Sota would believe it if told that the scene before him was a dream.

　Phyllis knife blinked left and right, precisely tearing the throats of the Imperial soldiers.

　They, too, try to surround Phyllis with sacks, but the golden trajectory scrapes through them with ease.

　Sota even thought it was beautiful.

　It was as if he was being shown an amazing sword fight.

　That is how overwhelming the warrior Phyllis was.

(Amazing ...)

　The reason why Sota was not upset that someone was being killed was because it seemed like some kind of sacred performance. The fact that it might be in another world might also be due to the unrealistic situation.

　She realises that there is only one Imperial soldier left. When she realised she couldn't beat Phyllis, she showed her back and started to run.

"Wait!!!"

　Phyllis angry shouts ripped sharply through the forest. ..., but in response, she fell to her knees as if she had stumbled over a kick.

"Phyllis-san!"

　"What's wrong?"

　Sota, who became worried, unexpectedly jumped out and supported Phyllis's body.

　Phyllis eyes widened at Sota sudden expression.

　But even more surprised than Phyllis was the defeated soldier from the Empire.

"What ...!　Man ...!!!?"

　Her eyes widened to the point of really spilling out and she looked alternately at Phyllis and Sota's faces.

"Wait!"

"Phyllis-san"

"Kk...!!!"

　Phyllis has no choice but to look away, biting her lower lip at her distant back.

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"Wow ... it's so swollen ...!"

　Sota eyes peeled back as he wrapped a cool towel around Phyllis's red, swollen right ankle.

　It was an area he hadn't spotted when he'd treated it yesterday. Probably a broken bone or a bad sprain.

　Sota was equally astonished that he was able to make such a big stand in such circumstances.

"Was it sore?"

"... yeah. But this much I can bear.

"If it's this much,...."

"You'd better pack your things quicker than that. You can't stay here any longer."

"What?"

"The soldiers are probably going to report this to the main army. If we stay here, they will find us. If they report that you, a man, were there, the tyrant Ronia will surely fly in. If that happens, I'm sure you'll lose your life. ... Let's hurry."

"Ha, yes!"

"Hah ... hah ...!"

　Rain, it's coming down.

　Rain in the forest is tricky. The fallen leaves and soil are muddy and muddy, and visibility is poor. The temperature has dropped considerably and the conditions are terrible.

　Sota, carrying a sack in front of him and Phyllis behind him, walked on the soggy mud.

"Don't even get me started. Put me down ...."

　Phyllis said that she was really sorry, but Sota stubbornly refused to give in.

　For a while after that, Phyllis said she was fine and walked on her own feet, but the swelling and pain only got worse and worse.

　Sota sensed this and carry her on his back.

　Phyllis stormed out because she was sorry to make a man do such a thing, but Sota would not budge unless she let him.

　Reluctantly... Phyllis was carried on his back. ...

"Hah ... hah ...."

　The rain is taking away his body heat and he is shivering as he goes along.

"Souta, ...."

"... Phyllis, we'll make sure we leave the forest alive, won't we? I still don't understand a lot of things, but I know that you are a good person."

　Saying this, Sota smiled.

his heart cries out that he must protect the warm presence of Phyllis on his back.

　But as he breathes out, his strength is nearing its limit.

"Ah!"

　But just then he discovers a cave like the one he saw earlier between the rocks.

　It was the perfect place to shelter from the rain and to check the progress of his legs.

　Phyllis on his back nodded yes.

　Sota gathered strength in his thighs and mentally scolded himself for one more breath to get into the swing of things.

"I'm a bit ... tired of the stones. ..."

"I'm sorry Souta, ... I've just done this to my legs. ..."

　As soon as they reached the cave, Sota threw out his sack.

Sota carefully let Phyllis sit down, and he collapsed into it like an avalanche.

"Are you sure you're alright?　It must have been ... heavy for a man to carry a woman."

"Haha, I'm pathetic as a man for carrying one woman and whimpering."

"No, no!　Not many men can ... carry a woman, much less you try to"

"Is that so? ,I'm sorry."

　Sota did not wait for Phyllis to say anything, but took off his shirt, which was still wet.

"whaa...?"

　It was an action so natural that it left a momentary blank in Phyllis's thoughts. The moment ... grasped what was happening, Phyllis turned her face bright red and turned away from Sota.

"Oh, oh oh oh, what are you doing ...! y you, naked ...!"

"Oh, I'm sorry."

　Phyllis is in a panic.

　In this world, the values of men and women are reversed. (Not to mention ...)

　In a world where men are ashamed to have their skin seen and women are used to looking at men's bodies as if they were licking them, what does it mean to be a man who takes off his jacket?

　Phyllis snuck a glance at Sota so that he wouldn't notice.

　The way she sniffs and looks at Sota, even though she is trying not to be noticed, is almost perverted.

　Top to bottom, bottom to top.

　The sight of the white, unscarred, slightly muscled Sota, naked, was too easy to arouse Phyllis's inferiority complex.

　Whether it was the rain or her love juices,..., Phyllis' underwear was soaking wet, as if she had been bathed in a waterfall.

"It's an emergency...."

"Oh, ah ... it's an emergency ..., I don't blame you ...."

"Oh, of course I won't take my bottom off, so don't worry."

Phyllis only replies in a dazed, feverish way.

　She has no idea what, from her point of view, is so reassuring about not taking his bottom off. I'd rather you take it off. I want to see it.

　Phyllis heart beats fast.

　It's not the kind you get in wartime, the kind of heartbeat that beats against your brain.

　Her body is still and hot, and she can't help but cast a lust-filled gaze at Sota.

"...is something wrong?"

　Sota is oblivious.

　Without realising it, he is smiling that soft smile.

　The figure is too innocent - but the smile is too incendiary for Phyllis, the figure exposing his soft skin.

"Phyllis..."

　The words don't wait.

　The next thing Phyllis knew, she was pushing Sota body down.