A Hero Saves With Her Body - Chapter 84

It was Rosé’s turn again. Oh, what should she do now? Should she even say these words? With a sudden feeling of warmth, Rosé flipped the hood of her cloak and said,

“In fact, I want to acquire Elion’s abilities too.”

Elion’s mouth gaped open. Rosé pulled the corners of her mouth back and silently celebrated her success. Where would you find a man who isn’t surprised when they hear a woman say they want to sleep with them so openly?

Now it was Elion’s turn.

“I…”

But then it happened. The dirt floor surged upwards. It was a demon. It had followed them all the way here, following their voices.

“Elion! Quickly!”

Rosé shouted while pressing against the door. Elion wiped his face in a manner not befitting the tense situation and spoke in a very soft voice.

“In truth, through shared sight, I have seen the lady’s n*ked body. It wasn’t intentional, but I apologize.”

Rosé’s eyes and mouth widened. It was truly an unexpected confession.

Thud thud thud!

As the ground sank and the demon revealed its head, the door opened.

“Miss!”

“Ah, yes, yes!”

Rosé, who had been standing there blankly, followed Elion into the room belatedly.

The giant mole rushed in belatedly by digging through the earth but soon got stuck as the door closed with only its snout wedged in.

Creak, crunch. The mole that had been howling in pain finally pulled back its face. At the same time, the door closed completely with a loud thud.

“Haah, haah. That was close.”

“It’s fortunate that the door opened.”

“Yes, truly fortunate…”

The gazes of the two, who were catching their breath, met. Rosé quickly turned her head for a moment. Elion also slowly shifted his gaze to the side.

“I, I think it was really a true confession.”

“I’m sorry. At that time, without knowing if you were undressing and standing in front of the mirror…”

“I-It’s okay. You don’t need to explain.”

After her br*asts grew larger, Rosé often found herself looking into the mirror n*ked. Having acquired a tremendous figure, there would be no transmigrators who wouldn’t do so.

Of course, she never thought Elion would use ‘shared sight.’

— The guardian can share the lady’s sight to provide advice.

Although she had heard such an explanation, she never thought he would use it while in the same house. Wait a minute. Then why did he use it in the first place?

Rosé’s eyes dimmed as she looked at Elion. It seemed like she might need to confirm that damned hidden f*tish someday.

But for now, let’s put that aside.

“Elion, what’s in front of us?”

In the middle of the room, shimmering with red magic stones, a flat teapot-like object made of gold was placed. It was intricately adorned with flower and butterfly patterns.

“Elion, do you see that too?”

Rosé pointed to the letters engraved on the object. The glossy black letters were shimmering.

But they gradually became blurred. A voice echoed in her ears.

Come closer.

Come closer and touch it.

Quickly.

Rub it.

Rub it. Quickly!

Following that voice, Rosé’s feet moved. Despite knowing she shouldn’t get closer, her body did not resist.

“Miss! What are you doing right now…!”

“Elion, look. There are letters on it.”

Rub it three times. Your wish will be granted.

Rub it three times.

Wish.

We will grant your wish.

Do you want us to grant your wish?

“Miss!”

It was when the helpless Elion grabbed Rosé’s shoulders.

Never let go!

He cannot grant your wish!

Rub it!

Quickly!

Make a wish!

Sharp voices echoed in her ears. With her head feeling like it would split, Rosé, with a deeply furrowed brow, shouted as she clutched the teapot to her chest.

“Since Elion can’t help me anyway! So I will…!”

Elion stiffened at Rosé’s next words.

I’ll go home with this.

In the meantime, Rosé quickly rubbed the teapot three times. Black smoke emanated from the spout. As Rosé inhaled the smoke, her eyes gradually became hazy.

“Miss!”

In a split second, Elion embraced the unconscious Rosé. Then, the ground vibrated heavily again. Strong magic enveloped the two.

This time it wasn’t some mole. Elion looked up at the ceiling.

It was a Quamad.

* * *

Rub it three times. Your wish will be granted.

“I want to go back home! Please send me back to where I originally belonged!”

Rosé shouted loudly in the pitch-darkness. Her obsession wasn’t solely due to the powerful magic or the demon’s hypnosis.

It was a heartfelt wish. Rosé wanted to go back home.

Not to the Blue Rock, but to the small rented room where her belongings, with all her handprints, were kept.

Your wish will be granted.

A strange voice that seemed neither male nor female echoed in her ears. Darkness rushed out like a white light beam.

Blinded by the dazzling light, Rosé tightly shut her eyes. And when she opened them again, she had turned into a child.

From then on, Rosé’s consciousness was confined to that small body. Her mouth opened involuntarily, and her feet moved on their own.

“Daddy?”

Rosé blinked and looked at the man in front of her. When the sky darkened, her father sometimes wore a sad expression.

He faintly smiled at Rosé.

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet.”

In her hand was a straw doll he had made for her before. Holding it like a treasure, she moved her hesitant lips.

“I want to go back home.”

To ensure she didn’t sound childish, she pronounced each word as clearly as possible. She didn’t want to appear as a mischievous child to her sad father.

He reached out his hand to Rosé and smiled without saying anything. So you want to go back. Now, just by her father’s expression alone, Rosé could understand his feelings.

In her father’s embrace, Rosé leaned against his chest like a whimpering puppy.

Despite her resolution not to act out, within his arms, she easily turned into an infant once again.

He chuckled, tickling Rosé’s chubby cheek. Rosé held onto his waist tightly, afraid her father would leave somewhere.

“What happened today?”

Rosé buried her head in his chest like a monkey clinging to a tree. Her lips moved slowly against his shirt.

“They say you can make a wish if you climb to the top.”

“Where have I heard that before?”

“People said it when I went to the lake to fetch water…”

He sighed softly, gently pinching Rosé’s cheek.

“I told you not to talk to people.”

“Dad, no.”

“You’ll do it again. No, you won’t.”

“No, Dad!”

Rosé, with her cheek now released, glared at her father with fern-like hands.

He poked Rosé’s blushing cheek with his finger.

“People are dangerous. Especially here.”

“Tch…”

Rosé puffed up her cheeks in frustration.

Her father always said, ‘People are dangerous. Run away if you encounter them. Don’t trust people. They will hurt you.’

But does he know? Occasionally when he left Rosé alone and went somewhere, she too could distance herself and go somewhere else.

She secretly met people without her father’s knowledge and sometimes listened to their conversations. Just like today at the lake.

A group of men and women were talking about the top. A world far beyond Rosé’s knowledge.

They said that when they reached the top, they could make one wish. Some wanted to revive their deceased wife, some wanted to become nobility and climb up there.

So what wish would her father want to make? Rosé reached out her chubby arms like a little hamster and brushed her father’s nose. His dark eyes turned towards her.

“People say Dad wished for peace.”

What she heard from the people was not just what they wanted for themselves. They talked about her father. Quite often, and quite a few people talked about her father.

The slightly darkened purple swayed in the moonlight. The more curious she became about her father, the more he seemed to wear a sad expression.

Rosé lightly touched his left cheek as if she was doodling on it, and said,

“But I… I wish for Daddy to come home.”

Soon, a large hand enveloped her delicate back. He held Rosé in his arms and clung to her small shoulders.

A slight tremor could be felt in his small hands. Her father was crying. Rosé felt like she was about to burst into tears too.

He didn’t ask, but if he had asked Rosé what her wish was, she would have answered as if it were obvious,

“I want to go home with Dad.”

Rosé hugged her father tightly with her small arms. It felt like someone was watching over her in the darkness.

Rosé closed her eyes, thinking it was a monster tormenting her father. She kept them shut until her father’s trembling stopped. Then, a voice came this time.

“I will grant your wish.”

The voice was so sweet that it melted Rosé’s heart. Like a drop of water falling on calm water creating ripples, the voice echoed far and wide. Her ears felt stuffy, as if she was sinking deep beneath the surface of calm waters.

Let’s make a wish that can make your father happy. Let’s leave this place and go back home with your father.

Miss!

But just as Rosé was about to speak, a desperate voice intruded from the ripples.

Her ears cleared up as the familiar voice became vivid, and the sensation returned to her fingertips and toes.

Miss!

It was a familiar voice. Rosé opened her eyes that she had been keeping shut. The first thing that came into view was a man running towards her. Behind him, a bluish smoke was visible.

In that moment of confrontation, Rosé could recognize that it was the monster that had been watching over her.

Lamp Smoke (A-Tier)

Characteristics: Quamad of Lamp and 40 Thieves. Living inside the lamp shows illusions to those who touch it and leads them to death.

Appearance: Bluish smoke.

g*nitalia: Male reproductive organs. Very light gray. Very thin veins. Very small t*sticles. Very weak output. Very flexible. Very low rigidity.

Average Monthly ej*culation Frequency: 0 times

Pubic Hair: None

Reward: Sociability 5 Etiquette 6

Hidden f*tish: Imaginary Pregnancy

A large hand wrapped around her waist, dripping blood from fighting the monster.

Only then could Rosé properly confirm the man’s face. Amidst the confusion, his deep eyes stood out clearly.

Caressing his cheek, Rosé muttered unconsciously,

“Dad…?”

But her voice was quickly buried in the vibrating ground tremors. The unfamiliar man approached her face closely.

Their breaths mingled, causing feathers to flutter. He spoke softly in front of her lips as if making a confession in front of God.

“I’m sorry, Miss.”

Ah, Elion.

As soon as she recognized the man in front of her, something soft touched her lips unexpectedly. Without realizing it, Rosé closed her eyes and hugged the man’s shoulders.

What she had wished for was here.