"In another world, you still can't commit bigamy." - I really don't know what I was thinking.

"Mr. Raul, water, water!"

"Oh, sorry, sorry."

I was so busy looking at people that the water had overflowed from the clay jar. Apologizing, I took the jar from her hand and poured some water back into the well. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I do anything right...

"Let me take it back for you..."

"Ah, that would be troublesome, Mr. Raul."

Then I entered the house...

I entered the house! How could I just enter a single woman's house like this?!

But it was too late now, I could only put the water jar back in its place and leave as soon as possible. Once my wife woke up, I would never be able to explain what happened between me and this woman.

"Could you hand that to me?"

"Ah? Ah, this?"

The witch with black long hair lifted up the wet part of her cloak and wrung it out carefully. I handed her the towel hanging by the side. A man should first learn to control his eyes, even though eyes are made for seeing, they shouldn't see everything. For example, I shouldn't be staring at her ankles right now.

"I'm sorry, I..."

"It's okay, it's okay."

"And thank you for yesterday."

"Hehe, it's nothing. The house hasn't been lived in for a long time."

Why does this witch have no sense of danger? After wringing out her cloak, she sat on the bed and began wiping the water off her legs. The cloak slipped down her thighs, producing a gradient of pink and white under the pressure on the heels at the edge of the bed. The lower leg and the thigh overlapped in the simplest parabolic trajectory, creating the greatest dream for men. The black fabric, moistened by water, became profound against the backdrop of snow-white skin.

Coughing twice from my throat, hoping to remind her, and also remind myself.

"Please sit."

But this reminder was too obscure. The witch meaninglessly brushed her messy hair away from her forehead, responding with a beautiful smile. And, how am I supposed to sit?! There's no chair in this room, just a bed. Where do you expect me to sit?

To sit or not to sit, that is the question.

In the end, I sat at the edge of the bed, facing away from her. I believed that all her exposed actions were unintentional, I've seen many women's legs, and you're not the most beautiful one, and anyway, a couple of glances would be enough.

That being said, it doesn't really help controlling my eyes. Maybe it's because I haven't seen human legs for so long, I sneakily glanced at the witch who was revealing her other leg.

"What's wrong?"

"Oh, nothing."

I gestured for her to continue wiping, while my heart started to struggle. I am a married man, and as long as I remember that, I can keep myself in check no matter the moral dilemma.

"Mr. Raul, would you like some water?"

"Ah, no, thank you."

I should leave now, if I don't leave soon, things will get unimaginably troublesome!

But then this woman sat next to me, well, before my butt could even lift, a seemingly friendly aura pressed it back down. She handed me a glass of water, didn't I say I don't want to drink...?

Even if it's meant to be friendly, there's no need to sit this close, and why did she reveal her thighs again, didn't she already dry them?

"Mr. Raul, you must be a very kind person..."

"Ah, well...probably? I guess..."

"Hmm... to me, you are very kind too."

The witch tilted her face up, showing off the wet, alluring gaze of a woman. I cleverly turned my head to focus on the glass, the craftsmanship of this glass is really good, look at this wood, look at this sturdy handle... Sigh, don't do this, don't touch my hand.

This woman placed my hand on her thigh.

...

Let me say it again, I am a married man.

Let me say it again, I am a married man, I only love my wife.

Let me say it again, I am a married man, I can face all sorts of temptations without wavering.

"I'm sorry."

I pulled my hand back, walked to the door, and finished the water in the glass in one gulp.

"Let's go out for a walk."

I said the best transitional dialogue I had in my mind and then pushed the door open. If she understood, then this thing didn't happen, after all, we still had to live here for a few days, and I didn't want to say anything too harsh.

"Alright."

"Let's go~"

I gestured for her to go, and the witch flicked her black cloak and walked out of the room with me. I had grown up. I wouldn't let all the blood in my brain rush down to my body anymore. I really wanted to applaud myself for being so determined~

"How should I address you?"

"Ah, you can call me Evie."

"Alright, Evie, do you... in the mornings..."

But as soon as the applause sounded in my head, I saw Medusa standing outside the tent...

Here it comes, the worst situation imaginable. This is what people often call a battlefield, right?

Stay calm. I didn't do anything that would betray my wife. There was no need to show the awkwardness on my face. Random explanations couldn't solve the problem. I couldn't believe that after overcoming the barrier of our different races and killing five bad guys together, we would lose trust because of this misunderstanding for over a hundred and fifty days!

But at that time, I didn't know that Medusa was a creature with an extremely strong sense of jealousy.

My wife took out her bow and aimed it at the witch whose name I just learned. Reasoning with a woman was useless because most women could tolerate logic being overturned but could not allow their emotions to be trampled upon, even if it was just a tiny bit.

"Wife, stop!"

"Why?"

"I touched her, but I didn't do anything else."

"No, I don't want to hear it."

I tried to stand in front of Evie, not letting my wife's arrow threaten her. And Evie seemed a little panicked, following closely behind me. "Misunderstandings between the opposite sexes" were the most unsolvable problem, and it troubled countless couples.

"Wife, I won't deceive you because you won't deceive me either. I touched her, but I didn't do anything else. I won't do anything to make my wife sad."

"You are my wife. One person can't have two wives!"

"Oh, right, although she has legs, she doesn't have snakes in her hair!"

My wife raised an eyebrow, implying that there was something else to say. I shrugged, indicating that I had said everything because I said everything while looking into her eyes. Even if she shot me with an arrow and killed me, I would accept it. It was I who went to help someone else first, which resulted in what happened after entering the house.

For me, "truth" was sometimes more important than "life." That's how it was for my parents and grandparents. They would say what they did and prioritize whether you were telling the truth, regardless of how big your mistake was. Even something as trivial as dirtying a towel was the same.

So, I hoped my wife could understand this principle because she was now my family.

"Oh, what's going on here again?"

Seeing Grandma Panary approaching, my wife put away her arrow, didn't say a word, and sulkily returned to the tent like an angry lover. I quickly apologized to Grandma Panary and hurried back to the tent.

"What else...?'

My wife curled up in the corner like she used to, looking extremely hurt.

"Um... nothing, I just... wanted to be by your side."

"Hmph."

Oh my god, wife, when did you become so stubborn? I tried to lean over to comfort her, but I was intimidated by her little snakes.

"Well, here's what happened. In the morning, she wanted to fetch some water, so I went to help her..."

"And then?"

"And then the water spilled, yes, it spilled, and her clothes got wet..."

"And then you entered the house?"

"Uh... yes, I entered the house."

"And then?"

"And then... it's my fault. I touched her."

"Where did you touch her?"

"Here."

I pointed to my leg.

"..."

"Wife... I..."

"I'm not like humans. You still prefer humans, right?"

"No... I..."

"Hmph."

Stop using such a cutesy voice to say "hmph," I don't like it!

Her flexible tail stretched in front of me, and my wife turned her face away as if to say: "Then touch me too." I avoided the tip of her tail and gently rubbed my hand against the smooth scales. Suddenly, my hand was yanked, and along with it, I was pulled in front of her.

"A person cannot have two wives... is that what you said?"

"Of course, my wife."