97-The Hero Got the Ego Sword.

'Did the hero-nim conspire with the demon king?'

Saint Marianne clutched her head in her room with a puzzled expression.

No, to be precise, the expression inner pain might not be appropriate.

In the scene Marian witnessed, her armor looked like a warrior no matter what anyone said.

Rather, it would have been more accurate to say that the hero had planted a spy in the demon king's army, but the saintess could not easily accept that fact.

'No matter what, it's the demon king…?'

It was a fact that Marian knew even before she became a saint that the demon king army was the enemy of mankind.

It wasn't that she was jealous of her because she had done it with a hero, never having her woman in her own guise.

Even so, the reason Marianne hid her appearance her was simple.

She must have been the woman she had seen in the vicinity of Butler's estate before, the woman who was mixing her body with her warrior now she disintegrated into herself.

Her appearance of her was completely different, but to the woman in her hero's room who looked exactly like herself, she had an aura similar to the woman she saw then.

Her problem was that of her, for some reason, she could see herself, and her saintess hid her body her before the Demon Lord woman found her own spiritual body her.

She didn't like the Hero sticking with the Demon King, no, using the Demon King, but she couldn't ruin the chance to get important information.

'I'm sure you said Lilith, right?'

The saintess frowned, remembering the name the hero had called the suspicious woman.

It was because the name of her hadn't sounded so strange to her.

And soon after, the saintess was able to recall who Lilith was.

One of the first demons, a succubus queen who takes on men's spirits.

It was the worst described in the scriptures of Guyanese religion.

'This, this, rotten bitch!'

Marian bit her lower lip in anger.

As much as it was her umma her, it was no wonder that she had a relationship with her her hero her, but that she had her transformation her into her own form her could n't help but be very angry .

She was still Marianne, whom she had never even kissed properly, but thanks to her succubus queen her, she felt like she had become her second husband to the hero.

Crying, so angry that even tears welled up in her eyes, Marianne began chewing her lower lip.

Because of what she was, she didn't ask the warrior for a bed like the other women, and Lilith had ruined it all.

The look on the face of the succubus queen having sex with the hero was even more lascivious than any prostitute on Raksha Street, even to Marian herself.

'It's ruined! Everything is ruined!'

The image of Lilith sucking the sword used by the hero with her strange expression appeared before Marian's eyes her.

In the meantime, Lilith's pussy was eating the hero's cock.

The way she used her mouth and cunt to stimulate her partner was to the point that it reminded me of dealing with several people at the same time.

It was a very vulgar appearance, and it was also the appearance of a succubus queen.

The problem with her was that the lustful-looking face of her was none other than Marianne's.

Marian, who was growing her resentment towards the Succubus Queen, was suddenly engulfed in another question.

'Come to think of it, me… How do you see it?'

When she thought about it, it might not be strange for one of the first demons to see a spiritual body.

However, her problem was that Marianne had done all this while thinking that her spiritual form her was invincible.

Lilith being able to see herself meant that, on the contrary, her hero might have been seeing herself as well.

'Ah, it can't be said.'

Marian shook her head, and she told herself that, but her doubts her once aroused were seldom resolved.

The moment she leaked Lilith's identity while shouting that she couldn't be a hero was right before Marian attacked the Succubus Queen.

It could have been dismissed as a coincidence, but it was a very unfortunate timing.

Hot.

Marian's cheeks began to burn red.

When she had doubts, Marianne couldn't help but think of the many things she had done.

It was standard to sit right next to her and observe what her hero was doing with other women, and she even rubbed her crotch on her sleeping hero's body over her.

'I-I'll have to check this.'

Marianne felt for the first time in her life that she felt her poop strings burn, and she quickly attempted to manifest.

**

'Yes? What is that doing again?'

I, who gave Lilith her gift her from her dwarves her, drove her away and was resting.

It was then that Marian's spiritual body appeared to me while I was lying on her bed and resting.

The problem was that Marianne's behavior was not what she used to be.

Because she waved her hand in front of me or pretended to scream like she was trying to startle me.

The problem was that I could n't even make a sound in my spiritual form, and I was too worn out to be read by her actions her.

I started acting naturally as if Marianne was invisible, and she repeated to tilt her head with a long expression on my face.

As I quietly watched Marian's behavior, I could understand why she acted the way she did.

Perhaps because of her Lilith of her, she seems to have doubts about her own abilities of her.

The corner of my mouth felt like it was about to go up, but I tried to hold back my laughter and let go of the needle.

Although it was annoying that she sneaked up on me every night, I didn't hate her.

'Oh, crazy… !!'

But my composure was broken in an instant.

When I did n't respond, I saw Marian's spiritual body her cautiously approaching my sword, then rubbing my own cunt against my sword.

For a moment, I could see Marian's spiritual body her flinch, but it wasn't because of me.

It was because Marianne, who had been sneaking her genitals into her sword her, seemed to be startled by something, and she quickly disappeared from my room as if to run away.

**

'… Hundred… Go… Give me.'

That was the first thought that came to mind when the warrior's sword became conscious.

His ego his was so uneasy that even the sword himself could not recognize that it was his own voice his.

Like a baby born for the first time in the world, the sword self still had a faint consciousness.

The reason why the warrior's sword became self-possessed was because very coincidental things overlapped.

"Well… Are you lacking some ingredients?"

The blacksmith who made him made it with the same determination to work with a hero, as if he were going to change his soul. Unfortunately, the steel that made up the blade of the sword contained an old dildo used by a certain Dwarf woman.

Originally, if you ride someone's hand for a long time, you will have a soul.

The continent and distant lands called him a goblin, but it was a story that did not need to be known.

In any case, just because the dildo was included did not mean that the hero's sword had an ego.

The dildo melted without a trace in the hot furnace fire, and even the slightest bit of soul was almost all gone.

The problem was that because of Catherine's outstanding skills her, that feeble soul nestled in the sword body her, and that little soul began to regain its energy little by little by the familiar vibration.

Of course, even if there was such a process, there was no way that the ego sword that only appeared in legends could be made.

The first energy the sword accepted was the dark energy of death.

"Damn it! Another weird thing!"

The sword that cut off the arm of Bahamons, who called themselves the Lord of Death, had no choice but to accept Bahamons' fraud in the process, and thus gained very weak energy.

And soon, the sword with the energy of death fell into the hands of a saint with the power of a goddess.

"Hahm… Haaaaa!! Yo, warrior. I'm sorry…!!"

I don't know what kind of saintess there is, but the strange liquid that flowed from the body of the saintess with her divine power began to soak the warrior's sword, and the soul that dwelled in her sword began to absorb that divine power little by little.

In this way, thanks to her saintess her, the soul, which possessed even a weak divine power, gradually began to possess a self.

However, that was just the ego of a certain flower on an unknown mountain, and its soul her was only filled with the desire to survive.

It was just a while ago that such a sword had a will.

"Huh… This, this!! Haaaaang!"

Although weak, the sword containing the energy of death and divine power was exposed to demonic energy again.

Magi, which is similar to but different from fraud, and possesses attributes completely opposite to divine power, was enough to fully awaken the spirit of the small and delicate sword.

'Hundred… Ah… Give me.'

The warrior's sword began to have such a weak ego, and he was muttering unknown words without even knowing it.

"… What is this again?"

The hand of the man he recognized as his own master his grasped the hilt of the sword, and the sword began to project its desire his toward him.

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