Hiro's hands encircled Furina's voluptuous body as he gently ran his fingers through her chocolate-brown hair. The fullness of her massive melons pressing against his chest was more than enough to arouse him.
Furina felt his growing erection, and a small, triumphant smile spread across her face.
She nestled deeper into Hiro's embrace, as though trying to merge with him, savoring his scent. She subtly shifted her body, relishing the sensation of Hiro's cock pressing against her.
Meanwhile, Tara stood frozen, her mouth agape in shock at the scene unfolding before her.
It seemed what Hiro had told her wasn't entirely a lie. He truly hadn't used his position as Lord to coerce her mother into anything.
Just look at them, shamelessly indulging in each other right in front of her!
Unable to bear the sight any longer, she stepped forward and said, "Ahem, ahem! I think you've comforted my mother enough, My Lord. And you, Mom—if you want a hug, I'll give you one!"
With that, she pulled them apart, gripping each of them by the shoulder.
Furina gave an awkward smile as it dawned on her that she had completely forgotten about her daughter. Her mind swirled with conflicting emotions—an intense desire to abandon everything for Hiro battling against the weight of her guilt.
To hide her awkward expression, she pulled Tara into a hug.
"I'm so glad you're okay, Tara," she said softly.
Tara returned the hug, her tense expression softening. Above all else, she was relieved her mother was safe.
"I should be the one saying that to you, Mom! Unlike you, I wasn't attacked by a horde of monsters—and Lord Hiro was with me. Oh, oh! Guess what? I even leveled up!"
Hiro stood to the side, quietly observing as the mother and daughter caught up.
The surrounding fog was slowly but surely lifting, and the air began returning to its previous clarity.
Tara informed Furina that they hadn't been able to find the Goddess Statue. Monsters usually kept their distance from the statue unless they were extraordinarily powerful.
This implied that either Tara had hallucinated about the statue, a powerful monster was nearby, or other humans or civilized species had taken it.
None of these possibilities were comforting to consider.
Towards the end of their conversation, Furina appeared to recall something.
"Something strange happened when the fog first appeared. It felt like I lost consciousness and found myself walking involuntarily toward that oddly shaped building. It was as if someone or something was calling me, urging me to come closer."
"You too, Mom!?"
"You felt the same thing?" she asked, concern now etched across her face.
"Yes, I felt a strange pull for a moment, but Lord Hiro snapped me out of it."
Hiro stayed silent, intrigued by the strange compulsion both Tara and Furina had described. He hadn't experienced anything like it himself.
"In my case, I wandered quite far from the tent... before snapping out of my stupor. Then I hurried back."
She chose not to reveal that it was the memory of her intimate time with Hiro that had brought her back to her senses.
"What! That was so dangerous!" Tara exclaimed, pulling her mother into a tight hug.
Monsters seemed to be lurking in the fog after all. It must have been terrifying for Furina, who didn't even have a Class.
Then, Tara appeared to recall something important.
"We completely forgot about my dad!" she blurted out.
Furina's expression also grew worried. Although she despised Bob, their relationship was complicated, and she didn't want him to fall victim to the monsters.
"He went that way to chop wood. We should check on him," Furina suggested.
Splitting up would be unwise right now. The fog, whatever it was, hadn't fully dissipated, though the air was slowly clearing.
Hiro nodded, and the three of them set off together.
As they moved, Hiro reflected on the monsters' behavior. The goblin riders had been unusually calm. In contrast, the previous hobgoblins they fought had made all kinds of guttural noises during their battles, screaming and struggling before their deaths.
However, the goblin riders Hiro had just fought were relatively subdued. They weren't entirely silent, but they were far quieter than expected. They faced their deaths with an eerie calmness that reminded Hiro of his own 'Humans are too small before the Universe' philosophy.
Although intrigued, Hiro did not delve too deeply into the thought. His lazy mind naturally let it slip away after a while.
'I'll just go with the flow for now,' he thought.
Some time later, they managed to find Bob.
He was crouching beneath a tree, muttering something under his breath. His eyes were tightly shut, and his hands clamped over his ears.
"If I can't see the monsters, the monsters can't see me. If I can't see the…"
Furina and Tara stared at him, dumbstruck by his cowardice. Hiro, meanwhile, couldn't resist a mischievous grin as he crept up behind Bob and grabbed his shoulders.
"Mommyyy! I'm not tastyyy!"
Bob shot up with a jolt, nearly bolting before he realized the figures of his wife and daughter standing in front of him, their faces frozen in expressionless disbelief.
Turning around, he saw Hiro standing there with a playful smile.
"M-My Lord! You're here… hehe…"
Bob forced out an awkward smile, the weight of what had just happened dawning on him. It was the kind of memory that would haunt him on sleepless nights, making him cringe in embarrassment.
Desperate to escape his humiliation, he straightened up and adopted a serious expression. "My Lord! You have to be careful, okay? Just a while ago, I heard the sounds of beasts nearby. They might still be lurking in these woods."
"You don't have to worry about that, Bob. I've already taken care of them."
"What!? Taken care of them, you say… but how?"
Bob's jaw dropped. Hadn't Hiro claimed to be just a Level 1? Sure, he'd mentioned he wasn't an ordinary Level 1, but Bob hadn't taken those words seriously.
Hiro didn't bother explaining.
"How's progress with the shelter?" he asked, changing the subject.
Bob scratched his head at the question. His told Hiro about what he had been up to. His response made Hiro want to facepalm.
Apparently, Bob was trying to build him a luxurious wooden cottage instead of a simple shelter. And he was gathering wood from oak trees of all options available to him!
"Bob…"
Hiro was so speechless that he simply massaged his forehead with his fingers, unsure what to say to Bob, who was very enthusiastic about his grand project.
Noticing his lord's displeasure, Bob said, "My Lord! Don't worry. I'll try to speed up the process as much as I can. But due to the nature of the materials, it will still take… a few weeks."
Before Hiro could say anything, it was Furina who spoke in a tone filled with uncertainty. "There are spruce trees in the area as well. Wouldn't it be better to use that wood to build a quick makeshift shelter first? It can be worked without seasoning too…"
The tone in which Furina spoke made her appear unconvincing and hesitant.
Upon hearing her words, Bob huffed. "What do you know? I'm the builder here. Don't create unnecessary diversions in my work with your ignorant suggestions."
Furina flinched at Bob's harsh rebuke.
Tara frowned when she saw her father speaking to her mother like that. Hiro's words echoed in her mind once again. She also recalled that this wasn't the first time Bob had spoken harshly to Furina...
Hiro, on the other hand, pretended not to notice. Internally, he was quite pleased for various reasons.
Reasons like the worsening relationship between Furina and Bob.
Reasons like not every one of the three citizens in his realm being an absolute moron.
Despite his thoughts, he spoke in his usual easygoing tone. "Furina is not wrong, Bob. Our first priority is to get a simple roof over our heads. Luxury can come later, even for me, the Baron."
Furina's face lit up since Hiro had acknowledged her suggestion.
Hiro convinced Bob to switch the type of wood he was working with. Bob begrudgingly agreed. Internally, his hatred for Furina grew, and he thought that she was trying to make him look bad before Hiro.
They moved their feet to an area with spruce trees, and Hiro decided to try something out.
"I'm going to do something as an experiment," he said. He wanted to use his abilities to speed up the process of constructing a shelter for himself.