I land in front of the mansion high up on the precipice with Reina in my arms, and Katima looks shocked.
“Arata, Katima is very perplexed right now.”
“Eh? Why?”
“Katima was always told that there should be modesty between a man and a woman, but this isn’t very modest at all.”
As I think about how her use of the term modest feels old-fashioned, I try to look at this through an objective point of view.
I don’t know how many people there are in the alfar village, but I’ve been feeling a lot of eyes on us.
And in the middle of all that, I picked up Reina in a princess carry, and held her close. I guess I can’t really call this modest, can I?
“Hum, Arata… I think you can put me down now.”
“Ah, sorry.”
As I’m thinking about how what I’ve done was actually pretty forward, I hear Reina whisper, sounding embarrassed.
Part of me sort of wants to keep holding her, but we can’t stay like this forever.
“Geez Reina, it’s your fault too. Listen, girls can’t let their guard down so easily.”
“Ah, yes… I see.”
“You need to look after yourself. Boys are all wolves, and if you show an opening, they’ll gobble you up. It’s what the chief said.”
“…Yes.”
I’m not going to go out of my way to deny that about boys being wolves. But Katima, please take a good look at yourself.
She has two pieces of cloth covering up and down, so her chest and waist are covered, but that’s all.
Her toned abs and bellybutton are completely exposed, and so is most of her back.
The contorts of her butt are hidden by the cloth around her waist, but her thighs are pretty much completely exposed too.
In Japan, this would be called a bikini with a pareo, so honestly, it doesn’t hide a whole lot.
I can see Reina isn’t very convinced either, and looks kind of taken aback.
“What are those eyes Arata? Got something to say?”
“Hum…”
“It’s fine. Katima’s brilliant, so she can listen and use people’s opinions to be better.”
Should I just say it?
“Isn’t your outfit a bit lewd?”
“…”
“…”
Time is frozen. At least that’s what it feels like, as Katima doesn’t move a muscle.
Then she looks at Reina, moving in a stilted way like the rusted hand of a clock.
“Reina… Katima is right, boys are all wolves. Apparently Arata is getting cravings when he looks at Katima.”
“Hum, Katima. I would also say that just in a general way, in terms of common sense in the world in general, that look is a bit lewd.”
“…!?”
Katima looks like she can’t believe what she’s hearing.
“K-Katima isn’t lewd!”
“Hum…”
Reina is looking at me like she’s asking what to do, but I’m a guy, so I don’t think I should really be pointing out things.
And so, I tell Reina with my eyes to handle rest, and she nods despite looking kind of troubled.
I step away, and the two girls talk.
“…See…”
“B-but the chief said this outfit…”
“But you said it yourself, boys are wolves…”
“Au…”
This body’s senses are sharp, so I have to really try to not hear the things that reach my ears here and there.
After a while, they walk over to me. Katima looks troubled, and teary eyed.
“Arata… Katima is lewd.”
“Hum, declaring it like that makes it a little hard for me to respond.”
I explain it to her that our environments are different, so it’s not like she’s wrong or anything.
She straightens herself after looking down, and takes inside the mansion.
It was like this in the divine beast people’s village too, but the chief’s house really is big. Everyone else lives in homes built in spaces in the precipice, but the chief’s house is in the highest spot, and it stretches widely.
“By the way, aren’t there other alfar?”
“Alfar don’t like outsiders too much, so they’re cautious.”
“Even though we were invited?”
“Well, the chief doesn’t really care about that sort of thing. You shouldn’t either.”
She says as we keep walking through the mansion, and to a particularly large room.
There we see an old man with the same brown skin and silver hair as Katima.
“Chief, Katima brought them.”
“…”
He exudes pressure just by being in front of me. It’s not as much as Wil or Suzaku, but I can feel power on the same level as Elga and the other divine beast people.
Reina feels it too, and looks a bit nervous.
“Chief?”
“…”
He’s sitting cross-legged, and doesn’t move at all.
It’s almost like an ascetic monk meditating, but it really is incredible how he’s not moving even…
“He’s sleeping.”
“…”
“…Are we supposed to jump in and say something?”
In any case, that eases our nerves, and we feel baffled instead.
“Chief! Chief! Katima brought the guests. Wake up W-a-k-e u-p!”
“Fuah!?”
“Ah, he’s up.”
“Fuah… Fuu…”
“…And he’s out again.”
Katima is looking this way like she’s asking what to do.
How should I know?
I look at Reina, and that prompts Katima to look at her too.
“Hey you two, don’t look at me because you don’t know what to do! T-that’s not fair!”
““But…””
“No buts!”
Ever since I came to this island, I feel like when I’m facing a problem, I can ask Reina and it’ll be fixed.
She still doesn’t know that that’s how I see things now.
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