I’ve finally finished writing episode 52.
It will be published in 12 parts, every three days. (The final full post is scheduled for January 28th.)
Additionally, perhaps because I packed too many settings in, one of the planned intimate scenes didn’t make it in.orz
Therefore, that scene will be carried over to episode 53.
“Her Imperial Highness Princess Lyushenne Silveria Wahl, Fourth Princess! If you were alive, why didn’t you stand up?!” Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim, a Knight Baron and former Vice-Captain of the Silver Wolf Knight Order, questioned her directly, albeit with a hint of reproach. “If you had, perhaps the foolish act of the surviving retainers propping up a commoner like Prince Daba could have been prevented. After all, Your Highness is the one and only legitimate successor remaining in the Wahl Imperial Family, with the deceased Emperor and Empress as your parents!”
However, his face was a mess of tears of joy and snot.
Could this be what they call the tears of a warrior?
He had the air of a dog, or rather a wolf, that had lost its owner and was utterly lost, only to be reunited with them.
There was no doubt that Lyushenne was the sole remaining member of the Wahl lineage in this world.
His gaze, filled with passion, seemed to be drawn to this noble blood.
And before my eyes unfolded a scene that seemed to embody a knight’s loyalty.
Perhaps there was no room for an outsider like me to intervene.
Still, I could see the immense pressure weighing down on Lyushenne’s slender shoulders from receiving such fervent loyalty.
For tonight’s night duty, I decided to pamper her to my heart’s content, to soothe her mental fatigue.
Of course, I also wanted to satisfy Lyushenne’s sexual desires.
Lyushenne, as a princess, must have been attended to by many maids.
And those maids must have seen her exposed, naked body while serving her.
However, her exposed naked body to the opposite sex is mine alone.
In reality, she bared herself at the ‘Princess Auction’, but I can dismiss that as if I were bitten by a stray dog.
And the softness and elasticity of Lyushenne’s bountifully full breasts are a secret known only to me, volumes that don’t fit in my palm.
Furthermore, it is a secret that not even the God Clan knows that these magnificent breasts are not insensitive, but possess developed erogenous zones.
Lyushenne’s sweet, cooing voice and gasps are also mine alone.
Her state of disarray in bed is also wonderful.
The pain she felt during her virginity loss and the intertwining of our soft protrusions were also exquisite.
Furthermore, Lyushenne has no pubic hair.
The fact that I shaved it off with my ‘Hair Removal Magic’ and permanently removed it is a secret between the two of us.
And I alone know the tightness and slipperiness of Lyushenne’s vagina opening, as well as the scent and taste of her love juice.
As I was thinking such wicked thoughts, my son in my crotch became restless.
It’s a bit of a troubling situation, but I’ll just have to lean forward slightly and try to hide it.
This is also because Lyushenne’s body is too magnificent.
Lyushenne is skilled in bed, but her body is even more wonderful.
No matter how many times I experience it, I never tire of it.
The same can be said for all the Party Members belonging to the ‘Princess Harem’.
It means that those noble girls are worth that much.
I must polish these girls, who are like unpolished gems.
Beautiful jewels shine only when polished, and they must never be degraded into mere obedient sex slaves.
Sex slaves who have been fully developed are easy to handle, but that is all they are.
They will not truly shine without healthy growth of body and mind.
Naturally, slaves with missing body parts are out of the question.
Some connoisseurs might sever the limbs of beautiful girls and train them as daruma dolls… but to me, it is a detestable act.
That is why I saved Sophie, who was on the verge of death.
This was also the management philosophy of the Raymond Trading Company, founded by my father.
Well, they do polish each other and grow on their own…
I would like to believe that I am also contributing, however small my efforts may be.
Many of the Party Members were saved with ‘Resurrection Magic’ when they joined the ‘Princess Harem’ and were then bound by ‘Slave Contract Magic’, but looking at the current situation, I can’t help but feel that they have already entered a new phase.
In other words, our relationship with me has deepened.
In other words, there is no role for the old knight.
As the one who used ‘Slave Contract Magic’, I feel it might be presumptuous to say so, but I also feel that I’ve hit the nail on the head.
It is inseparable from my feelings towards them.
My mind is a jumble, and my thoughts are scattered.
At such times, a new idea flashed through my mind.
Perhaps the one Garbador offered his sword to was Lyushenne.
No, Lyushenne said Nestella was her first.
However, the bond between Lyushenne and Garbador also seems deep.
Perhaps Lyushenne was the one Garbador secretly cherished as the true master of his sword.
When I first met him, he was a middle-aged old man drinking himself into a stupor at this bar, exuding an air of neglect, but now he seems to have regained his sharp gaze as a knight.
Could it be that Lyushenne’s survival has brought him a ray of hope?
Lyushenne mentioned that she encouraged the Silver Wolf Knight Order, to which Garbador belonged, in their last sortie as royalty, so they might have been quite close.
It’s likely that Tirna, her head maid, also remembered his face through that connection.
However, I felt a pang of jealousy.
Male jealousy is a hideous thing, but I don’t like other men harboring feelings for Lyushenne.
However, if I were to say that, Alicia would probably complain.
In my previous life, I never paid attention to the subtleties of male-female relationships or emotions…
In a way, Lester the Cleric, who remained single his entire life, probably never gave such trivial matters a second thought.
Nestella Yaggard, who is bowing in a show of submission behind Garbador, is likely also showing an expression of joy, but since her head is lowered, it’s hard to be sure.
Though she does seem to be trembling slightly!?
After being demoted to a Level 3 slave and enduring indescribable hardships, the one to whom she offered her sword was Lyushenne, so she must be overcome with emotion.
“To think that the one to whom I offered my sword was Your Highness, the beloved Princess of the Wahl Imperial Family… what incredible luck. I had aspired to be listed among the knights of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom. But… as the daughter of a feudal retainer of a provincial noble, I thought it was too ambitious… and yet… *sob*…”
Nestella also seems to be crying along with Garbador’s tears.
Looking at the Party Members, some are teary-eyed, perhaps moved by the beautiful master-servant relationship, and Alicia, seemingly influenced, is also crying despite being a noble of Espana.
“Lord Noonheim, it has been such a long time. It has also been a while since I returned to my homeland…”
“Wh-why, pray tell? And you are accompanied by His Highness Crown Prince Liliana of the friendly nation, the Yangas Kingdom…”
Garbador then looked at Liliana, who was revealing her bare face beside Lyushenne.
It was a rare demure expression for Liliana.
Was Liliana nervous about someone who knew her from before?
“I-I beg your pardon, but there is something I wish to confirm.”
Nestella interrupted the conversation here.
In such a situation, it is forbidden to address a superior.
One must wait until spoken to by a superior.
Tirna opened her mouth to admonish her for this breach of etiquette, but Lyushenne stopped her with a hand and spoke.
“What is it?”
“I understand that you are the legitimate Princess of Wahl to be adored. Then, why are you accompanied by a noble of Espana?”
Nestella, who had been granted permission to speak directly to Lyushenne, confirmed with Alicia.
Well, it’s a natural question, or rather, a point of concern.
After all, the Espana Imperial Kingdom is the enemy that destroyed the Wahl Imperial Kingdom…
And Nestella herself has experienced terrible ordeals.
“Wh-what are you saying! You are accompanying that hateful Espana bastard?!”
Garbador glared at me, the only male member of the ‘Princess Harem’.
Did he assume the Espana noble Lyushenne was accompanying was a man, deeming him an enemy who had trampled on the Wahl Imperial Kingdom?
And Garbador’s sharp gaze pierced me.
Unable to bear it, I stepped back.
“I-I am a commoner.”
Unable to withstand Garbador’s stern gaze, I unconsciously made an excuse.
“Hal has been conferred the rank of ‘First-Class Quasi-Noble’ by the Espana Imperial Kingdom, so he is not a pure commoner. But since the topic has come up, I will introduce myself as well.”
Alicia then removed her mask and revealed her face, as if to answer Nestella’s question.
Indeed, her face was red from crying earlier.
Still, I wonder if it’s my desire as her fiancé that makes me feel Alicia’s pristine purity hasn’t been lost.
“Lord Noonheim, I am Alicia Mia von Rendol, granted the title of Viscountess by the Espana Imperial Kingdom. I look forward to your acquaintance from now on.”
To Alicia’s elegant curtsey, Garbador’s face showed confusion.
Most of the Espana nobles who conquered the Wahl Imperial Kingdom typically displayed arrogant attitudes as conquerors, but from Alicia, he could sense a sincere greeting.
Then, as if falling into a state of cognitive confusion, he remained frozen, forgetting to even blink.
That confusion spread to Nestella, who had asked the question, and the room fell into an apparent silence.
I was also in no state to offer a comment and break the deadlock.
The other Party Members seemed to be enjoying this situation.
The ominous word ‘stalemate’ flashed through my mind, and cold sweat trickled down my back.
“Alicia and I are stepsisters. She’s a very cute girl, isn’t she?”
Lyushenne then dropped more fuel on the fire, causing a cascade of question marks to appear above Garbador and Nestella’s heads.
Nestella’s mouth opened and closed like a fish, but she seemed unable to utter another word.
At that moment, a flash of light, as if something had occurred to him, appeared in Garbador’s eyes.
But immediately after, his expression shifted from astonishment to despair.
Perhaps he was reminded of something bad.
“N-no way… Has Lyushenne been taken in by Espana and fallen into being a puppet!?”
“N-no such thing…”
Garbador and Nestella’s faces turned pale, and they wore expressions of unspeakable horror, as if witnessing the end of the world.
It was a natural reaction if Lyushenne, whom they saw as a star of hope, had fallen into the hands of the Espana Imperial Kingdom.
It must feel like being cast down from heaven to hell in an instant.
“You don’t need to worry. I have also formed a sisterly bond with my stepsister… and the youngest stepsister’s name includes Elizabeth Camila Espagna, the Crown Prince of the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Alicia is simply helping me with conveniences during the Second Expedition Trip.”
Liliana added further explanation to the two who were speechless.
However, her explanation contained elements that poured even more oil on the fire…
It was certainly calculated on Liliana’s part that Elizabeth’s name would be brought up here… but it definitely deepened their confusion.
“Alicia is also the plenipotentiary ambassador for ‘Bess-chan’, Elizabeth. She handles Espagna-related errands. She is not our enemy.”
Alicia smiled at Lyushenne’s words.
From the harmonious atmosphere, no hostility or ill will could be felt, and the tension of Garbador and Nestella seemed to ease somewhat.
Thank you for reading.
Episode 52-2: Shera would not be teased if she wasn’t written, has been scheduled for pre-release at 0:00 on December 26th.
