At the End of the Hidden Greenery - Chapter 128
“I understand that you feel there’s nothing to do. How about I prepare some food?”
“Food?”
“Yes, when hosting guests, we typically make food. That’s how it is in our original world.”
“I see…”
“And Helkainis mentioned that the female manifestation might bring a gift. So, this could be a token of gratitude.”
“…”
Callan’s expression suddenly hardened.
“Well, that would require some preparation.”
“Right?”
“No, just us. You don’t have to do anything. Understand? You absolutely must not. A token of gratitude…?”
Jiwoo tilted her head in confusion at Callan’s shocked reaction.
Even after living in El Ragneil for quite some time, she still occasionally sensed cultural differences like this.
Gifts seemed to carry the meaning of camaraderie, and it was common sense that she exchanged gifts with her husbands, so the idea of giving a gift itself wasn’t strange.
After reflecting more on the context, it seemed the discomfort stemmed specifically from the notion of a gift being a token of gratitude. If he didn’t like it so much, Jiwoo had no intention of preparing a gift.
‘Is it really okay not to do anything at all?’
While Jiwoo pondered how to respond, Callan suddenly took her hand.
“It seems like you’ve given up too much since coming here. I haven’t been able to give you much, yet you’re full of jealousy…”
“…Huh?”
“We’ll do better for you.”
This felt slightly off-topic. What had just happened? They had been discussing gifts, but the topic had veered into strange territory.
Regardless, he emphasized that they had many preparations to make regarding the female manifestation’s arrival and left, asking for her understanding.
Perhaps it was because she had just gotten up after feeling unwell. She had received attentive care and felt warm memories, yet watching his retreating figure stirred something in her heart.
…Was she just feeling isolated? That must be just an illusion.
* * *
And it was from that moment on that her husbands became unusually busy.
“How do you think this looks? Does it suit me?”
“You might need to cut your hair a bit.”
“…Short hair doesn’t suit me, that’s a problem.”
Hearing them whispering among themselves, Jiwoo stepped forward. Even when she tried to approach quietly, the men, who usually noticed her presence, seemed particularly oblivious today.
“What are you doing?”
As Jiwoo spoke, all their ears turned towards her.
“Gasp!”
“You, you scared me!”
With the startled Enci, her husbands hurriedly hid the coats and decorations they were holding behind them. Their reaction was exaggerated, as if they had just encountered a brazen intruder while bathing.
“Couldn’t you hear my footsteps?”
“We were focused… What’s going on?”
That was strange too. She knew they had excellent hearing, particularly for sounds she made, whether it was her voice, footsteps, or even her breathing and heartbeat.
“Well…I just noticed everyone has been quietly doing something lately, so I came to see.”
As they flinched, the sound of clinking jewelry echoed around them. It seemed they were discussing how to adorn themselves again.
El Ragneil had a particularly wide variety of decorative items, especially for men, which served various purposes. This beautiful race had a strong affinity for enhancing their appearance.
This time, it seemed they wanted advice from the most handsome among them, as Enci was at the center of the group. Jiwoo looked around for a place to sit.
“Can I watch from the side?”
“Watching is…”
Their unexpectedly hesitant response made Jiwoo pause. She had assumed they would invite her to sit beside them.
“Is it not allowed?”
They exchanged glances before letting out a sigh.
“Ah, sorry for startling you. We’re a bit… on the conservative side.”
“…Conservative?”
She must have misheard that.
After accepting thirty husbands, they couldn’t possibly say something like that.
“I have thirty husbands, you know.”
“Right.”
“And we all bathe together.”
“We’re the ones who serve you. It’s always an honor.”
“When we went to play by the waterfall last time, you even engaged in… tickle games.”
She felt her face heat up at that memory.
“…At night, there are always at least two of you who snuggle in with me.”
“Oh, of course. How about I be one of them today?”
“If it’s alright with you, I’d like to join as well…”
Two husbands who had moved closer shyly took her wrist and pressed their lips against the back of her hand. At first, she found this behavior quite awkward and unfamiliar, but she was gradually growing accustomed to it.
However, just when Jiwoo thought she had learned nearly everything, something new would pop up again.
“But can’t I watch you getting ready?”
“That’s a bit…”
Wait…
Why not?
Someone hesitated before asking on behalf of the others,
“Isn’t Jiwoo a bit too open-minded?”
“Me?”
She couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of it. Covering her mouth to stifle her laughter, it ultimately erupted uncontrollably.
They all have s*x together, bathed together, and at night, there were always at least two of them who snuggled in with her—yet they wanted her not to watch while they prepared themselves?
“These people say they accept thirty husbands but then claim they can’t do this?”
“Wait a moment, Jiwoo. Come here.”
Unable to stand it any longer, Enci stepped in.
He took Jiwoo’s hand and led her away from the spot where the others were gathered.
“I’ll explain. So, in this case… um…”
He then paused for quite a while, contemplating, while Jiwoo patiently waited.
Enci’s appearance was now more dazzling than ever.
In the past, he had always worn a hood pulled down low, dressed in dark clothing to conceal himself. Even when he took off the hood, he would cover half his face. If that wasn’t possible, he would let his hair fall over his face.
But now, he was fully revealed. In fact, showing his forehead like that was more visually appealing.
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