Morning routine. After eating breakfast, washing my face, brushing my teeth, and getting dressed, I head to greet Captain Sumner.
Ninth day of the Training Corps.
I felt bad for everyone after yesterday’s drill. Both the captains were unable to attend. However, I’m pleased to see that the drill went smoothly even without the two of them. Perhaps we can grow by working together.
A positive outcome was that Isabel Sumner, the Viscountess, accepted the Training Corps. Additionally, it has been decided that we will focus all efforts on the Lizardman battle. If we can build a strong Imperial Knight Order, we should be able to keep up with the Demon Army.
The ninth day ended without incident, but while Isabel and I were chatting amicably as captains, I couldn’t help but wonder why a Buster Sword flew toward us several times from somewhere.
Tenth to twelfth days of the Training Corps.
It seems that when the top leaders maintain a good relationship, there are no issues during drills. However, if asked if this will translate into immediate strength, the answer is no. If it were so easy to become strong, no one would struggle.
“Ahh, Mikael’s… h-here it comes…”
For the past few days, the beginning of our drills has been completely left to the White Lily Corps. I feel bad, but when I go to greet everyone in the morning, the captains are engaged in intense greetings.
“To become distracted even without aphrodisiacs, Lady Isabel is quite the enthusiast.”
I’ve set Isabel’s hands on the desk to teach her how to deal with being attacked from behind. Well, I can’t say I’m capable of that, but I’ve made sure that I can always cover my mouth with my hand to keep from making too much noise… Perhaps it’s me who needs to learn how to cope.
“Ee… Ahh… mm…”
Godspeed restraint! Unlike our tent, the Viscountess’s tent is made of thin fabric, which allows sounds to leak out easily. Despite asking for people to stay away after her loud moans on the first day, it seems they’re still lingering nearby.
“What’s wrong!?”
Even after we’ve cleared the area, one person remains and keeps watch outside the tent, not saying a word. Are they hoping to join us?
“Mirabel… Ahh… I…it’s… ah… aahh… d-don’t mind me… ah… huff….”
I’m the one who’s concerned here! This Mirabel has gone to the Imperial Capital to learn the truth, but she’s wearing armor just like Isabel’s, so I wonder if she’s one of her direct knights? With her masculine features and short black hair, she might just get approached in Shibuya.
However, the gaze she fixes on me is filled with malice. Those sharp eyes feel as if they could pierce through me, but they gradually shifted down, resting on the connection between me and Isabel.
Isabel is also in pants instead of a skirt, and there’s no clothing to conceal anything. It’s embarrassing to be seen, so I try to hide it.
“Ahh! Ahh… deep…!”
Oops, have I hidden it too much…? Perhaps I should keep a little more visible; it might be too much for Isabel. After all, it hasn’t been long since she lost her virginity, so it’s best not to be too aggressive.
“Ugh… haaah…”
Just when I thought I could relax, Isabel came to strike deeply. What should I do? Should I hide it? Not hide it? Should I thrust in? Pull out? I’m so confused… so maybe I should do both: hide it and reveal it, thrust and pull out.
“A…ah…ah! Uuuuh! Haaah… uuuuh…”
Even when I cover my mouth, the sounds escape. Is this the right way? It seems she’s enjoying it, and Mirabel is watching intently…
“Lady Isabel, it’s almost time…”
For just a moment, I caught a glimpse of the desire in Mirabel’s gaze. …I didn’t miss it, but I won’t do anything. I’m busy as a captain, and as part of the Training Corps.
“I-I’ll be… ahhh… I’m… coming… outside… no, inside… haaah…”
“I’ll be right out, so please wait outside.”
I requested about thirty minutes before leaving the tent.
Thirteenth day of the Training Corps.
Today, I’m heading back to the Imperial Capital with Christine. Everyone else is occupied with drills, but this isn’t just a leisurely trip for us. Of course, I am bringing Christine’s dress with me, but that’s not the main reason.
I’m going to meet Marquis Vincent Rutland, with whom I’ve been discussing matters since before the drills, and also to visit Manon Guiyu from Hasuhanto Trading Company.
I plan to have Marquis Rutland summon Anted on the final day of the drills for actual combat training, where we’ll get to cut something resembling a human. Marquis Rutland has agreed to help, so today will be for greetings and planning.
As for Manon, it’s simple. There’s been talk circulating in the Imperial Capital about the Lizardman extermination, and if Hasuhanto is to carry out something I wished for while being embezzled, we’ll need to return the embezzled funds as profit to erase the incident.
Let’s buy the Black Sword. Although it’s a magic sword, it’s probably not listed for a high price since it’s been in stock for a while. What if it’s priced too high? I might have to settle for a used Short Sword for now.
Currently, Christine is next to me in the carriage, and even just watching her is a beautiful sight. It gives me a sense of superiority as a man.
Of course, I had a proper reason for bringing Christine. While she might not contribute much to this drill, it’s certainly not just because I was looking forward to staying alone with her at the inn.
Christine is here to accompany me in negotiations with Marquis Rutland. A pretty face makes conversations flow smoothly. I had a fondness for Christine, and surely the Marquis wouldn’t act like a perverted old man in front of me.
After leaving the drill site in the morning for about two hours, there aren’t many people around; just a few small forests scattered about. Since the rear cargo hold is empty after dropping off our belongings at the drill site, there’s plenty of space.
There’s no rush, but just when I tried to take a break and foster camaraderie near the next forest, a nuisance arrives.
“…It appears I just stopped the hearts of about ten people. We’re under attack.”
As Christine looked toward the woods, ready for a break, she spoke. I know; the arrows that wouldn’t hit her seem to come flying my way.
Just as Christine mentioned “around ten people,” an arrow flew toward me but fell short, revealing unfamiliar figures lurking in the grass, drawing swords and charging at us.
“Did we anger the Dark Elves? For now, I’d like to gather information, so please try not to kill them.”
“…”
“Since I want to gather information, please don’t kill them.”
“…”
“You can go ahead and do what you want.”
By the time I said this, the Dark Elves were already upon us, but with just a glare from Christine, they began to fall.
That didn’t work for me. I covered the delay perfectly with Godspeed and executed blunt strikes to the Dark Elves. I’d like to say they’re formidable, but they were no match for my speed.
Though it took time for the blunt strikes to land, lasting nearly twenty minutes, I emerged unharmed; good deeds truly pay off.
“It’s over now. Do you remember our previous conversation?”
With a glimmer of hope in my heart, I asked, and a significant answer returned.
“…To kill as few as possible.”
Oh, you were actually listening! Wonderful. Not only can I gather information, but I feel another objective may also be fulfilled.
The other goal is to create a spy. Even if it’s not a glamorous spy, I wanted someone for reconnaissance and information gathering.
Well, I can’t afford to hire someone normally, so I wondered if I could turn them into slaves. Slavery exists in this world; I don’t know the details, but it’s said that upon contract, they become absolutely obedient. This could make even dangerous information gathering feasible.
Previously in my past life, Alana did something similar for me, but I don’t want to relive that experience. After all, those were people who came to kill me, so transforming them into slaves might not be such a bad idea.
Out of the surviving Dark Elves, fourteen remain: eight men and six women. The number of women surprised me. I told Christine that I wanted slaves for information gathering and asked her to call Orietta, who might know more about Rufina and slavery. The change in her expression was quite unpleasant.
Does Christine have some unpleasant memories regarding slavery? But this is a dangerous mission, and having absolute obedience while operating outside the White Lily Corps is essential.
“…I don’t need the men.”
The men, all eight. That line left my heart racing.
“Huh?”
Christine drove the carriage back to the drill site, leaving me stunned. While it’s fitting for the unconscious Dark Elves, there were those regaining their senses who had wet themselves.
Don’t leave me alone in this state.
