“He was a…” Lily sighed. “He was a hero to me.”

“Oh?” Bailey remarked with interest. Tina also paid more attention to her, with intrigue present on her face.

“Don't you guys feel the same way?” She asked. “He let us stay with him, no charge other than being a part of his guild.”

“So the guy let us stay with him and suddenly he's a hero? It was give and take. We help him out and we have a roof over our head.” Tina said, somewhat perturbed by the idea of calling him a hero.

Lily leaned back in her chair and stretched her arms with some cracking being heard. The alcohol clearly left her feeling more limber.

“Come on Tina, we barely do anything in this parish. How many other guys would let us stay with them essentially free of charge, hunt food for us and even cook us without wanting anything weird or gross out of us?”

“Ugh, I guess you're right about that. But I'd hesitate to call him a hero, he was just a weirdo.”

“Weirdo? Weren't you the one who called that weirdo your older brother?”

“Who says he can't be both? He was a brother but I just couldn't get what was going through that dumbass’s head sometimes.”

“C-come on he wasn't that bad,” Lily argued.

“Really?”

“Really?”

Both other women responded.

“Don't you remember the time he mud wrestled with Tina?” Bailey asked.

“Wha- Come on we were both hot and wanted to spar! There was nothing weird about that! What about the time he was testing some of those poisons you were synthesising?” Tina said, defending the decision.

“I needed a human test subject and he was sturdy enough, plus, we had a few curing potions at the time so it wasn't like he was trying to kill himself!” She clapped back with blushed cheeks.

Lily groaned, the memories coming back to her. He leaned back forward and wore a straight face.

“Even then, so what? He's a hero to me damnit!” She said with tears forming in her eyes. She brought her head down to the table and started sniffling.

The other two piped down and brought their chairs closer to Lily.

“I-I-I miss him.” Lily cried while being comforted by her sisters.

“Fuck, stop getting all sappy,” Tina responded with tears in her eyes, patting Lily's back. “Bastard's probably laughing at us from heaven.”

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“Then let him laugh!” Bailey responded as she hugged the both of them.

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As Tibaut rested in his room, he stank of sweat. He could have showered but he honestly didn't have the energy to do anything other than rest.

As he stared at his ceiling slowly fading away his mind pictured a certain pink-haired woman.

“Hmm. I hope she's having fun.” As his eyes started to close he heard a knock at the door. He contemplated opening it but there was another knock.

“Shit,” He said as he rolled out of bed. He fell to the floor and quickly got up. “It might be Elizabe-”

As he opened the door he saw that it wasn't Elizabeth but Vanessa standing with some light armour in her hands. Very familiar light armour at that. Worryingly familiar.

She threw it at him and ducked down with the grace of a world heavyweight champion before delivering a blow to his knee, sending him to the floor. For a woman of her size, she hit surprisingly hard.

“Ow, what…” Ah, that's where he recognised this armour. It was his.

Uh-oh.

He held his hands up and tried bargaining with her. “Come, Vanessa, you have to trust this time it wasn't my fau-”

Vanessa grabbed his arm and got a good look at it. Her scowl softened and she moved his armour out of the way before jumping a few feet into the air and landing on his lap.

(“Lord, please give me strength!”) Tibaut begged internally, praying a certain part of him wouldn't get any funny ideas from her soft derriere resting against him.

“You impotent or something, Mr. Medium-Sized? (Phew, I can still do stuff like this without feeling too awkward.)” She asked.

“Medium!? (Shit don't tell me this is considered medium in this world. You've got to be shitting me! I was pretty proud of it in the last world, too…)” He exclaimed in disbelief.

“Or maybe I should call you Mister Small? That'd be fitting for a guy that's too stupid to wear the armour, his wonderful… friend gave him.”

(“Why'd she pause for a second there?”)

Noticing his gaze she grinded against his lap to try and shift the topic.

“Gah, what the!?”

“But you're doing well.” She said.

“Huh?” Tibaut looked at his arms and flexed them for a moment. “Huh, was I this big before I came back from Lochmull?” He asked.

“Yeah, you were.” She felt his arm and nodded her head. “Given what happened to you guys I'm surprised you came back looking better than you left. Also, you seem like a real playboy.” She said before she started grinding against him again.

“I give, I give Vanessa get off me!” He begged.

Seeing his desperate face, she relented and got off him. She realised her desire to prove she could do these sorts of interactions with him may have caused her to go too far in the opposite direction.

“(D-Did I really just do that? I mean I tapped his dick a few times but, no, Vanessa this is just friendly teasing, it doesn't show you what you want to do with him.) So you've now sunk your flesh into demons. Yet little old me was a step too far. Am I too short for you? Maybe too old?” She asked.

“Nothing of the sort happened, they just thought it was fun to mess with me, just like you. It was no different.”

“Oh, so they were just messing with ya. Wait, are you calling me a demon?”

“A succubus at that.” He bluntly stated.

“Hoh, well then I better deliver," she said as she reached for his pants.

She reached for it but he didn't react. She slowly looked to his face, to see him glaring right back at her.