I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Elune's near-runaway reaction and incoherent explanation that day.

seem…

It had a subtle effect.

At least, the elders and elves of Silverdew Village.

He didn't mention words like "marriage" or "husband" in front of her or Lynn, words that would make her blush and her heart race.

A superficial understanding has been reached.

Everyone kept quiet and pretended nothing had happened.

However, while their understanding may be limited to words, it cannot be hidden in their eyes.

Whenever Lynn and Elune inevitably need to appear together due to matters,

Whether it's discussing daily matters.

Or should we plan the location for a new Druid spice testing ground?

The gazes of the surrounding elves would always drift over, seemingly out of nowhere.

There was no coercion in his gaze, but it was full of a kind smile and an ambiguous atmosphere of "we all understand".

Even the most rigid Elder Xihai's stern lips would twitch slightly when he saw them standing together.

This silent stare made Elune feel extremely uncomfortable.

She tried her best to maintain the dignity and composure of a clan leader, attempting to fill every potentially awkward moment with discussions of specific matters.

But her slightly reddened ear tips and occasionally shifty eyes always inadvertently betrayed her unease.

A finger accidentally touching while handing over a document, a chance glance exchanged during a discussion.

These things can make her heart skip a beat.

Even if you try to remain calm and look away, the conversation might stall for a moment.

Even the simple-minded Vera noticed something was wrong.

One afternoon.

Vera watched as her aunt Elune discussed the details of the Druid's Wheel of Destiny with Lynn, and nearly knocked over the glass cup in her hand because of Lynn's unintentional gesture of getting close to explain.

Vera couldn't help but blink her emerald green eyes.

Vera whispered to Leah beside her, "Leah, don't you think..."

"My aunt has been acting a little strange lately... when she's with Mr. Lynn?"

Leah was sipping her freshly made raspberry tea—Lynn's brand new creation.

He paused upon hearing this.

Her platinum-gray eyes glanced at the two people, her gaze flickered, and then she softly hummed in agreement.

Without saying anything more, he simply put a raspberry in his mouth, bit it down hard, and chewed it thoroughly.

It's like she's biting a scumbag.

As for Lynn, he wasn't entirely oblivious.

Those ambiguous glances and Elune's subconscious avoidance made alarm bells ring slightly in his heart, a player who had experienced the "yandere horror" in his previous life.

but.

He subconsciously chose to "temporarily postpone" the strategy—focusing first on the immediate and pressing issues of survival and development.

Relationship problems...

We'll discuss this later.

However, when faced with Elune's unintentional shyness and expectation, he sometimes felt a slight, imperceptible guilt and unease.

It was in this delicate atmosphere.

Lynn received an unexpected hint.

It seems that his own plans have been brought forward with Dogg's help.

[Hint: The crucified priest, Dog Dog Witch, has officially founded the branch of the Belia Cult—the Prophet Salvation Faction]

The Protestant movement pioneered new doctrines—prophetic salvation, equality among believers, and a republic of all races.

The simple doctrines unexpectedly resonated with the desires of certain races, increasing the cult's appeal to weaker races.

[Note: Dog's missionary work has begun to show results, successfully persuading three nearby kobold tribes—the [Stonecrack Tribe], the [Deep Cave Tribe], and the [Thunderstone Tribe]—to pledge allegiance, thus achieving initial consolidation of the kobold power.]

[Note: Doge's missionary work is showing initial success; the Ironhoof Minotaur Tribe and the Bristleboar Tribe have chosen to join your faction.]

[Hint: Your heroic deeds are being sung throughout the forest. You have earned the title "Savior Prophet" and the potential claim: Salvation—Unifying the Magic Forest (Outer Boundaries).]

A series of messages flowed through Lynn's consciousness.

Dog, this guy, has actually made a name for himself by preaching?

The claimed acquisition, the title of the prophet of salvation, and the claim that it was obtained made Lynn's subsequent actions seem legitimate.

just.

Lynn was puzzled as to why the Silver Dew Settlement had not yet joined his camp.

[System Prompt]

The people of the Silver Dew tribe are devoted to you, but a crucial ritual seems to be missing before they can join your ranks.

ceremony??

What kind of ceremony?

Elves don't engage in any kind of demonic rituals.

What kind of ceremony is it?

Lynn was somewhat confused.

Lynn looked up at the elves in the room, their eyes filled with ambiguous glances, while Elune, blushing, was handling her affairs.

And Vera, who was whispering to Leah.

Should we ask?

Could it be that the Silver Dew tribe is hiding something?

Didn't even your past self realize it?

While Lynn was thinking, Sheena walked in.

"Chief, Prophet, guests have arrived from the east of the forest," Sheena said succinctly.

"A group of cat-like orcs from the Nightshade tribe claimed to have heard the ancient tree's chant about the prophet saving the outskirts of the forest, and came to Silverdew Village to seek an audience with the prophet."

Lynn asked curiously, "Cat-like orcs? Tell them to wait a moment."

The atmosphere at the entrance of Silver Dew Village was certainly not harmonious.

The lead cat warrior, Fang, was agile and composed, engaging in a polite conversation with one of Sheena's elven rangers.

But the team is on the side and behind.

When Lynn appeared.

A petite figure was tense all over. She had orange hair tied in a simple ponytail, and a pair of cat ears of the same color stood up alertly.

Her amber vertical pupils stared intently at Lynn as he approached, her tail with ringed markings swishing nervously across the ground.

Ok.

He seems a bit agitated.

As Lynn's figure drew closer, the cat-eared girl's hostility reached its peak.

"Humans?! Why are humans here?"

Her voice was shrill with anger, and she ignored Fang's deep rebuke.

Her figure suddenly blurred, and she immediately activated her Spinosaurus form!

The cat's innate agility exploded to its limit, and with both hands gripping sharp scimitars, it charged straight at Lynn with a sharp whooshing sound!

"Amber! Stop!" Fang Fang exclaimed in alarm.

The elven ranger beside him instinctively tried to move, but Lynn stopped him with a look.

Lynn looked at the petite figure rushing towards him, feeling nothing at all, and even a little amused.

His strength as an intermediate-level warrior is quite good compared to his peers.

but.

For him, a "prophet" with countless combat experiences from his past life, insight comparable to a super-class, and who had just stabilized his intermediate knight's physical attributes, it was simply not enough.

Lynn didn't even use magic.

Just as Amber's scimitar was about to touch his collar, Lynn seemingly casually shifted his foot, his body moving to the side by a hair's breadth, while his right hand shot out like lightning.

This is not a block.

Instead, he precisely slipped through the gap in her attack and grabbed the leather strap at the back of her neck!

Then, lift it upwards.

"Meow?!"

The momentum came to an abrupt halt.

Amber felt an irresistible force coming at her, and she instantly lost her balance.

Like a kitten being lifted off the ground by the scruff of its neck, she kicked in vain a few times.

She was completely stunned, her amber eyes filled with disbelief.

Lynn picked up the fluffy little cat girl and weighed her in her hand; she was quite light.

His gaze swept over the other man's tail, which was thrashing wildly in shock, anger, and shame, almost striking his arm.

Lynn thought of her old family's Big White.

Suddenly, some common knowledge about felines flashed through my mind.

With lightning speed, Lynn's free left hand precisely pinched the base of Amber's tail, just below it.

This is a soft area where a cat's nerve endings are particularly concentrated.

"Meow—Aaaaaaah!!!"

A shrill, distorted scream instantly echoed throughout the settlement.

All of Amber's struggles froze completely at that moment, and then, as if all her bones had been removed, her whole body went limp.

His originally fierce little face turned bright red at a visible speed, spreading from his cheeks to his neck, and even the tips of his ears turned pink.

Her amber eyes instantly welled up with tears, and her previous aggressive demeanor vanished without a trace, leaving only shame and panic.

"Let go...not there!"

"don't want..."

"Please let go! Please!"

"Waaah..."

Amber's voice was choked with sobs, barely audible, and her tail stiffened as if electrocuted, trembling slightly.

The effect is outstanding and immediate.

The entire room fell silent.

Fang and the other orc warriors were dumbfounded.

The elves all turned to look.

Leah's lips were puffed out.

Vera covered her mouth.

Lynn seemed to realize that she had gone a bit too far.

But petting a cat does feel good.

So some people were reluctant to leave.

Slowly, I released my fingers from the tail and gently placed the limp, trembling amber on the ground.

Amber curled up as soon as it landed.

She clutched her "humiliated" tail tightly with both hands, burying her flushed and burning face in her knees.

Her cat ears drooped completely, and she let out a whimper filled with grievance and shame.

It kept muttering, "I'm not clean, meow, I'm not clean, meow..."

She seemed like a virtuous young girl who had just been defiled.

Just then, Sheena awkwardly stepped forward and introduced, "Captain Fengya, this is the prophet who shot down the Skyfire and protected the forest, Lord Lynn."

Fangya snapped out of his daze and quickly stepped forward, apologizing on behalf of his companion with a complicated tone: "Amber is young, and because her tribe was wiped out by humans, she harbors prejudice against humans due to blood feud, and acts impulsively. Please forgive her, Your Excellency the Prophet."

"It's alright." Lynn patted non-existent dust off his hands, his tone calm.

"Painful memories deserve respect, but that is not a reason to lash out at the innocent."

Lynn looked at the ball of cats on the ground: "My name is Lynn Sias."

The Prophet! It really is him!

Fang and the orcs were filled with awe.

"Brother, are you alright?" Leah rushed to Lynn's side immediately, glancing warily at the catgirl curled up on the ground.

Vera's gaze also fell on Lynn with concern.

What could possibly happen to Lynn?

I even got to pet the cat.

On the ground, Amber quietly lifted her gaze slightly from the crook of her arm.

Her face was flushed, and her cat-like eyes were blurry with tears. She looked at Lynn, then at the elf, and finally her gaze fell on Lynn, who was being subtly protected in the center by the crowd.

A prophet? A savior prophet?

Is it him?

But... he just pinched my tail! And he pinched it so hard...!

Shame and a lingering hostility mingled with the facts before his eyes and the legends he had heard.

The fighting inside Amber's tiny head made the emotions in those amber cat eyes even more complex and difficult to understand.