I, Viretta, Am Going to Hunt a Dragon

The fingers, excluding the thumb and index finger, swept over her cheek.

Her right hand checked Viretta’s eyes, nose, and ears one by one, and then boldly invaded her mouth.

His thick fingers pressed against Viretta’s tongue and opened her mouth wide.

He was carelessly probing the sensitive and hidden areas, but his touch was respectful. Viretta could not shake off Iola and made a foolish sound.

“Iora-san-.”

“Don’t make a sound. Your face is fine, and your tongue isn’t bitten. Your mouth is fine.”

Iola was relieved to see that there were no wounds inside her mouth.

“There are no injuries to her eyes or ears, but can you see clearly? If there’s a problem, please tell me right away. If your field of vision narrows, it means there’s a big problem, so you have to tell me right away.”

“I… Is your field of vision narrowing when you only see Iola-san?”

“No.”

Iola lightly dismissed the half-serious, half-joking question.

Ranken would yell, “Don’t tease me!”

With her dazed head, Viretta thought of her friend who wasn’t there.

The words that she felt like she was going to die were just empty talk, but when she actually came up to land, her physical condition was worse than she had thought.

She fell into a deep hole while riding a horse, was trapped in a box, flew through the sky, and was soaked in water and exposed to the cold wind.

It was strange that she was in good physical condition. Viretta’s body was on the verge of collapse from overwork.

Her dizzy head thought of Ranken, her father, and her younger brother Dylan one after another.

Iola said that this lake was not far from the mine, but she had flown in without knowing the direction. And she was hanging on to the dragon’s claw.

She had no idea when she would be able to return. She also thought that Ranken would be worried.

She had done something bad to him. If he or Iola were to be dragged by a dragon and blown away right before his eyes, even Viretta would be so shocked that he would want to faint.

“Ranken… would be worried.”

Since Ranken is a delicate person, he would probably be very worried.

“If Father had sent someone, they would have arrived at the mine soon… ugh.”

“Right now, you should worry about Viretta-san first.”

Iola, who had carefully examined her face, was now examining Viretta’s body.

He rolled up her sleeves and skirt and carefully examined the bruises and cuts on her arms and legs, and lightly tapped places like her waist, knees, and elbows.

When Viretta didn’t show any signs of pain no matter where he touched her, he relaxed his shoulders and sat down.

“Thank goodness. You weren’t seriously hurt.”

“I’m okay.”

“Thank goodness. If Viretta-san had been seriously hurt because of me, I wouldn’t have been able to raise my head.”

“It’s not Iola-san’s fault, it’s my fault. Are you okay, Iola-san?”

As for him, there is nothing broken or twisted on the outside. He is strong enough to carry Biretta and swim.

But I don’t know what’s inside.

He had the same experience as Viretta, and he had a hard time protecting Biretta both in the sky and on the lake.

Viretta, who had been blankly staring, reached out and grabbed Iola’s forearm. Iola smiled kindly back.

“Yes, there is nothing broken. My vision and hearing are normal. I feel a little dizzy because I flew through the sky and fell. Is my semicircular canal not strong?”

He also got wet and came out, so his clothes and hair were all wet and stuck to his body.

“Thank goodness.”

“Yes.”

“Your hair looks great even when it’s wet.”

Iola laughed when I complimented him habitually. His tense expression softened a little.

He took a step back from Viretta and quickly took off the clothes he was wearing.

He took off his jacket, pulled his top over his head, and reached into his pants.

The clothes that were soaked in water and clung to his body came off one by one, exposing his skin.

Viretta, flustered, screamed and covered herself.

“Whoa! No! Why are you progressing so quickly, Iola-san! You’re like a top student!”

“You’re suddenly full of energy.”

“Of course! This is so, so lewd… no, provocative… no, dangerous! I’m a modest lady, so I’m weak towards men.”

Viretta, who had been speaking in a flat voice, regained her powerful voice like a nightingale.

Her cheeks and neck tightened at the sight of the embarrassing sight.

“You were stuck in bed with Mr. Ranken, weren’t you?”

Iola licked the moisture off her body and snapped.

If it wasn’t a mistake on Viretta’s part, it was a slightly accusatory tone. At least, it seemed to imply, “Aren’t you a proper lady?”

“I’ll tell you again, there were me, Ranken, and a ghost there.”

“I’ll tell you again, there are no ghosts in the world.”

“But there was one, right? A ghost.”

“… … They were in the same space. Logically, yes, you’re right.”

The ghost was hiding under the bed or in the room, so they weren’t the only ones there.

Logically, Viretta was right.

However, the way she spoke reminded me of, “They killed someone, but it wasn’t murder.”

Or, “They didn’t kiss, they had a heart attack and gave me artificial respiration?”

Iola slightly suppressed her bitter feelings and took off her pants. Viretta’s scream went up another octave.

“Eek!”

The sight of her taking off her wet clothes right in front of her eyes was too stimulating.

With both hands covering her eyes, Viretta flailed her feet.

However, she could clearly see his figure between her fingers. Embarrassed but unable to overcome her curiosity, Viretta peeked at Iola through her fingers.

Iola, who took off her clothes, squeezed the water out of her clothes without shame. Every time he squeezed her clothes, water dripped down.

Iola was confident even though she was only wearing underwear. She didn’t seem to hesitate to show her body in front of a woman of her age.

Is it because she’s his fiancée, as he always says?

Or maybe it’s just the way mercenaries are. Muslin also took off her clothes and rolled around anywhere.

Even though Ranken had known her for eight years, he didn’t show any weakness in front of Viretta, but he was a mercenary in name only, and he was more sly than the daughter of a noble family.

Is this what a real mercenary is? Biretta kept glancing at Iola’s skin.

Unlike her slender and sleek appearance, Iola’s bare body was solid and wild.

Her body, trained not through exercise but through actual combat, had large and small scars.

There were bruises here and there from when she had wrapped around Viretta and hit the box alone.

Her eyes stopped at the bruises every time she saw them. Saliva ran down Viretta’s throat.

Iola shook off the remaining moisture from her clothes and recited an unfamiliar word.

Dry branches and fallen leaves gathered in one place, blown by the wind, and flames rose from the ground. In an instant, a bonfire was created.

Simple magic could be used widely. As a wizard, he seemed more capable than Muslin overall.

“A little more rude.”

Iola, who had dried her body in the heat, dug between Viretta’s legs.

When his hand tried to take off her skirt, Biretta clenched her teeth in surprise.

“What’s going on?”

She clenched her teeth and spoke, her words becoming strange.

However, it was difficult for Iola to maintain her composure when her barely-clothed, muscular fiancé touched her skirt.

If she didn’t bite her tongue, she felt like screaming.

“You said you were cold. You shouldn’t be wearing wet clothes.”

“Bu, bus? (Take them off?)”

“Wet clothes are heavy, so I’ll help you.”

“Ouch! Aah!”

A while ago, she was shy about lying in the same bed, but it was shocking that she was doing something like this without any worries.

Viretta backed away from Iola’s touch. No matter what, it was embarrassing.

She would blush even if I touched her, and Iola, with her hair wet and her body naked, was right in front of her. My eyes were spinning.

“If you’re embarrassed, close your eyes.”

“It’s embarrassing for Iola-san to see-.”

“Dying from hypothermia because of shame, it’ll be a laughing stock for generations to come.”

Iola’s hand grabbed Biretta who was trying to run away. His eyes, as he caught Biretta who was floundering, were sharp like a hunter’s.

“I don’t want that to happen.”

“Ah!”

There was no point in asking or answering any more questions.

After subduing Viretta, Iola quickly took off her outer garment.

The long, thin garment was soaked with water and clung uncomfortably, but it was not enough to deal with Iola.

The skill of unbuttoning the button, lifting her leg, and pulling down the garment was not ordinary.

As expected, even her dexterity was good.

Viretta, who lost her outer garment in an instant, clung to her knees and trembled.

The bonfire gradually warmed Beretta's bare skin.