doesn’t exist and to relieve your s*xual desire when you see this body?

However, they are mere creatures no different from themselves, tied to the human species.

If their eye level allowed them to accept themselves as being worthy of their rank, Farnese’s standard is that the transcendent being dwelling is the eye level of their desired rank.

Ah.

Perhaps you are courting yourself, not much different from them.

To the transcendent being who dwells, looking down on himself from a place he can never reach.

* * * * *

The night deepens with only a minimum vigil.

Actually, even that minimal night watch would be a luxury.

Still within the reach of the Holy Elfia Republic.

Because committing a crime here is a way of committing suicide willingly accepting the Sacred Nation’s——to be precise, the two kingdoms’ decree to kill them.

“I’m back! Sorry. Were you late? I think the next person should go!”

At the words of the woman who returned from washing her body in the lake located in the forest, Farnese raised her body.

Even if you refer to the next person anyway, you are the last person.

Then Farnese moved to the lake in the forest and raised his hand.

With the thought of taking it off, clothes are naturally recognized as priestly clothes.

Sarak.

After removing her underwear, Farnese folded her priestly clothes over her neatly folded clothes and dipped herself into the lake.

Dive.

Extremely shallow and transparent waterfront that rises up to the waist.

Small fish swim past his legs.

And looking down at his own reflection on the surface of the water, Farnese put on a calm expression.

A pink color that stands out especially near the vulgar chest.

I never thought that a color like this would suit me.

The body that has turned into a woman digests it very naturally.

It was quite awkward, so Farnese stretched out his hand to spread the waves, and then dived and swam.

Dive!

‘…… ‘

Unlike a man, his body receives quite a bit of resistance from the water.

Flinch!

Every time I stretch out my hands and move forward, it seems to put a lot of strain on my shoulders.

Choo!

Stopped midway because of this, Farnese stood up and pulled back the hair clinging to his body, wringing out the water.

Sureuk.

Then, reflected on the water’s edge, a leash engraved on his belly.

Looking down at the mark of ownership imprinted by the transcendental being that dwells in it, carefully strokes it.

His thick and rough fingers became thin and soft, so even though he was touching his own body, he felt an unfamiliar touch.

How can a woman’s body be so soft even without any flab?

‘That woman doesn’t have these patterns…… She got a nickname imprinted on her.’

Would she have been taken back by now?

Or is the favor of her transcendent existence towards her enough to close her eyes to her rudeness?

In a fit of jealousy, Farnese collected cold water in his hands and continued to wash his face.

I am constantly thinking about how to win the favor of a transcendent being.

Honestly, there was nothing that caught my eye directly.

Are puppies raised by humans like this?

Dogs may think that listening to their owner and being loyal are the key to being favored, but that is an additional factor.

From the point of view of humans raising puppies, the key symbol was their unique cuteness or coolness.

The situation is not different in that the owner has no choice but to judge why he likes him according to his own standards.

Dude.

Dude.

A gentle wave caused by falling water.

Looking down at her reflection there for a long time, Farnese lifted her head.

A beautiful night sky spread out.

“…… “

If the records related to theology have one thing in common, they all try to project a human figure onto God.

And among those countless records, if there is one that luckily fits, Farnese thought it would be nice if that part matched.

Except for omnipotence, emotions, preferences, and everything like that are the same as humans——if that’s the essence of a transcendent existence, there won’t be any need to worry about things like this.

“Ha…… “

Of course, I know it’s a meaningless wish.

So Farnese sighed in laughter and stretched out his hand weakly.

That day when it rained.

Remembering the warmth that covered you.

“…… “

But there was no sense of touch.

The hand stretched out in the air only grasps emptiness.

Farnese tried to lower his hand helplessly, but instead raised his toes.

Stepping under the water with dainty white toes without a single callus.

The slender waist is slightly tilted back, and the lascivious breasts are stretched from side to side……

Like, the movements of a mournful dancer making love to the moonlight.

“Ah…… “

Farnese’s red eyes widen.

Following that trembling, the water droplets on her hair ran down her cheeks and down her breastbone.

Something touched the tip of the knuckles.

It snapped his fingers like a mother bird feeding her, and then took her hand.

It doesn’t end there, and her hand, which runs down her wrist, runs down her neck and grabs her own breast.

Embarrassed by the stiff pink color, Farnese did not back down her steps.

Rather, she lowers her tiptoe and feels the warmth of the strange touch.

Flinch!

Then, as her hand, which had been lingering on her chest, moved further down, Farnese trembled with her thin body.

Her cute belly button twitched at the passing touch of her, and the pooled water droplets flowed away.

So many shackles.

A token of ownership etched directly by the transcendental being it dwells in.

She stroked it gently, feeling the pressure……

“Ugh, yes…… “

Farnese filled the lake of her moonlit night with a strange moan that escaped from her tiny red lips.

Squeezing and stroking her belly.

No, not only that, but everything she did to herself wasn’t just a stimulus for entertainment.

What if it was just a male’s messy desire to hover around a female?

If so, she would have been willing to wield her new weapon clumsily.

“Wow! hehehe…… “

As I said earlier, I know it’s a meaningless wish.

Because of that, Farnese said, covering his own hand over the strange touch of his stomach.

“Your faithful servant…… Receive a loving hand.”

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* * * * *

The moonlight shining down on the lake last night is beautiful.

As if it were not from this world, like a painting depicting a delusion.

But she was a woman standing there, immersed in her body, her cheeks flushed red.

It slowly pushes away the desolate silence of the still lake, letting us know that the dreamy scene is not just a canvas.