[Through a certain degree of deep communication, your relationship with Miss Elena seems to have become harmonious.]
[You slept peacefully.]
[This live experience has ended.]
[Do you want to continue with Regular Simulation or Free Simulation?]
Silas felt hard to guess.
Damn.
No matter how covering face, but scene of 'sister-in-law' carefully sticking butt up licking on floor... too weird. Say masochist, looked with X-Ray vision, really virgin again.
Forget it.
Do serious business first.
[Morning, you woke up.]
[You find Miss Elena already prepared food. That is pheasant meat you hunted back. She doesn't have your strength, can't make it very exquisite. But looks appetizing enough.]
[During eating.]
[You always feel Miss Elena peeking at you, seems to have something to say.]
[You ask directly.]
[She hems and haws for a long time, asking, where are you from?]
Sigh.
If first encounter wasn't being tied up, was asking like this...
Also not right.
First seeing her was being ridden, eaten. Even if not tied up, would evolve into this right?
[You tell her, you are an ordinary missionary, unfortunately encountered storm while crossing ocean to spread faith.]
[She asks again, who is Miss Rose you mentioned?]
Is there necessity to answer?
[You answer seriously, is your wife. Beloved wife.]
Have right?
Rather than saying no interest in women, better declare being a married man right away.
No need to brush good person impression. Silas just wants to take her out, complete mission.
[You didn't care what she lowering head was thinking, changed into clean monastic clothes, brought minimum food and water.]
[Of course, these things almost all prepared for her. You don't need much.]
[You didn't stay anymore.]
[Let her follow closely behind, you explore path in front.]
[After night of burning, advancing in fog, your face can always feel touch of floating ash, pungent burning smell.]
[Out of distrust for her fragile constitution, you tore a piece of cloth from monastic clothes, soaked with water, let her cover mouth and nose.]
[Fog everywhere rabbits' corpses shape unclear. You can't know how many they split.]
[But indeed no danger anymore.]
[Only problem is, white fog not only didn't dissipate because of fire, instead became thicker. Hard to distinguish direction.]
[You raise tentacle, cut off top burned tree trunk, cut many times, only then finally distinguish direction through tree stump rings.]
[You don't know how far to walk either.]
[You haven't gone out, maintaining vigilance.]
[Maybe several hours passed, you can find, mountain fire caused by you range bigger than imagined. And because no one extinguished fire for long time, many places still burning.]
[You take Miss Elena slightly detour smoke too strong area.]
[Dark.]
[You still haven't seen exit of fog.]
How far walked to go out before?
Seemed spent several days?
Besides rabbits, anything else? Or rather, is this direction definitely right?
[Occasionally you slow down, stop to let Miss Elena rest. Obviously, her foot power completely incomparable to you.]
[...]
[Early morning.]
[You confirm direction no problem, continue straight hurry, you find, fog starts becoming thin.]
Coming?
[You can't endure, choose to carry Miss Elena on back accelerate.]
[Vision clearer and clearer.]
[You didn't encounter difficult monsters again. In front of you is a dead end, steep cliff blocking your vision, endless at a glance.]
[Fortunately cliff vegetation coverage high, maybe you can try climbing up barehanded.]
[Miss Elena panting, obviously already very tired.]
[You find surroundings besides vegetation, let alone rabbits, not even a bug, very quiet.]
[Your hands-on ability extremely strong, quickly used local materials built simple shed composed of vines.]
[You light bonfire, let Miss Elena stay here, and you decide to climb up first to see.]
[Maybe, Miss Elena wanted to say something because of unease, but didn't say it.]
[You also no time to care, your eyes only have mission.]
[For you, climbing steep cliff also have to say is challenge. Vines on cliff not so reliable as looked.]
[Fortunately you have tentacles, if grabbing empty or pulling vines on cliff by roots having sign of losing footing falling, you can immediately use tentacles stab into rock wall.]
[Can say besides slight fear of heights bringing accelerated heartbeat, you are good at rock climbing.]
[Different from your imagination.]
[Hazy thin mist shrouding end of cliff, didn't cover higher cliff, that is end.]
[Still forest with extremely high vegetation coverage.]
[Not walking far, you smelled burning smell. Like some meat burned, very strong.]
[Walking forward few steps again, you hear slight movement.]
[Seems someone just ahead.]
[You decided...]
[Important Choice Triggered]
[Option 1: Go over directly to see.]
[Option 2: Wait more, watch changes quietly.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
Phew.
[You chose Option 2.]
Although urgent, Silas not urgent for this moment.
He wants to see, is it Roman Church.
"..."
Crunch.
Slight, footsteps breaking leaves or some debris very light. But indeed exist.
"..."
Silas held breath, moved steps along movement. Sky still very dark, he easily hid figure.
Outside forest.
Garbage heap piled into small mountain burning, if say that is garbage... how can garbage have hands and feet?
"..."
Rattle.
Woman pushing unicycle wooden cart, staring straight at Silas's direction.
In cart also lying ragged woman.
"Just feel, something liked is, peeking."
"Why feel liked... so tired."
"..."
Silas whole body stiff. Long time no such creepy feeling.
"You want, sleep with me? Mmh... why want to sleep with you? So tired."
Leaning on unicycle, throwing corpses in cart into garbage heap, is sister-in-law.
But obviously.
Getting along for a while, maybe a bit masochist treated as Juliet sister-in-law, hasn't climbed up yet.
In front sleepy eyes constantly yawning, lazily throwing corpses casually into garbage mountain... or rather, all body shape same, corpses with sister-in-law's face thrown in. Even if appearance same, but that lazy behavior, seems another person.
"Forget it."
"Can I sleep beside you? So tired."
"..."
She seems no intention to attack, taking pillow from unicycle. Constantly yawning to Silas's side.
Just so naturally, fell at Silas's feet. Collar half open, snow-white bulge clearly visible. Eyes indeed closed.
As long as Silas wants, easily can pierce her neck.
"You... exactly are?"
"Oh, Elena... calling this is fine. You don't like sleeping? I'm going to sleep. Mmh..."
She seems really interested in Silas, nose tip approaching Silas's feet. Like snuggling, just breathing steadily, like really fell asleep.
"..."
Silas's head messy.
Staring at burning 'garbage mountain', now know what burnt meat smell is. Inside 'sister-in-law' all eyes and mouth sewn no movement or vital signs corpses.
And at feet, is large mounds heaving also talking living thing.
Corner of eye also has tear mole.
"Hate... when sleeping, doing what. Don't want to move... so troublesome."
"..."
Reaching out lifting her collar, has underwear. Silas just wanted to see, if there is line, if it is Elena eating him first simulation.
But no.
Snow-white large mounds wrapped by bra, left side lower, also has shallow small mole.
How many sisters-in-law exactly here? What is going on with this game exactly?