Place Stanislas, located in the city of Nancy in France’s Lorraine region, was registered as a UNESCO World Heritage Site in 1983.

It was commissioned by Stanislas, Duke of Lorraine.

The square is surrounded by the Nancy Museum of Fine Arts and a triumphal arch, among other buildings.

Note that the "triumphal arch" here is not the famous Arc de Triomphe in Paris, but a different one.

There are multiple triumphal arches in France.

The Arc de Triomphe at Étoile is so famous that many people have come to think of "Arc de Triomphe" as a proper noun.

For a similar reason, there are multiple cathedrals called Notre-Dame.

The most famous is probably Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris.

The historic fire in 2019 is still fresh in everyone’s memory.

While Notre-Dame Cathedral in Paris was closed to tourists due to fire damage and the COVID-19 pandemic, a VR sightseeing system was made freely available starting September 11, 2020.

The software company Ubisoft provided the computer graphics of Notre-Dame Cathedral that they had used in their game Assassin’s Creed Unity.

You should be able to find it by searching for "Notre-Dame de Paris: Journey Back in Time."

Additionally, an official virtual tour by the cathedral itself began on January 15, 2022.

It uses a 500-square-meter space prepared at the Grande Arche de la Défense (a commercial facility). Visitors wear VR goggles and physically walk around to experience 850 years of history from the medieval period when it was built to the present day.

"Notre-Dame" is French for notre dame, meaning "my lady."

This "lady" refers to the Virgin Mary.

In other words, it means "My Lady Mary" Cathedral.

Because many cathedrals across France were named "My Lady Mary," there are multiple Notre-Dame Cathedrals.

By the way, "Dame" comes from "Madame."

There is a theory that the pastry madeleine was named after a woman named Madeleine who created it for Duke Stanislas, and that’s why it took her name. It originated in Lorraine.

It’s quite common for the name of a dish or pastry to come from its creator, so it’s natural that foreign food names often sound like fantasy world character names.

My thoughts derailed, so let’s get back to the World Heritage Site, Place Stanislas.

Now, while Place Stanislas commissioned by Duke Stanislas is a World Heritage Site, its recognition in Japan is probably much lower than that of the Arc de Triomphe or the Eiffel Tower in Paris.

Almost no one knows the full name of Stanislas either.

The full name of the man who created Place Stanislas — King of the Polish–Lithuanian Commonwealth and Duke of Lorraine — is Stanislas Leszczyński.

Les, chin, ski.

Sexless, dick, like.

In other words, my first Sage Mode after returning from space began thanks to the 30-year-old widow dog-girl, Letree-san.

"Good morning, Master."

Letree-san (Leszczyński) at least looked and sounded like a graceful, well-mannered maid serving her master.

However, she was sitting upright between my legs with a glossy, satisfied look on her cheeks. There was no doubt she had just given me a blowjob and swallowed my load.

"Good morning, Letree-san."

This was the kitchen and cooking area. Since the two macho guys had disappeared again like yesterday, the beastmen girls had probably come over.

The widow’s tongue and mouth had gently enveloped my glans, so I felt none of the dick soreness I usually had right after Iferaski’s intense blowjobs.

Huh? Speaking of Iferaski... It’s hard to imagine that girl missing a chance to go after my morning wood. Hmm?

Iferaski was behind Letree-san. Actually, there was now a whole line of dog girls along the wall. Even for me, six in a row from the morning was impossible.

"One person in the morning only."

"Pi?!"

"That’s not fair!"

"Mama’s so sneaky! I want to serve Master too!"

"I want to lick Master’s dick too!"

"I also... want to know what Master’s thickest part tastes like..."

"Yeah... I at least want to smell it..."

I’m really popular, huh.

Well, dogs are creatures that sniff each other’s butts when they meet on walks and lick or smell pee marks, so maybe dog girls are naturally interested in dick.

Or maybe these girls are just all perverts.

"By the way..."

Letree-san spoke as if she had a brilliant, devilish idea.

"Rafilia-san’s skill means the bread she gives out doesn’t decrease, right?"

"Yes. That’s how her skill works."

"Then, if Rafilia-san strokes Masharu-san’s cock, wouldn’t your semen not decrease, letting you cum massively and infinitely over and over again?"

"..."

This woman has the face of a gentle widow but says the most ridiculous things.

However, everyone except me praised Letree-san’s idea enthusiastically.

"I don’t think it would work since it’s not food. Rafilia-san’s skill probably can’t increase it."

Click.

Right as I said Rafilia-san’s name, the door opened and Rafilia-san walked in.

"Is something wrong with my skill?"

"Well, it’s about—"

Before I could say anything, Letree-san shoved her index finger into my mouth to shut me up.

"We were just discussing what exactly can be increased with Rafilia-san’s skill."

"I see. It seems I can increase things like wine and bread that I bought, or soup that I cooked."

"What about milk?"

"I haven’t tried, but I think it should work."

"For example, what if the milk wasn’t bought from a milk seller, but squeezed directly from a cow’s udder?"

"...I hadn’t thought of that. I don’t know what would happen."

"Masharu-san’s coc—"

I realized what Letree-san was about to say and grabbed her wrist, yanking her finger out.

"Haaachoo!"

I forcefully sneezed to cut off Letree-san’s words.

"—should we try squeezing it?"

"Eh?"

"Rafilia-san. It’s cold this morning, isn’t it?"

"Y-yes, it is."

Good. It looked like Rafilia-san didn’t hear.

Even though she has the top-ranked huge breasts and an erotic body, asking a pure saintess "If you stroke my dick, will my semen multiply infinitely?" is not an appropriate question.

I’ll have to discipline Letree-san later.

I never intended to become her owner, but things that need to be taught, I’ll teach with my body.

That said, Letree-san might be a schemer who deliberately tries to get punished and have her nipples played with, so I need to stay alert.

Once Rafilia-san started cooking, the naughty teasing ended. Letree-san stood up and went to help her.

"Who’s a good girl that wants to help?"

When I looked over, the dog girls all stood up at once and rushed toward Rafilia-san.

Well, once all four (probably) non-combatants gathered, they’d only get in the way, but the two adults would probably manage the younger ones well.

The bad girl who wasn’t helping stood there biting her finger, staring fixedly at my crotch.

"Can’t be helped. Here."

"Pi!"

When I beckoned, she crawled on all fours and brought her face close to my groin. I covered Iferaski’s mouth with my hand to block her, then lifted her face and pulled her into a hug.

"Good girl, good girl."

I stroked Iferaski’s back. It was firm and toned from her back to her butt, with nice skin texture.

I’ve been cumming non-stop lately, so sometimes I need to recharge. I can’t just casually let her suck me off. Sorry.

Once I calmed down, I turned Iferaski around and sat her on my lap.

I brought my index finger in front of Iferaski’s mouth. She seemed to understand the situation and sucked on my finger, patiently holding back from going for my dick.

Now then...

Thanks to Letree-san’s morning wood blowjob putting me in Sage Mode, I could recall information about Place Stanislas as clearly as if I had looked it up on Wikipedia. But I also remembered something else.

It was a scene I saw yesterday afternoon while walking through the market.

The female merchant who asked me for wine — she was probably a fox girl.

She was wearing a hood to hide her fox ears. Plus, her nose was sharp enough to notice the smell of wine.

And she had said she wasn’t a resident of Montvant, so she was a traveling merchant.

She traveled between cities and villages selling goods for income.

In other words, she knew the surrounding geography well.

If I asked her, she might know the way to Marglant. If her next destination was Marglant, I could just follow her.

Travel in the Middle Ages was dangerous because of bandits, and this world has monsters too, so it’s probably even more dangerous. I should be useful as an escort.

Alright. I’ll go see her later.