Chapter 13: The Village's Shadow - 1

In search of ingredients, I headed to the ranch, where I came across a sturdy middle-aged man gripping a goat by the horns with his thick forearms.

"And who might you be?"

"It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Ian, a hunter who recently settled in Entiel Village."

"I see. So you are Adelia's son-in-law everyone has been talking about. Good to meet you. I am Walter, this village's rancher."

Walter extended his hand to me for a handshake.

There was goat saliva on his hand, so I hesitated for a moment, but soon took it anyway.

Walter is Entiel Village's only decent man, so I have to put up with a little filth.

As the village's name implied, every man here was trash obsessed with fucking other men's women.

Because most male characters in H-games are lunatics who raise hell just to fuck the heroines.

In contrast, Walter was so devoted to his dead wife that he treated every other woman like a block of wood in order to remain faithful to her.

Of course, he seemed to enjoy bestiality with goats to relieve his sexual urges, but compared to men trying to fuck other people's women, he was still preferable.

"Thanks to you, we will not have to worry about meat."

"My skills may be lacking, but as a member of this village, I will do my best."

"That is reassuring. If you ever need anything from the ranch, just let me know."

"Then, could I perhaps have some milk and eggs?"

"Milk? Wait a moment. I will bring you some fresh milk from today's milking. Marin! Lily!"

Walter called over his two daughters, who were feeding the goats.

His daughters were cheerful beauties, with the freckles so characteristic of country girls.

Naturally, they fell far short of Isolde, the village's greatest beauty, but they possessed one outstanding feature that Isolde did not.

Wow. Their tits are fucking huge.

Looking at breasts so large they brought dairy cows to mind, I could understand why Walter had become so devoted to his wife.

With breasts like those, a baby would never go hungry.

"Marin, bring over the milk we drew today. Lily, get some eggs from the chicken coop."

"Yes."

"Dad, who is that man?"

The eldest, Marin, immediately went to carry out Walter's errand, while the still-young Lily looked at me with curiosity.

"He is a hunter who has just settled in the village."

"A hunter? I heard the rumors said he was ugly."

"Stop talking nonsense. If you want to eat meat, go fetch those eggs."

"Meat? Okay!"

At the word meat, Lily dashed off toward the chicken coop.

Walter watched his daughter fondly, then naturally resumed our conversation.

"If you do not mind, may I ask a rude question?"

"Go ahead."

"As I understand it, the village chief originally introduced you to Isolde. But you married Isabelle instead of Isolde. Was there a particular reason you chose Isabelle?"

"Would you believe me if I said it was love at first sight?"

"That would be hard to believe. Isabelle is little more than a burden, barely able to care for herself. It is not as though she is beautiful like her sister, either."

"So you think I must have had some other reason for marrying Isabelle."

"If I have offended you, I apologize. But please understand my position as well."

Walter was asking because of the insular nature common to rural villages.

From Walter's perspective, I certainly must seem suspicious.

A skilled hunter had passed over Isolde, the village's most beautiful woman, and chosen Isabelle, who could not properly live her life because of Rose's Punishment.

To an outsider, it must have looked like I was plotting something.

Of course, Walter's suspicions were partly correct.

I had married Isabelle because of the Big-Dick Herb.

But the Big-Dick Herb was not my only reason for marrying her.

"I understand your position, Walter. You must suspect that I am an agent of the bandits."

"There have been far too many disturbing rumors lately."

In this world, it was common for outsiders to settle into a village, live there for a time, and then reveal themselves as bandits who plundered it.

Indeed, if one played [A Country Village’s Circumstances], Entiel Village was also attacked by bandits due to an outsider's betrayal.

It was not for no reason that country people were so exclusionary.

"You may not believe me, but I truly did fall in love with Isabelle at first sight."

"What was it about her?"

"Her voice."

"Her voice?"

"Yes. Her voice, like a nightingale's, stirs my soul. When I am in a field with her, it feels as though I am walking through a fairy tale. And it is not merely her voice. I fell for her heart as well. Though she is physically frail, Isabelle cares for her family more than anyone. Watching her smile despite her pain made me want to do something for her."

Like the protagonist of a romance fantasy, I praised Isabelle's charms with every flowery phrase I could summon.

Naturally, it was all empty rhetoric, but such ornate language was vocabulary only refined nobles could use.

It was rather difficult for Walter, who had lived in the countryside all his life, to comprehend.

All he could do was nod.

"Ah, I understand. I get how much you love Isabelle, so that is enough."

"Thank you. If it would not be too much trouble, could you let the villagers know how I feel? I have not yet grown close to my neighbors, so I have been unable to convey my feelings to them."

"Ahem. I will do my best."

Since he had been the first to behave rudely toward me, Walter granted my unreasonable request.

"Dad."

Someone approached Walter and me.

It was the milk boy—no, Walter's eldest daughter, Marin, who had brought the milk.

"Here is the milk you asked for, fresh from today's milking."

"Good work. Marin, sorry, but go check on Lily at the chicken coop. Since she is taking so long, she is probably getting pecked by the chickens again and about to wreck the coop like last time."

Walter sent Marin on another errand, and without a word of complaint, she immediately headed for the chicken coop.

Watching Marin, I spoke to Walter.

"And this is a secret, but it seems that Isolde has a lover."

"A lover?"

"A man named John. Do you know him?"

At my words, Marin stopped dead in her tracks.

. . .

In [A Country Village’s Circumstances], Isolde's affair was one reason she became the village's communal cum toilet, but the decisive cause was a woman named Marin.

She commissioned a witch to place a curse, did she not? Beneath that innocent appearance, she is downright sinister.

Marin was the woman destined to become John's wife.

She was exactly John's preferred type: an obedient woman. Marin was obedient enough to turn a blind eye to her husband's infidelity.

But that did not mean she forgave it.

Secretly, Marin had a witch's curse turn Isolde, who had enjoyed clandestine trysts with John, into a lust-crazed slut.

As a result, Isolde ended up sleeping not only with John but with this man and that man in the village, becoming a communal cum toilet.

Originally, that was a story from several years later, but things are different now because of me.

Unlike the original story, Isolde had not married Ian. She would strive to marry her lover John, and Marin, who had unrequited feelings for John, would naturally make a deal with the witch earlier than planned to stop Isolde.

I need to make a deal with Aurora before Marin does...

The witch Marin made a deal with was named Aurora.

Like Ian, Aurora herself was the protagonist of [A Gloomy Witch’s Circumstances].

Naturally, I already knew where she was.

Finding her will not be difficult. The problem is that I do not have what Aurora wants.

Like a witch out of a fantasy tale, Aurora used all manner of bizarre ingredients. One of her staples was a virgin's blood.

That was why Marin, merely an ordinary country virgin, had been able to make a deal with the witch.

In the original, Marin offered her younger sister's blood. Will she offer her own this time?

Meanwhile, all I had was the pink flower, a natural aphrodisiac I had found in the goblin cave, and the lily that had grown alongside the Big-Dick Herb.

I wonder whether these will be better than a virgin's blood.

I decided to worry about what to offer in trade later.

Going to the witch's house carelessly would be a problem as well.

If I am discovered, the loss will be enormous.

The Church of the Sun had declared witches heretics.

If any evidence emerged that I had dealt with a witch, all the favor I had built up with the church could become worthless.

"It is a little early, but I should take that with me."

Having organized my thoughts, I headed straight for the church.

When I arrived, Reina greeted me again today.

"Brother, you have come again today. ♥"

The way Reina looked at me had changed in an enigmatic way.

Where she had once looked at me like an interesting subject, now there was yearning in her eyes.

This bitch is completely in heat.

It was only natural.

Isolde had become a lust-crazed slut due to a witch's curse, but Reina had been one by nature from the beginning.

If I asked her to have sex right now, Reina would probably spread her legs without hesitation.

But I had no plans to fuck her just yet.

Once Reina crossed that line, she would no longer be able to control her own lust.

Once she knew the taste of sex, she would surely offer her body to this man and that man.

I cannot allow that.

She had to belong to me alone.

To make that happen, I planned to train Reina slowly.

To turn her into a saint who looked only at me.

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