Chapter 85
Clael and Reina had spent the night on the uninhabited island... but when they awoke at dawn with the sunrise, they found themselves naked.
"Fwah!?"
Clael, who woke up first, let out a shocked cry.
Yesterday, he had forcibly shut down his consciousness with magic... but when he woke up, he was in the sleeping bag. On top of that, Reina was clinging tightly beside him, and they were both naked.
"N-No way...!"
The worst possible scenario flashed through Clael's mind.
Could it be... they had done it?
Had he taken the something-something of a Saint—someone who was like a daughter or sister to him?
"S-Safe... maybe?"
Clael cautiously checked the inside of the tent and let out a sigh of relief.
While it seemed like Clael and Reina were naked... they were at least still wearing their underwear.
Clael had only his underwear. Reina was still wearing the leaf bikini she had on yesterday.
It still felt kind of bad... but it didn't seem like anything had actually happened.
"Zzz..."
"Mmm..."
He could feel the softness of Reina's chest through the single leaf between them.
Feeling like this was definitely not okay, Clael tried to wriggle his way out of the sleeping bag.
"Nn..."
"Gah"
Their bodies rubbed against each other, and various things got all squishy and slippery and stimulated.
It felt so pleasant that he wondered if he had already died and was being embraced by an angel.
(Calm down, me... If you're going to get hard here, just die...!)
Shifting his focus away from the soft sensations with iron self-control... Clael slowly crawled out of the sleeping bag like a snail.
"Phew..."
It seemed he had managed to do it.
Clael let out a long, long breath and slumped forward in exhaustion.
As for the part of him that had reacted just a little, he used the Blue Moon Ring to douse himself with cold water and forcibly calm it down.
"...Is Reina still asleep?"
Glancing at the peacefully sleeping Reina inside the sleeping bag, Clael quietly left the tent, trying not to make a sound.
It wasn't anything important. He just needed to relieve himself in the bushes.
(While I'm at it, maybe I'll look around and see if there's anything edible nearby...)
It'd be nice if he could find some nuts or wild greens.
Or even mushrooms would be fine. There was the risk of poisonous ones... but Reina, being a Saint, had very strong resistance to status ailments.
Clael was also technically a priest, so he could use detoxification magic at least. They wouldn't die from poisoning.
After using the toilet, he wandered through the forest on the uninhabited island just enough to avoid getting lost.
"Oh, fruits."
He discovered brightly colored berries that looked like tropical fruits.
He didn't recognize the fruit, but it smelled sweet and pleasant. It was probably edible.
"Alright, I'll pick a few ripe ones..."
"Grrrr..."
"Hm?"
As Clael reached for the fruit and began picking two or three of them... he suddenly heard what sounded like a beast growling.
"...Is something there?"
Clael turned his face toward the direction the sound came from, staying alert.
Though Clael was a priest... he had trained his body to some extent and had practiced hunting monsters during his student days.
He figured he could handle something like a wolf or tiger on his own.
(That said... I'd rather not deal with anything too strong. I'll just check what it is and head back.)
Holding his breath, Clael quietly peeked through the bushes.
"............!"
And then... his eyes widened in shock.
"Grrrr... Grrrr..."
There stood a monster, growling low and painfully.
It was massive—tall enough to look up at—but perhaps hidden by some magic, its presence felt faint.
"A dragon...?"
What stood there was a monster known as a dragon.
A wounded dragon, as if pierced by a sharp spear, was hiding itself.