My Isekai World’s NETORI Harem

Chapter -7.

On Aleena's suggestion, Lucien took a bath in cold water to cool down, as she had recommended. He returned downstairs, hoping for some kind of reward for the kneading, but upon seeing Gilbert seated in a chair and looking in his direction, all he could do was warmly greet him.

"So, are you ready to head out and check out our village?" Gilbert asked without wasting much time, his expression serious.

"Yeah, a little," Lucien managed to mutter, the warm feeling of Aleena's rear still lingering on his shaft. He wanted to explore that sensation further, but knowing that such matters required careful consideration, he forced himself to follow along.

"Haha, that's more than enough." Hearing Lucien's response, Gilbert laughed, then got up from his seat and gestured for him to follow through the door. As Lucien watched Gilbert walk out of the house, he cast a careful glance around, and upon not seeing Aleena anywhere, he sighed and followed him outside, unaware that Aleena was observing him from a corner with a smile on her face.

As both of them stepped into the village square, Lucien couldn't help but feel a swirl of emotions inside him.

"Gilbert, we made a new stew. Want to have a taste?"

"Is this the guy you were talking about, Gilbert?" The mundane greetings of the villagers felt like a stark contrast to what Lucien had imagined, so he couldn't help but exchange pleasantries with them.

"Though we are going through rough times because of the goblin raids, the environment in our village is still somewhat lively, don't you think?" Gilbert asked as he continued to lead Lucien forward.

Lucien turned his gaze toward a group of children playing in the back, and a smile appeared on his lips as he said, "Well, that's a good thing, is all I can say. In times like this, liveliness is what gives you strength."

"Haha, you're more interesting than I thought, Lucien. Anyway, this is the first place we're visiting today." With a hearty smile, Gilbert pointed toward a house with black smoke billowing from the chimney. It wasn't hard for Lucien to guess what kind of place this could be.

"This is..." Lucien began to speak but was interrupted by Gilbert, who smiled and said, "Since you're also a warrior, it's only natural for you to have a sword, and this is the place where you'll get one."

'I knew it,' Lucien thought. At this point, he still hadn't decided whether he really wanted to join the village and become a warrior, but following Gilbert inside to get a sword didn't seem like a big deal, so he entered the house and was greeted by a warm current of air.

The atmosphere of the smithy made Lucien sweat the moment he walked in. He couldn't help but look around, noticing weapons scattered everywhere.

"Bronk, come out! I've fetched you the guy!" Gilbert shouted, suddenly slapping Lucien on the back as if he were calling out an opponent for Lucien to fight. This made him worry; according to whatever knowledge he had, blacksmiths were supposed to be toned and muscular, capable of sending a guy flying with one slap.

Though Lucien was somewhat confident in his own physique, the way Gilbert called out to Bronk made him a little anxious.

The sound of hammering that had been echoing in the background stopped the moment Gilbert called out that name. A few seconds later, a burly man—a dwarf—appeared.

'Is he really a dwarf?' Lucien was surprised, as he hadn't expected this place to be a mixed-race world. However, what startled him even more was the half-elf woman who followed behind him, her clothes clinging tightly to her body due to the sweat she had accumulated in the warm atmosphere.

Bronk, with his small yet confident steps, walked out of the shadow of the smithy and stood right in front of Lucien. After observing for a moment, he turned his attention back to Gilbert and said, "Yeah, he looks fine, but killing more than twenty goblins? That's still overkill for a guy like him who hasn't popped his cherry yet."

Lucien couldn't help but feel a twitch in his face, accompanied by a strong desire to kick this guy. However, before he could act on that impulse, the half-elf woman, pinching her cloth forward and then letting it rest back slightly on her sweat-laced skin, slapped the dwarf on the back of his head in his stead and said, "Master, how many times do I have to tell you to tone down that dirty mouth of yours? He's a guest of the village."

The half-elf woman then looked toward Lucien and said, "Sorry about that. Though he's kind, everyone in the village shares the same opinion about his mouth, so I hope you won't mind him too much. Anyway, my name is Elva."

Seeing Elva's action, Lucien couldn't help but smile inwardly, recalling similar scenes from many movies. Watching it unfold in real life was just as funny. "Lucien, and no, it's alright. I can understand just by looking at him, but it must be hard for you."

This time, it was Bronk's turn to get angry as he shouted, "You punk! What do you mean by that, huh?" But another small punch to his head from Elva made him calm down immediately.

"Haha, the atmosphere in here sure brightened up with your presence, Lucien," Gilbert, who had been watching all this from the background, couldn't help but laugh out loud. He had never seen such funny bickering.

"Sigh, Elva, I'm your master. You can't hit me like that in front of the outsider," Bronk pouted, as if he were complaining to his daughter. However, as Elva completely ignored his complaint, his face turned even gloomier. He then looked at Lucien and said, "Your name is Lucien, right? Come, I've prepared a sword just right for you." He then guided Lucien toward the pile of swords, as if he had another prank waiting to be unveiled.