Actively lifting her nun’s habit to expose her body to a young boy…

So embarrassing…

This wasn’t just Sister Elsa’s thought.

It was Airi’s too.

Except beyond the shyness, Airi felt a tiny spark of excitement.

Perhaps the more innocent a girl seemed, the more she secretly craved… teasing boundaries.

She loved Roy’s gaze on her body.

That intense focus, that care…

It made Airi tremble with excitement.

She wanted to drown in his eyes.

It made her wonder:

If it were Roy… slipping off her skirt, lifting her legs…

Would it really be so difficult?

"C-Can we stop now, Roy?"

Elsa couldn’t help but urge him, nearly overwhelmed by her own shyness.

Though she appeared more mature as the elder sister,

she might actually be the more conservative and pure one.

"Done, Elsa."

"Phew…"

The girl instantly sagged with relief.

But beside Elsa, Airi still held up her skirt hem,

revealing her safety shorts and smooth, tender stomach.

As if her sister’s permission to lower her skirt

had nothing to do with her.

"Airi!"

Elsa gasped, grabbing Airi’s wrist to pull her skirt down.

Honestly.

This sisterly duty was exhausting.

First herself—

and now even Airi acted strangely around Roy!

Airi bit her lip.

*What a shame.*

She’d wanted to show Roy more, to hike her skirt even higher…

But with her sister here, she’d better not.

The girl was still new to standing,

so she practiced clumsy steps right there.

Adorably awkward.

Elsa and Roy began talking seriously.

"I never expected this."

"Does this mean I’m part of the Hero too?"

"History has no record of one Goddess granting two blessings."

"It’s likely not two blessings," Roy mused, "but one split in two."

"What do you mean?"

Though mature, Elsa instinctively relied on the younger yet dependable Roy.

"Saint Aurora—the previous Hero chosen by the Goddess of Light. You must know her?"

"Saint Aurora is our church’s guardian! How could I not?" Elsa protested.

"Then you know her legends better than I. She wielded both ‘Healing Guard’ and ‘Demon Purge’ powers."

"Exactly. Those were her divine authorities."

"You’re saying…!"

Elsa’s eyes widened in realization.

Roy nodded with a faint smile.

"Yes. The Goddess didn’t create two Heroes."

"One Hero’s power was divided—given to you and Airi."

"Airi bears the ‘Holy Lance of Light.’ That’s the ‘Demon Purge’ authority."

"And your ‘Guardian Wings’… that must be ‘Healing Guard’."

Things just got interesting.

Elsa and Airi would need to cooperate to unleash the full Hero’s power.

Roy pondered how this change might reshape the future.

Like a butterfly’s wings—could it stir a storm?

After a silent moment,

Elsa accepted the truth, half hopeful, half anxious.

She had no idea how to use "Healing Guard,"

nor how to be a Hero overnight.

But at least Roy was unharmed by that demon.

Her gaze drifted to the demon’s corpse on the grass.

The holy lance had vanished, leaving only sin incarnate.

This needed reporting to the Adventurer’s Guild.

"I’ll find President Enlil," Roy said quickly.

"Stay here with Airi, Elsa."

"Be careful, Roy—"

But the boy was already sprinting toward town.

Once out of their sight,

Roy slowed, staring at a rustling bush ahead.

*Probably a long-eared white rabbit hiding there.*

Next moment, a "white rabbit" popped out—

Elven Maid Isabella, eyes gleaming with excitement.

She knelt before Roy, one knee on the earth,

her gaze brimming with reverence.

"Just as you foretold, Master."

"The Heroes have appeared!"

"You… are truly this era’s King of the World!"

"Now’s the time for your second plan!"

"A plan?" Roy tilted his head. "I do have one. But tell me yours first."

Isabella nodded eagerly.

*He’s testing if I understand his will—*

*to serve him flawlessly.*

Thrilled by his trust, she flushed and spilled her theory:

"Master surely intends…"

"To corrupt the Heroes!"

"To make them submit body and soul!"

"To turn them into livestock who can’t live without you!"

"…?"

"To build a Succubus paradise on earth!"

"To turn the world into your personal pasture!"

"…?!"

*Girl, your thoughts are dangerous.*

How did this native Elvenfolk maiden

know more pervy tropes than him, an isekai’d soul?

Was the rumor true—that beneath Elvenfolk purity

lurked a filthy mind?

Roy scratched his cheek awkwardly.

"W-well… not a bad idea."

"Eh?!"

"Not bad" sounded like praise,

but Isabella knew it meant she’d missed his true plan entirely!

Panic seized her.

Worse—she’d just exposed herself

as a perverted elf who overthought things!

*Poof!*

A pink steam mushroom burst above her head.

Literally *blushing to explosion*.