I Kidnapped the Hero's Women-Chapter 221: Fire. Secret (5)

"Uheuhe! I bought a lot of clothes for the knight unnie!" "You have to wear them later...!" "Haaah..."

Charlotte was chattering beside me, and together with Yuria, we walked. Sylvia, holding shopping bags in both hands, let out a deep sigh from the depths of her chest.

We had clearly come to buy clothes for the kids. How did the kids end up picking out clothes for me, though? And what's with all these clothes in kids' sizes...?

Sure, now that I can transform into a child, it’s true that I need clothes that fit. But buying such a large variety of clothes was definitely not part of the plan. And why are they so excited about picking clothes for me...?

'Well... maybe the Master will like them...?'

Of course, there were a lot of pretty and cute clothes, so it wasn't all bad. If I ever mess up badly enough to get a pay cut, maybe I can use these. Even the usually cold and strict Master becomes unexpectedly kind when he sees me in a child-like form...

"Kkungk... What's that smell...?" "Huh? What did you say?" "Oh, it's nothing."

The moment I stepped into the mansion's front gate, a strange smell reached Sylvia's nose. She felt a chill run down her spine and tensed up.

It was a type of scent she'd never smelled before. Yet somehow, she instinctively knew what it was. A scent she couldn’t avoid, one that made her feel wary.

'This... is the smell of a female dog in heat...?'

It was a type of scent she'd never encountered before, but Sylvia's enhanced sense of smell, honed through her swordsmanship, confirmed it. This was definitely a pheromone, strong with sexual desire, emitted by a female.

"Ma-Master!?" "Oh, Sylvia. And you guys. Back already?"

At that moment, the door to the annex creaked open. The heavy scent coming from inside made Sylvia frown without realizing it. Out came Aslan, wearing a calm expression, and closely following him, almost sticking to his side, was Irene Vermont.

'Master's chest is wet...?'

What is that liquid that smells so strongly of a female dog? Did that wildcat woman finally make a move!? Is she not ashamed to do that to her own brother!?

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Sylvia gritted her teeth and shot a sharp look at Irene. Irene, startled, trembled for a moment and hid behind Aslan.

What is this woman doing!?

'What happened inside!?'

Wasn’t she the woman who was desperate to kill the Master every time they met? How did she turn into such a docile... no, fox-like woman? What happened while we were out!?

Sylvia was frustrated and curious, on the verge of going mad.

"Umm... Irene, your face is really red. Are you alright?" "Ah, um... Yeah... It's just because it's hot."

Hot, huh? Did they do something so intense that she felt hot indoors?

Sylvia couldn’t shake her suspicion, so Aslan spoke up to clear it up.

"We just talked about some old things. Emotions got a bit heated, but it's fine now. Don’t worry." "Can I ask what kind of story it was?" "It was about my secret." "..."

The Master’s secret? Sylvia could only think of a few things it could be. Among them, the topic that would make Irene get so emotional was...

Ah, I see.

Sylvia quickly pieced it together.

"So... it seems like you're telling her that you're from another world?" "Huh!? How did you...?" "I've been guarding you, or rather, watching over you, since seven years ago. It would be strange if I didn't notice how you've changed overnight." "..."

Sylvia casually spilled the secret, and Aslan froze, stunned, unable to speak for a moment. He thought he was hiding it well... but had it been found out already?

"Oh dear, I accidentally revealed the secret. I'm sorry, Master." "Ah, Aslan! Is that true?" "Did you really come from another world, then? Are you an alien!?"

Sylvia shamelessly covered her mouth to apologize. Charlotte and Yuria rushed over and began bombarding Aslan with questions. He came from another world? That was a topic they couldn’t ignore.

Aslan, sweating under the barrage of questions, laughed awkwardly. Irene and Sylvia seemed to enjoy Aslan's transformation into someone else. Charlotte and Yuria met him after his possession, so it didn’t matter much to them. In fact, now that it was all out in the open, Aslan felt oddly relieved.

"Alien... I guess you could call me that. I came from a completely different world." "Wow! That's awesome, Uncle!" "Then what kind of person were you in that world?"

Yuria couldn't hold it back and asked. Charlotte, Sylvia, and even Irene listened closely, their curiosity piqued. Feeling the eyes on him, Aslan cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Ahem, if you're so curious... In the world I lived in, I was a very influential critic." "A critic? What's that?" "A person who gives authoritative reviews on electronic games, helping consumers make rational choices. I was highly respected in society." "Wow! I don't know what that means, but you're amazing, huh!" "Aslan was amazing, both there and here..."

Charlotte and Yuria looked up at Aslan with admiration. Irene and Sylvia, however, eyed Aslan suspiciously, clicking their tongues.

'Confident attitude. No tremor in his voice. His facial expression is natural. I don’t think he's lying... but is he suffering from delusions?' 'Laura's eyes say, the last sentence is a blatant lie. The previous one mixes truth and falsehood...?’

Though it sounded like a lie, Sylvia and Irene decided not to point it out. It would be too rude to criticize him while the children were admiring him so much. And it didn’t matter what his fabricated job from the other world was, since he had already left that world.

"By the way, some people didn’t like my harsh reviews. One of them retaliated, and that's how I ended up being sent to this world by a dark force." "Really!? That means you were forced to leave the place you lived your whole life!" "Are you okay, Aslan?" "I'm fine. As long as I have you guys by my side."

Aslan smiled weakly, and Charlotte and Yuria rushed to him, embracing him with tears in their eyes. Sylvia and Irene both realized something from watching this. That guy, he has no family or acquaintances left in his original world, huh?

He acted like he was nostalgic, but... It was almost certain now, since he had shown no regret after coming here. Maybe he even thought he was lucky to have been forced into this world.

He said he was forcibly sent here, but he adapted so quickly. He seemed fully satisfied with life here, not a single ounce of regret. Was he really from another world?

"I’ll finish my experiment, then go now." "I’ll get the carriage. You can ride in it." "Okay..."

Irene lowered her head, replying softly and shyly. At that moment, Sylvia almost shouted in surprise.

Who is that heavenly girl!? Is she really the same Irene Vermont with that terrible temper!?

Soon, Aslan saw them off, and the carriage carrying Irene disappeared out of sight.

The children, exhausted from the long trip, eagerly ran to take baths. Left alone with Aslan, Sylvia began giving him the same suspicious look she had been holding back earlier.

"Master." "Uh, huh?" "Don’t try to run away, Master." "No. You need to stop giving me those deadly glares before I run away."

Thud. Aslan, stepping backward, bumped into the wall. Before he could react, Sylvia grabbed his shoulder, trapping him so he couldn’t move.

What's going on with her? Aslan thought, confused.

Sylvia sniffed the air, taking in the smell on Aslan's chest, then glared at him, her anger growing.

"The liquid on your chest. What is this? And what exactly happened inside? As your guard, I have to know, so answer me honestly." "What kind of nonsense is this?" "Answer me quickly. This is urgent." "It's just tears. Can't you see? I was comforting my sister who was crying for a bit inside." "...What?"

Aslan sighed as if it was a bother. Sylvia, taken aback, froze for a moment. Seeing his expression change so naturally, it seemed like it wasn’t a lie.

So, the "thing I imagined" didn’t happen... and the liquid on Master’s clothes was just tears? Was it all just my imagination...?

Sylvia’s face immediately turned red.