Today, we had the house all to ourselves since Ester crossed the border to gain the favor of the guild so that our entire team could travel to Dredprism, my homeland.

Although I was born as Raiza Leiva, I don’t feel comfortable with that name; my name will always be Raiza Corddian, and my homeland will always be Dredprism.

But that doesn’t matter now; I’m in the border city of Cuencas in a vacation house.

I think I’ve never had a vacation in my entire life, so having time to sunbathe on the beach and explore a new city just for the simple pleasure of enjoying the atmosphere was something new to me.

What amused me the most was when, on the day we took Trevor’s children to the beach, two men approached me with lustful looks.

“Hey, beautiful woman, with that big hat and that skimpy swimsuit, it’s clear you’re a very sexy woman. Would you like to have some cocktails at the beach bar?”

I didn’t care about those men’s words, ignored them, and kept walking.

“So cold with us, sweetheart. Is that how you treat men who praise your beauty? Your parents must have raised you poorly.”

At that moment, I thought about hitting them, but Kharla confronted those men.

“Lady Victoria is not interested in such vulgar men. Get lost.”

The men got angry with Kharla; I think they intended to harm her, but then I used my bloodlust to intimidate them.

I suppose they weren't warriors because they were paralyzed instantly. Kharla took my hand and led me away from those guys. I think she didn’t notice my little help, and I whispered in her ear:

“Thanks, Kharla.”

...

I was telling that story to Chizze, who was wearing the T-shirt we bought on the beaches of Cuencas; that was the souvenir we brought back for her and Ester.

As I mentioned at the beginning, we had the house to ourselves and were telling stories while drinking wine. I wanted to tell Chizze how Kharla defended me from those vulgar men, omitting the part where I helped her.

“That’s nothing. Chizze would have torn those men to pieces,” said Chizze, already a bit drunk.

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“Hey, Chizze, are you in heat? Because I’ve noticed you’re more restless around Ester.” Kharla almost spat out her wine when I said that.

“Lady Raiza, don’t talk about those things.” Kharla said, her face red, but Chizze was very calm.

“Chizze doesn’t mind talking about it. If the master doesn’t mind either, what do you want to know?”

Kharla was blushing, but she was listening to our conversation intently.

“You know, when we came back from the beach, I noticed the smell in the house; it was filled with your pheromones. I guess Kharla didn’t notice the difference from your usual scent, but I did. Tell me, how was your first time?”

Chizze drank a bit more wine and answered my question: “Well, it was a bit embarrassing for Chizze. We had our second date after doing a job for a vulgar woman with little clothing who looked at the master with predatory eyes, and Chizze felt threatened. So I dedicated myself to courting my master all night, and when we got home, the master was a bit more affectionate.”

Kharla thought, "She got her own master drunk to sleep with him," while I listened carefully to her story:

"Well, Chizze took the initiative to mate with the master. I laid him down and undressed him; once he was ready, Chizze jumped on top of him. I admit that Chizze was a bit nervous, but it didn’t hurt at first. After we finished, Chizze was satisfied, but the master wanted more. In a moment of weakness, he turned me face down, and Chizze was defenseless under the master's lust.

Once he was done, Chizze’s body was aching, but her pride hurt even more. The master isn’t even a warrior as such; Chizze couldn’t face the defeat, so the next day I got up to eat and regain my strength.

The master prepared some meat and a yellow drink that tasted very sweet. Once I regained my strength, it was time for Chizze’s revenge. I took the master and threw him onto the bed; this time, it would be me who wouldn’t let him sleep...

And well, I admit that his healing magic was very useful because I left his body covered in marks from my claws and teeth. No matter what I did, his body could withstand it, and, well, I only stopped when I saw the master unconscious on the bed, and Chizze felt she had regained her pride."

I couldn’t hold back my laughter anymore and started laughing out loud as I said, "No wonder he looked so disheveled when we got back; poor thing, I even feel a little sorry for him."

Kharla drank a lot of wine to endure Chizze's story and got so drunk that she fell asleep on the living room sofa. Doing these girly things from time to time is so much fun, even if it’s just the three of us... but I admit I would miss Ester a little...

Well, maybe I’d miss him a bit more if I could get drunk properly. Also, seeing my friends so drunk makes me wish that my body and that stupid hero's gift didn’t flush the alcohol out of my system so quickly.

Still, what I enjoyed most that night was spending time chatting with the two of them. I wonder when these beautiful moments will end...

I wonder if it's right to grow fond of the two of them. In the grand scheme of the war against the demon king, they are just pawns. Even I only see myself as a bishop: I can strike with superhuman strength and am practically immune to magic, but I can’t use magic at a sorcerer's level or boost my stats at will...

This only reminds me that, by my side, they will always be in danger. But I need companions for my journey. I hope these days never end, but if they ever do, I will remember them with much love...