The Warrior Is Disappointed in You 150

Chapter 150 – The Hero Became Honest

“What are you doing here?”
“Yes?”

To Genoa’s question, one of the paladin members asked with a dumbfounded expression.

“Didn’t you hear there is training today?”
“Mom, I didn’t hear that.”
“What a fool. Just because I was away from the church for a while, all the disciplines were gone. Now, assemble in front of the church.”
“Yes, yes!”

The member hurriedly responded to Genoa’s irritated voice her and started running somewhere.
Of course, the reason why Genoa suddenly decided to train was because of me.
After all, she was the captain of the Paladins of the Church of Guyana, and she had the authority to muster them.
In addition, it was only perverted in front of me, and the paladin’s evaluation of Genoa was no different from that of a witch.
It was only natural that he would get tired in many ways if he had a hysterical personality and a well-to-do family outside her eyes.
In addition, perhaps because of her temperamental nature of her, her paladins did not even think of suspecting Genoa despite her sudden training of her.

“Kyle will roll the kids for about two hours. In the meantime, it’s up to the hero to break her relationship with Marian.”
“Yeah, thank you. Genoa.”

The training of the Holy Knights was to be done by Kyle, not by Genoa.
As for Kyle, who had feelings for Genoa, she followed whatever she said, so it wasn’t a problem for her to pamper him.
She casually thought that Genoa, who took advantage of her Kyle her, was weak, but she was Genoa, and she was originally that kind of woman.

“Rather than saying thank you, the reward you promised later…”
“Oh, I will pay you after work.”

I said that with a puzzled smile.
While giving the opportunity to have sex with another woman, she asked for sex herself as a reward.
I couldn’t help but think that it was definitely not something a normal woman would say.

“Then go. Genoa.”

I said so to Genoa.
No matter how much the Holy Knights were pulled out of the Church, the Church had many eyes.
She needed someone to stand on her guard against any danger she might not know, and it was Genoa who voluntarily assumed that role.
I quickly started walking along Genoa across the inside of her den.
Of course, there were still priests in the church, excluding the Paladins, but since I moved with Genoa, no one thought it strange when they saw me.

“This is the room.”

Genoa stopped at the door at the corner of the church and told me that.
The door, which was shabby to look like a saint’s room, clearly showed how Marianne was treated on a daily basis.

“Well.”
“I do not have time. Go in quickly.”

Genoa urged me like that, but I couldn’t easily open her saintess’s door.
Even though she actually went inside, she didn’t know what to say to her.
It was weird for her to say something about fucking her right away, and I could n’t even ask her if it was her pout her.

“Hero.”

Confirming my hesitation, Genoa called me with an expression that could n’t hide her frustration with her.

“Yes?”
“Just be honest with her. Perhaps, that would be enough.”

I looked at Genoa talking to me with a smile and bit her lips.
To be honest, Marianne’s reaction was also unexpected, but her Genoa’s reaction was also enough to shatter the preconceived notions I had of her.
Anyway, the important thing right now was Marian, so I nodded at Genoa’s words and entered the saintess’s room.

**

“Marian.”

When I opened the door and went inside, I saw Marianne’s back her, kneeling on one side of the room, staring at the wall.
I called her her name her, and I could see her Marianne’s shoulders her twitch.
It was good to go there once, but as expected, I couldn’t come up with anything to say.
Moreover, Marianne didn’t show any reaction, so I just stared blankly at her back.

‘Were you that pretty?’

I thought of it strangely as I looked at Marianne’s back her.
Her sky-blue hair her rustled on her Marianne’s shoulders, her slender shoulders moving in sync with her breath.
Her tight-fitting priest dress her made Marianne’s slender waistline stand out, and her voluptuous buttock line below it was full of sexiness that captivated men.
She was Marianne, whom she had deliberately not paid attention to even though she had been by her side of her, but when he recognized her differently and looked at her, she naturally felt the blood rushing to her lower body of her.

“… What did you come here for?”

In an instant, Marian’s voice resounded in the empty room.
It seems that I was quite embarrassed that I suddenly came and looked at him without saying anything.
There was still a lot of sadness in her voice, but it was just as curious.

“Apologize… I came to do it.”

Her Marian her reacted to her first, so I spoke to her, plucking up her courage her.
I tried to treat her according honestly to her Genoa’s advice to her, and the first feeling that came to her mind her after looking back at myself was sorry.
Of course, I was a fairly petty person, so it was still difficult for me to tolerate the attitude Marianne showed me in the first episode.
But I was just about to think that maybe it was because of me, and I also thought that it was a little too much to bother Marianne about what happened then.

“Apologizing, what did the hero do wrong?”

Of course, after all, it’s just my personal feeling that she bullied Marian, but in reality, unlike other women around me, I just didn’t touch her.
It wasn’t particularly reprehensible, but I couldn’t help but feel sorry for myself for taking advantage of Marianne, knowing what qualifications she had.

“Well. I don’t know. But I feel sorry for you.”

I confided so openly to her Marian her, and then I saw her Marian’s body her, which had been staring at the wall, turn toward me.
Even though she conveyed her honest feelings as Genoa said, her expression of Marianne did not improve at all.
Rather, she looked sad as if she had been hurt more, and her originally white face her was even more pale.

“… You have nothing to be sorry for. Whatever the hero thinks of me, that’s the hero’s freedom.”

Marian said in a voice completely drained of energy.
I sensed that Marianne was misunderstanding something in her reaction to her.
But still not sure what the misunderstanding was, I deliberately held on to her Marianne by the tail her.

“What do I think of you?”
“Are you still good friends? Would that be enough?”

Marianne said that to me with a helpless smile, and I roughly realized what Marian’s misunderstanding was.
Clearly, she seemed to have far greater trauma than I expected.
So Marianne still thought I didn’t care about her, which made me feel even more sorry.

“Marian, there seems to be a misunderstanding.”
“… Misunderstanding, there can be no such thing.”
“No, you are a beautiful enough and attractive woman. It’s not because you’re from Raksha that I didn’t touch you, and it’s not because you’re sexually unattractive.”
“That, like that…”

At my words, Marian’s face began to blush.
She felt a bit embarrassed, but once she uttered her sincerity, it was rather easier after that.

“It is real. Marian, I wanted to hug you too.”

I said that while looking at Marianne’s confused eyes her, and Marianne’s pupils her, which were already shaking, began to fluctuate quickly as if an earthquake had struck.

“Hey, don’t lie. Then why on that day…?”
“Ah, if it happened a while ago, it was because I had no intention of forcibly holding you drunk.”

I answered that to Marian, who could not believe my words of her.
It didn’t matter if the words were persuasive.
It was true that I didn’t want to get her Marian her her first time in her drunken state.
Of course, it wasn’t that she didn’t want to bother her a little more, but she didn’t have to testify against her.

“That’s a lie.”

But Marian, who was already hurt, did not want to believe me easily.
It may have been a defense strategy to avoid being hurt again in her own way, but I had solid evidence to prove my words her.

“Look, Marian. I still want you.”

I glanced at my lower body her and said that to Marian.
Marianne’s eyes her naturally moved to my lower body her, and she took a step back from her, flinching at the sight of my cock her, as if it were about to pierce my pants.

“Oh, no. I see. I thought…”

Marian muttered that with a confused expression.
I took a step towards Marian and told her.

“By the way, I’m not going to put up with it any longer.”