My Pet Is a Holy Maiden

Morning.

Calcedonia slowly surfaced her consciousness from the bottom of her sleep with the dazzling light slipping through the window and the feeling of something twitching around her stomach.

As my consciousness becomes clear, so does the feeling I feel in my stomach.

And also the warm feeling I feel on my back.

"Uh... what are you doing?

If Calcedonia asks the person holding herself from behind, turning around.

"Mmm, touching Calse's stomach"

The man, who should also be described as someone of her destiny, replied so in a pleasant tone.

"Calse's skin is slippery and pleasant to the touch. I'm gonna be able to do this forever."

"Hey. It's awkward."

Though I say so in my mouth, that voice has a clear mix of joyful sounds.

Because we know that, men - Tatsumi - do not stop moving their hands.

Now the two of you are not haunted by anything about it. They kept each other exposed to everything, leaning against each other in warm fur.

From that night, when the example "magic painting" was crucial and tied for the first time, the two began to sleep in contact with each other's bare skin in this way, almost every day.

I don't exchange the physical language of love every day. Even if we don't, this is how we feel about each other.

Tatsumi carefully enjoys the scent as she buries her nose tip in Calcedonian hair, which she turns to.

"Something... don't smell the same as the old Cheeko... though it might just be my fault..."

Words of a pompous and zero Tatsumi. Calcedonia closed her eyes happily as she lay her palms on Tatsumi's hand, turned to her belly.

"... sir. I just need one favor..."

"Please?"

"Yes, if possible... only when you're doing this, would you call me 'Chico' as before?

"Huh? But that's..."

"I'm so glad my husband calls me 'Calcedonia' as one woman. But the name 'Chico' is also an important name I have received from my husband… it is a special name that only one person in this world, my husband, calls me. Usually it can be 'Calcedonia'. But only when I'm touching my skin like this… I want to be called 'Chico'"

Understanding her thoughts, Tatsumi hugs her soft body tightly.

"Okay. Only when I'm doing this, I'll call you 'Chico' like I used to."

"Thank you, sir"

Calcedonia smiled happily as she felt Tatsumi's comfortable body temperature all over her back.

Soaking up plenty of happy air, Calcedonia nevertheless begins to move to get out of the bedroom.

"Come on, sir. It's my husband's first day hunting the Warcraft, isn't it? It's time to get up and get ready."

"Right. This warmth in the bed pulls my hair back, but I can't help it. Yeah, well, get Calse out of bed first."

"Huh?"

At the same time that Tatsumi's words are over, there is an unexpected sense of flotation. Unexpectedly blinking, Calcedonia was forced to move out of bed in an instant.

I rush into position in the air and painstakingly prevent it from falling to the floor. But it meant exposing Tatsumi's eyes to a body that was not wearing anything in the bright light.

Calcedonia, who came to think that she was exposing her naked to Tatsumi, crouched on the spot holding her chest with both hands with a cute scream.

Tatsumi stared at Calcedonia like that with her upper body up in bed.

"Yeah, eye bliss eye bliss"

"Nor. My husband is a little mean these days!!"

Calcedonia holds still, reaching out and grabbing the pillow on the bed, throwing it toward Tatsumi.

However, the thrown pillow is taken lightly by Tatsumi.

Then, from neither side, the two laugh at each other.

I don't know what to say, but they were two happy people after all.

After breakfast, the two men, who had been indulgent for a while, left the house by the time the bell of the four moments - noon, to speak of in Japan - rang.

The two aspire to be one of those taverns where the Warcraft Hunt is based, which was once used by Calcedonia in their training years.

As the snow hits, they walk slowly as they lean together.

Seeing how the two are already familiar sights in the neighborhood, the familiar housewives smile and narrow their eyes or call out in affection.

"Oh, Tatsumi and Karse. Are we both going out again today?

"We're always good friends, aren't we?"

"Really, when you two are around, the snow will melt."

Words of unmalicious chills exchanged between mouths. With those words, Tatsumi let her gaze swim in the light, and Calcedonia smiles happily.

As they head out onto the street, they head slowly to the center of the city.

Then, with a guide to Calcedonia, you enter a street off the main street, aiming to be a destination, a tavern and lodging house.

"... So, Calse says he took care of you before, too, what kind of person is the owner of that tavern?

"Anything, they came to this Zoisalite continent about 20 years ago from a distant exotic country. After that, I wandered all over the continent, and I heard that I came to this city of Levantis about five or six years ago and opened my current liquor store."

Listening to Calcedonia's words, Tatsumi thought of a tough middle-aged man in his brain who felt like a warrior.

After crossing the continent as mercenaries and warcraft hunters and retiring for injuries and other reasons, he grows backward while running a liquor store.

Yeah, that seems like a possible setup. And beside Tatsumi nodding inside, Calcedonia's story continued.

"Recently, the store has a good reputation, and we hear that well-armed Warcraft hunters are based in that store. When I was in and out, I'd just opened a store and it wasn't that reputable, but now he's totally grown into a typical liquor store in this city."

Calcedonia's words, which he speaks of, included things he seemed to miss. Apparently, she also admires the owner quite a bit.

"... since I became an exorcist too, I've stopped showing my face in that store... How are you, General?

I see. Apparently, the owner of the case has a wife.

A tough, stubborn shopkeeper and a bright, clever-looking damsel who supports that shopkeeper. This also seems to be a common setting.

When Tatsumi was thinking about such a tavern in her brain, she heard Calcedonia playing at the moment.

"Ah!! There!! That's the destination [Elf's Lounge Pavilion]!!"

Ahead of Calcedonia fingers. There was certainly a seemingly liquor store and lodging there.

Wooden doors bigger than regular houses. Although it has some years in it, it brings up beautiful wood that seems to be well maintained.

The whole place is made of red bricks as seen in general homes. From what I've seen, it looks like three floors, and perhaps the first floor is a room above the second floor in a liquor store.

But above all, what caught Tatsumi's attention was the sign posted next to the entrance and exit door.

The forks, knives and jocks schematically illustrate that this is the tavern, I guess. And beneath that pattern was also the pattern of the bed. This must also represent the fact that this is also the inn.

Recently, Tatsumi has finally been able to read and write the letters of this world. But the literacy rate in this world is quite low.

If so, it is probably common to put more than just letters in the shop sign.

But it wasn't those drawings that caught his attention.

It is the letters written on the sign that draw his attention and do not let go.

A teasing font, distinctly different from the flowing letters of this country. But the letters are far more familiar than the letters of this country if you try them.

And the letter is something that can't be found in this country.

"Duh, why... why is Japanese written here...?

That sign that Tatsumi looks up to.

The word "elf pavilion" written there was a combination of plain pseudonym and one pseudonym, as well as kanji characters - that is, Japanese.

When she saw Tatsumi staring up at the sign, Calcedonia tilted her neck.

"Sir? What have you done?

"Oh, oh... hey, Calse. It's the letter of that sign..."

"That's the letter of the country where the general of this store used to be?

Calcedonia sees and explains the sign that Tatsumi points to.

Apparently, Calcedonia can't even read Japanese.

Come to think of it, she was nothing but an octopus in her previous life. I guess the conversation in Japanese can be understood to some extent because I was listening to Tatsumi and his family, but naturally there is no way I can read or write.

"I mean... no way, you're a general in this store, the same Japanese as me...?

Besides myself, this country...... no, I didn't know there were Japanese in this world.

Unexpectedly spread to Tatsumi's chest would be an emotion to be described as grieving.

Even though I cut it off that there is no untrained life in Japan, sometimes I feel nostalgic about what happened.

If, indeed, the general of this store is Japanese, she may be able to share this nostalgic thought.

With such expectations, Tatsumi was urged by Calcedonia to step inside the store.

Upon entering the store, the smell of alcohol and various dishes irritated Tatsumi's nose.

As expected by Tatsumi, the first floor seemed to be a liquor store, with a counter in the back of the store and several tables and chairs for four people in the large store.

In some of them there are warcraft-hunting men sitting in armor, turning their inexcusable gaze towards Tatsumi and Calcedonia.

Some of them clearly pointed their inferior gaze at Calcedonia, and Tatsumi casually interrupted her body from that gaze to the position that blocked Calcedonia.

Now Tatsumi and Calcedonia wear thick fur jackets.

Calcedonia is everyday underneath, but Tatsumi is equipped with hard-boiled leather armor and a steel sword at the waist.

Though wearing fur jackets, it is obvious to the warcraft hunters of war that they are equipped with them.

In addition, Tatsumi is now well trained as a cleric warrior. Take one leg and you'll soon find out he's not just an amateur.

That's why the Warcraft hunters don't hesitate to look, but they don't have anything to say. Conversely, if there are people here that can cause something, it is also a sign that it is a inexperienced Warcraft hunt.

Some of them seemed to have realized that Calcedonia was the "Virgin of the Temple of Savaivo," whispering among their peers.

Within the exploring gaze of such warcraft hunters, Calcedonia slowly goes behind the store without the wind she cared about.

One woman who seemed busy working behind the counter was seen in the eyes of Tatsumi, who proceeded with Calcedonia on her feet.

Probably the lady in this store. So, is that guy Japanese?

Tatsumi with such expectations. But soon those eyes were to be opened with amazement.

"Huh?"

Tatsumi saw the woman as she accidentally made a dumb voice.

Is the height lower than that of Tatsumi, roughly around 160 cm? I had a relaxed body and a good battle white skin with Calcedonia.

Long stretched hair is pale blonde. Slightly darker shades than platinum-colored calcedonia. And the color of the eyes is red balls (ruby) and pale balls (sapphire) as opposed to calcedonia.

And most importantly, elongated, pointy ears pointing upwards. That's also the hallmark of that race famous in fantasy.

"Eh, elf...?

That's right.

The woman was an elf.

Until now, Tatsumi has not interacted with people called subhumans.

There are only human beings in the Temple of Savaivo in this city, and subpeople seem to be a minority in the city.

Even to a very rare extent in the city, this is the first time I've seen subhumans so close together.

Did you hear Tatsumi whining earlier, the elf woman turned to Tatsumi and the others? As soon as possible, surprise and joy emerge in its face.

"Mr. Calse!! Not Mr. Calse. Awesome!! Wow, it's been a while. How have you been?

"Yes. I was the one who was out of time. How is the general, too?

"Yes, of course you are. Yikes!! I also work for Mr. Calse...... You have heard rumors about" The Virgin of the Temple of Savaivo "right?

Calcedonian and elf women bickering.

Apparently, this elf woman is the general in this store.

If so, who the hell wrote the sign in Japanese? No way, when Elf couldn't have known Japanese, and Tatsumi thought this was in his heart or not.

Until then, the eyes of an elf woman who had spoken to Calcedonia were turned to Tatsumi.

As soon as possible, it spreads to the face of an elf woman, a great consternation.

She shrugged in a plundering voice as she opened her pale eyes to a glass.

"What...? also, could it be...... if you are from Japan......?

Words zeroed out of the lips of an elf woman. That was definitely the Japanese that Tatsumi was used to.