Nobles’ food is definitely different from commoners’, isn’t it~?
The meat, I don’t know what kind it was, but it was so tender and juicy, it was wonderful. I feel like this is the first time I’ve eaten “delicious meat” in this world.
The fish, probably a river fish. It’s frustrating that I can’t describe how it was cooked. Salt-baked is also served, but it wasn’t sea bream. It might have been sea bream, but it was a white fish.
There were fruits too, and for drinks, wine! I’ve only ever had ale, which is similar to beer. And it was warm ale. No Japanese person would want to drink warm beer, right? I’m drinking it because it feels more hygienic than water, I guess. I want cold beer and edamame.
Wow, I ate so much. Everyone ate so much. I was surprised to see Priscilla using a fork and knife. I thought she was only good at throwing things.
Alana was struggling, but Christine was supporting her. Even her eating postures are beautiful. What made me laugh was Orietta. Is that what you call a cat that’s been brought into a new environment? I’ll be laughing for a while.
When we moved to a different location, the knights employed by the Krisel family joined us, and the White Lily Corps became very popular when they were asked to dance. There are no girls who are as cute, strong, beautiful, and evil as these girls.
I leaned against the wall and enjoyed wine and the unusual sight of the White Lily Corps. Just, Christine, please don’t look at the knights as if they were trash.
Priscilla, Alana, and Orietta are dancing. They look more like they’re being swung around than dancing. They’re quite the challengers. Christine is calmly refusing. She probably doesn’t want to be touched. As long as they don’t kill anyone, it’s okay.
“Would you dance with me?”
The voice calling out was from Lady Aurelia. I thought Baron Haida would come, but maybe it’s me…
“There is little time I can remain a woman. Please, spend a little time with me.”
What man could refuse such a request? I found myself on the dance floor with this lovely Lady Aurelia, but how many Japanese people do you think can do ballroom dancing?
“I, I don’t know how to dance…”
“It’s alright. We’ll take it slow, so just follow along easily.”
Will my cheat ability be useful?! If it’s reflexes, I have Godspeed.
It was useful. It’s Godspeed, honed on the battlefield where my life was on the line. But I’m too fast, and there’s no elegance. I could only dance with exaggerated movements, like robot dancing. Dancing doesn’t suit me.
Perhaps she sensed my difficulty, and the music turned to a slow tempo. I didn’t need to use my cheat for this, but as I placed my hand on her waist and faced her again, I felt a little embarrassed.
“You do have an interesting way of dancing.”
“I’m so ashamed.”
“But it changes so much when it’s slow.”
“Thank you. Am I sweating cold sweat?”
“You’re fine. You’re quite an interesting person.”
We had this conversation during our dance, but from the hand around my waist, I could feel Aurelia’s thinness. To think that someone like this has lived for ten years as a shadow, and her destiny is to enter some noble’s harem afterwards.
Did she shed tears? To live a predetermined life at this age. Will there be a day when she can laugh, a day when all her suffering is rewarded?
I don’t know how nobles live. Our way of life wouldn’t be understood either. But the battlefield is good. It’s simple. Killing people is probably a bad thing, but killing enemies. I only need to concentrate on that. If I fail, I just die.
I continued talking with Lady Aurelia. She spoke of places she wanted to visit, foods she wanted to try, and her dreams. It’s refreshing to talk so much with a woman other than the White Lily Corps. And the top of my head is tingling.
I don’t want to go bald young. If I’m going to go bald, I want to go bald like a Hollywood actor. I should consider a clean shave.
The party ended, and we were shown to our respective bedrooms to sleep. To think there are such fluffy beds! White sheets and warm blankets. I do long for this kind of life too.
Well, I thought I’d go to sleep, and as I snuggled into the blanket, there was a knock on the door. When I opened it, the servant was waiting, not naked, but Baron Krisel wanted to see me. I followed the clothed servant to Baron Haida Krisel’s office.
“I’ll get straight to the point. Will you serve this Krisel family?”
To be able to serve a noble, I could say I’ve reached the pinnacle as a mercenary. Furthermore, I should be serving the beautiful Lady Haida, which is an excellent job prospect from a male perspective. From a freelance mercenary to a full-time employee.
“To be honest, I must decline. I have things I must do.”
The things I must do are not to pay the White Lily Corps their guard duty and wartime compensation. I will defeat the Demon Lord together with the White Lily Corps and reach an interesting ending that God desires.
That is, if there really is a Demon Lord. If it’s like my previous life, the Demon Lord will wage war against the world. And in the end, we will perish together, but this time, I’ll have Godspeed from the start. I will definitely survive and live a happy life in my remaining years.
“What are these things you must do? Wouldn’t it be more peaceful to live as a knight of the Krisel family than as a mercenary?”
I forgot about peace the moment I was captured by the White Lily Corps. It’s a tempting offer, indeed. Lady Haida is also attractive, and if I just push her down… serving the Krisel family might not be so bad.
“About that… please forget what I just said.”
As I stood up, I felt a tug at my hair. It’s a good offer, and I don’t even know if there’s a Demon Lord, so it feels like such a waste to refuse this good offer.
As I stood up, my clothes were pulled. Turning around, she seemed to be saying something while looking down, but I couldn’t hear her. It’s not some kind of spell, is it?
“At least… once more…”
Critical hit! Massive damage! Lady Haida’s beauty as she aged was truly alluring. A mature charm that even Christine couldn’t exude. And when she spoke that invasive spell… I’d go for it!
I groped her ample chest, which was noticeable even through her clothes. The robes worn by priests are thick, which is a drawback as they muffle the sensation. And they’re hard to take off.
“You’re so bold.”
In someone else’s house, groping the mistress’s chest, even if she’s a widow, stimulates a sense of transgression. I want to stimulate her too, but these clothes are getting in the way.
“Your clothes…”
It might be uncool, but if she doesn’t take them off herself, I don’t know how to take them off; they’re too complicated. Haida seemed to understand and began to undress.
Wait a minute! If she takes it all off, it’ll be a waste. No, it’s fine if she takes them off, but it’s just right if she’s still wearing some.
When she was about halfway undressed, I stopped her. Because I want to touch her soft breasts, which are still discernible through her clothes.
“I… I can’t compete with young girls anymore…”
What is she saying! I can’t ask a woman her age, but Haida is probably in her early thirties. Her skin elasticity is comparable to a teenager’s. I know best, as I’m the one touching her.
We kissed, and Haida wrapped her arms around my neck. I put my hands from her chest to her slender waist, then down towards her behind. The clothes were already off, leaving a thin t-shirt and something like hot pants. In this world, these are underwear.
Even through the panties, her soft and firm behind, unlike her breasts, provided ample sensation when groped. Ha
