Chapter 112: Bliss of Evening Siesta

The biggest commotion and gossip in the village today wasn’t about the discovery of a massive Orc camp or the rapidly shrinking safety zone of the forest.

No, the elves were obsessed with the sight of a naked half-elf’s body. It gave Eren a pretty big clue about just ne how seriously these people took things.

Aside from Emily and maybe twenty other serious elves who actually paid attention to reality, the rest were just too relaxed. It was like they had some strange, unshakable faith that the village would be saved no matter what happened.

Eren walked toward his house, the metal weapons he was dragging carving deep grooves into the dirt path. He tried to maintain a straight face while ignoring the elven women who were visibly gulping as he passed. Some of the men were outright laughing, pointing at his shredded clothes – or what was left of them.

Their mental and cultural wiring is just built different. In Istanbul, he would’ve been arrested for public indecency in five minutes. Here? He was just the local hero who happened to lose his shirt and pants in a fight. He felt like a bronze statue being inspected for flaws.

Right now, he didn’t care about cultural differences. He just wanted to get under hot water and stay there until he felt human again.

He hadn’t been able to go and kidnap Lyra since the bakery was too centrally located. Being a walking scandal was one thing, but dragging the village baker into his house while half-naked and covered in monster guts was a bit much even for him. He didn’t expect to find anyone at home either.

But against his expectations, he found someone sprawled out on the sofa taking an evening siesta.

Emily was lying in an awkward, upside-down position. Her hair, which she had trimmed twice since he arrived and now barely reached her shoulders, was scattered everywhere like a golden mess. One of her hands rested protectively on her bare stomach while the other dangled down toward the stone floor.

Eren smiled. He remembered all the times she had lectured him about the disciplined motto she learned from her mother and stepfather. She used to spend hours talking about the absolute importance of hunting outside until you were completely exhausted.

Look at you now, Ms. Disciplined Hunter…

He left the pile of bloody weapons outside the door with a heavy thud and stepped inside, closing the door as quietly as he could.

Because of his massive frame and high stats, he had to be careful where he stepped. He avoided the creaky wooden boards in front of the bedroom door and moved with a grace he didn’t know he possessed. He reached into his stash of Earth clothes and picked out the last clean set with two fingers.

He looked at the small bathroom door. He knew he was addicted to Earth in many ways. Even for simple things like clothes or weapons, this tiny village had already fallen into a crippled state.

This place would never be as safe or organized as even the simplest apartment in Istanbul without spending an insane amount of time or resources. He thought about the pharmacy back home. A simple box of painkillers or a tube of antibiotic cream from the local Eczane would be worth their weight in gold here.

If the Orcs and that damn dragon hadn’t appeared, raising a child in this village would still be a nightmare.

He spent at least twenty minutes under the hot water, scrubbing every inch of his skin. The grime under his toenails was particularly stubborn. It was a mix of swamp mud and dried monster blood that had gone in so deep he had to pull out the heavy-duty nail clippers he’d brought from Earth.

In this universe, people with high physical stats had tough nails, though not quite as crazy as his. Usually, the solution for elves was using a nail-knife heated over a flame until it was glowing red.

Eren’s nails were so hard and durable now that the metal of the clippers actually started to bend. He had to use an incredible amount of finger strength, pushing until his knuckles turned white.

If I push any harder, I’m going to snap this thing in half.

The tips of his nails ended up splintering rather than clipping cleanly, but he managed to file them down into something manageable. He wasn’t going to complain. He still remembered the first time he saw Emily heating that blade until it was glowing red just to trim her own nails.

I still get the shivers just thinking about that glowing blade near my toes. No thanks.

He finished dressing and walked into the living room, smelling like the cheap shampoo he had brought from the other side. It was a strange, satisfying feeling to look at Emily. She looked so innocent and sweet while sleeping, yet he knew she was capable of doing incredibly primal things in the middle of blood and fire.

It still felt unreal. How did a guy like him end up with a woman like her?

No way this was supposed to be my life. But I’m here and honestly I wouldn’t trade it for my old job.

He felt like he’d achieved some legendary quest. He had successfully tamed a beautiful, wild animal and made this fantastic universe his own home.

The scene was too comfortable to ignore. He felt a surge of jealousy for her sleep, so he carefully slid onto the sofa and pulled her into his arms.

Emily’s eyes fluttered open for a split second. She noticed him and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face into his chest with a soft, content mumble. He pulled the thin blanket over both of them and drifted into a quick nap.

Emily’s leg somehow ended up over his waist during the nap, her thigh pressing down with surprising weight. It was her way of making it very clear that resting around her was more of a suggestion than an actual outcome.

Hı hı. I’m totally resting, amazing sleep…

He shifted slightly to get comfortable but her grip tightened almost instantly. Her fingers dug into his back as if she feared he would vanish back through the bathroom door if she let go.

God, I love her…

Her smell hit him harder now. It was a mix of her natural scent and something sweet that didn’t exist back on Earth, and it dragged his thoughts in a direction that had nothing to do with sleep anymore.

He stopped moving completely. He knew exactly what would happen if she woke up fully in this state. And yeah, that wouldn’t end with more sleeping.

I’m 100% getting punished later for something I didn’t even do yet…

His hands subconsciously moved to trace her curves even as he drifted off. His lower body remained stubbornly erect throughout the nap, but overall, it was a peaceful, warm evening.

When Eren woke up hours later, he found himself in the bedroom. Three different women were wrapped around him from three different sides, all sleeping soundly. He smiled at the ceiling.

This is the life!!!

This planet is dangerous as hell but I really love Aradne and the Evon Universe.

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