CH-10

"Yes, why are you asking?" 

Ingrid responded to Rollo with a smiling and curious expression.

She did not appear to be disgusted by his appearance or company.

She sounded like she didn't mind talking with him. 

"I'm asking because I suddenly feel like a damsel in distress," 

He replied, smirking.

Ingrid understood Rollo's meaning and responded with a toothy giggle,

"I apologize for jumping between the two of you so hastily, but my brother isn't exactly easy to deal with for most people. Despite his immaturity and sloppy behavior... I was in our neighborhood today and decided to help an innocent bystander. Are you a visitor to town? I would have noticed if you were from around here."

Rollo nodded and said, 

"Thanks, but I can look after myself; you don't have to worry, though I'm grateful. And yes, I am a visitor to town. Why? Do you want to show me around?"

The woman in front of him was not unattractive; in fact, like most women in this world, she looked better than he remembered.

Like, a lot better.

He could make women healthier, sexier, stronger, and more beautiful, so he wasn't concerned about that.

It was something nice, however.

Ingrid wasn't shy, she said, catching a sexy hint, 

"Show you around?" If you are okay with it, I can do it... It is my day off today, and I am not required to attend to the security and needs of my mistresses."

She gave up more information than she needed, so Rollo noticed a peculiar detail and asked, 

"Mistresses?"

Ingrid began walking, leading the way, and proudly stated, 

"Yes, I and a few other female attendants serve Princess Aslaug and her equally noble relative; they are not originally from here."

"I was fortunate to meet the princess and find work as her protector a few years ago while on a training trip."

"Have you heard of her?"

"Her father is a household name."

Rollo shook his head, 

"No; who's her father?"

Ingrid began to proudly recount the deeds of valor and splendor of the witch's father. Meanwhile, he couldn't stop thinking about the noble relative mentioned.

The tour of town culminated in a lunchtime tavern, where they purchased food and began discussing other topics of interest as well as their own lives.

For the time being, he kept his face the same and went by the name Gandalf.

He didn't need to think of complicated ways to approach women using his real face and name anyway. After having sex with them and being strengthened or healed in some way, he formed a bond that he could use to coerce them to keep his secrets.

The only reason he didn't want to demonstrate his teleportation had nothing to do with such concerns about secrets.

Rollo was able to use his brain effectively, despite his dislike for overthinking… 

Indeed, just because his women could keep his secrets to themselves did not mean they couldn't hurt or ambush him.

Those were two entirely different matters.

XX

Outside the culinary establishment.

Some time later.

Rollo, more horny than ever and having finally found good female company, asked the drunk and fed Ingrid, 

"So what are you doing now? Have you any plans for the rest of the day, such as training or anything?"

It was barely midday, despite the fact that the sun and its sweltering, scorching rays never made a particularly prominent shine from the sky in these foggy and dreary Norse nations.

The weather on Gotland appeared to be even worse and more overcast.

"I wasn't planning anything special for the rest of the day... Do you have anything in mind?" 

Ingrid responded immediately, clearly eager to get to know each other better…

She was not shy, and this was not a world in which women had normal moral standards, particularly viking ones.

Fucking during the first meeting was considered normal for those who wanted to do so.

"Yes, how about we get some wine and ale and get to know each other better at my place? I have a large room with plenty of space to lounge around at the inn."

Rollo made the offer with a controlled smile, not wanting it to appear too smirky and presumptuous.

Ingrid pretended to think for a moment before responding, 

"I think I can get along with that idea, but I can't seem to outdrink you, so go easy on me, will you? I still have work tomorrow."

Thump!

Rollo tapped his chest in a reliable manly fashion, presenting himself as trustworthy as he cheerfully and politely stated, 

"No problem with that. I'm also buying, by the way."

Of course, since the date-like tour began, he has been buying everything as the man. Especially in this kind of Viking culture.

Women were relatively free and could do whatever they wanted, but this was mostly true for wartime and on battlefields.

Manly traditions like men proudly wearing their father's names would remain unchanged.

Women who are pregnant would not go to war either, unless their men were a man named Bjorn, who couldn't exert control over, reign over his woman.

XX

**Author's Note: 

Could not write too much.

Sorry for the short length of the last two chapters.

Also, as I mentioned on the front page of the fanfic, in the synopsis, the sex scenes will be extremely brief because I am terrible at them.**