414 An open-air bath is a battlefield.

"Elnea!"

To my screams, the mistrals flew in a hurry. He had a weapon in his hand and was already in a battle posture.

"... Huh!?

"Mr. Ernea..."

The Mistrals saw.

Me falling on my back and Mr. Irie crawling on all fours like a cover over me.

"Hmm!?

"Come on."

And Mr. Irie's splendid. That's what gets into your eyes, the women rushing off your gaze.

"E, Ernea. What does this mean?

"Ernea, you're unclean."

"No, no, I don't have any weird tastes!

"Oh, no. You're not interrupting our rapprochement."

Mr. Irie didn't even try to hide the bare, but looked back as he crawled on all fours and sighed at the Mistrals.

I make a spatial leap in a hurry the moment Irie's consciousness comes off. He then metastasized in an open-air bath.

To the spatial leap, Mr. Irie gave a slightly surprising look.

"In the first place, it's something to take a bath naked. If you want to come in with me, take off your clothes."

"Well, that's the story..."

He blushes and Mistral says it with his gaze off.

Luiseine blocks Priscia's eyes she's been running with, and she's turning back herself.

Lyla closed her tight eyes and was holding onto her two-handed stick.

"He was a man after all."

After all, she wasn't a woman.

Only Yufi and Nina didn't look like they cared, and they were staring at Mr. Irie naked.

Yeah. So, what do you think?

"And anyway. We'll take care of Ernea, so why don't you leave?

What. Will the Mistrals take care of you?

I'm very happy with that, but I think we need to think about the time and the circumstances.

"I don't like it. If it means getting rid of someone, isn't that the innocent ladies? It's a man's water now."

Oh, this guy is cowardly.

Looks...... faces, tricks, etc. are more women than women, but I can't believe I'm going back to being a "man" in this situation.

If Mr. Irie says so, I can't tell the Mistrals back.

I observed the situation while sinking in hot water. [M]

As a matter of saying, Mr. Irie will be raised with arms. If you're claiming to be a "man," the Mistrals certainly don't deserve this place better.

But the Mistrals are my family, if you want to take care of them... It's going to be Mr. Irie who's interrupting the family reunion.

Who the hell wins this battle?

The battle was a shame.

Mistrals with their clothes on.

Bare and benevolent, Mr. Irie exposes herself without shame to the appearance of none in the women's ranks.

The Mistrals eventually went back inside the building without looking back.

"Ernea, if you come up from the bath, it's a reflection."

"Yeah, it's not my fault..."

To Mistral's throwaway dialogue, I sank into hot water to the edge of my head.

"To cool down"

Niemia, weren't you my escort!?

Neemia, who was swimming in the hot tub in a swallow, rose from the hot water, sifting and shaking her whole body to fly the water splash, leaving with the Mistrals.

"Pfft. Come on, there's no one in the way."

"Yikes."

Mr. Irie looks at me with eyes on herbivores.

Scary, too scary!

I feel like I'm in danger and I'm trying to escape. Seeing how it went, Mr. Irie laughed with pleasure.

"Really, it's not a fun family. That's nice."

The joke is not sprinkling.

There's no resistance to men bathing each other because some Mistral village was a joint bath.

Bathing with a man like a woman, Mr. Irie, is awkward for some reason.

In the first place, what attribute is Mr. Irie?

Physically, you're definitely a man, aren't you? But standing and acting and appearance are completely female in the first place.

I've never met these people before, so I don't know how to handle them.

"I am delighted with your consideration. Normally, people like me are disgusted and despised. They don't usually understand. So I'm just glad you're lost that way. 'Cause at least you're aware of women in me, right?

Mr. Irie didn't read his mind, but he seemed to understand this psychology in my way.

"Heh heh. Just judge me as you please"

"Yep. Then treat me like a woman..."

If Irie wants to be a woman, I'll do it. You don't have to rebel or refuse.

Besides, if she's wearing clothes, she's certainly feminine.

Even if you are a little tall, shoulder-width, and sometimes have a wild voice...

"Thank you. Thank you. Let me flush you down."

"Oh, I did"

I was soaked in hot water without washing my body.

Shit, I get out of the hot water with my face up.

I've decided to treat Mr. Irie like a woman, but I'm not ashamed to be seen naked by her.

I think I'll sweeten you to the words and have your back flushed.

Sit on an affordable rock at Mr. Irie's behest. Behind me, I heard Mr. Irie rubbing the soap and foaming.

And secondly, the warm feeling that passes on to your back.

"Uh-huh."

Please, stop it.

It is forbidden to put bubbles on your bare hands and touch your skin directly, not cloth!

Weird pleasure shook my whole body. [M]

Oh, yeah.

Again, perhaps Mr. Irie should have been treated as a man.

Irie, a woman like a man like a woman, spreads bubbles on my back with deliberately glossy hands.

"And by the way. Why does Mr. Irie live here alone?

I tried to deflect my consciousness from my strangely pleasant back with fine bubbles and human skin, shaking the appropriate topic.

Mr. Irie tries to turn his hand from his back to his chest. Desperately stopping it, I await Mr. Irie's response.

"See, you just said that, didn't you? People like me stick out of the world."

"I see..."

Maybe it was a topic I shouldn't have asked.

A little reflection.

and to alarmed gaps.

Mr. Irie controls the attack with me and turns his arm forward. And now I've rubbed my own body.

"Uh-huh. No."

No one else can rush to my screams anymore.

When wet, Mr. Irie's upper body and arms swell. I was about to wake up feeling weird and desperately restrained myself. [M]

"Well, it's a joke. You're worth teasing and you're having fun."

"Gu......"

"The truth is. Look, I told you this, too. Seven hundred years ago, something like this happened, and I gave my soul to the Dragon King."

"What does that mean?

"Hmm?"

"Yep. From our senses, I think he gave his soul, and then he died."

I don't think you're wrong about that.

"But Mr. Irie..."

He's alive, isn't he?

From Mr. Irie's chest, which I feel on my back, I did get a heartbeat.

"Hehe hehe. There are many things going on in the adult world."

"Hmm. Tell us more about that. I said give us our souls, but I don't know what that means."

"Phew...... I think you're a smart kid, but you're still a little young."

"Is that physically? Or is it spiritual?

"Both, maybe?

Well, compared to someone who's lived seven hundred years, I might be young. But I don't want you to spare me any information because of that.

"If you are uncomfortable with the word offering your soul and my current situation, look for answers by tomorrow. Otherwise, I will truly dedicate the soul of someone in your family to resolve this curse."

Hehe, and he was cheerfully laughing at Mr. Irie, but her words contained no lies whatsoever.

I know.

I'm with Old Sleighsta, who has been protecting dragon forests and spiritual trees for over 2,000 years.

For your service, I don't hate any sacrifice. Even if we were to confront each other as enemies, we would not lose sight of our purpose.

From Mr. Irie's words, he was overwhelmed with such strong readiness.

But you know what?

I'm prepared to never give in, either.

It's not just my family. I would never want a solution where something would be sacrificed.

The contradiction between Mr. Irie's presence and words. Suppose there's a solution there. Be sure to find the answer by tomorrow.

When Mr. Irie finished washing my body, she poured hot water on me and flushed the bubbles.

I'll wash Mr. Irie's body in gratitude.

Of course, use cloth, not bare hands!

Refreshing, me and Mr. Irie went into the hot tub.

Mr. Irie was still a good listener, and he heard a lot from me to give him an unexpected boost.

Thanks to you, I had long water.

Upon getting out of the bath and returning to the separate mansion, he was seen with white eyes by the Mistrals.

"I'm not a pervert!

"Ernea, we didn't say anything, did we?

"Ugh..."

I really didn't do anything wrong.

"Nah."

I apologize for disturbing you, but I'll tell you about the conversation I had with Irie in the open bath. The Mistrals thought that there was something behind them.

"You're in a situation with me at the time of the trials looking for full moon flowers. Without the dedication of someone's soul, the dragon's graveyard curse cannot be cursed. Maybe there's no mistake about that. But I don't think that's the only solution."

"There's another solution, but as it stands, we can't hit it."

"Then we should look for another solution."

"That's what I'm saying, but I don't have enough information."

"I say so, but I don't have a clue."

"I guess the key, as Irie says, is that she's still alive after she's given her soul."

"She..."

To what I said, the women are turning a weird gaze.

"Ernea, didn't you realize who Mr. Irie was?

"Could everyone who says that have noticed from the beginning?

Oh, and the sighing Mistrals.

I wonder if he had a blatant cough when Mr. Irie held my hand or if he was giving me a weird look when he sat next to me because he realized who Mr. Irie was.

Women are sensitive to things.

"You haven't trained enough yet."

"Guru."

With a bitter smile, the Mistrals were ready to take a bath.

"As punishment, consider the thread of resolution while sitting in the front seat."

"Yeah, eh."

It wasn't forgotten.

When I checked my front seat, the women all left looking like they were having fun.

Ares, too, walked out with Priscia holding hands. I guess it didn't show up when I was there because Mr. Irie was there.

It's an open bath. I'm sure they'll have long water too.

Am I to be sentenced to a straight seat until then?

As a watchman, there was still Neemia who betrayed me.

Niemia makes a huge stretch as she repairs her hair. I've been working so hard, you must be tired.

While sitting in the front seat, he stared at Niemia and put his thoughts around the solution to the problem.

"Come on!

Then, now the screams of the women rang.

What happened!?

I immediately grab the white sword and the wooden sword of the spirit tree and make a continuous spatial leap to where everyone can see me.

In an instant, I arrived in an open-air bath.

"Oh, no. If you want to take another bath, just get naked."

There's Mr. Irie standing naked, Jen Wang!

No, no, because you absolutely refuse such hospitality!

I put a trick of confusion on Irie without question and take away my sight.

I'll protect the shame of the women!

And I saw it.

All of everyone's wonderful skin.

Priscia and Ares are snuggly.

And...

"Erneau!

"Giffoon."

A flying bucket hit me directly in the face, and I fainted.