Chapter 48.3
“Very practical, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is. On the battlefield, the first to die is the one who can no longer run.”
“It reminds me of the Lehner Desert. That was a real battlefield. There was no magic or martial arts involved, only those with physical strength and a strong will survived…”
“I didn’t participate in the retreat from the Lehner Desert, but the person who recommended the ‘food’ instructor said she was a survivor of the Lehner Desert, and she told me that she was drooling at the memory of how Sir Bash kicked the boy and ordered him to run.”
“You must be a naughty girl to think of Sir Bash as food. But I won’t punish her. If I had been there, I would have done the same thing.”
“That’s very generous of you.”
Nion, who did not suggest any specific punishment, was also aware of Bash’s sex appeal. Although they had only met once in the reception room, it seemed to Nion that Bash’s whole body was a whip. His thick chest told her to throw herself at him, and the way he sat with his big thighs spread wide, she felt completely invited to join him. If she hadn’t ducked her head to look away from him, she might have lost control.
“Anyway, it’s not a good idea for Sir Bash to stay like this in the Succubus Nation. Someone will lose patience.”
“I agree. Although, as a woman, I would like him to stay forever…”