Surviving the Game as a Barbarian

Rafdonia (2)

After I returned to the inn, with a slightly tipsy Erwen in tow, I started observing her body from up close.

Of course, the oath I'd sworn on my honour with her sister was never broken.

Although I did wonder how much such an oath meant to me as a warrior in the first place.

"Erwen, loosen up a bit more."

"Ehh, even if you say that"

Currently, I was forcibly stretching Erwen.

"Ah! My shoulders! I think my shoulders are going to fall off!"

"Hmm."

"I-, it's not even supposed to bend this way in the first place! Really!"

"Are you sure?"