Abasdarhon's Castle

When they arrived in the forest, Hanzo was pondering what he had heard during the past few hours spent in the company of the slave girl. Could a demoness transform into a dragon? What absurdity... And yet, something wouldn't let him rest. If he was going to keep her around and use her in battles, he should find out what the truth is, so as not to be considered a fool if some situation in the future turns out to have grim prospects for him and his potential companions. After thinking for a while, he decides to establish the truth about the slave girl's combat potential right now, and with his next words, he orders Ilzanna to arouse him, but no matter how hard she tries, no matter how much she tries to entice him, it has no effect on the little Hanzo in the hakama of an eastern warrior. - Enough, - he said, and then realized that she might not understand him and added, - that's enough. He began to feel irritation, but the task had to be solved somehow, so he used his imagination and, rummaging through his memories, remembered one of the intimate moments shared with his deceased wife. Little Hanzo immediately filled with blood and became as hard as a rock. The demon may have been pleased by this, but not Hanzo - for some reason, his mood suddenly deteriorated greatly, and he no longer wanted to continue. He gave himself some time to calm down and hid his genitals back. - Let's go. If someone attacks, you will attract the attention of the enemies and dodge.
We secretly go to where the nun pointed, if there is no one there yet, we look around.