Marin jumped in shock at Lily’s sudden appearance.
Normally, Marin would have flown into a rage at her younger sister Lily, but she could not do that this time.
After all, her mouth had been full of my cum just moments ago.
Seeing the pubic hair around her lips makes me hard as fuck.
I had noticed Lily was nearby long ago with the hunter’s detection skill.
Even so, I had used Marin’s mouth-pussy to put her in line.
To deal with that vicious bitch, I have no choice but to handle her this way.
She had tried to ruin someone’s life out of jealousy.
She was a thoroughly poisonous woman, so training was essential for Marin.
"I wanted some honey too!"
"Next time, I’ll bring you something even tastier than honey."
I humored Lily’s whining in place of Marin, who was straightening her clothes.
"Really? Ian, you promise!"
"Yes, let’s make a pinky promise."
"Hehe, your pinky is mine now!"
Lily casually linked arms with me. Naturally, her breasts pressed against my forearm.
The soft, springy feeling was incredibly nice.
What? Her breasts seem bigger than when I saw her before.
Lily’s bursting breasts looked a full size larger than even Marin’s, who was practically a dairy cow.
"Ian, I think you’re staring at my breasts too much."
"I apologize if it made you uncomfortable. They looked bigger than when I saw you in the forest, so I stared without realizing it."
"Oh, I’m not wearing my breast-binding bandage. It makes my chest feel stuffy."
"...I see."
If what Lily said was true, she was braless right now.
No wonder they had felt especially soft. That was why.
A father would have a lot to worry about with a daughter like this.
As one could see from her childishly innocent behavior and ignorance about sex, Lily was still mentally underdeveloped for her age.
At first, I thought she simply had borderline intellectual functioning, but looking again, it seems like a developmental disorder caused by a childhood traumatic brain injury.
The game had never properly explored Lily’s background.
It only mentioned that she had lost her virginity because of Marin.
That was how minor a supporting character Lily was, and she never appeared again afterward.
She had probably died along with the village when it was destroyed in the monster wave.
Couldn’t this be cured if I handle it properly?
It would be impossible if it were genetic, but if it was acquired brain damage, it could be treated at Angel’s Rest.
Then Lily’s childish mind could be restored.
"Ian, do you like breasts?"
"I do, generally speaking."
"That’s strange. My sister said men hate women with big breasts because they look like pigs. Hngh, but I’m not a pig."
"Haha, everyone has different preferences."
True to the setting of an erotic game, women in this world tended to be well-endowed.
As a result, small-breasted women were strongly perceived as young and chaste, perhaps because of their rarity, while large-breasted women tended to be seen as sexually promiscuous.
Medieval Europe preferred small breasts too.
Of course, people’s tastes differed.
Unlike the countryside, the sexually promiscuous capital preferred large-breasted women.
"Do I look like a pig to you too, Ian?"
"To me, you look like a dairy cow."
"I like dairy cows too. They give delicious milk."
I had not meant it that way, but Lily’s bright smile somehow made me feel like the only piece of trash here.
"I wish milk would come out of my breasts soon too. Mom said milk could come out when I grew up too, but it still doesn’t. Do you know how to make milk come out, Ian?"
"Well? I don’t really know either."
Considering Lily’s mental capacity, I felt like I could fuck her whenever I wanted, but I did not want to.
She’s too much like a child.
I felt a strong psychological aversion to seeing Lily as a woman.
Maybe if she became emotionally mature, but I did not want to do anything with her right now.
"Maybe it’ll come out if someone touches them, like a dairy cow? Ian, touch my breasts and make milk come out."
"Lily, you should not ask a man to do something like that."
"Huh? Is that so?"
"Yes. Be more careful from now on."
"Hngh, then who am I supposed to ask?"
"You can ask your sister."
"I asked her, but she told me not to bother her."
"Then ask your father."
"Dad is busy working."
"Whew... Touching your breasts will not make milk come out in the first place."
"Really? Have you tried it, Ian?"
"...I haven’t."
If I truthfully told her milk came out after having a child, Lily seemed likely to make a huge fuss about wanting to get pregnant, so I lied.
"Then you don’t know. I want to make milk soon!"
"Sigh, all right. I’ll touch them for you later."
"Hehe, you’re the best, Ian!"
Faced with Lily’s relentless whining, I finally surrendered.
She’s draining all my energy.
I found myself respecting Walter for having raised a daughter like this so healthily.
Really, not just anyone could be a father.
. . .
After making my deal with Marin, I headed straight for the village square.
Perhaps because of Finn’s execution, the square was packed with people.
"I’ll give you all my money! No, I’ll even hand over the valuable information I have!"
Finn struggled desperately to stay alive.
He tried to win them over with money, tried to sell them information, and hurled curses at them.
Yet not a single villager listened to him.
"Fuck, listen to me!"
"Shut the hell up!"
Thud!
"Aaargh!"
"What an awful fucking scream."
"Let’s all throw stones at him while we’re at it."
"Yeah. We need to show that bastard who betrayed the village what happens to traitors."
When one of the villagers threw a stone, everyone else joined in.
Is pelting people with rocks the culture in this village?
It just showed how much bad karma Finn had accumulated. It was a fitting end for a bat who had betrayed the village.
"Ian, you’ve come?"
"Yes, but are you sure you want me to carry out the execution? I imagine many people here would like to do it themselves."
"It is fine. In fact, it will only have meaning if you are the one to do it."
As the village chief said, there was symbolic meaning in having me conduct the execution.
Having me, the village’s hero, execute Finn, the village’s traitor, would not only imprint the fate of traitors upon everyone’s minds—it would also serve as a ritual accepting me, an outsider, as one of the village.
Sure enough, the villagers’ gazes toward me had grown softer than before.
I don’t need affectionate looks from men, though.
I took a torch and approached the pyre, piled high with straw and dry grass.
"If that is your wish, I shall begin at once."
At my announcement that the execution would begin, the villagers who had been throwing stones at Finn fell quiet and stepped back.
"Y-you?"
Finn looked up at me with the furious expression of a man staring at his mortal enemy.
"I’ll curse you! Even after I die, I’ll curse you!"
"Quiet. You are a traitor."
"If it weren’t for you, by now I would have, I would have..."
"The outcome would have been the same, frog in a well."
Finn thought himself competent.
He had used bribes, but he was resourceful enough to trade with bandits and had a keen eye for the right moment to betray someone.
For a country bumpkin, he could certainly be called impressive.
But his abilities only worked in a backwater village like this one.
If he went to the city, there were enough outstanding talents to turn Finn into an ordinary man everywhere he looked.
Compared to the great merchant Garon, Finn is nothing but a worm.
The only reason Finn had been able to prosper until now was because this was Entiel Village.
Even so, Finn never realized his own limits until the very end.
"Shut up! You idiot who knows nothing about how the world works! You play hero in some backwater village, so you think you’re something? A war is coming. A war that will shake the entire East. Struggle as much as you want when that happens!"
"Hmm..."
I turned around and checked on the villagers.
Because the execution was by burning, they were all standing far away. My voice would not reach them from there.
For Finn, who did not know his place even in death, I spoke with a sneer.
"I know."
"What do you mean, you know? The current political situation—"
"Marquis Draken is currently preparing for war to seize hegemony over the East."
"What?"
In the Aurellion Empire, each region was ruled by a grand duke in the emperor’s stead.
It was easiest to think of it as a kind of feudal system.
And for some reason, the seat of Eastern Grand Duke was currently vacant.
Count Ardel had been governing the entire East in the meantime, and Marquis Draken, who possessed imperial blood, was displeased by that.
The Eastern War between those two nobles was the main plot of [A Returnee Hero’s Circumstances].
"Marquis Draken’s faction is one step ahead in preparing for war, but Count Ardel’s faction has only begun moving belatedly. To catch up with Marquis Draken’s faction, they will probably raise the tax rate sharply around next spring."
"H-how do you know that?"
"Sharp merchants will hoard weapons, but the great merchants who have established trading networks across the East will be busy judging which side will win. The balance of power in the East will be overturned depending on who wins."
Leaving the flustered Finn behind, I continued laying out my plan.
"Even if war breaks out, Entiel Village will be safe for a while. No matter how powerful they are, the nobles will have to be mindful of the Church of the Sun. Rather, refugees will flock to Entiel Village because of the war. We need to prepare to expand the village in anticipation of that."
"Once the village population increases, I plan to begin a full-scale holy water collection business. By then, every faction will be devastated by war, so the price of holy water will soar through the roof."
"Baron Edial may interfere as the local lord along the way, but because of the neighboring Veloa Viscountcy, he will not have the leisure to pay attention to Entiel Village. Besides, he is an idiot. Give him a little money, and he will be pleased all on his own."
From the perspective of the scenario, this was still no more than the prologue.
Once the story truly began, the entire Empire would be shaken.
"Y-you knew all of it? Is that why you settled in this village?"
"I know far more than that. I know that a religious reformation will occur in the capital, that the demi-humans are watching for their chance to target the Empire, that the Second Sacred Flame War will erupt, and that the Adventurers’ Guild will try to establish a new system."
"Hahahaha, fuck, you’re a man in an entirely different league from John. Yes, I have always wanted a leader like this. Unlike that useless bastard, a man with concrete plans, goals, and direction—and the ability to push them through!"
Suddenly excited, he began praising me while comparing me to John.
"It’s not too late, even now. Take me in as your subordinate. I’ll do anything! With my resourcefulness and your plans and ability, we can do anything."
Apparently, he had mistaken this for me recruiting him.
Well, that reaction is normal when I reveal all my plans.
There was no need to correct his misunderstanding, so I took out the item Aurora had given me and asked him,
"You know a woman named Iva, don’t you?"
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