The peerage conferment ceremony.
…It’s over. I received the title of Baron. Originally, I was supposed to become a Baronet, a title for a single generation, but it seemed problematic due to work circumstances, so I was granted the rank of Baron.
It felt like being summoned by the principal and then returning to the gymnasium for the conferment. That’s the kind of feeling it was. I was also assigned a task that felt like a penalty game.
The Training Corps. Those who teach and guide.
The name sounds cool, and it seems rather important. Since they are actually in a teaching position, it is important. Wahahaha, revere me.
“What are you muttering to yourself about?”
This is not a wrap-up party venue, but a party venue. It was held to celebrate the peerages of Rufina and myself, but the main focus was Rufina. She is the daughter of a Marquis and has also become a Viscountess.
Although Rufina has de-aged, she is of an age where there are no problems with marriage. Once her robes were removed, she looked good, so it’s no wonder nobles are flocking to her.
“You’ll get stabbed! You’ll have your blood drawn!” I won’t say such unrefined things, but if they’re talking gently, it’s okay. Even better if they haven’t killed anyone.
“Is the story about the Training Corps true?”
When I was awarded the title of Baron, the principal… His Majesty the Emperor said a lot, and at the party, people asked me about it, and about my past achievements.
It was a good opportunity to get my name out there, and considering the future, the more allies I have, the better. For that, I did things I’m not used to, and I’m tired.
“I’ll tell everyone about it in detail when we get back. Is it already past nine? Let’s go home soon. I don’t want to rush like Cinderella.”
As I said the last person’s name with a sense of wonder, Rufina said she would say her goodbyes first. I decided to have at least one glass of fine wine before leaving and looked around as music began to play.
“Would you care to dance, Baron?”
Turning to my side, I saw a noblewoman standing there, with a White Dress and long black hair, giving an impression of purity.
I’m not good at dancing, but I need to get my name out there. Besides, I don’t refuse requests from beautiful women.
“My name is Mikael Sin. Please, one dance.”
Was that too un-noble-like? …But it feels troublesome somehow. And who are you?
Taking her hand, we moved to the center of the hall. The surrounding people parted, making way. It seemed more for the woman than for me.
We moved to the center of the hall, essentially being led, and after a bow, we clasped hands. I’m not used to dancing, but don’t underestimate battlefield-honed reflexes.
I matched my partner with Godspeed, keeping an eye on her and imitating the movements of those around. As I got accustomed to the dance, I asked,
“Excuse me, but which noble family do you belong to?”
“I am from the House of Mallory, Lady Melissa Fiona Mallory, Viscountess.”
A Viscountess! So her parents must be Dukes! Dukes can only be relatives of the Emperor, right? The “Viscountess” title means she’s unmarried, right? She’s attractive, and her parents are Dukes. Heaven bestows two gifts, doesn’t it?
Even with the “Viscountess” title, there’s a significant difference in status between a Marquis and a Baron. I’ll remember her face and bust size, and leave quickly once I’ve made a name for myself.
“Congratulations on your peerage conferment, Baron. I heard you were once a mercenary.”
“Thank you. However, I am still working as a mercenary.”
“Is that so? You must be strong. Fufufu.”
The music ended, and Melissa, with a seductive smile, departed. Just in time, I was saved. I quickly made my way towards Rufina, near the wall.
“You can dance quite well.”
Ignoring her remark with a wry smile, I was in a hurry.
“It’s more than that. My left prosthetic arm is moving on its own.”
At first, I thought I was imagining it, but now my entire left arm is moving by itself, and I’m holding it back forcefully with my right hand.
“What do you mean?”
“Perhaps my Magic Power has returned, and it’s moving the prosthetic by itself. It started moving around the end of the dance. Can something be done about it?”
“I don’t know. That’s Orietta’s domain.”
What should I do? I recall Marquis Rutland mentioning something about uncontrolled Magic Power. Is my Magic Power flowing strangely?
“What about the Black Sword? That consumes Magic Power.”
“I’ve already handed it over, so I don’t have it with me now.”
“If you don’t have the Black Sword, use the Buster Sword to consume Magic Power.”
Huh? What are you talking about? There’s no way I can use a Buster Sword. Besides, where am I supposed to swing it? This is a party venue.
“Somewhere less crowded… like a restroom. I’ll go get the Captain’s sword.”
“Please do. I’ll try to hold my left hand in a secluded area.”
No way, not the Buster Sword. I’m wearing nice clothes, eating good food, and as a Baron, am I supposed to swing a Buster Sword? Let’s get out of here. I need to find a secluded spot, even if it’s a restroom, and hold my left hand.
As I exited the venue, a long corridor with many doors appeared. Could I borrow one of these rooms? I couldn’t find any staff to ask for the restroom’s location. Should I ask other nobles?! With my current state, I’d look like a strange person, so I don’t want to.
“Is something wrong?”
Turning around, I saw Viscountess Melissa… Mallory, the one I danced with earlier. If she’s as important as a Marquis, she should at least overlook a Baron in a situation like this.
“I’m fine. There’s no problem.”
I turned my back to her and walked away, still holding my left hand. It might be rude, but I have no choice. Don’t follow me, because I have no choice.
As expected of someone with high status, she shows no mercy to those below her. She grabbed my right shoulder, made me turn around, and pointed her finger at my chest, saying,
“I’m worried about you, and you behave like this!”
I want to ignore her, but she’s blocking my escape. I can’t say that. If it’s someone related to the Emperor, a Baron’s head can be easily removed.
“I apologize. My prosthetic arm is acting up.”
I was sweating profusely, trying to hold back my erratically moving left hand. The Black Sword I asked Rufina for might take a while. What am I supposed to do?
“If that’s the case, I can heal it. I have some skill in healing magic.”
Just leave me alone. I appreciate your kindness, but if I can be alone and consume Magic Power, it will heal. However, my feelings were not understood, and Viscountess Melissa focused her Magic Power and directed it at my left prosthetic arm.
Marquis Rutland had said it. Prosthetic arms might experience uncontrolled magic. I couldn’t control the Magic Power flowing into my newly acquired prosthetic.
“Ah, the movement has lessened. It’s trembling finely, but it seems okay. Thank you.”
“For me, something like this is trivial.”
That’s a relief. For a moment there, I didn’t know what would happen. A prosthetic arm moving on its own is unacceptable. If someone else were doing it, they’d look ridiculous. The prosthetic arm is now only trembling finely, so I should go home quickly and take it off.
“To be precise, thank you again. I’m not used to this prosthetic arm…”
As I said this, the trembling of my prosthetic arm stopped. Thinking I was lucky, I found myself standing to Melissa’s right, my left hand had somehow reached inside her dress, which was open at the back, and reached through the side of her clothes into the dress. How…
Melissa was shocked! To suddenly have her hand inside her dress and her breasts being groped.
I was shocked too! Melissa must be the type who looks slimmer than she is. She has much larger breasts than I expected…
Before we could utter a word, we met each other’s eyes, not understanding what had just happened. Melissa smiled and took a deep breath.
It’s over… After this, she’ll scream and I’ll be caught. The crime of groping a Viscountess’s breast. I don’t want to lose my title and be branded a pervert.
No. No, but it’s not my fault, it’s this prosthetic arm that moved. Without my will, the prosthetic arm, which groped Melissa’s breast, used Melissa’s magic to make each finger move rhythmically, vibrating as if to accelerate it.
Melissa screamed.
“Ah, h AAAaaahhh”
Melissa let out a moan. With the vibration of her left hand, which was akin to Godspeed, she cried out and leaned against me.
Is this left hand *that* powerful! What should I do? I can’t very well run away. I need to somehow clear up the misunderstanding. People are watching, too. My left hand is still holding onto her breasts; to hide it, I need to find somewhere…
While groping Melissa’s breasts, I opened the door to a room in front of me.
