By His Majesty the Emperor’s order, we are to educate and guide the Imperial Knights as the Training Corps. As a baron of the Ashtal Empire, I must do work that is worth my salary. …Where can I get my pay stub?
There is one week until the Knight Order’s training exercises begin, and we will be staying at Marquis Rutland’s house. We don’t have to pay for an inn unnecessarily, and more importantly, the Marquis insisted, so we decided to accept his offer.
When I told everyone I had received the title of Baron after returning, they all gave me congratulatory kisses. Priscilla-san, however, punched me in the stomach, yelling, “So you’re just going to be a pet!”
After that, when I talked about the work of training the Knight Order, Priscilla-san became truly furious and stormed out of the room yelling, “We are warmongers! What are we supposed to do without war?!” but Christine-san immediately followed her.
I don’t know what kind of persuasion she used, but Priscilla-san returned with a big smile and even gave me a congratulatory kiss. Christine-san’s ability to change her mind made me feel a sense of terror.
Incidentally, I am currently under house arrest. Not a suspension, but confinement. They say tongues don’t have bones… Simply put, my involvement with Miss Melissa was revealed.
I pride myself on having done nothing wrong… but Rufina brought back a story with embellishments.
To my astonishment, they accused me, a baron of the Ashtal Empire, of taking Duchess Melissa to a “pleasure room.” They charged me with engaging in lewd acts alone in the room.
“Your Honor, I plead not guilty.”
“The defendant claims this, but prosecutor Rufina, you brought this story. Present your evidence.”
“There is a witness. Witness Mrs. Haussard testifies that she was engaged in the act on the sofa next to the Captain and others that day. She testified that Viscountess Melissa and the Captain were next to each other.”
“Objection! You said ‘engaged in the act,’ but in the dim light, can you confirm someone’s face during intercourse? If you could see, wouldn’t a woman instinctively hide her face? Hiding is more plausible than seeing, and I don’t believe you could have confirmed it.”
“You say you remembered the clothes of Viscountess Melissa and the Captain.”
“Viscountess Melissa’s dress was an expensive, one-of-a-kind item. However, my clothes were borrowed standard-issue items that all viscounts and barons wear. It’s not certain that Viscountess Melissa’s partner was me.”
An impromptu court-martial was convened. I had no lawyer, but I presented my case to the judge and jury. Without conclusive evidence, the trial proceeded in my favor.
At the time of the verdict, I was confident of victory. Perhaps I didn’t consider the jurors’ feelings, or perhaps they were bribed. My words failed to reach the judge and jury, and I was handed a complete defeat with a 1-6 vote, being declared guilty with no possibility of retrial.
“Sentence: The defendant is sentenced to twenty-four hours of confinement.”
I was found guilty, and the sentence of confinement, not a suspension, was carried out immediately. Dad, Mom, I now have a criminal record in another world.
The separate house provided by Marquis Rutland, where we were to stay, was very large, with several rooms, separate bath and toilet, like a detached villa on the same property. It was incredibly quiet, unlike being in the Imperial Capital, and it was nice that there were no insects, perhaps due to magic.
The confinement sentence was on a four-hour rotation, with at least one person always handcuffed at my side. I couldn’t even remove the handcuffs to use the bath or toilet with them.
It was good for passing the time. I was busy thinking up training menus for the Training Corps, accidentally groping breasts when my hands slipped, and falling and pushing someone onto the bed.
It wasn’t a waste of time, and washing each other in the bath was enjoyable… But all the problems were with the toilet!
Even under confinement, I wanted to use the toilet alone. …But it wasn’t allowed. Christine-san and Sophia-san would reach out and close the door as much as possible, but they’d avert their faces from the gap.
Alana and Orietta stuck to my back and wouldn’t leave. I experienced the feeling of someone waiting right behind me to use the toilet, and it was difficult to relieve myself. Naturally, I had to hold back the other.
As for Rufina, she surprisingly said she’d wait outside quietly, so I decided to take her at her word. When I turned towards the toilet seat, a skeletal version of Rossa floated up diagonally above me and offered, “Shall I assist you?” My reply was to kick him out of the toilet.
The problem was Priscilla-san. She’d try to peek over my shoulder, so I seriously stopped her and she said in a gentle voice, “I’ll aim properly,” but she squeezed my penis with such force that I nearly had it crushed. I ended up elbowing Priscilla-san’s trained muscles.
Incidentally, when they use the toilet themselves, they handcuff me to the bed and leave me unable to move, then go alone. Only Priscilla-san asked, “Do you want to watch?” I politely declined, and she hit me with a body blow. Why?
About two days after I resolved to strengthen my abs, Priscilla-san informed me of a situation developing that I was unaware of.
“Can’t you just bear with it? He’s helping us out, and he’s also Commander Rufina’s father, a Marquis of the Empire!”
“I’ve already borne with it! I’m telling you this on top of that!”
When I was in the separate house, one person was always with me as a guard, but everyone else was in the main manor waiting their turn. During that time, a problem occurred. It seems Marquis Rutland was a lecherous old man.
He would brush against people in the hallway, touching their behinds as they passed. He would hug them from behind and grope their chests. This escalated, and the dissatisfaction among the members grew. Christine-san was the first to explode.
Christine-san had avoided Marquis Rutland after he touched her behind once. The second time he touched her, she blew out his heart.
Of course, Marquis Rutland, who was unified with the Undead King, did not die. After Christine-san left, he apparently got up and started looking for his next target.
When word spread that Christine-san had blown out Marquis Rutland’s heart, everyone misinterpreted it to mean “it’s okay to kill him,” and they started killing him before he could touch them.
Rufina and I obviously didn’t participate, but the others apparently chased Marquis Rutland around like it was a hunt. There was an unspoken rule, but I didn’t hear the details. I was busy being confined.
If I could say one thing, it was that I wish they wouldn’t come back to the separate house covered in blood. It was all Marquis Rutland’s blood, but it meant more work cleaning up blood and we had few changes of clothes.
Towards the end, Alana and Sophia-san got bored and practically moved into the separate house. Priscilla-san, Christine-san, and Orietta were chasing Marquis Rutland around the manor with the intent of destroying it.
A week passed, and by the time we left the manor, it was half-destroyed. Bloodstains remained in various places. While Marquis Rutland’s undead servants were busy with cleaning and repairs, we left the separate house with barely a farewell.
Next, we will head to the training grounds to rendezvous with the 6th Knight Order of the Imperial Knights. After a month of training exercises, we will proceed to exterminate lizardmen.
