Because Sir Fist's curse is entangled with too much romance, whenever the villagers talk about him, they often speak in quite indecent tones.
The vulgar jokes of rural farmers and their wives are far more explicit and spicy than those in the city.
At least, the young ones who have just started dating can find it a bit overwhelming.
"No, ma'am... You don't need to tell me about the nobleman running out of the bushes clutching his clothes to cover himself, I know he's very strong."
"Haha!" The farmwives seemed to greatly enjoy seeing Lann, this handsome man, show an embarrassed expression as they laughed heartily.
"But that's what you asked about! I also remember the words they shouted in the bushes that made the village dogs tremble and the nobleman's roars got the old ox excited — want to hear it?"
Lann glanced wordlessly at the cormorant perched as if disinterested on the roof, twitching the corners of his mouth.
"...Alright, do tell."
