>>3355870
>> "His pay is generous. But that's when he's alive."
He also pays for my health insurance and child support.

>>3355870
> "His pay is generous. But that's when he's alive."

>>3355884
This

>>3355870

> "For battle. It's my purpose as the demon king's final guard and knight."

>>3355884
>>3355920
>>3355928

"His pay is generous, and he also provides health insurance and child support. But that's when he's alive," you joked, getting a chuckle out of yourself.

"This isn't the time to jest. Let us through or we will have to take undesirable measures, fiend!" the hero demanded; Luther, a young noble, you heard from the countless conferences between your lord's generals.

Your vision wanders toward the wizard girl, hidden on your beak-like visor. She senses your gaze, holding up her staff in reaction to its foreboding feel. Such little actions somehow hurt you. Not in a physical sense, but in your heart. Emotionally, you would say? It's weird and indescribable.

Lost in your own detached land of time, you keep on looking at the girl. It doesn't help her view of you, a bead of sweat dripping on the side of her cheek. Her eyes are common, dark brown, skin slightly tanned from her journey. You can even see a minor tan line on her chest, where her robe ascends and descends as she breathes heavily. The girl's hair nothing special, it too painted in the same hazel color. However, it seems soft. Softer than the party's priest who must be from a high birth; blonde hair, blue eyes, and all that indicates nobility. The same for Luther.

Then, you finally get it. The realization makes your heart drop into your stomach with excitement. "I'll be honest. I do not want things to get messy as well. But fighting is a core aspect of this war. No, it's unremovable, like how bees need a flower...pollination. A new beginning in a cycle." As you go on, the heroes, Luther, the priest, the female ranger, and the wizard girl, ready themselves. You do not get in a stance, though. "Listen. Everything always has a price, hero."

"Then I will pay it! For the peace of my kingdom!" he proclaimed.

You nod. "Then," raising a finger, you point at your target, "give me her, as my bride."

> Wait for a response from the heroes' party.
> Abduct the wizard girl.
> Engage the party.
> Write-in

>>3355958
>Wait for a response from the heroes' party.

>>3355958
>Wait for a response from the heroes' party
Was the title meant to read like it belonged to a light novel?

>>3355981
Yeah. And I just noticed my misspell.

>>3355958
>Wait for a response from the heroes' party.
>Prepare your feelings for the inevitable rejection from both the hero and the wizard.

>>3355975
>>3355981
>>3356050

Each and every one of them widens their eyes, expecting that they've heard wrong. But under a long silence, the request settles in their brains and a wave of uncomfortable, undisputed ambiance joins the stage. The wizard girl, whom you want as your lover, is more affected than the others. Her face slowly glows pink out of embarrassment. You, too, are flustered, but years of stoicism has helped you maintain an uncracked facade. Although, it doesn't unwind your need to scream out.

"I-I don't trust you! What are you going to do with Lizzy?!" Luther questioned, recomposing himself. The ranger and priest follow in his efforted restoration of the soul, steeling themselves. The last member is left in a disarray.

> "Uh. W-What couples do, I suppose?..."
> "Nothing bad. Her petite body is just my type."
> Engage the party.
> Abduct the wizard girl.
> Write-in

>>3356073
>> "Nothing bad. Her petite body is just my type."

>>3356073
>"...I am going to COURT HER! (thunder crashes)

>>3356073
>Uh. W-What couples do, I suppose?..."
A knight getting flustered in his heavy armor sounds cute

Rolled 1 (1d3)

>>3356086
>>3356099
>>3356149

>>3356179

"Nothing bad. Her petite body is just my type."

"Really now?" the ranger says; an elf, her ears poking through her lightly green-tinged locks, "A big guy like you would be too much for Lizzy to handle. Especially in bed."

Both the priest and wizard turned to the elf, seemingly weak to talks about intercourse. Your neck sways a centimeter to the left out of distress. Sure, sex isn't alien to you. You've had a succubus girl here and there to satisfy your manly desires, but the relationship you aim to have with the Lizzy girl is to be complete. Wholesome, you'd add in order to drive the point across.

Sensing that the state of the party isn't suited to confront the demon king's castle, Luther gathers his companions for a quick talk. It was more of a reason to give the elf ranger a lifeline from the raging, yet delicate spellcasters; "Irie!" they'd address to the ranger, scolding her to be more proper about intimate activities. Mostly from the priest whose occupation is founded on purity.

> Stay where you are.
> Eavesdrop on their conversation.
> Write-in

>>3356217
>> Write-in
>Try to remember how this whole "Courtship" thing was supposed to work. Are we supposed to inform her father about our intention to marry her? Do we have to pay her father for the right to marry her, or is he? And could someone remind us what a dowry is, exactly?

>>3356217
Yell, I'm going to be gentle!

>>3356226
Support

>>3356226
>>3356265
>>3356310

A shard of unaccounted information makes itself known to you in secret. What about dowries? Are you suppose to pay her father? Or is he to pay you instead? Do you need to tell her father?! You don't even know her father! To save yourself from the intangible hulk that's drilling the complicated worries of courtship, you yell, "I'd be gentle!" to the temporarily leaving party. It only quickens the pace by which they move.

Soon, they come back. The hero, Luther, brandishes his sword again, but the other three stay back. "A duel. If I win, Lizzy is to remain with us. If you do... Lizzy is yours."

> Agree
> Deny
> Sucker-punch the hero.
> Make way for Lizzy.
> Write-in

>>3356099
This

>>3356337
>> Agree
>Approach Lizzie
>"Dear Lizzie, may I request a token of your favor? Perhaps a lock of your hair, or a bead from your shawl?"

>>3356351
Way too late, dude...

>>3356360
Support

>>3356337
>Deny
>The duel will be 3v1, otherwise, there's no point.

Okay OP, you have a boner for that LN, I get it.

>>3356337
>Deny
No. Give her to me and you'll pass freely. This is my only offer.

Going to sleep.

>>3356369
I don't understand. Can't recall any LNs that are similar. The only one I can relate to is that gargoyle one, but I'd like to know about the other that you had in mind.

>>3356337
>> Agree

>>3356380
https://www.novelupdates.com/series/yuusha-party-no-kawaii-ko-ga-ita-no-de-kokuhaku-shite/

>>3356406
Neat. Guess I'll check it out. Thanks!

>>3356337
> Agree

On your honor, SIR Knight.

Really stress that honor and sir part.

>>3356337
>Deny

>>3356360
Support.

Also inquire about the rules, assuming killing the hero would be frowned upon, so is it to first to draw blood, or a certain number of hits?

wait quick question so the protagonist is artorias?

>>3356532
Agreed, we shouldn't start our relationship by killing her friends, that would be kinda bad

>>3356337
>Deny with:

"It is a simple trade, Luther of the Lance. It is the same if you payed off a town guard to let you into a tyrant's city. If nothing else, I would simply kill you all and whisk her away, though that is what my dear lord told me not to do for people. 'If you kill their friends and family, they will come back with vengeance. Instead you inslave the whole family.'"

>>3356337
> Deny
>I thought abou this and I come to realisation that should firstly contact her parents or other relatives in pursuit of her. Do you have way to contact them so it could be arranged?

>>3356541
Just a pick for the op. MC's appearance is up to your own anons' interpretation. Also starting up soon.

>>3356337
>Deny
"We're civilized people here, please."

Rolled 2 (1d2)

>>3356360
>>3356366
>>3356391
>>3356434
>>3356532
>>3356555

>>3356369
>>3356374
>>3356490
>>3356649
>>3356752
>>3357323

coin flip

>>3357341

"It isn't a difficult trade, Luther of the sword. It is the same as paying off a town guard to let you into a tyrant's city. If nothing else, I would simply kill you all and whisk her away. Though, that is what my Lord told me not to do for people. 'If you kill their friends and family, they will come back with vengeance. Instead, you enslave the whole family.' "

"But Lizzy isn't some town guard. She's our friend!" Luther said sharply. Besides, paying off someone with money is different than trading a companion!"

To slacken the unused weight on your arms, you pin your greatsword into the ground. "I'll have to deny you, O hero. What I'm doing here has never been done before: an easy passage for an easy price. Please, keep civilized and think this through."

"Still. There's nothing civilized about sacrificing someone for the sake of one's goals."

"Then that's foolish," you argued. "Naive views like yours make crestfallen men! Does your king trouble over every dead soldier? No. He gives an acknowledgment for those who are lost and moves on with the strife."

Luther, provoked by your criticism that questions his own heroism, gets his tongue tied while thinking of a refute. "I cannot offer her. It's wrong," his articulation distracted.

Your masked expression looks down on him with disappointment. At a moment like this, where you're influenced by your whimsical love for that wizard girl, emotions steeped in passion extends to negativity as well. Disappointment and being unable to comprehend his train of thought. "Give her to me, and I'll let you through freely. That is my only offer."

At your utterance, and knowing that you won't strike him with dishonor, Luther lowers his sword. His eyes glance over to his party, seeking an answer from them.

"What's the point of negotiating with a demon! Just fight him!" Irie the elven ranger said with annoyance. "There's no reason we should lose a powerful member of our team for us to pass the gate. Especially when we're going to face the demon king."

"Irie, don't be quick to shoot. We have talked with local demons before. If he's willing to settle things peacefully, albeit quite suspiciously, then we have to comply to avoid tiring ourselves before the final fight," the priest says to quell the elf's simple mind. "Lizzy, your thoughts?"

The wizard girl perks up. Prompted, she inspects you from afar, as if she can identify your intentions. An idea must've come to her because, a second later, she ushers in her team to explain some sort of plan.

After their abrupt conference, Luther approaches you with due caution. "Gatekeeper."

"It's Ulysses," you correct.

"Well, Ulysses... We'll yield to your demand and let you have Lizzy." The voice of the young man was hesitant, yet coated in casual elegance. Turning a shoulder to look behind himself, he then beckons the wizard girl who isn't any content with the fact of her relinquishment.

Now we are going to have to save her friends feom the demon king won't we?

>>3357395

Looking down at the girl, you tense your muscles to be like an unmoveable statue. She freezes up as well, fearing misfortune if she breaks your gaze. The harmonious, or maybe destructive syncing of your line of sight is short-lived, as you remember your end of the deal. And without delay, you activate the gate's apparatus with a small key that presided in your pocket.

Nervously, the remaining three walk past you and their comrade, the gate closing up once they have fully entered the site of your lord's castle. Her friends' worry comes back to haunt her instead, for her countenance begins to devolve into a fearing mess that dares makes its presence from her.

> Touch her cheek.
> Lift her wizard's cap.
> Ask about her family.
> Usher her to sit with you. On the ground that is.
> Write-in

>>3357395
...uh, do you have more to post, or should we post suggestions now?

>>3357427
>> Usher her to sit with you. On the ground that is.

>>3357427
> Touch her cheek.

>>3357427
> Usher her to sit with you. On the ground that is.

No touching yet

>>3357427
>get on one knee
Dearest Elizabeth, pardon my selfishness earlier. I only wish to court you, but it seems my countenance might have been a bit too intimidating. I only wish to know you better. Already my heart yearns for your affections.

>>3357427
>Bow in respect.
>"An honor to have your hand, m'lady. I confess I am glad we came to an understanding, for this is quite new to me. You shall be well care for until the end of your days. I believe this is the part where we learn of each other?"

> Usher her to sit with you. On the ground that is.

>>3357427
>> Usher her to sit with you. On the ground that is.

don't worry, I'm sure your friends will be fine, if anything should happen to them I can assist, if that would make you happy."

>>3357427
> Usher her to sit with you. On the ground that is.

>>3357435
>>3357442
>>3357457
>>3357491

Dropping to the ground, you hang one arm upon your propped-up sword and usher Lizzy to sit with you. She abides by your suggestion, taking a seat to your left.

"Don't worry. I'm sure your friends will be fine," you say to comfort her. But you only get a singular nod out of it, gauging your relations in a bad light. Nevertheless, you retain a desire to mold this start of a blooming love into a flowering result. The means, though, are hard enough as it is; starting with a meek utterance: "Pardon the selfishness of my actions. I only wish to court you, but the tone that I set myself seemed to sway your impression. I apologize."

"I-It's okay," the wizard girl replied.

> "This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."
> "Got any family that I need to know of?"
> "Your journey is tough, isn't it? Fighting the demon king's generals and traversing perilous lands. Today is your lucky day, right?"
> Write-In

>>3357586
> "Got any family that I need to know of?"

>>3357586
>"This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357586
>"This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357586
>This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357586
>your journey was perilous I assume, battling your way here
> "This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357586
"Are you worried about them? We can try to see them after this."

> "This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357586
> "This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357586
> "This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends."

>>3357591
>>3357594
>>3357596
>>3357603
>>3357623
>>3357639
>>3357655

"This is quite new to me, you know. Nonetheless, I promise utmost care till the end of your days; to which, I hope it never ends." Your attempts at being romantic doesn't compliment much of your appearance. A knight expressing his feelings to a woman who he just met. A human, to note, an eccentric choice for a bride within your race. More than ever since the start of the war.

Not wanting the air to become stale, you take the initiative and try to know her better. Her likes, dislikes, and more about herself that a singular meeting couldn't supply. "H-Honeydew," she answers, sharing her favorite fruit.

"Melon, I see. Say, what made you want to be a wizard?"

"That's hard to convey... My sister, I suppose? She's one as well, and is most of my family."

"No parents? Can't imagine how a person would do without a father or mother. But your sister's filling that gap, ain't she?"

"Y-Yeah..." Without warning, Lizzy points the superior end of her staff, a blue stone decorating the tip. "Sleep!" she cast, funny drowsiness clouding your mind.

> Try to resist her spell's effect.
> Grab onto her.
> Sleep. It's too hard to think.
> Write-in

>>3357674
> Try to resist her spell's effect.

>>3357667
>Resist
"I expected no less of you. I do like it that you are brave to try such a trick though. You forget however that I have all my health though so Sleep doesn't work, which is a rookie mistake."

"Never the less, I say you had no other method of escape as I would have chased you if you teleported. In any case, we will be leaving for the material realm. No reason to stay when your friends will likely come back to rescue you."

>>3357676
>> Sleep. It's too hard to think.

>>3357676
> Try to resist her spell's effect.

>>3357676
> Try to resist her spell's effect.

"You want to gonafter them to help or just get away from me? If its the former I can help you too, I wouldn't want the demon king getting between us, and I already betrayed him by letting your friends pass."

>>3357676
> Sleep. It's too hard to think.

okay, I know what you're thinking, but hear me out:

We Pepe le Pew it. It'll be hilarious.

>>3357691
Why would we want to emulate what already happens to us in real life?

>>3357676
>> Try to resist her spell's effect.
>> Grab onto her.

>>3357699
??

>>3357689
I change form>>3357684
to this

>>3357710
He never gets the cat(the girl).

>>3357676
>Try to resist her spell's effect.
>"...that's not very nice..." Become sad.

>>3357728
Ah. Although to be fair, he kinda did later/post show. It was largely implied that it was the smell, not his affection that made her run.

>>3357678
>>3357681
>>3357685
>>3357689
>>3357706
>>3357716
>>3357733

Your free hand grasps at her wrist, making the staff drop and dispelling the cast entirely. What the wizard girl did jabs at your chest, but it's probably what she discussed before her friends left her. You only have yourself to blame for hoping that she'd ignore her own plan. Still, you are not going to give up. This Lizzy showed some fun on her face for a while. Too bad that she's quick to discard it.

"I expected no less from you, and your bravery to try this trick is admirable," you praised. The guttural in your voice makes it out as menacing on her end. Examining the discomfort in her visage, you continue to speak. "There are two things that you forgot to factor in, unfortunately: I have all my health, which is a rookie mistake if you're using such spell, and that a guard dog never sleeps." Letting her free, you watch as she hides in your shade, scared to pick up her staff again. "I say that you had no other method of escape, as I would've chased you if you teleported. In any case, we'll be leaving for the material realm. No reason to stay when your friends will likely come back to rescue you."

"Material realm?" she mumbles. While she's running circles in her head, you pull out your sword and sheathe it. Thereafter, you gather her and her stave into a princess carry. The constant flip in the atmosphere mood prolongs Lizzy's bewilderment.

> Travel to some forest.
> Another place you have in mind? Write-In

>>3357734
How long do you think we should keep the gag going if this wins? Like, do we purposely fail or let the dice decide?

>>3357782
Nevermind
>>3357778
> Another place you have in mind? Write-In

Visit her sister to pay the dowry? Should be shenanigans there.

>>3357778
Let's stay here, see how things go

>>3357778
To be honest I though the Demon Lord would be in his own dimension or something, since this is his last refuge.

What we could do is Panar Shift into say, the plane of Air or Plane of Fire. Im thinking air because it would be beautiful to show our girl, but we will see.

>>3357778
>Another place you have in mind? Write-In
A place of hellfire, our homeland. Meet our parents

>>3357793
Maybe we visit our bank in the Plane of Fire? I don't see why an immortal knight of the highest order would not have have an interdimensional bank.

>Plane of Fire, a trade town that I forget the name of.

>>3357827
I the plane of air or fire is dnd related, yes? Cause I have no knowledge about them.

>>3357793
This

>>3357793
Supporting that.

>>3357793
>>3357841
>>3357847

Writing.

>>3357852

"Lizzy, where does your sister live?"

Your soon-to-be bride snaps herself back into reality. "A-At a small town. Haybel," thinking to have no other choice, other than to talk.

"Haybel," you repeat. Name alone, it hints at a rich country-side with golden-rye fields.

Making a detour around the castle gates, you heave up a large rock that stored all of your pay. Three full chests of pure gold. Grabbing their chains, you tie all three of them around your back, heading off into the sunset right after.

Lizzy's mouse-like fear mellows down. "Isn't that heavy?" she asks.

"I've carried heavier. Dragons, elephants, giants. Many things that would cause an earthquake with but a stomp. A testament to my own strength..."

> "...dear."
> "...beloved."
> "...Liz."
> Write-in

>>3357877
>m’lady

(We can teleport behind u, surely? Don’t do it now though, no need to intimidate our severance pay further)

>>3357877
> "...dearest Elizabeth.”

Wait until we get to know her more before we make cute pet names for her.

>>3357877
>"...beloved Liz."

>>3357877
>"...dearest Elizabeth.”

>>3357877
> "...beloved."
> "...Liz."

>>3357907
+1

>>3357907
>>3357911
>>3357913

"...dearest Elizabeth." The hazel-haired girl reddens up for the third time, a cloud of steam levitating above her bashful person.

Night has arrived. Under the sea of stars, you fix a fire with tinder, adding a log once it grows to a sufficient size. Your post at the demon king's castle's gate can no longer be seen in the horizon. A greener part of the demon lands is where you are, purple grass layering the hills here and beyond.

Lizzy sits across from you, huddling near the burning pit for warmth A distinct tiredness can be seen on her face. A few hours before, she attempted to cast a fire spear at your body. But, by you, it had been dodged; merely by stepping to the right, it blasts the area where you've would've been burnt. A fierce reprove from you led to her current exhausted behavior.

> Offer some food.
> Shuffle near to her.
> Apologize for scolding her.
> Write-In

>>3357964
>Offer some food.

>>3357964

>Offer some food

>>3357964
>> Offer some food.

>>3357964
“Beautiful Elisabeth of relentless temper, you already know my heart’s desire. Pray, tell me yours. Aside from being rid of me, I shall endeavor to deliver it to your shapely feet.”

>>3357964
> Offer some food.
> Apologize for scolding her.

>>3358008
Gonna go with this.

>>3357968
>>3357991
>>3357994
>>3358015

"Here. Are you hungry?" offering a skewered fish. "Something to eat will help your mood. Take it."

"Thanks," Lizzy says. Taking the cooked fish from you, she scarfs it down. She asks for some water, drinking from your skin that you've filled-up along the way.

"Be careful with how fast you eat. You'll choke," you warn.

"Ah. Sorry. It's just... I don't know what to do now. My mind's on too much stuff." Locked onto the dancing fire, she phrases her troubles in varying degrees of comprehension, further needing elaboration for each reason. "The way we just left on that spot is baffling. My friends will think that I'm abducted. Worse: that I betrayed them."

> "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."
> "Things will be cleared up for anyone who doesn't have an idea. That is when we'll meet your sister."
> "Beautiful Elisabeth, pray, tell me your desire so I shall ease you into happiness. Anything, as I will deliver it to your shapely feet."
> Take her under your mantle.
> Write-In

>>3358039
> Take her under your mantle.
> "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."

>>3358039
>Take her under your mantle.
>> "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."

>>3358046
Seconding.
Can ask her for her desire afterwards.

>>3358046
+1

>>3358039
> Take her under your mantle.
> "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."

Are we OP enough to handle the trouble coming our way?

>>3358039
>> "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."

>>3358078
Believe in the power of love.

>>3358039

>> "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."

We'll have to get her sister's blessing and of her friends too, everyone knows you have to conquer the friends to conquer the heart

>>3358046
>>3358051
>>3358055
>>3358065
>>3358078
>>3358080
>>3358116

Moving closer to Lizzy, you take her under your mantle, the cloth wrapping around her body. "Oh. You don't have to. I'm not that cold."

"It's not about the night's touch, dearest," smiling under your helm. "Pay your worries no mind. It is I who's going to deal with the consequences. Your friends will, no doubt, understand our development. My comrades, on the other hand, would hunt me down if news spreads about our love."

"Comrades? Do you mean about the demon king's generals?"

"Yup. And the last I've heard, they're still alive; howbeit, recovering after your bouts with them. The most that I'm concerned with is Agarma. She and I haven't been the best of brothers-in-arms."

"Agarma? Is it possible that she wields a mace among the four generals? And a suit of armor like yours, but exponentially thicker."

"That's her," you say, surprise painting your bride's pupils.

"General Agarma is a she, huh? Under that helmet, she sounds more like a man."

"She just doesn't like to show her feminine side. Put her in a dress, she'll put you in a casket."

> Go to sleep whilst keeping Lizzy at your side.
> Part a few feet away and go to sleep. Let Lizzy keep your mantle has a blanket for tonight.
> Hit on her. "Write-In"
> Tease her. "Write-In"
> Write-In

>>3358144
>> Part a few feet away and go to sleep. Let Lizzy keep your mantle has a blanket for tonight.

>>3358144
Let her keep the blanket and stand vigil through the night. She is our charge to protect now.

Guard dogs don’t sleep after all.

>>3358156
+1

>>3358156
this

>>3358144
If we're not in the material plane, then we must be in some demonic one? does that mean demons cannot be killed by conventional means?

>>3358144
>Part a few feet away and go to sleep. Let Lizzy keep your mantle has a blanket for tonight.

>>3358156
>>3358159
>>3358177

Writing.

>>3358177
Demons, as a race, are known for their strength and prowess but are fewer in number than humans. A ratio of 6:10 I'd say. Right now, you're journeying to the town of Haybel, which is in a different region from where you are right now. You could search for an alternate route, though, if you anons are willing.

To answer the question (but note that I don't much about the planes that you're talking about) the demon region is in the same plane as the humans'. Same for other races. As in, presently, you're in the material plane.

Please do say your thoughts on the matter, if something strikes a chord with any of you. Never went in-depth about race whereabouts and planes.

>>3358233

Uncaping yourself, you give Lizzy your mantle as a blanket for tonight. You assure her that it's alright to sleep with abandon, for you'll stand vigil through the evening and early morning hours. Your bride complies, curling up by the crude firepit of yours.

Lady luck spared you her hand. No beast assaulted your little camp, nor any natural dangers such as rain. Thinking that it's high time to resume your walk to Haybel, you gently wake Lizzy up.

She murmurs softly, rubbing the sand out of her eyes. Due to tossing around in her sleep, her hair is completely disheveled to the last strand. Lizzy didn't care much for it, as she just hid her unbecoming mane under her hat.

While you reset the chains of your treasure boxes to yourself, your bride nearly fell prey to slumber again. She isn't a morning person, it seems, keeping your mantle as some kind of cocoon.

> Splash water on her face.
> Carry her in a princess carry again.
> Write-In

>>3358256
> Carry her in a princess carry again.

>>3358256
>Carry her in a princess carry again.

>>3358256
>> Carry her in a princess carry again.

>>3358256
> Carry her in a princess carry again.

>>3358256
> Carry her in a princess carry again.
> Go over the few allies you could almost consider friends... who wouldn’t hunt us down to the ends of the world... who might make a pretty good best man.

>>3358286
ask her the same, who would she wish to be her bride's maids

>>3358256
> Carry her in a princess carry again.

>>3358286
>>3358290
Support

>>3358267
>>3358273
>>3358275
>>3358279
>>3358286
>>3358290
>>3358294
>>3358340

Picking Lizzy up, you carry her like a princess once more. Her numbed consciousness gradually puts itself together, your bride piping-up like a flute at the intimate position she's in again. You hush her with a finger to her lips, calming her down.

"There aren't many allies that I can consider as 'friends,' " you spoke, going over possible candidates for the best man. The thought of a wedding incites another episode of drunken confusion into your bride. However, at a steady pace, she's become relaxed around the type of talk that you discuss for the future, still apprehensive. "Actually, I can invite Chief Bolswine!"

"Who's he?" Lizzy inquired.

"A chief of an orc tribe. Despite his usual disposition, Bolswine is a good man. A faithful one too, as he's purely monogamous, a contrast from other orc chiefs. How about you, dearest? Is there anyone that you wish to be your bride's maids?"

"I-I have no clue. My sister could work. Maybe. There's also this barmaid that I know quite well."

"Hmm... We can work on that along our way," you suggest, forwarding the wedding talk.

> Roll 3d100s.
> dc over 40

Die rolls are best of three. If there are other ways that you anons want to roll, please speak.

Rolled 25 (1d100)

>>3358371

Rolled 86, 75, 54 = 215 (3d100)

>>3358371

>>3358371

Rolled 52 (1d100)

>>3358371
>Bolswine is a good man. A faithful one too, as he's purely monogamous, a contrast from other orc chiefs.

Based Orc

Rolled 28, 71, 10 = 109 (3d100)

>>3358371

Rolled 86, 13, 26 = 125 (3d100)

>>3358371

Rolled 21, 28, 53 = 102 (3d100)

>>3358371
Bolswine sounds like a top lad.

Rolled 48, 57, 39 = 144 (3d100)

>>3358371

>>3358388
>>3358406
>>3358414
> 215: 86, 75, 54
> dc. over 40

A week and a half go by. You and Lizzy have long departed from the barren domain of the demon lord and into the land of humans, dwarves, and elves; territories ruled by other races of their own conflicts, but problems lesser than the current war that your, now previous, lord began. Hopefully, the demon king should be defeated by now, Lizzy's friends returning in the same way you did.

The path that you took has unified into a cleaner dirt road. Soon, fields of grain are witnessed in the country, your bride saying: "There, that's Haybel," upon the scene of a small town. Certainly, the land has changed from a dreary plain, purple hills, a red canyon, to here.

Suddenly, you stop. "How should I proceed?" you said with a tone unsuitable. Showing yourself to your bride's family, let alone her townsfolk is... nerve-racking.

"I think it'll be fine if you just act normally. But normal's too vague, is it?" Lizzy responded, hugging your leg as she stands with you.

> Enter town as is. As a normal couple.
> Cover yourself with your mantle.
> Write-In

>>3358448
>enter town as a normal couple
Endure the unusual situation. We have to become accustomed to it, surely we don’t wish to sequester our love from society.

>>3358448
>Sheath the giant sword and hold hands.

>>3358448
> Enter town as is. As a normal couple.
Hello fellow normal people

>>3358448
> Enter town as is. As a normal couple.
> Although maybe tone down the crashing lightning after every sentence...

>>3358448
> Enter town as is. As a normal couple.

Hm, maybe that elf ranger can be one of her bride's maid, if her friends don't try to kill us of course

>>3358510
>maybe that elf ranger can be one of her bride's maid
Might be a good excuse for us to head back to the demon lands for a rescue mission

>>3358448
>Enter town as is. As a normal couple.

How tall are we exactly if she can hug our leg?

>>3358519
I think they will be coming in a rescue mission to get her.

>>3358463
>>3358491
>>3358495
>>3358510
>>3358548

>>3358471

Writing.

>>3358548
Ah. Sorry for the poor word choice. Lizzy can almost reach your shoulders (1.62 est. meters).

>>3358668

You herd Lizzy's grasp into your own, her palm fitting within the bounds of your gauntlets. She looks away but doesn't steer, following you into Haybel.

The townsfolk recognized the wizard girl, as you presume being within the heroes' party would garner her fame. The citizens' celebratory attitudes are halted though, for she is joining hands with an unknown knight that possesses an ominous aura. Because of so, they stay away until you're out of sight, mostly preserve themselves from whatever you might do to them if angered.

Your bride takes the lead after strolling down a street or two. The destination that she sought after is a schoolhouse. "It's behind here," she clarified, showing you a smaller lab near the educational facility's vicinity, just where the woods are cut off from the surroundings.

You freeze, becoming as solid as the gold on your back. "M-Maybe I should wait outside, and you'd come for her," you advised.

"Don't be afraid... At least trust my hand," Lizzy pleaded. That little sentence is enough to give you courage, meeting the door to your bride's sister and turning its nob.

> Roll 1d100
> dc. over 50

While on the topic of height, do you anons want a specific measurement for Ulysses? I did say that Lizzy can almost reach his shoulders, but I think it's, ultimately, yours' decision.

Rolled 91 (1d100)

>>3358706

Rolled 43 (1d100)

>>3358706
How demonic is Ulysses? Can he pass as a human?

And its just me or is Lizzie more confortable with the bride idea?

Rolled 7 (1d100)

>>3358706
Height: fucking huge

>>3358706
I like the way it is, no problem

>>3358716
From human-esque to dragon-like, I'd say in slightly above the middle: noticeable, however small, horns that extend from the forehead, canines, and eyes. Skin's rough too. Firm. But all of it is shrouded by the armor.

As for Lizzy's comfortability with the bride thing, it's the reason for the previous dice roll. Was the dc was too low?

Rolled 45 (1d100)

>>3358706

>>3358738
Not saying it was too low, I just wished to see or maybe play through the moment she starts warming up to us, what did we do or say that made her think this was an ok idea? I'm not trying to be a dick here, I was just surprised and wanted to see the development of it.

>>3358749
She can't resist our high CHA score.

>>3358772
Nah, she just finds our fumbling adorable.

>>3358714
>>3358716
>>3358727
> 91
> dc. over 50

>>3358749
Must be bad pacing from my part. I apologize. Any suggestions that I could do to make up for it?

Entering the house, you walk inside the room next over, pass the kitchen within the hall. The ground is littered with countless books and the shelves are cluttered with odd curios: materials from eyes of an unknown species, herbs, and metals. "She must be here," Lizzy supposed, searching around the messy room.

Just as her foot stepped on something, a shape emerges from the paper-made pile. It's a woman, sharing much of your bride's characteristics. What sets her apart is how her eyes droop at the ends, expressing a lazy soul, whereas Lizzy's are rounded altogether; there's a height difference as well, half a head taller than her, but that's as much you can figure out while she's wearing a baggy robe. "Lizzy? You should've sent me a letter from the capital if you were coming," she sleepily says. "Sorry that I couldn't get you. I fell asleep due to the heat."

"The door was unlocked," Lizzy notes, aerating the room as she opens the dusty windows.

"Really?" her sister's floaty voice accentuating the end of the word, "I must've forgotten to lock it after I came from the market. Teehee."

Lizzy sighs. "Your talented at magic, but not much for anything else, is there? Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh, yes. And who's this knight?" finally switching the spotlight on you.

> "I'm Elisabeth's husband-to-be."
> "N-Nice to meet you. My name's Ulysses."
> "I thought you'd be more... 'strict.' "
> Write-In

>>3358806
>> "N-Nice to meet you. My name's Ulysses."

be nice, let's see how Lizzie presents us

>>3358806
> Write-In
This room seems hazardously unkempt.

>>3358806
> "N-Nice to meet you. My name's Ulysses."


Maybe pacing, I don't know, I'm sure we will have plenty of time to get embarrassed about all this.

>>3358806
> "N-Nice to meet you. My name's Ulysses."

>>3358806
> "N-Nice to meet you. My name's Ulysses."

>>3358813
Ditto

>>3358813
>>3358817
>>3358818
>>3358825

"N-Nice to meet you. My name's Ulysses," introducing yourself to Lizzy's sister.

"Likewise. I'm Henriet. You don't seem to be the kind of person that Liz would hang out with."

Your bride retreats to you, standing by your caped figure. "He's... We're... getting married. W-We plan to!"

"Hmmm?" Henriet nods with eyebrows raised, becoming unnerving when there's no sign that she'll stop. And as you were thinking her gesticulation will never end, she falls face first into the books before her.

Lizzy comes to her aid, asking for your help. Picking the elder sister up, you deliver her to the kitchen, the younger making a cup of tea. After a while, Henriet becomes conscious. "How nice, Liz. Over four months and you got yourself a man," she instantaneously says.

"Haha," Lizzy laughed, dispirited, serving her sister a cup of tea. She offers you a cup too, but you politely refuse. "See, she isn't that bad," your bride whispers, "Though, it'll need some getting used to."

> Present your dowry.
> Ask for Henriet's blessing.
> Write-In

>>3358862
Aren't dowrys supposed to be things the parents give?
> Write-In
You left home four months ago? Assuming to join the hero on a quest?

>>3358862
> Ask for Henriet's blessing.

>>3358862
> Present your dowry.
> Ask for Henriet's blessing.

“I hope that these chests of gold and magical items may provide a suitable dowry, and prove to you that I am capable of providing for Elizabeth and any prospective children we may have. I have earned it through my previous work as a guardian to *gets elbowed to not mention the Dark Lord* my former employer.”

>>3358862
>> Ask for Henriet's blessing.

>>3358872
To be honest, we’re a mid-boss. We’ve focused mostly on slaughtering our Lord’s foes and ensuring his iron grip remains focused at the throat of his most hated. Chivalry, not so much...

>>3358876
oh what? you want to give away our magic goods and life savings? that's way to much to give away.

>>3358886
we can always find another job with the heroes
in fact, we will need to start looking for a job soon

>>3358862

>Supporting >>3358876

>>3358872
Depends on the culture, some it’s a gift to the new household from the bride’s parents, others it’s a a gift from the groom to the bride’s parents (bride price) to prove he is able to provide. I assume it’s the latter here.

>>3358886
“Money is meaningless if it means a lifetime away from sweet Elizabeth...”

Honestly, we’re probably going to live with Henriette to keep her from drowning in her corn flakes, so the money will still remain with us.

>>3358891
But 3 chests of gold is a very substantial sum and it could take some time to make a resume and apply for Adventurers Inc.

>>3358908
What like a wizard NEET?

>>3358872
>>3358874
>>3358876
>>3358877
>>3358903

"You left home four months ago? Assuming to join the hero on a quest?"

"It's more so for training. It took almost a year after to defeat all four generals," Lizzy explains.

Stepping forwards to Henriet, you lower all three chests from your back and present two of them to her. The elder sister's eyes grow as round as your dearest Elisabeth at the expensive pair of cases. There, you open the chests' lid, presenting your gift. "I hope that these chest of gold may be a sufficient price for the dowry. And proof to you that I'm capable of providing Elisabeth, along with any prospective children we may have. This fortune was earned through my previous work as a guardian to..." Your bride elbows you, poking at your waist. "... My former employer. Regardless, I hope that this is satisfactory."

Henriet picks up a heavy coin, the midday's sunlight reflecting off of it. She then drops it back into the chest, asking for you to put it by a wall, and to keep the second one that was displayed. "What you gave me is... unexpected. One whole case can last a life longer than any man. Granted, if the economy here, in this kingdom, stays healthy. On another note, you're rather tall. I've seen knights, but you're at a peculiar height." The sister inspects you from top to bottom. Growing tired, she releases herself from the detective mode, grinning. "Anyways. You have given more than what I'll ever need or want. Just that one is fine, Ulysses," hinting at the singular case of riches.

"C-Could you give me your blessing as well?! Not to be, er, pushy," you furthered, thoroughly elated.

"Of course. Of course. A nice man like you is perfect for my little Liz," hands clasped together lovingly. Henriet requests that you lower your head even closer. You fulfill the command, feeling her lips touch the head of your helm. "That's my blessing. For a man who's wrapped in a cold shell, it's oddly warm beneath."

"I. That's... Thank you, madame Henriet," giving up on conveying your flustered state. Lizzy, who has spectated most of your interaction, sways to and fro upon observing her sister kiss your plumed helmet.

> Request Lizzy for a kiss as well.
> Ask if you can borrow a room at Henriet's house/personal lab.
> Start finding somewhere to stay. Haybel it peaceful.
> Write-In

>>3358971
> Ask if you can borrow a room at Henriet's house/personal lab.

>>3358971
Would you prefer us to stay here, or at an inn until Liz and I can work out our housing situation and the wedding? I don’t want to impose. I figure you and Lizzy might want time to catch up.

>>3358971
> Ask if you can borrow a room at Henriet's house/personal lab.
"At least for a few days. We'll be looking at housing options during those few days, preferably nearby your home, so we could come over to see how you're doing."
> Request Lizzy for a kiss as well.

>>3358971
> Request Lizzy for a kiss as well.


a kiss on the lips, we are celebrating our engagement

>>3358971
So heres an idea, maybe we have go out and help the village instead? This is for the story as we can take Liz along and have some chemistry!

>>3358994
this is probably a good choice. as far as research and wizardry goes, would it be better for two practitioners of the arcane arts to share a lab or have their own?

>>3358971
> Ask if you can borrow a room at Henriet's house/personal lab.

>>3359013
Likely an extermination quest of some kind!

>>3358971
>>3358994
Support

>>3358990
>>3358992
>>3358994
>>3359010
>>3359021
>>3359060

To not leave your bride out of the fun, you ask for a kiss from her as well, lifting up your visor. In spite of her musings, she pushes herself closer to you, pecking your lips for three seconds before gasping for air. Swept within the moment, she forgot to breathe. Henriet giggles, applauding her mouse of a sister.

"Could I borrow a room of yours, Henriet? For at least a few days, please. We'll be looking at our housing options in the meantime; preferable near your home, so we can come over to see how you're doing," addressing the elder sister for her judgment.

"There's not much that I can spare, sadly. You can sleep in the living space, down the hall perhaps. Or, maybe, sleep together with Liz here," she says with a tease. Separating the playful tone, the message was clear. Finding it out simply made your armor into a steamer, but it'll be a lie if you say that you didn't want to share a room. "Her childhood room is still the same ever since she left with the that Luther fellow."

"Sis, do you know what you're entailing!" Liz says in an outrage. "You know that... I need to prepare myself," fingers tweedling amongst themselves.

> Take the living room.
> Share Lizzy's room.
> Offer to sleep outside.
> Write-In

>>3359104
> Take the living room.

>>3359104
> Take the living room.
"Although I would like to see her room, I don't think we should be so, erm, close, during the start of our courtship... I will take the living room."

>>3359104
>> Take the living room.

>>3359104

> Take the living room.

I'm sure Liz will come get us if ahe is ready.

>>3359104
> Take the living room.

What a silly family. Don't they know that that occurs after marriage?

>>3359104
>Share her room

I WANT TO TALK TO HER!

>>3359104
> Take the living room.

>>3359121
>>3359123
>>3359130
>>3359133
>>3359165
>>3359189

"Although I would like to see her room, I don't think we should be so, erm, intimately close during the start of our courtship... I'll have to agree with Elisabeth and take the living space. But I appreciate the offer, Henriet."

"Is that so? All's fine either way, Ulysses. Just make sure that you're both ready till that time comes."

Excusing yourself, you let the two sisters talk with each other, as it has been a long since they've met. While you're free, you clean the living room that's just as messy as Henriet's study, producing a neat result out of a thirty minute elapse.

Lizzy comes to you, her sister withdrawing to the opposite direction with a contented profile. "You sure made yourself at home, Ulysses. Was wondering about all that shuffling in the corridor."

"Just salvaging all the space that I can get. That couch over there is too small for me," you said with a snicker. The two chests that have been kept are stored at the side of said furniture, sitting idly until they're to be opened for future expenses.

The hazel-haired girl looks through a window, songbirds skipping on the grass outside. "Say, do you want to stroll around for a bit? Only us again, like before?"

> "A forest walk is all I can ask for."
> "I'd love to see the rest of the town."
> Write-In

>>3359192
>Forest walk

Time to kill some gobs.

>>3359192
>> "I'd love to see the rest of the town."
Perhaps buy some less conspicuous clothing... Maybe we could get some food at the tavern as well?

>>3359104
>offer to sleep outside
>”I wouldn’t want to impose too much”

>>3359192

> "A forest walk is all I can ask for."

Private time

>>3359192
> "I'd love to see the rest of the town."

>>3359192

> "A forest walk is all I can ask for."

A good moment to take off our armor and relax, maybe find some river to bathe.

>>3359192
> "A forest walk is all I can ask for."

I like this quest QM. It's a nice, fuzzy quest.

>>3359202
>>3359209
>>3359248
>>3359261

>>3359261
I'm glad that you like it!

"A forest walk is all I can ask for," you replied.

"There's one right behind Henriet's house, isn't there? I remember when I used to go inside there when I was small, bringing over a makeshift fishing rod to catch something from the pond or climb some its trees. I probably can't anymore. Directed too much energy into studying magic like my sister instead of my muscles."

"You don't know that yet, dearest. Let's check the woods out, I'd like to see you reinvigorated."

Lizzy yells down the corridor to tell Henriet where she's going, a faint response of, "Be safe," coming back to her. The lighting under the forest canopy isn't any different than inside the house. It makes up for its scenic life, leaves moving along the wind's command. A path leads deep into the varying hues of green; for how long it goes: you do not know. It's close from being overtaken by the temperate jungle, grasses and shrubs growing over the divided, coarse dirt that paves a direct way.

"Over here! This is the pond I told you about," alarmed your bride. You remove your helmet to behold the glistening waters better, your hair that wraps around your neck--- resembling fur much -- replicating the leaves' shifting. "Someone trashed my rod," Lizzy lamented upon finding her old fishing pole under foliage debris. "Must've been one the kids from that schoolhouse. Wait. Might be deer," discerning the tracks that surrounded the site of her discovery.

Regretfully, she throws the pole into the thicket, grabbing your arms so she can set you down by the pond's edge. Hesitantly, as she stood over you for a good second, she sits in your lap, wrapping your mantle around you and herself.

> "This forest reminds me of the number of times you tried to escape."
> "For a girl who almost drowned, you enjoy the scene of flowing water."
> "You're aren't as shy as you were before, you know. A week's time did a lot for you."
> Write-In

>>3359310
> "You're aren't as shy as you were before, you know. A week's time did a lot for you."

>>3359310

> "This forest reminds me of the number of times you tried to escape."

> "You're aren't as shy as you were before, you know. A week's time did a lot for you."

Lets got for a swim

>>3359319
+1

>>3359310
> "For a girl who almost drowned, you enjoy the scene of flowing water."
> "You're aren't as shy as you were before, you know. A week's time did a lot for you."

>>3359310
>> "This forest reminds me of the number of times you tried to escape."

>>3359310
>> "You're aren't as shy as you were before, you know. A week's time did a lot for you."

>>3359316
>>3359319
>>3359329
>>3359330
>>3359335
>>3359341

"This forest reminds me of the number of times you tried to escape. Dearest, you're aren't as shy as you were before, you know. A week's time did a lot for you."

"When you're with a guy that you can't get away from, it's more of a matter of 'when.' 'When' will I get used to him. And soon enough, I did, with a little help from how much he does for me: killing monsters 'n stuff to protect... You're cute without your helmet on," Lizzy added, looking down to stave off the embarrassment from the compliment. Digging into your torso, she tightens her swaddle. "You're mane's fuzzy."

"That's pure Canis demon blood, Elisabeth. The strength, the horns, the eyes, ears and, obviously, the hair. Wraps around my neck too much so I'm thinking of tying it up."

"Then that's for later, Ulysses. I want to indulge in the fuzz some more. A demon dog to the stupid bone. Doesn't make sense with a human face like yours."

"My appearance is plenty of demon-like. The skin's all rough, and I know it's not from scars."

"Just... stay like you are," your bride says. "I wish I brought something to swim with."

> Shed the rest of your armor and head into the water.
> Throw her into the pond.
> Write-In

>>3359395
>"...If you'd like, I could help hold your hands so you could keep your head above water... (blushes)"
> Shed the rest of your armor and head into the water.

>>3359395

Supporting>>3359414

Going to sleep. All are welcome to discuss and stuff while I'm gone.

>>3359453
Thanks for running. Fun quest so far.

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>>3359453
I'm enjoying this so far, I've always liked slice of life stories in fantasy worlds. There never seems to be enough around here for some reason...

Anyway, from what he's described as looking, I've been Imagining Ulysses like the big brother of Lothric from Dark Souls 3, but slightly more draconic-looking, and not shuffling on his knees.

>>3359488
Slice of life is actually hard to write because you can very easily not have a plot.

This is a fun little quest. Everything kinda progressed at lightning speed though, I think doing so made things significantly harder on yourself QM. You cut yourself off from a lot of scenes and material.

>>3359414
+1

>>3359703
Well we could sleep in the evening only the find out that our bride was kidnapped by the same heroes. Then it's the start of having to earn with their trust one by one with our new party member her big sister.

>>3359968
poor kids will probably think she is under a spell or something, we can be friends with her friends, no problem, love triumphs

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Wait I have a theory in mind that the MC may have been something else before he became a guard dog.

So far he's too gentle and honorable for a servant of a demon, and he seems to know wedding traditions which seems to be not known among the evil dudes.

>>3359974
He's been cursed by the demon king and the cure for the seal to be purified is by having lovely dovey sex for the sole purpose of procreation which is the ultimate proclamation of love.

>>3359972
Luther would probably know that our love is genuine if he could notice how serious we are. The most hardest one we could convince is the elf ranger. We can make their party priest as our wedding priestess.

>>3359979
I can't also wait for our eternal sister-in-arms to hunt for us because she also likes to be proposed the same as our beloved wizard. She is just too tsundere and just failed to notice us because she is too busy hating us.

>>3359703
Well I'm pretty sure we're gonna have a lot of obstacles from now on

>>3359979
convincing elf-ranger will be fun, she was the one that refused our deal the most, so she probably is the one there that cares for Liz the most, she is probably furious with Lance for letting that plan go through.

excellent bride's maid material

>>3360015
>*at night*
>Liz wake up, she did a spell in you did he?
>No I'm not under a spell I swear Irie
>H-hey, did you try to dispel it right priest?
>I detect no evil, curse or ailment
>Luther, do something
>W-what? I can't do anything. I mean he said that I'm going to be his best man along with that Orc leader we fought before.
>I can't believe you everyone! You're all beyond corrupted by this demon
>W-well he has a soft hair
>Liz says it's very fluffy
>I admit I tried to touch it. Very fluffy.
>Luther!
>Sorry.....

And so, the ranger decided to break to the group and gone home to the elf forest where she kidnaps Liz wanting to convene with the High elf apothecary and priestesses. With our new party member Luther the hero, Elizabeth the elder sister, the noble priest and plus one, will they ever traverse and find the forest of illusion? Will the wedding be delayed again because of another demon who felt betrayed? Will another refuse their love affair because someone is of demon heritage? But I know that a love will bloom on the battlefield.

>>3359453
Hey QM do Demon have wedding traditions in this world because I never really heard about married demons

>>3360112
There are certainly wedding rituals, but... I think it's too intense for Lizzy here. It's all up for interpretation, though.

>>3360112
we can use her traditions I think, it's not like we will be allowed back to the demon realm anyway

>>3359395
>Throw her into the pond

>>3360127
also QM somethings a bit odd for the MC
he's too gentle honorable and nice, and seems to know human traditions a bit(dowry and weddings). Also, he betrayed the king so easily.
Was he born a demon or whatever he is from the start? I have a feeling he had experience with the humans before

>>3360145
Says in the things hes a pure blooded. It wouldn't be surprising though if he was a Merc for humies at one point.

>>3360127
Bruh, is the Qm dead?

>>3361085
The QM Curse's infant mortality rate is shockingly high.

Here. Starting soon.

>>3359414
>>3359452
>>3359934

"... If you'd like, I could help you hold your hand so you could keep your head above water..." For being one from a ferocious, warring race, you've become alike to a cherry-flavored cuttlefish.

"I can swim by myself, Ulysses. Everybody below your height isn't a child. But I could cool off right about now." All Lizzy took off was her cap and cloak. Upon depriving herself of the wizards' symbol of occupation, she looks to be nothing more but a country girl; underneath is only a simple cotton dress. Her boots were next to be placed aside. "I haven't shown this much of myself to anybody," she says, expecting you to understand the importance of revealing a common outfit. "I-If you would please, your hand."

You shed the rest of your armor as well. Everything above the waist is revealed under the mild sunlight, as in, your leggings stayed on to sustain your decency to your bride. Delicately, you take a hold of her soft fingers while you steep yourself in the pond's crystal clear water, Lizzy gradually being enveloped as well. By the time you both reach the center, everything below her neck is submerged, using you as some kind of pole to keep afloat. To you, sitting into the pond would only wet a portion of your torso.

> Return to Henriet's house.
> Stay here until the evening starts to roll around.
> Write-In

>>3361251
> Stay here until the evening starts to roll around.
chill out a bit
also i forgot what's the cause of the sudden change behaviour from liz other than the successful dicerolls?

>>3361251
> Stay here until the evening starts to roll around.

Great to see this quest continued QM!

>>3361274
Consistent and respectful wooing. Also bringing her to her sister improved her trust in us. Possibly.

>>3361251
>> Stay here until the evening starts to roll around.
After swimming around for a bit, see if we can make a new fishing pole from the remains of the old one, then fish for a little bit.

>>3361251
>>3361278
QM please dont abandon this quest
you're the only one of the kind in this quest board

>>3361251
> Stay here until the evening starts to roll around.
We could make a camp fire and fashion of a spear to catch a thing or two. That would be nice, and we could show her how to spear fish if she liked.

>>3361274
>>3361278
>>3361288
>>3361308

The two of you lost track of time. It was as if the sky couldn't stand waiting for people, clouds driving past at a noticeable pace. From blue to pink, from pink to a dark abyss, laden with the finest gems. Lizzy said that it's because of summer. Or was it spring?

You do not understand the seasons. Is the change from Mother Earth? Whom she dictates whether a certain interval of time gets more rain or snow? Again, you don't know. But your bride, Lizzy, does; she says there's no real reason why the seasons change, just that it follows the birds.

During your trip, where her feelings of escape were reconciled and had started creeping towards the long path of affection --- a path that has yet to be much completed, however, midway met with abundant promise--- she shared a story about how the Sun, the Rain, the Wind, and Snow fought over a specific hunter. He would honor each element every day, through sickness or robust heat, or swamping waters. The maidens loved him for it, and so, bickered over who got more time to spend with him. But that wasn't all. They loved him for his flute that he performed for each woman. High tempo recitals for the Sun, a low lament that imitates the Rain's monsoon, the simple yet lively tune for the Wind, and calming songs throughout the Winter's turn.

" 'I know a way,' " Lizzy said. By then, you were traversing an odd forest. The trees were thin, and bared leaves just as shapely. " 'I know a way. I'll visit the Wind and the Snow in the south. The Sun and the Rain in the north. That way, we can all be content.' And, um, one thing led to another and that's how the songbird was created. I think..." The story fell flat due to Lizzy's inability to remember the specfics of the story. But you appreciated it. For, seasons don't exist in the demon regions; your small curiosity was only kept alight by a human hermit that you ran into while you were young. A hermit that entertained you before you became the demon king's 38th guard dog for his castle's gate--- the 38th to take such title and place upon the demon king's 38th resurrection, each revival costing eight-hundred years or so. The same goes for the four generals; roles are taken up and passed down to whom fate has decided as. Still, now, you wondered why an old human lived in your home of origin.

"I don't get it." To appease the loss of her old fishing rod, you made a spear out of simply shaping a tree branch. The darkened evening is illuminated by fire, burning at the pond's borders. "Ah!" Lizzy uttered, finally catching a total of a singular game with your guidance.

> Return to Henriet.
> Stay at the pond for a bit more.
> Write-In

>>3361398
> Return to Henriet.

>>3361398
> Return to Henriet.
"Good job, dearest Elizabeth. It'll make for a fine meal, indeed!"
Let her dry off with our cloak.

>>3360145
Well he's a knight which explains his civilry, but also only worked for the demon king for the pay so it's not really all that suprising that a goid enough deal was enough to let the party pass. As for the personality, no one said demons/monsters had to be evil and not have similar traditions to humans in this setting. There are plenty of settings that play with the usual fantasy tropes and make the usual human/monster conflict a bit more grey. They're more demons in the jrpg sense, than old school western sense.

>>3361398
>the 38th to take such title and place upon the demon king's 38th resurrection, each revival costing eight-hundred years or so.
30400 or so years. Damn. He's been at this for a while now.
> Write-In
We could recommend returning on the chance she catches a cold, but if she wants to stay longer we could add to the fire as we gut the fish.

>>3361398
>Return to Henriet.

>>3361398
>> Stay at the pond for a bit more.

>>3361406
>>3361414
>>3361419

"Good job, dearest Elisabeth. It'll make a fine meal, indeed!"

"For a human, that is. Could you cook it before it's too late?" giving you the catch. And, with full cooperation, you do, watching your bride eat up the fish within a damp dress. "It's weird if your eyes are on me while I eat..."

"That's what you said last time, and the time before that," you joked, petting her head. "Here, dry yourself." Lizzy promptly takes your mantle, but instead of using it to soak up the coating water, she goes behind the bush to hide. A minute later, she comes out with the cotton dress rolled up, along with all of her clothing articles, held under her arm while your mantle served her alone.

"I'm going to hang up my clothes once we get back to Henriet's. Just... don't glare down at me too much, Ulysses," blushing.

Evidently, there's no proof that she could hold against you if you were to peep. The dark's too much of a shroud once the fire has been put out. However, you're happy either way.

As Lizzy herself stated, she stayed outside for a bit to hang up her wetted dress for the morning. The reasoning was that: "The cold air will dry it during the night. The morning Sun will make it feel fluffier." All from her sweet lips. The recollection is extinguished when your bride walks through the door, returning to her room to fit herself in nightwear. You thought that she'd sleep right away, but when the moon made its appearance, Lizzy was by the living space's passageway. She brought a pillow with her.

> Pretend to sleep.
> "A nightmare, dearest?"
> "Come. It's fine if you want to sleep alongside me."
> Write-In

>>3361470
>>Pretend to sleep.

Don't snore, don't snore don't snore.....

>>3361470
>> "Come. It's fine if you want to sleep alongside me."

teasing time

>>3361470
> Pretend to sleep.
Ever the watchful guard dog, old habits die hard. You never know when there could be a thief.

>>3361470

>> "Come. It's fine if you want to sleep alongside me."

Come on guys, she knows guard dogs never sleep, she is waiting for us to say sonething

Maybe she bought a pillow for us considering we just sleep on the floor with only our armor. We can't sleep on the couch since we're too big.

>>3361491
You don't know how to collect information and use it to your advantage. For shame.

>>3361470
> Pretend to sleep.
Remember to think chivalric thoughts. Definitely don't think about how thin the fabric is...

>>3361498
>Chivalric thoughts
>Remembering ourselves fighting one of the spy who wants to sneak inside the demon lord's castle as we spear the motherfucker on the back of his head. And place the head on the door were several other heads are hanging who tried to sneak the very door you guard.

>>3361470
>Pretend to sleep.

>>3361480
>>3361488
>>3361498
>>3361523

You don't move, terminating all instructions from the brain to maneuver a muscle. Your bride doesn't realize, tiptoeing near your person and setting the pillow behind you, just right where your head lays. Your mantle has also been taken outside to dry; a cold's breath comes in contact with her body from the open window --- unlocked by you to renew the stagnant air within the living room --- compelling her to cuddle with your own body, falling asleep by the internal heat that you exude. With her arms locked around the neck, there's but one choice: to stay still. Even through her kitten's purrs that blow at your hair.

You're let loose from the grip that you swear not to break, Lizzy waking up near nine or ten in the morning. That's what you read from the faraway clock, as you have to squint your eyes to correctly translate it. Henriet hasn't stirred too.

> "How were your dreams, dearest?"
> "You sure like to hug tight. But that's not saying much."
> "I like your nightgown, Elisabeth. It's really... 'light' in its cloth's quality. Soft, to mention as well."
> Write-In

>>3361531
> "How were your dreams, dearest?"
And if no-one tries to stop me...
> "I like your nightgown, Elisabeth. It's really... 'light' in its cloth's quality. Soft, to mention as well."

>>3361531
>Don't move, let her wake up first and when she is on considerable distance where it could be mistaken for her to woke up and just got down in the floor, say

>good morning, did you sleep well last night?

>>3361531
> "How were your dreams, dearest?"

>>3361548
+1

>>3361548
>>3361624
>>3361678

"How were your dreams, dearest?" you say to the half-waken wizard. Lizzy mumbles something under her breath, but you couldn't catch it; however, it was ultimately unimportant. Everything that a person says when his or her conscious isn't all there doesn't carry as much impact when fully present. You style a placid grin. "I like your nightgown. It's really..." losing the benevolent smirk upon looking down and up your bride's figure, "... 'light' in its cloth's quality. Soft, to mention as well."

"Mhmm." It takes a moment for her to process your word. She then examines herself, the surrounding knowledge hammering in the figurative caffeine into her heart. To do justice for the sins of her absent-minded state, she pulls up the collar of her pajamas and fixes herself into a proper, obligatory, standard. "H-How long was I like that?"

"Not for long, I guess. A handful of seconds."

'G-Good. I should be getting something for us to eat, don't I?" She mirrors your tranquil expression, failing, as her mouth is being molded by anxiety like clay.

The best that Lizzy can do for breakfast is spread some berry sauce on slices of bread. Her sullen mood about the level of her culinary skills are deterred upon encouragement from you, the tangy taste of the jam satisfying your bride. Again, Henriet has yet to stir.

> Bring up your housing options. Specifics? - "Write-in"
> Bring up your wedding options. Specifics? - "Write-in"
> Write-In

>>3361784
> Bring up your housing options. Specifics? - "Write-in"
Something large enough for a family of four or five, plus a guest. Has to be made out of stone, we've torched plenty of wooden homes back in the bad old days. And it needs to be a bit out of town, in case someone like Agarma decides to pay us a visit with a few friends...

>>3361802
More like torched people trying to enter the demon lord's fort, though I wonder what could have been our past occupation.
Should the house do something we make with our two hands? contract some carpenters? Use and Abuse magic?

>>3361784
>>3361802
Support.

>>3361306
What kind?
Also, you wanna burn out your qm? putting pressede on him can help with that

>>3361823
>Should the house do something we make with our two hands?
Someplace where we could practice our fighting skills, and where Lizzy can practice her magic, without anyone getting hurt.