Honey Trap! ~The Honey Trap Encirclement to Ensnare the Summoned Hero~ - Chapter 154 & 155 & 156

Chapter 154: First Anniversary Short Story: The Hero’s Consultant at Work (Day One)

“Haa… what on earth am I going to do about this…?”

Reza was deep in thought.

She had been rescued from a dangerous situation by a customer who felt like a cute younger brother.

After that, things had developed at a dizzying pace.

The notorious owners of the brothel where she worked were all rounded up by the state in one fell swoop.

She had thought things were moving a bit too smoothly, only to find out that her customer was the Savior Hero himself.

Furthermore, he was a reigning Marquis.

This was a different world entirely—or at least, it should have been.

“Advisor to the Hero.”

Those grandiose words danced across the paper she had been handed.

It was proof that, before she knew it, she had been forcibly migrated into a different world.

The “Certificate of Advisor Appointment” she found herself holding used incredibly high-quality paper and bore the handwritten signatures of both the King and the Prime Minister.

Apparently, if she used this, she could get into high-end shops on sight, and nobles would accord her the “highest level” of consideration.

Reza mentally vowed to keep it sealed away for a while.

Such a magnificent position—that was the Advisor to the Hero, and her workplace was…

“This is way too out of my league…”

It was a magnificent, massive, and extravagant building—the white Detached Palace.

It was a genuine palace that had been used by the previous King.

No matter how high-class a courtesan Reza was, she never had any connection to a building like this.

On top of that, she had been assigned a ridiculously lavish room, and she couldn’t stop her face from twitching.

To be honest, she had accepted the position in the heat of the moment, but now there was no turning back…!

She sat down on the sofa out of necessity and was startled by the elasticity of the cushions.

When she looked at the desk, she saw high-end goods that she likely couldn’t afford even if she spent her entire annual income.

Reza already had a nervous stomachache.

“Good work today! There’s a delivery from your old place! Er… is it for Reza-sama?”

“J-Just Reza is fine… probably—no, definitely—you’re the one of higher status here…”

Entering Reza’s room with a load of luggage was the palace maid, Juliet.

She was as full of energy today as ever.

Reza, who had assumed the Detached Palace would be a refined place since a Princess lived there, was quite taken aback.

“Eeeh? My family isn’t from some grand lineage either… Besides, you’re the Advisor to the Hero! You’re an aide to a Marquis! An aide! That’s super amazing!”

“Ugh.”

That was the reality.

He didn’t look grand at all, and she still didn’t really feel it, but that Yuri was indeed the Savior Hero.

If you started talking about family status, his was a global position that surpassed even the Royal Family.

“Listen. Honestly, I never thought things would turn out like this… it just hasn’t sunk in yet…”

“It’s okay, this is a very easy place to live! The Princess and the Hero both seem to like a relaxed atmosphere. They even let us maids do as we please and leave things to us! ♪”

Juliet was emphasizing her point while wearing an outfit with an open chest that highlighted her bust and a mini-skirt that offered a glimpse of her thighs.

The color scheme, based on strawberry pink, felt like it had leaped far beyond the boundaries of a maid uniform.

In fact, it was more revealing than Reza’s own work clothes.

“Um… if I may ask. That outfit is…?”

“Oh, this? Nihihi! This is a custom maid uniform designed to captivate the Hero! It’s actually been super effective already… ♡”

“I-Is that really okay…? Has the Princess said anything about it?”

“Hmm, she did say that exposing the shoulders might be effective. She mentioned that showing a bit of the upper breast seems to work well.”

The public morals were more decayed than she had imagined!

If the Princess was like that, one could only guess about the rest.

The image Reza had of a high-society space where daughters of distinguished families gathered was being smashed into tiny pieces.

“Let me tell you this first: until just the other day, I was a prostitute. Honestly, I’m out of place even being in this palace, but…”

“Eh, really! In that case…”

Juliet’s eyes went wide as she sidled closer.

Reza braced herself, expecting to be asked, “Then why are you in a place like this!?”

Even so, she had been thinking that she needed to look after that “younger brother” of hers, but—

“In that case, teach me lots of erotic things! Oh, I know! I’ll call you Big Sister Reza from now on! ♪”

“…”

The answer passed far above her imagination, soaring through the stratosphere, leaving Reza frozen in shock.

This was strange. Where had the buttons been misaligned?

“Actually, right now, I’m consulting with all the other maids about how we can get ‘tamed’ by him… ♡ Big Sister Reza! I want you to teach us wonderful ways to captivate the Hero! ♪”

“W-Well… yes. I certainly intend to know quite a bit about how to seduce a gentleman…”

“Yay!! Then, then, also techniques for inside the bed…!”

“That was, well, my profession…”

“Alright! I’m going to tell everyone right away! Nihihi! Let’s all make the Hero go weak in the knees!”

“I can’t just sit around!” Juliet shouted as she swept out like a storm.

The skirt of the running maid girl fluttered in a dangerous way.

It was at that moment that the Hero happened to be passing by.

“Ooh…!”

He was staring intensely.

He was staring so hard at the flash of panties that Reza couldn’t help but let out a sigh.

Beyond just staring, he was practically offering a prayer to the departing Juliet.

“A-Ah, h-hello, Reza-san… e-er, just now, that was, well… how should I put it…”

“Boy? You shouldn’t look at a girl’s defenseless state like that, you know?”

“I’m sorry—!”

Well, she had tried scolding him.

But the Juliet in question was plotting how to make this high-maintenance boy go weak in the knees.

And she was involving everyone around her.

If anyone was defenseless, it was actually…

“Haa… perhaps you, boy, are the one who needs to be more on guard…”

“Eh, me?”

“Yes. Even just looking at you now, you seem very weak to temptation…”

By the way, Reza’s current outfit was a black mermaid dress.

It was a style that exposed her shoulders and chest, striking right at Yuri’s “weak point.”

She could see perfectly well that his gaze was flickering toward her upper breasts.

(Oh dear. I’m starting to feel like playing a little prank.)

Feeling a bit childish, Reza involuntarily clasped her hands beneath her chest.

“Hey, boy. Why don’t we have a little counseling session right away?”

Puru-purun—she emphasized her voluptuous bust.

Honestly, it was a blatant sexual appeal unbecoming of a high-class courtesan.

Rather than seduction, it was closer to an adult’s joke meant to tease a young boy.

However, Yuri fell for it hook, line, and sinker.

“P-Please, by all means…! I-I have so many things I want to talk to you about! If possible, I’d like you to stay with me until morning…!”

That was definitely not about counseling.

But when she was pulled into a firm embrace and stared at from point-blank range, Reza felt a flutter of excitement.

After all, he was a boy she didn’t exactly dislike.

Before she knew it, she was being pushed down onto the brand-new bed and pinned there.

A happy smile that she couldn’t suppress played across her lips.

Only she failed to realize that it was a bewitching smile capable of driving a man mad.

“R-Reza-san! I-I’m already…!”

“Fufu, you’re hopeless, aren’t you… ♡ It’s alright, boy. Why don’t you vent all your troubles to your big sister…?”

A man with zero resistance to temptation and a woman with maximum “inviting-reception” energy.

Their compatibility was outstanding in many ways.

“Hamu, muchu, puha! When I see breasts, I just can’t help but look at them…!”

“Ah, fuuu… honestly, it’s not just your eyes; your hands and mouth are moving too. Nn, ahn… ♡”

Yuri yanked at the shoulder straps of her dress, peeling the chest portion away to expose her.

Just like that, he grabbed onto her rich, adult breasts, kneading them and pressing his mouth against them to suck—chuu-chuu.

His grip on her breasts was strong, a caress that was almost violent in its intensity, but to Reza, it felt good because she felt desired.

Yuri also seemed to be acting like a spoiled child toward the experienced older sister.

“Whoa, so soft. I want to stay like this forever…!”

“Honestly, you’re like a baby. You really love a woman’s chest, don’t you, boy?”

Yuri buried his face in the bountiful breasts, savoring the soft flesh with all his senses.

The softness felt across his entire face, the feminine scent tickling his nostrils, and the warmth that felt like motherhood.

When he emerged from that paradise, a beauty with a troubled but happy expression was waiting for him.

“Reza-san, a kiss…”

“Ah… hamu, chu, nngh…”

The kiss where they overlapped their lips was surprisingly romantic.

At first, without entangling their tongues, they slowly savored each other’s lips.

Over and over, pecking like little birds, Yuri busily undressed her.

“Fufu, you’re sly, boy. Stripping a woman while you’re kissing her… you can’t be called a gentleman.”

“E-Ehehe… Reza-san’s body is just too beautiful… it’s like a work of art, so I couldn’t help it.”

“Don’t try to kill me with praise like that. But, it doesn’t feel bad. So, what is this non-gentlemanly boy going to do next?”

“N-Next is…!”

Yuri lowered his trousers, exposing his penis that had swollen to its limit, and made a pained face.

Looking at it, the “woman” inside Reza throbbed with a dark desire.

To accept this sturdy phallus, to let it move back and forth inside her belly as much as it wanted, and to have it spray its essence deep inside—byuku-byuku.

Just imagining it felt so good—

“Look, see? What are you going to do next? Do you want to… consult with me here, too?”

Kupa—she opened her vaginal entrance with her fingers.

She presented her pink meat-hole right in front of the man.

“Please! Kuuu, Reza-san, if you invite me like that, I—! I can’t hold back!”

“Nngh, kufuuu… ♡ Honestly, you’re such a helpless child… ♡ Fine. Move however you like… I’ll teach you properly what makes a woman feel good…”

Yuri coupled with the older beauty in one go.

Diving into the opened pussy, he thrust his penis all the way to the woman’s depths.

From there, utilizing the Hero’s stamina to its fullest, he transitioned into a rhythmic, pile-driving piston motion—pan-pan.

“Ahn, you really are amazing, boy… ♡ But, nn, let’s add a bit more variety. Hey, can you knock—knock-knock—on my depths? Do you remember? I’m weak deep inside… ♡”

“Y-Yes!”

Just as he was told, he knocked against her cervix with his glans.

When he did, a syrupy, sweet moan—”Aaan!”—spilled out, and Yuri’s brain turned pink.

Reza was also a bit startled. It was a weakness exposed on their first night together, but she hadn’t expected him to remember it so clearly.

“E-Ehehe, was that good just now?”

“Honestly, you remember things like this so well… you’re going to be a terrible heartbreaker, boy.”

“I’ll take proper responsibility…!”

While stimulating the “baby’s room,” Yuri rubbed his raw cock against her.

The movement of his hips was incredibly lewd and persistent, manifesting a primal desire to make this beauty his own.

Reza, who was beneath him, having him put all his weight into the mating, couldn’t stop herself from smiling.

Her hands and feet unconsciously entwined around Yuri’s body.

From her mouth erupted unrefined moans that weren’t the “coaxing voice” she usually put on.

Seeking the man from the bottom of her heart, her hips writhed, and her vagina tightened.

“That’s why I told you that you shouldn’t say things like that so lightly… now, I won’t ever let you go, boy… ♡”

“Ah, hamu, muchu…!”

He hugged her tight, and they engaged in a short-stroke missionary piston.

Both the upper and lower mouths were hotly and stickily entwined, their wet skin overlapping in a melting exchange of love.

Yuri had no choice but to break.

“~~~~!”

“Ahaha… ♡ It’s okay, boy. Let it all out… ♡”

Dok-dok-dok—his penis pulsed violently, pouring the reproductive fluid into the glamorous beauty’s body.

Seeking to plant his genes in this top-tier female, he ejaculated shamelessly.

“Ohoh…! Ah, I-I feel like I’m being sucked dry…! Haah, kuu—!”

“Ahn, honestly, pulsing so hard like this, you’re full of energy… you’re wonderful, boy… ♡”

Reza felt so good from the sex that she didn’t really care about anything anymore.

There would be hardships, surely, but that was for later.

Right now, she sincerely wanted to make this boy feel good.

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Meanwhile, while Reza was having such selfless thoughts.

(W-Whoa… Juliet-chan, what should we do… I can hear such incredible voices…)

(Wow, as expected of Big Sister Reza! She’s already making the Hero go weak in the knees! ♪)

(T-This is… e-eavesdropping is wrong, isn’t it… Ah, but I find myself listening anyway…!)

Outside the door, Juliet, her fellow maid Nicolette, and Vera Domina, who happened to be passing by, were busy eavesdropping.

At first, the three of them had been enthusiastic about having the new member, Reza, teach them the secret night arts!

The closed door.

The leaking moans of a man and a woman.

They were understandably hesitant to charge in, and instead, it turned into a situation report.

(The Hero’s voice sounds like he’s lost his composure, doesn’t it? As expected of someone skilled in the arts of the night… I too must learn from this and not become complacent.)

(Yeah! Let’s all take the lecture together and surprise the Hero! ♪)

The two of them were remarkably high-minded in a strange way.

Thus, Reza’s presence was warmly welcomed at the palace—and she would end up struggling in a way that was entirely different from what she had imagined.

Chapter 155: Shadows of the Past

“Haa…”

Clara let out a heavy sigh as she read the letter.

The sender was from the Earldom of Navarre. To her, he was the man who happened to be her biological father.

The content of the letter was perfectly reasonable on the surface: a request for her to return to her hometown once in a while to show her face.

However, deep in her soul, she knew her father was not such a pastoral, sentimental figure.

“He surely intends to command me to win the Hero’s favor for his own gain.”

Clara’s father was a man possessed by a lust for power and a lecherous streak that knew no bounds.

She herself was a hidden child, born from his dalliances with a commoner.

His current wife was, if she remembered correctly, his third.

Their parent-child relationship—if such a thing even existed—was frigidly cold, and Clara’s mother had passed away long ago.

Clara had initially been raised as a pawn for political maneuvering, but she was eventually cast out because she was an obstacle to a potential marriage alliance.

Out of some shred of pity, he had arranged for her to work as a royal maid.

There, for some reason, she had caught Princess Lunaria’s eye and became her personal attendant.

Having experienced Lunaria’s genuine warmth, Clara had long ago severed any lingering attachment to her family home.

An energetic, tomboyish princess who cared deeply for her subordinates and possessed a sharp wit.

A cold-blooded, careless biological father who treated his own daughter like a tool.

The choice wasn’t difficult.

She had lived her life having thrown away her past.

But for him to send such a letter now—one could only say the man had remarkably thick skin.

“Even a discarded past eventually catches up, it seems.”

In times like these, the first person she could rely on was the Princess.

With a heavy heart, Clara made her way to Lunaria’s room.

A Royal Countermeasure

“My, it’s rare for you to come here alone. What’s the matter?”

“Lunaria-sama… actually, I’ve received a request from my family to return home.”

“Geh.”

Lunaria let out a sound that was quite un-princesslike.

She knew all about the relationship between Clara and her home. As a daughter of the Royal Family, she had heard more than enough about her father’s reputation to be thoroughly disgusted.

“I didn’t know what would happen if I spoke to Yuri-sama about this…”

“It would be a problem if the Navarre territory suddenly ceased to exist, wouldn’t it?”

Lunaria meant it as a joke, but neither of them was laughing.

“What should we do? I’d love to ignore it completely, but he’ll probably come here himself to offer ‘greetings’ otherwise. He’ll say something like, ‘Even if you are illegitimate, I shall recognize you as my daughter!’”

“Yes. He will try to pull me back into the clan to strengthen his own influence. That is why I have prepared a formal letter of severance.”

“…Haa. You can be so extreme sometimes… I’m worried about you going back with just that. I doubt he’d go as far as to physically harm you, but…”

“It’s that man. He’ll certainly resort to threats.”

“If it’s him, yeah, he probably will. Now, how to handle this?”

Lunaria sat in rare silence, cradling her head in thought.

The nobles of the kingdom were, for the most part, extremely positive toward the Hero. The majority belonged to a faction that could be called “Hero Devotees,” comprised of those whose lands were saved or whose families were rescued by him.

As for the others, his achievements were so flamboyant that they were still in a state of shock. In truth, there shouldn’t be any nobles left who would dare mess with him, but…

Troublesomely, among the few who remained “traditionally noble” was Clara’s father, Earl Navarre.

It so happened that his territory hadn’t suffered damage from the Evil God, and since he had no contact with the Hero, he still harbored ulterior motives.

“…Yuri-sama is, well, Yuri-sama. If he found out Clara was in danger behind his back, he’d go ‘Grrr’ and snap.”

“’Grrr,’ you say?”

“I don’t want to imagine the specifics of what that looks like. Clara, in times like this, we must choose the better of two bad options.”

“Um, Princess? Which means…?”

“Let’s have Yuri-sama accompany you on your visit home.”

“…”

Clara froze for a moment, her mouth hanging open.

Wasn’t that like throwing a bomb into a fire to put it out…?

“Listen. Yuri-sama will hear about your father’s reputation sooner or later anyway. It’s better to strike first rather than letting things drag on.”

“Strike first…?”

“I think it’s better for Yuri-sama to hear the truth from you—the woman he’s going to marry—than to hear nasty rumors from some old man he’s never met.”

Earl Navarre was being treated quite poorly, in a sense.

Thus, the preparations for Clara’s homecoming began, led by the Royal Palace.

The Hero’s Leisure

Meanwhile, Yuri was spending another day in his usual, dissolute lifestyle.

In the morning, he woke up in a “meat-futon” of beautiful maids. Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he felt the girls pressing their soft breasts against him.

He pulled them close, having them take care of his morning wood in a refreshing start to the day.

By midday, he was devoted to “intercultural exchange” with the two elves living in the palace, Professor Luti and Sophie-san.

At first, it started with explaining erotic doujinshi and being shown traditional elven outfits—an exchange that was barely “cultural”—but as fate would have it, things escalated.

As was the custom, they moved to a physical exchange within the garden gazebo.

Once the cultures and genes had been thoroughly exchanged, it was evening.

He attended a dinner party surrounded by noble ladies, followed by a bath where he fully enjoyed the “soapland” bubble-dance of the young misses.

While Clara and Lunaria were having their serious discussion, he was living the high life.

Now, as if planned, his partner for the night was the Princess herself.

With bottomless energy, he engaged in lovey-dovey pre-marital relations with his future bride, eventually reaching the stage of pillow talk.

As he enjoyed the sensation of Lunaria rubbing her cheek against his chest—feeling like he was in heaven—she spoke.

“Hey, Yuri-sama. I have a bit of a favor to ask.”

“Dehehe… what is it? I’ll listen to anything you say right now!”

His face was sloppily relaxed, but Yuri sensed it. A “favor” from his bride-to-be was not something he could refuse…!

“Actually, Clara is going to visit her family home.”

“Eh, her home?”

“I’m a bit worried, so I was hoping you could go with her, Yuri-sama.”

“Of course! It’s Clara, after all—I’ll protect her perfectly! Whether it’s bandits or monsters, I’ll mow them all down…!”

Thinking that far, the Hero suddenly realized.

Homecoming. Family home. Parents. GREETINGS…!

“…Right, mow them down. I’ll be sure to give her parents a proper greeting…”

“About that. Clara has a very difficult relationship with her family. So this time, instead of a greeting… just stay with her and watch over her. That’s enough.”

The underlying meaning was “Please don’t go on a rampage,” but unfortunately, it didn’t reach Yuri.

He was a man with zero tolerance for serious atmospheres.

What crossed his mind instead was…

(Hmm. Did Clara-san run away from home or something? I can’t imagine her being a delinquent… maybe they’re super toxic parents? In that case, I’ll hit them with my ultimate weapon: the high-pressure interview…!)

Even if the opponents were toxic parents, with the Troublemakers led by Eremia—the delinquent of delinquents—he might have a chance!

His mindset was already that of a hoodlum.

“Don’t worry, leave it to me! I’m really good at watching over people!”

“…Fufu, I’m counting on you, Yuri-sama ♡”

After a short pause, Lunaria smiled happily and hugged Yuri tightly.

No one had ever heard of the Savior Hero being good at “watching over” someone, but she decided to take the leap of faith anyway.

Thus, the problem-laden homecoming journey began.

Chapter 156: The Burden of Leadership

Politics rarely concerns the homecoming of a single maid.

However, when that maid is the leading candidate to be the Hero’s bride, the story changes completely.

Lunaria, performing her royal duties with surprising diligence, explained the situation to her father, the King, and the Prime Minister.

“Nuuu… If it were any other noble, but Navarre… He is capable, but his character is most unpleasant…”

The King’s face soured as if he had bitten into a bitter bug.

Meanwhile, the Prime Minister, listening beside him, was unnaturally calm—a display of the dignity expected from the kingdom’s backbone.

His eyes were as clear as a monk who had attained enlightenment, and the words that spilled from his mouth were:

“I am returning to my hometown.”

“Wait, Prime Minister! I won’t let you be the only one to escape…!”

It seemed His Excellency the Prime Minister had finally reached his limit.

Even Lunaria thought to herself: Perhaps I brought this up too early.

“Princess… we are talking about that Hero. If Navarre says something out of line…!”

“Indeed. The Hero is a kind soul, but… we have no idea what might trigger a landmine…”

The Savior Hero was, in a sense, not trusted at all.

“But Clara needs to make a clean break somewhere. I’ve already asked Yuri-sama to simply ‘watch over’ her.”

““Watch over…””

The same thought flashed through the minds of the King and the Prime Minister: Reza.

To a prostitute he spent one night with, the Hero had handed over a strategic-grade weapon that could summon the Savior Hero at random.

If that was his way of “watching over” a bride candidate, what on earth was going to happen now…?

The Guild’s Wisdom

“So, I was thinking we should all tag along for Clara’s homecoming.”

“Hmm. I’m bored anyway, so fine. But if her parents try to punch you, don’t expect me to help.”

“Indeed. He’s a two-timing hydra-man who doesn’t even know how many dozens of women he’s with…”

“You can take a few hits from an Apostle of the Evil God just fine. Take it like a man.”

And so, it was decided.

The conversation took place at their usual table in the Adventurer’s Guild.

Today, as always, the Troublemakers were busy drinking and complaining from midday.

However, Sonia—the conscience of the guild—was standing by to keep an eye on them.

“Um… Yuri-san, is this really going to be okay…?”

“Yeah, I’m worried too. If someone like old man Argos shows up and says, ‘How dare you take my daughter!’… shudder.”

“I think there’s a different problem. Er… Yuri-san, you do have a certain social standing, right?”

As his lover, Sonia knew Yuri’s true identity. He was the Savior Hero and a Marquis equal to royalty.

The rowdy group drinking here didn’t look the part, but they were indeed the heroes who saved the world.

Somehow, her disillusionment deepened every time they met, but facts were facts…!

“It’s fine, it’s fine! I’m a noble in name only! If someone yells at me to consider my position, I’ll just say, ‘Sorry, I’m a commoner who got lucky, I don’t get it!’”

“Humans have it rough. For me, I usually just say, ‘Kukuku… my sealed power has gone out of control…’ and that settles most things. Though the Minister usually punches me.”

“In Necropolis, I am the law!”

“The Dragon Race soars through the heavens… small details are simply scattered to the wind…!”

Sonia’s evaluation of the world’s saviors dropped yet again.

But seriously, would it be okay? If Sonia were Clara’s parent, she would faint the moment her daughter brought this group home.

“The real issue is Clara. Apparently, she has a ‘difficult relationship’ with her family.”

“““Difficult relationship…?”””

The three who didn’t even possess the concept of a “home” tilted their heads.

Only Sonia crossed her arms and pondered. Yuri, meanwhile, let his gaze linger on her bust, which was emphasized by the pose.

“Since it’s a family matter… it might be hard to intervene from the outside. You really have to watch over her, Yuri-san.”

“Ah—Lunaria said the same thing…”

Yuri managed to tear his eyes away from her chest and closed them to think.

Behind his eyelids, he saw Sonia’s breasts jiggling, and he hurriedly shook his head.

What could he do?

Should he stand behind Clara and release a massive magical aura to “encourage” her with magic? He was thinking this when—

“Hmm. So the parent and child are on bad terms. In that case, there is a famous story from the Dark Continent. A very instructive, true story about a parent and child who hated each other.”

Lucius closed his eyes and began a perfectly suited tale.

“Once upon a time, on the Dark Continent, there was a father and son. Both possessed immense magical power, but they were on terrible terms. Every time they met, they unleashed magical wars that changed the geography.”

It was a story of grand scale, typical of the Dark Continent.

But it was certainly a story of a problematic family relationship. Everyone listened intently.

“On that day, too, they were clashing magic in the wasteland, fighting each other. The battle was more intense than ever—a fight where it wouldn’t be strange for one of them to die… but just as they were about to unleash their ultimate moves, a single girl wandered into the wasteland. Terrifyingly, the magic swallowed her whole…”

Lucius stopped talking. He looked up at the ceiling as if savoring the horror of it.

Everyone held their breath at the unexpectedly serious development. Then—

“Emerging from the thick, rising smoke was… oh! The ill-omened sky-blue color known to all on the Dark Continent! The embodiment of terror, the Blue Ogre of Death and Destruction! Yes, the girl who had wandered in… was actually the Sage Luwi…!”

Lucius cut his words short with a look of utter exhaustion.

Everyone’s expression turned into a silent “Ah.”

“The Old Hag screamed: ‘Are you picking a fight? You’re picking a fight, aren’t you! I’ll take it, I’ll take it all, you shitty brats!’ The father and son fled the scene. They couldn’t think of anything else. Run, run—it was too terrifying to even look back. But in doing so… they realized. Even the person they hated was nothing but a screaming child in the face of the Sage.”

The story had entered a moral-sounding phase, but it wasn’t a good story at all.

“Eventually, having run out of options, they gave up on fleeing and bravely joined forces to challenge the Hag! However, the opponent was that Luwi. They were easily beaten half to death and spent three months in bed. But during that time, the relationship between father and son was repaired. They realized that in the face of a great terror, all their bickering was a small, insignificant thing.”

It was an ending that wasn’t happy at all.

While everyone at the table looked weary, the finishing blow arrived.

“Ho-ho. You snot-nosed brat, that’s quite a funny story you’re telling. Let me correct you. I made sure those runts couldn’t get out of bed for six months!”

“Luwi has always been so energetic…”

The duo of Luwi—the “protagonist” of the story—and a wryly smiling Lily had arrived.

Lucius visibly panicked and tried to escape, but his opponent was the Sage of the Dark Continent.

“You’re not getting away, brat Lucius! Today is the day I kick you down into hell!”

“This is why you’re a legend, you Old Hag!”

As the scuffle began, Yuri clapped his hands as if he had attained enlightenment.

Humans can learn something from even the most worthless stories.

“I see! So, to mediate a family fight, I just need to borrow Luwi’s power…!”

That was definitely wrong.

If there was a lesson to be learned, it was “Don’t involve the Sage in your fights,” but Yuri had reached the exact opposite conclusion. It was the true essence of the Disappointing Hero.

“Well, certainly, if things get desperate enough, you don’t have time to fight each other.”

“Speaking of which, when the human armies were at war, they were attacked by monsters and ended up having to fight together.”

More people were added to Clara’s homecoming party.

Does attack power have anything to do with family ties? Sonia had her doubts, but the conversation escalated rapidly.

The Troublemakers, along with the duo of Luwi and Lily, were now officially participating in the homecoming.

It was a “watching over” mission with full-throttle firepower in both physics and magic. Yuri knew from experience:

Attack is the greatest defense…!