--Fuck, you just want to screw me!
Iver was instantly embarrassed and annoyed.
For some reason, he inexplicably felt like a noble young lady or princess being harassed by a crude foreign mercenary...
Besides, where would there be wild sheep and fish in this desert? Weren't they all raised by people?
So whatever you saw was yours, huh?
"How is it, my lord?"
The red-haired Great Chieftain looked at Iver eagerly, her gaze so heated it seemed capable of melting him. "I don't think I'm ugly either—in human eyes, at least. Several of my human lovers have praised my beauty and passion. I could feel your gaze sweeping over me several times just now, couldn't I?"
As she spoke, she proudly thrust out her chest.
It was larger than Hai Na's, almost comparable in size to Cardinal Matilda's.
And this Harpy was at least a head taller than Hai Na, even nearly as tall as Iver. Her breasts were truly bigger than her head.
"...That's because although I've read about the customs of the Harpies in books, it was still somewhat surprising to see them in person for the first time."
Iver coughed lightly and added, "The one I met last time was still wearing a coat when she saw me."
"Oh, Selene? She's my sister; we have the same mother. Didn't you notice that we look somewhat alike?"
Only then did this crude Harpy Great Chieftain finally introduce herself. "By the way, my name is Ero—you can call me that directly. Sorry, I forgot that I still had to give you my name. We don't really value names, especially those of outsiders. Among our own people, we usually use the title someone is best known by... For example, hardly anyone calls Selene by her name. They call her 'Ero's