Chapter 37: You are so sexy😍😍

Atop the ruins of the Demon King’s castle, Sig, spiraling skyward, was cosplaying as a helicopter propeller, holding a green-haired woman who had been beaten to the point of foaming at the mouth.

He landed with flair, only to slip on a small rock, getting thrown over its shoulder and face-planting into the dirt, nose bleeding profusely.

Crash-landed, kids.

The green-haired woman was flung not far away, lying neatly in a row with their squad, sprawled on the ground—because, after all, a family should be nice and tidy.

At this moment, Sig staggered to his feet, smoothing his hair with gel and speaking to Emilia, who looked at him with concern, in a raspy, low voice laced with an exaggerated bubbly tone.

“Man, oh man, looks like I handled it perfectly~ So easy, so breezy, dealing with them was a piece of cake…”

If his nose hadn’t been bleeding nonstop, he might’ve looked cooler.

Seeing this, Emilia raised her delicate hand, gently wiping his nosebleed with a handkerchief, her movements soft and light.

She couldn’t help but murmur apologies, likely feeling useless and guilty for piling all the pressure on Sig.

Clearly, he wasn’t buying it.

He put on a nonchalant yet amused expression, clearly entertained.

Brushing off her hand, his tone carried a hint of exasperation.

“Alright, I’m fine. Don’t think these little tricks will make my heart skip a beat. What, you think I’m a virgin? Oh wait, I actually am…”

He cleared his throat, getting back on track.

“Anyway, how many times have I said it? If you really feel sorry, just do your job properly. Words and promises are the most useless, cheapest things. Anyone can open their mouth and spout nonsense—I can do it too. Want me to put on a show for you?”

Seeing her about to apologize again, he impatiently covered her cherry-red lips, interrupting her “spell” and continuing.

“Look, instead of apologizing, do something useful so I can actually praise you. I hope next time you can handle these things on your own so I don’t have to be bothered… I’m a busy guy, you know.”

“Got it. I’ll try harder. If the situation allows, I’ll protect you for life.”

Clearly, she took his words to heart.

Glancing back at the squad lying nearby, she wondered what Sig planned to do with them.

Out of curiosity—or perhaps concern about leaving loose ends—she asked, “Sig, what do you plan to do with them?”

“Oh, I’ve got plans. Talented mages like these are rare. It’d be a shame not to make full use of them.”

He looked relaxed, stretching lazily without a trace of worry—not out of confidence, but because everything was already under control.

With that, he was ready to “eat”—in every sense of the word.

He began looting the squad like a maniac: helmets, armor, weapons, staves, chest bags, bring it on~

He almost instinctively bolted off but caught himself in time.

Grabbing anything he could stuff into his pants, humming a tune, he suddenly picked up something and shouted, “Whoa, legendary gold!”

“Good stuff!”

He gently caressed the crystal looted from the squad leader.

To think a small fry dropped top-tier gear—sparkling, translucent, with a cool aura.

Not bad.

He could keep it to cool himself down at night.

Meanwhile, Emilia, idle and crouching nearby, was about to help gather loot to save him time and effort, only to be stopped by his possessive instincts.

“Ha, ha, ha.”

“Alright, I won’t touch it. It’s all yours.”

Like a cat fluent in human language, she raised her hands in surrender, giving a mock French military salute to show she meant no harm, then wisely started dragging the looted squad members to the nearby Mickey Mouse Clubhouse, locking them up.

Soon, a fully satisfied Sig, looking like a wandering minstrel, had his pants stuffed to the brim.

His crotch was so full he couldn’t take any more—he needed to let it “digest.”

Patting his bulging pants, he felt content, standing tall with hands behind his back.

He looked down his nose at the sweaty Emilia.

“All done, Emilia? Did you drag everyone into the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse? There’s a ton of magical tools in there, so don’t break anything.”

“So, what’s next? It’s kinda hot…”

Her face was flushed, panting from the exertion—probably because she hadn’t done heavy work in a while.

She tugged at her collar, trying to cool her curvaceous figure.

Her white dress clung to her sweat-soaked skin, sparking all sorts of imaginations.

Her warm breath, mixed with her scent, hit him, and his gaze grew heavy.

After a long pause, he finally said what had been on his mind for ages.

“You’re so sexy, Emilia.”

“…Should I thank you for that?”

His comment caught her off guard, her brain momentarily short-circuiting.

She spoke tentatively, breaking the silence.

Being complimented should’ve made her happy, but for some reason, it didn’t quite land.

“Thank me? Looks like you’re pretty okay with being called sexy, huh? Most people would…”

He mimicked an anime girl from his past life, coyly touching his body with an exaggeratedly lewd expression.

“Yada, yada, pervert, pervert… Something like that, right? But you’re just eating it up.”

She could guess what he was about to say.

Sticking out her tongue, she playfully licked her lips.

“Forget it, no point dwelling on it. If you’re fine with me staring, then don’t bother wearing anything tonight. Let me get a good look—perfect side dish for drinks at the dojo, since you don’t care~”

“Oh, okay, got it.”

To his surprise, she agreed, her cheeks slightly red—probably from embarrassment.

Her beautiful face dipped, avoiding his gaze.

“You’d better keep your word. I’ll be waiting.”

Clearly, Sig didn’t believe her.

No matter how you sliced it, he wasn’t buying it.

Sure, she might want him to take responsibility, but she couldn’t be that shameless, right?

She was, after all, a former saintess, the dream girl of countless men.

Though he was mostly sure she had no intention of going back, a sliver of doubt lingered.

He knew he shouldn’t feel this way, but it gnawed at him.

Maybe he needed to see it with his own eyes to be fully at ease.

Once everything was settled and the crisis resolved, Sig and Emilia worked until sunset, planning their next steps.

By tomorrow, they’d thoroughly scout the Demon King’s castle ruins.

The day after, they could officially start their plan—probably.

“What’re you up to, Sig?” Emilia asked, watching him silently step out of the tent.

He didn’t answer right away.

Facing the evening breeze, he spoke cryptically, his eyes studying her every move.

“Heading to the Empire for some business. I’ll be back tomorrow. Coming with?”

It seemed he had something in mind, and Emilia was essential to it.

He wanted to put his doubts to rest once and for all.