The Young Master of the Slave Trader – I Aim at Princess Harem – – Chapter 565

1. The Old Knight’s Reverie and Hal’s Jealousy

“Princess Lyushenne Silveria Wahl, Fourth Imperial Princess! If you were alive… why didn’t you rise up!! Had you done so, we could have prevented the foolish act of carrying up a vulgar person like Prince Daba among the surviving retainers… After all, Your Highness is the one and only legitimate successor remaining in the Wahl Imperial Family, born to the late Emperor and Empress…”

While performing a reverent bow to Lyushenne, Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim, a Knight Baron who was formerly the vice-captain of the Silver Wolf Knight Order, directly petitioned her in a somewhat accusatory tone. However, tears of joy and snot had made his face a mess.
*Is this what they call a man’s tears?!*

It felt like a dog that had lost its owner and was at a loss, or rather, a wolf that had finally reunited with its master. There was no doubt that Lyushenne was the only Wahl left in this world. His gaze was filled with passion, as if he were captivated by such noble blood.
And before me unfolded a scene that personified a knight’s loyalty. *Perhaps there’s no room for an outsider like me.* Even so, I could see the pressure weighing down on Lyushenne’s delicate shoulders from receiving such fervent loyalty.
*Tonight, I’ll indulge her to my heart’s content, to soothe her mental fatigue. Of course, I want to satisfy Lyushenne’s desires too.*

As a princess, Lyushenne must have been attended by many ladies-in-waiting. And they must have seen Lyushenne’s uninhibited naked body while caring for her. However, the naked body exposed to the opposite sex is mine alone. While she did bare herself at the ‘Princess Auction’, I can ignore that if I think of it as being bitten by a wild dog.
And the softness and elasticity of Lyushenne’s generously full, large breasts are a secret only I know, with a volume that doesn’t fit in my palm. Furthermore, not even the gods should know that these breasts are not insensitive but have well-developed erogenous zones. Lyushenne’s sweet moans and gasps are also mine alone. Her disheveled state in bed is also wonderful.
Her pain during her defloration and the way her soft protuberance intertwined were also exquisite.

Moreover, Lyushenne has no pubic hair. It’s a secret only for the two of us that I permanently removed it with my ‘Hair Removal Magic’. And only I know the tightness and slipperiness of Lyushenne’s vaginal opening, as well as the scent and taste of her love juice.
As I thought such impudent things, my son in my crotch became excited. It’s a bit of a problematic situation, but I’ll have to try to cover it by leaning forward slightly. This is also caused by Lyushenne’s body being too magnificent.

Lyushenne is good in bed, but her body is even more wonderful than that. I never tire of her, no matter how many times I experience it. The same can be said for all the party members belonging to the ‘Princess Harem’. It means that these noble girls are worth that much. I must polish them, these gems in the rough.
Beautiful gems only shine when polished, and they must never be reduced to mere submissive sex slaves. Developed sex slaves are easy to handle, but that’s all they are. They will never truly shine without healthy physical and mental growth.
Naturally, slaves with missing limbs are out of the question. Some connoisseurs enjoy mutilating beautiful girls, then training them as crippled dolls… but to me, it is a detestable act. That’s 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 strive and grow on their own… but I’d like to think I’m contributing even a little. Many of the party members were saved by my ‘Resurrection Magic’ and bound by ‘Slave Contract Magic’ when joining the ‘Princess Harem’, but looking at the current situation, I feel they are deepening into a new stage.
In other words, our relationship with me is also deepening. In other words, there’s no room for the old knight.

As the one who actually used ‘Slave Contract Magic’, I feel it’s presumptuous, but I also feel it’s accurate. It’s two sides of the same coin as my feelings for them.

My mind is a mess, and my thoughts are scattered. At such times, a new idea crossed my mind.
*Perhaps the one Garbador offered his sword to was Lyushenne. No, Lyushenne said Nestella was her first.* But Lyushenne and Garbador seem to have a deep connection. Perhaps Lyushenne was the one Garbador secretly held in his heart as his true master.
When I first met him, he was a middle-aged man drunk and passed out in this tavern, with an air of utter desolation, but now he seems to have regained his sharp knightly gaze. *Is it that Lyushenne’s survival has shown him a ray of hope in his life?*

Lyushenne mentioned that she encouraged the Silver Wolf Knight Order, to which Garbador belonged, on their last sortie as royalty, so they might have been quite close. That’s probably why Tirna, her head lady-in-waiting, remembered his face. However, I felt a slight jealousy. A man’s jealousy is unsightly, but I don’t like the idea of some bastard harboring feelings for Lyushenne. But if I said that, Alicia would probably complain.
*I never cared about the subtleties of male-female relationships or emotions in my past life… In a way, Father Lester, who remained single his entire life, would never have thought of such trivialities.*

Behind Garbador, Nestella Yaggard, who was bowing as a subject, also seemed to have a look of joy on her face, but it’s hard to tell since she’s bowing her head. *Is she trembling slightly?!* After being demoted to a Level 3 slave and enduring unspeakable hardship, the master she offered her sword to was Lyushenne, so she must be overwhelmed with emotion.

“…To think that the one to whom I offered my sword was the beloved Princess of the Wahl Imperial Family… What incredible luck. I had wished to be counted among the ranks of Wahl Imperial Knights. But… as the daughter of a vassal of a provincial noble, I thought it was too much to ask… and yet… sob…”

And Nestella also seemed to be crying along with Garbador’s weeping. Looking at the party members, a few of them were teary-eyed, perhaps moved by the beautiful master-subordinate relationship, and Alicia, despite being a Spanish noble, was also crying, seemingly influenced.

“Lord Noonheim, it has truly been a long time. It has been a while since I returned to my homeland, too…”
“Th-that is… why, pray tell. And you are accompanied by Crown Prince Liliana of the friendly nation of Yangas Kingdom…”

Then Garbador looked at Liliana, who was showing her bare face next to Lyushenne. It was an unusually prim expression for Liliana. *Is Liliana nervous about someone who knows her from before?*

“E-excuse me, but there is something I wish to confirm.”
Nestella interrupted the conversation. In such situations, speaking to a superior is forbidden. One must wait until the superior speaks to them. Tila, about to reprimand her for this impolite behavior, opened her mouth, but Lyushenne stopped her with a hand gesture and spoke.

“What is it?”
“Ah, I understand that you are the rightful Imperial Princess of Wahl whom we revere. Then why are you accompanied by a Spanish noble?”

Nestella, who was granted permission to speak directly to Lyushenne, confirmed about Alicia. Well, it’s a natural question and a concern, isn’t it? After all, the Espana Imperial Kingdom is the enemy who destroyed the Wahl Imperial Kingdom… And Nestella herself has suffered greatly.

“W-what are you saying! You are accompanied by those hateful Espana bastards??”
Garbador glared at me, the only male member of the ‘Princess Harem’. *Did he judge the Spanish noble Lyushenne is accompanying to be a bastard, as the enemy who ravaged the Wahl Imperial Kingdom?* And Garbador’s sharp gaze pierced me. I involuntarily retreated.

“I… I am a commoner.”
Unable to withstand Garbador’s stern gaze, I unconsciously made excuses.

“Hal has been conferred the title 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.”
In response to Nestella’s question, Alicia removed her mask and revealed her true face. Her face was indeed red from crying earlier. Still, I feel her clear purity has not diminished, is that my bias as her fiancé?

“Lord Noonheim, I am Alicia Mia von Rendol, bestowed the title of Viscountess by the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Please treat me kindly from now on.”
In response to Alicia’s elegant curtsy, confusion appeared on Garbador’s face. Most Spanish nobles who conquered the Wahl Imperial Kingdom were arrogant, but Alicia showed a sincere attitude in her greeting. And then, as if falling into a state of mental paralysis from the confusion, he froze, forgetting to even blink.
That confusion spread to Nestella, who had asked the question, and the scene was enveloped in a silence as if frozen. I was also in no state to break the ice by speaking. The other party members seemed to be enjoying this turn of events. The ominous word ‘stalemate’ flashed through my mind, and cold sweat ran down my back.

“Alicia and I are like sisters. Isn’t she a very cute girl?”
Lyushenne dropped more fuel, and it was as if a big question mark was appearing above Garbador and Nestella’s heads. Nestella’s mouth opened and closed… but she couldn’t utter another word. At that moment, a light flashed across Garbador’s face, as if something had dawned on him. But immediately after, his expression changed from shock to despair. *Perhaps he thought of something terrible.*

“C-could it be… that Lyushenne has been taken by Espana and fallen into being a puppet!?”
“N-no…”
Garbador and Nestella’s complexions turned pale, and they wore an indescribable expression as if witnessing the end of the world. It’s a natural reaction if Lyushenne, whom they saw as a star of hope, has fallen into the hands of the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Emotionally, it must be like being instantly cast down from heaven to hell.

“There’s no need to worry. I have also formed a vow of sisterhood… and my youngest sister is Elizabeth Camila Espagna, the Crown Prince of the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Alicia is merely providing convenience for me during the Second Expedition Trip.”
Liliana added a supplementary explanation to the two stunned individuals. However, the content included further fanning the flames… *To mention Elizabeth’s name here.* Of course, Liliana most likely calculated this, but it’s certain that their confusion has deepened.

“Alicia is also the fully authorized ambassador of ‘Beth-chan’, Elizabeth. She handles the miscellaneous affairs related to Espana. She is not an enemy.”
Alicia smiled at Lyushenne’s words. The peaceful atmosphere did not convey hostility or ill will, and Garbador and Nestella’s tension seemed to have somewhat eased.

2. Shera Wouldn’t Be Teased If She Didn’t Write It

“Do you understand why I accompanied you on this journey?”

Looking at Alicia, who tilted her head adorably, my affection only grew stronger. Behind her, Liliana also nodded, increasing the persuasiveness.

“Your Highness! Is what you just said true!?”
“Yes, of course it’s true. It’s an open secret that Emperor Henry is on his deathbed. And when he passes away and Elizabeth ascends the throne as empress, the borders will be set to their former territories, and our lands, which were plundered, will be returned under the guise of cession. I have been decided to be enthroned as the empress of the New Wahl Imperial Kingdom, and Liliana’s New Yangus Kingdom will also be restored. Furthermore, our Adventurer Party has many crown princes, and kingdoms that seemed to have disappeared in various places will be revived.”
“S-such a thing… Then Prince Daba will not be enthroned as emperor?”
“Yes. As proof, please take another look at the inscription-like signatures written on the back of Nestella’s ‘Letter of Appointment’ that Lord Noonheim holds.”

After Alicia’s position was explained, Lyushenne briefly explained the future plans. Then, following Lyushenne’s words, Garbador looked at the inscription-like signatures on the back of the ‘Letter of Appointment’ again. Still, the inscription written by Elise, who instigated it, had a meaning of attestation, just like Liliana… This must surely be Lyushenne’s improvisation. I don’t think Elise’s statement at that time had such a noble meaning.

Elise is proudly puffing out her chest, but her protruding belly is also typical of Elise. And while Freya and Shera seem to want to tease her about her bulging belly, they are holding themselves back for now.
The other party members also seem curious about this interesting development and are holding their breath, presumably!? They are probably curious about Garbador’s reaction to each of their signatures. The gazes of the party members are focused on Garbador’s lips.

“…Shera Hazel Sazania! The Kingdom of Sazania… Isn’t that a great nation that encompassed most of the Southern Nations!! Well, I heard that most of their army was deployed towards the Northern Nations for the war against demons, when the cowardly Espana Imperial Kingdom suddenly attacked from behind and destroyed it… Is the princess of that country also here?”
What a surprise! The name that came out of Garbador’s mouth was Shera’s. The party members, who had been expecting their own names to be called, with Elise and Freya at the forefront, looked like they were about to keel over or threw their hands up in despair and sighed. On the other hand, Shera was trying to escape the scene, but Swan Hilda had grabbed her right arm and restrained her. *Good support, Swan Hilda.* Although, I don’t think Mai and Sharon, guarding the entrance to the bar, would let her escape either…

“W-why is Shera’s name mentioned first! She’s the happy-go-lucky fox who handed over the imperial seal entrusted to her by her father, the king, to ‘Beth-chan’ to beg for her life! Did she really sign as Shera Hazel Sazania!? Shera refused the succession to the throne…”
In response to Garbador’s statement, Elise peered into the inscription-like signatures on the ‘Letter of Appointment’ again and cried out in surprise. I’ve never seen Shera use the surname Sazania either. And Shera herself was looking in the opposite direction, whistling poorly— *Wheeee, wheeee*. The whistling was probably an appeal of ‘I’m not involved,’ but it was drawing attention instead.

“What is the meaning of this!? Shera!”
“Freya’s face is scary…”
“We’re wearing masks, so… you can’t possibly understand our emotions, can you?”
“But, but I can tell by your tone and atmosphere… And after looking at everyone’s signatures, I also wanted to write my family name… I meant no harm. Please overlook itttttt…”
Shera, whose escape was prevented by Swan Hilda, was being grilled by Freya. And Shera, who failed to escape, was dragged before Garbador and the others.

“Lord Noonheim, this girl, who at first glance appears to be just a Fox Beastkin, is the aforementioned Shera Hazel Sazania. This little girl is a half-illegitimate child born to the King of Sazania and his lover, a Fox Beastkin mother, and was eventually recognized and listed among the ranks of the Sazania royal family, but as you can see, she strongly exhibits beastkin traits, making her a ‘kemonomusume’. She was apparently treated as a ‘pet’.”
“Well, that’s precisely why she was the only one who managed to escape the encirclement of the Espana Imperial Army…”
Swan Hilda, who had dragged Shera forward, returned to her original spot, and Freya, who stepped forward, removed the mask shaped like a Valkyrie covering Shera’s face and also stripped off her hooded robe.

“Freya, eeeeeeekkkkk… noooo~~!”
Shera immediately screamed. At the same time, her pure white fox ears drooped, and her fluffy, soft fox tail also sagged. She looked like a condemned prisoner being led to execution.

“This fox girl is undoubtedly Shera. She may have the blood of the King of Sazania, but… she is the happy-go-lucky fox who rejected the succession to the throne. And she is also the daughter of the King of Sazania, who destroyed my homeland. Therefore… you understand without me having to say it, Lord Noonheim.”
And it was, of course, Elise who explained Shera again. Elise, in other words, was implicitly demanding a redo from Garbador. *Is she convinced this time that her name will be called?* Let Elise’s belly be the only joke.

“Zwei! Is the item I ordered completed?”
At this point, Freya spoke again, turning around and asking Zwei something. Zwei, who was addressed at this timing, seemed a little surprised and flinched. Freya had been having Zwei make something, and given the flow of the conversation, it was likely something unsavory. Zwei’s production skills are competent, but the party members seem to be plotting various things.
And Ain, standing next to her, seems jealous of Zwei’s popularity, which is amusing. When she gained human form, Ain, formerly Mimi No. 2, my summoned beast, used her advantageous position to make Mimi No. 1, her original body, the maid-type Zwei. She might have made the wrong choice of skills. Certainly, facing demons, a competent offensive mage is a valuable asset, but Zwei’s focus on logistics can also be considered astute.

“Yes, Mother Freya, the ordered item is complete… are you really planning to use it?”
Zwei’s reply was evasive. And next to her, Ain tilted her head.
“Yes, if Shera is the heir to my homeland, which was destroyed by the hateful King of Sazania, then Shera deserves some punishment or sanction.”
“Freya… what a terrifying girl. But for a Downtown Princess, she’s quite considerate. I’m in too.”
Watching Freya’s reaction, Elise feigned great surprise, then seemed to sneer. As expected, Elise looks good playing the role of a subordinate to the enemy. Still, ‘Downtown Princess’ is a nickname I haven’t heard in a while.

“Mother Elise, you agree too.”
Seeing Elise side with Freya, Zwei sighed and took something out of her pocket. It appeared to be scissors.

“…These are tail-cutting scissors specifically for Foxkin.”
Snip, snip, snip.
“Yes. A good product, just as ordered. Shera’s fox tail is mine.”
Freya also revealed her face, but she was pleased, holding a pair of specialized tail-cutting scissors for Foxkin in one hand.

“This is going to be fun ♪ It’s a good day to strike while the iron is hot. Freya, let’s hurry and collect it ♪”
Elise also revealed her face, but she wore a dark smile. Shera, caught between Freya and Elise, sought help from me with a pale face. However, I had missed the timing to take the initiative.

“Hiiiiiiiieeeeeee~~ I-I won’t let you have my tail~~~!”
And… Shera was crying.

“Shera! The leader of the enemy is the gluttonous wizard Elise. Transform into Sierra and fight back!”
At this point, the Holy Spirit Serena, who had been hiding, appeared and whispered to Shera. However, Serena, who should be a holy being and a group of Holy Element Spirits, wore a dark smile, just like Elise. It was a darkness like an envoy from the Demon Realm. Nevertheless, Shera, cornered, didn’t notice and began to transform into her older sister Sierra form.
*What are the Holy Spirit Serena’s intentions?!*

“…Fungiaaaaaaaaah! I-I don’t want you to grab my tail~~~~♡ N-nooooo~~!”
However, at the moment of transformation, Elise moved close to Shera and firmly gripped the base of Shera’s fox tail. Shera, whose weakness of her fox tail was grabbed, let out a scream as if the world was ending, followed by a voluptuous scream befitting her older sister Sierra form, and rolled her eyes, writhing in ecstasy.

“Lord Hal, this is serious. Shera’s fox tail has increased to three!”
At this point, Elise reported a shocking fact. Normally, when Shera transforms into her older sister Sierra mode, she becomes a two-tailed white fox, but she seems to have evolved and become a three-tailed white fox. Come to think of it… Shera’s magic power has been increasing significantly lately, was this the cause?
Lucialurei, the Goddess of Light, pointed out that Shera might have a future of becoming a Demon King… Well, in her current state, it’s not a problem, and I’m happy about a party member leveling up. I honestly thought so…

“If it has increased to three, that means… you can collect mine and Freya’s too. For the remaining one, after collecting it, I’ll hold a strict lottery among those who wish for it and present it ♪ What a wonderful idea.”
Elise’s dark smile deepened. And Freya, with the face of an accomplice, approached. Freya likely judged that she couldn’t miss this opportunity. Still, both Elise and Freya seemed eerily determined.

Snip, snip, snip.
“Shera… your tribute is due. Prepare yourself ♪”
Freya provocatively moved the specialized tail-cutting scissors for Foxkin towards Shera, who was being restrained by Elise.

“–…Nooooooo! Big sister was wrong, so please spare my tail～～～”
“You are so stubborn.”
“Y-you wicked spirit! Are you betraying me!! L-Lord Hal, this wicked spirit secretly collected your semen and got a girl pregnant!!”
“It’s a slander to say I got a stranger pregnant. She is a holy being. And unlike you, it’s a fact that Sister Sierra’s tail has increased. You are just stubborn.”
“Y-you traitorous spirit!!”
And at the last moment, Sierra, who had regained her sanity, and Holy Spirit Serena began to bicker. According to Sierra, Holy Spirit Serena had secretly collected my semen and gotten a stranger pregnant, but I couldn’t believe it at all. If it were true, it would be a matter requiring punishment, but I couldn’t imagine such a thing happening.

“Shera… your tribute is due. Prepare yourself.”
Chop.
“Fungiaaaaaaaaah… Ahhh–”
And Elise gripped the unbranched base of the three fox tails—tightly—and Freya severed them with the specialized Foxkin tail-cutting scissors handed over by Zwei. Shera’s soul-tearing scream echoed once more, and this time she fainted… but were the fox tails brutally cut off!?

“This time, we’ll let it go at this? Is that okay with you, Elise?”
“Yes, Shera must have been quite startled. It was unexpected that her fox tails had increased to three, but it’s a gain that her weakness has been exposed. It seems they will continue to grow, so I’m looking forward to when we actually collect them. The point is, we just need to cut them before they become nine tails.”
And the three fox tails, which seemed to have been cut off, were intact. According to Zwei, who approached me, the scissors in question were a prank item intended for a party. They were a party gadget with a blade that moved, making it seem as if they had been cut.
And Zwei also secretly showed me another tool she had made at Freya’s request. She seemed to have hesitated about which to present when Freya told her. It was a ring of barbed wire, and with a trough below it, it looked like a device to collect dripping liquid. At first glance, it looked like a thick garrote for strangulation.

“What is this, Zwei?”
“This is a health device for collecting ‘Elise Oil’ or ‘Elise Fat’. In other words, it forcibly squeezes abdominal fat. Lastly, it was requested by Mother Freya, assuming Father Hal would use ‘Healing Magic’.”
*What! Freya commissioned the development of a torture device, or rather, a health device for Elise…* And when I looked at Elise and the others again, Sierra, who had regained her senses, had reverted to her original form as Shera and was sobbing. She seemed relieved that her fox tails, which she thought were cut off, were safe.
Meanwhile, Elise and Freya also seemed to have vented their stress at an unexpected timing and returned to the party members as if nothing had happened. Garbador and Nestella were stunned by the sudden skit (?). Well, it’s understandable.

3. Was That How the “Sealed Shrine Maiden Princess” Was Hidden!?

“Lord Noonheim. Please forget about Shera and announce the name of the next Crown Prince.”
Lyushenne said with a wry smile, ordering Garbador to start over. She seemed to have taken into consideration the expectant looks of the party members. Although it was a amusement, it was clearly meaningful to them.

“Haha… … Th-then… Oh!? Oh! Freya Diva Banadis! You mean Freya! They say she is the embodiment of a miracle, having received the divine right of kings from Aqua Anaal, the Goddess of Water!”
“Fufu ♪ As expected of me!”
“Kukuku, it wasn’t Elise’s name… oh dear ♪”
“N-now it’s Freya… M-muuuuu~~”
When Freya’s name was announced, Elise’s face turned red and she let out a strange cry, while Shera and Freya struggled to suppress their laughter. And it seemed to be the consensus of the other party members as well, all of them shaking their shoulders.
Thus, the next name Garbador read out was Freya.

*It seems to be leaning towards the Southern Nations, following Shera’s name!?* Then I remembered the arrangement of the inscription-like signatures. In the center of the back of the ‘Letter of Appointment’ is Elise’s name. This may be natural since Elise was the instigator. The fact that Freya and Shera, who were beside Elise, signed afterwards, probably made their names stand out.

Still, Elise’s name is being ignored. Elise’s homeland occupies an extremely important position in the human world, but its details have been kept secret. In other words, even though Elise’s homeland is in the Southern Nations, it is positioned as a small country located in the mountains. Garbador probably doesn’t know about the Kingdom of Portland.
On the other hand, Shera’s homeland, the Kingdom of Sazania, was the most famous in the Southern Nations as a regional power. And Freya’s homeland, the Kingdom of Banadis, was destroyed by the Kingdom of Sazania when she was young, but Freya became famous overnight for her great success during the First Expedition Trip.
Her surviving retainers and subjects must still be eagerly awaiting Freya, who has gone into hiding. The miracle of the sea calming down, by Aqua Anaal, a high-ranking god and the Goddess of Water, was magnificent. In fact, traveling bards sometimes sing about that scene, so it was probably known around here.

Incidentally, the celebration of ‘Divine Right of Kings’ by the gods has not happened for a long time. More specifically, it is a rare event that only appears in the founding myths of historical great nations. It would be strange if such a major incident didn’t cause rumors.
And after the incident with Shera, Freya, who had already revealed her face, gracefully stepped forward in front of Garbador.

“Lord Noonheim. I am Freya Diva Banadis. Please make my acquaintance.”
Freya’s demeanor as she greeted Garbador as a Crown Prince was dignified. Her glittering light blonde hair was flowing, and her sky-blue eyes looked clean and transparent. Her chest was not very large, but it suited her slender physique. It was hard to believe that she was once wearing thick-rimmed glasses with no allure and had become emotionless like a doll due to the harsh training she received after falling into slavery.
Her dignified posture as a Crown Prince is likely the result of the training she received from the party members. Still, she has become more alluring recently, and her beauty is undeniable. Although she was joking earlier, using Shera, the poised Freya has grown into a lady who would be no embarrassment anywhere.
In fact, Garbador, greeted by Freya, blushed and was speechless. Nestala, who waited behind him, looked up at her with a face mixed with longing. Come to think of it, Elise recently called Freya ‘Downtown Princess’ for the first time in a while, but seeing her now, no one would call her ‘Downtown Princess.’

“I am honored to meet such a renowned Crown Prince, Garbador. The fact that such a noble person has come with Princess Lyushenne must be a divine revelation.”
In response to Freya’s greeting, Garbador was extremely humbled. Nestala was also completely frozen. At this moment, Elise, with an angry expression, stepped forward. This was just before Lyushenne was about to announce the third name.

“Hey, Lord Noonheim. What do you mean my name isn’t being called!”
“Y-you are!?”
“My name is written in the middle, isn’t it? I am Elise Lisha Umb Portland, the Crown Prince of the Kingdom of Portland.”
“I apologize. I am not familiar with a country called the Kingdom of Portland.”
“M-muuuu~~”
Elise, who had introduced herself, self-destructed as expected. Garbador really didn’t know about the Kingdom of Portland. Elise collapsed at his cold response. And Freya and Shera, seeing this opportunity, smirked.
“Elise… what a shame,” Freya said, trying to comfort her.

“Elise, don’t worry about it. But I’m not giving you my fox tail… nya,” Chester chimed in.

Elise, blushing from embarrassment at Freya and Chester’s commiserations, received a helpful suggestion from Lyuschenne.

“Lord Noonheim, have you noticed if any of the previously mentioned kingdoms—Sazania, Vandis, or Portland—have deep ties to our Waiyar Imperial Kingdom?” Lyuschenne inquired.

Garbador and Nestella looked genuinely perplexed by Lyuschenne’s question. It was an understandable reaction, as a great forest zone separated the Western Nations, where the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom existed, from the Southern Nations, limiting human interaction.

“The correct answer is the Kingdom of Portland, Elise’s homeland,” Liliana stated, stepping forward from behind Lyuschenne.

“Princess Liliana, what kind of relationship could have existed between the Kingdom of Portland, a small nation in the Southern Nations, and our Waiyar Imperial Kingdom, a major power in the Western Nations?” Garbador asked, still looking bewildered even after Liliana’s explanation.

“Do you know of the great King Saliand Waiyar, who founded the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom?” Liliana inquired.

“Of course! He was one of the legendary ancient heroes who founded the Waiyar Kingdom, the very foundation of our empire,” Garbador replied confidently.

“Yes, that’s right. Saliand Waiyar was a great man and also my ancestor. Do you know of the remaining ancient heroes?” Lyuschenne asked.

“I believe… the other two were Azarii Desmon, known as the Shield Hero, and Ensherry Portra, known as the Staff Hero,” Garbador responded.

“Indeed. And the kingdom founded by Ensherry Portra is none other than Elise’s homeland, the Kingdom of Portland,” Lyuschenne confirmed.

“I see… but unlike Saliand Waiyar, it remained a small country,” Garbador remarked, a hint of mockery in his tone, still failing to grasp Elise’s significance despite Lyuschenne’s explanation, which had clarified her connection to Lyuschenne.

“Lord Noonheim, you are underestimating Elise’s worth. She is also the ‘Princess Priestess of Sealing’,” Lyuschenne added.

Elise puffed out herchest at Lyuschenne’s additional explanation, her belly protruding slightly. Nestella and Astarotte, a former demon, and the former vampire sisters listened dubiously to Lyuschenne and Liliana. While Elise was sometimes referred to as the ‘Princess Priestess of Sealing,’ she hadn’t thought it relevant to them. However, upon learning that Elise was also a descendant of the ancient heroes who sealed the demons in the Demon Realm, they became interested.

“Um, excuse me, Princess Lyuschenne… what does ‘Princess Priestess of Sealing’ mean?” Astarotte, a former low-ranking demon and succubus, asked Lyuschenne, representing their group. Since Astarotte had been accepted as a regular party member of ‘Princess Harem,’ she felt comfortable asking. Elise, the vice-captain, puffed out her chest even further but showed no inclination to explain herself.

Meanwhile, Lyuschenne caught my eye. She was likely asking for permission to explain. Since the former demons had all undergone a class change to become humans, there would be no issue. Furthermore, they were in a position to be targeted by demons. I gave a slight nod, granting Lyuschenne permission to speak.

“Elise is the key to the barrier that seals the passage between the Demon Realm and the Human Realm,” Lyuschenne declared.

“N-no way…”
“We were deceived by that carefree, round belly!”
“To think a gateway to the Demon Realm was so close… what a scam!”
“They say ‘you hide a tree in a forest,’ but… hiding it with a round belly? I can’t believe that’s how people do things.”

Astarotte, Lala_Berze, Lili_Berze, and Lulu_Berze stamped their feet in astonishment and disbelief, clearly shocked. It was hard to believe that Elise’s round belly had served such a purpose.

“Hey, you guys are being awfully mean. Should I punish you just like Chester? You’re equally guilty,” Elise retorted, her expression turning into a pout. Garbador and Nestella seemed unable to keep up with the sudden, nonsensical skit. It was a natural reaction, given they knew nothing of the preceding events.

“—And so, Lyuschenne and I share a deep connection. And here, we also have descendants of the remaining ancient hero, Azarii Desmon,” Lyuschenne explained. As she spoke, Edele stepped forward and removed the Valkyrie-shaped mask she wore. Swan Hilda, a direct descendant of Azarii Desmon, had already undergone a class change to a divine Valkyrie and had no intention of revealing herself.

“My name is Edele Jungferne de Desmondia. Please remember it, Lord Noonheim. My homeland was the Kingdom of Desmondia, located in the now-defunct Northern Nations. Its founder was Azarii Desmon, one of the ancient heroes,” Edele announced. Edele, though petite, was a beautiful girl with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes. Through her time with ‘Princess Harem,’ she had acquired the dignity befitting a crown prince. It was unlikely anyone could discern her former demonic nature.

“W-what! To think that descendants of the ancient heroes would gather here!”

“Indeed. And this is not mere coincidence but destiny, a revelation from the gods. It is also the reason I could not immediately return to my homeland, the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom. Though I cannot elaborate, we are acting according to the will of the Divine Realm. This is not merely about restoring the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom; the fate of the Human Realm hinges on it,” Lyuschenne proclaimed with dignity. Garbador and Nestella bowed their heads in subservience as her subjects.

“Hal, could you examine Lord Noonheim’s wound?” Lyuschenne requested.

“Yeah, sure, Lyuschenne,” I replied. It seemed my turn had finally come.

“Lord Noonheim, may I see the wound on your left leg?” I asked.

“Y-you’re an Espagna spy! No matter how weakened, I am a proud Waiyar knight. I will not accept charity from the enemy!” Garbador declared.

“Noonheim! You will accept Hal’s treatment. This is a direct order!” Lyuschenne interjected. Garbador glared daggers at me, refusing my examination. Nestella, standing behind him, seemed intensely curious. Perhaps she had realized that I was the one who healed her wound. At the time, I had passed it off as being healed by a wandering saintess I coincidentally encountered, but she might have figured out the truth.

“Grrr… I cannot defy Princess Lyuschenne’s command. I am still a Waiyar knight, after all,” Garbador relented, looking crestfallen.

“Then allow me to reintroduce myself. My name is Hal Harem Von Raymond. My family runs the large slave trading company, Raymond Trading Company, so I am sometimes called ‘Young Master.’ I know Alicia through business and, after various twists and turns, we are now engaged.”

“So that’s why you were granted the title of ‘First-Class Quasi-Noble’?” Garbador inquired.

“No… it was for saving Crown Prince Elizabeth’s life during our adventures. We received that title for our accomplishments.”

“Hmm… it’s a surprising coincidence that you also know Princess Lyuschenne and Princess Liliana,” Garbador remarked.

“…That is related to my specialty. Slave trading is currently suspended, and I am diligently working as the Party Leader of the Adventurer Party ‘Princess Harem’ every day.”

“…I see. I suspect your specialty is related to healing. In that case, I have no objections. I’ll remove my clothes, so please examine me as you see fit.”

“Understood.” Garbador cinched his belt and lowered his trousers. I didn’t want to look at a hairy man’s lower body, but it was necessary for the treatment. I then examined Garbador’s old wound.

“…This is bad. The stitches on your left thigh are festering and bleeding! It’s been a long time since the fall of the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom, and yet it hasn’t fully healed…”

“During that last sortie… I was shot by a poisoned arrow from an Espagna soldier hiding before the battle… The impact caused me to fall from my horse into the bushes. I was close to death for a time, but I somehow managed to survive… However, my body was no longer capable of serving as a knight. I became an adventurer to make ends meet, and it seems my struggle to survive has paid off. But with this body… I regret that I cannot be of use to the Princess!”

As I examined his wound, Garbador began to pour out his heart.

“Hal, can you heal it?”

“If parts had necrosed due to the poison or if there were missing limbs, it would be troublesome, but this should be manageable.”

I then cast ‘Healing Magic’ and easily healed Garbador’s wound.

“I believe it’s fully healed now, but could you confirm?”

“Eh?! I feel warm all over, and the ache from my old wound is gone. Oh!? I can stand! I can stand! I can walk without my sword as a cane! Lord Raymond, you truly are a rare Healing Mage!” Garbador exclaimed.

Garbador then bowed to me and offered his thanks. “Th-thank you. With this, I can fight again as Princess Lyuschenne’s knight.”

“Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim, I would entrust you with the education of this new knight, Nestella Yaggard. What do you say?” Lyuschenne asked.

“Your command is my honor. I accept it.” And so, the old knight joined us as a companion. However, Garbador and Nestella refused to ride in Lyuschenne’s carriage, deeming it disrespectful, and chose to accompany us on foot. This was also, of course, to train Nestella and to get Garbador’s injured body back into shape.

We left the inn and departed from Yaruta Village. We would travel the main road towards the Imperial Capital Ashurai. However, per Lyuschenne and Elise’s request, we would bypass the town of Karamiya and take a detour to Mistila Village. Before that, we needed to traverse a steep mountain road. Furthermore, according to information from Garbador, bandits were reportedly lurking near the difficult mountain pass, and incidents of young women being abducted to their lair were frequent. The enemy was numerous, making their suppression difficult.

I had a bad feeling about this…

***

4. The Tragic Tale of Marlo Rita Suicide Pass’s Birth ①

After departing from Yaruta Village, we proceeded at a slower pace than a normal walk. This was because Waiyar Knight Garbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim and the newly appointed knight, Sir Nestella Yaggard, were accompanying us on foot. Moreover, both had just had their wounds healed by my ‘Healing Magic,’ but as knights, they felt it was too disrespectful to ride in the carriage of their lord, leaving me no choice but to accept. Then again, there was only one vacant seat available…

Leaving Yaruta Village, we traveled alongside the shore of a large lake for some time. The lake surface was calm, and scenic views spread out before us. Several boats floated on the lake, and people appeared to be fishing. A waterway fed from the lake flowed with abundant water. Thus, looking in the opposite direction of the lake, we saw fields stretching out into the distance.

The main road was paved with old cobblestones, bearing the marks of wagon ruts, but major cavities seemed to have been repaired by the Espana Imperial Army. Water channels were constructed on both sides, with small fish swimming in the clear water. Beyond them, street trees were planted, and dappled sunlight reflected off the water’s surface—sparkling. It was a very tranquil and peaceful rural landscape.

However, the road ahead gradually sloped upwards. It twisted into a mountain pass, and the horizon was filled with mountains on either side of what appeared to be the pass. Our destination lay beyond this pass. As it was a main road connecting towns, there were quite a few travelers. After overtaking a group that seemed to be traveling on foot, we were in turn passed by a caravan led by merchants. Skilled adventurers were escorting the caravan. It seemed the road ahead was indeed dangerous.

A short while later, a magnificent black carriage pulled by two horses, likely belonging to a noble or a wealthy merchant, approached from the front. Burly men, seemingly mercenaries, were escorting the carriage. It was a formidable, seemingly impenetrable formation. Several more carriages followed behind. Judging by the state of their cargo areas, it seemed that merchants were using them for a ride over the pass.

Currently, I was driving the lead carriage, and Freya was holding the reins of the carriage behind me. This was because Garbador had informed us that bandits were known to appear on the difficult sections of this main road, and the two of us were the most skilled at handling horses. By the way, Tirna was sitting next to me, and Mai was on alert beside Freya. Tirna was acting as a guide, and Mai was keeping watch of our surroundings. Furthermore, Garbador was positioned in front of the carriage, and Nestella was responsible for rear guard duty. Of course, the party members waiting inside the carriage were also in full combat readiness. Oh, and on the roof of the carriage I was driving, Dietlinde held her bow, and on the roof of the other carriage, Elise held aloft her sacred staff. Meanwhile, Shera, who was entrusted with my sacred staff, had transformed into her Shera-nee-san form and was inside the carriage. She likely reasoned that with a Zantou, it would be faster to deal with bandits. Swan Hilda, a Valkyrie, was on standby. This was because she was planned to deal with any unexpected formidable enemies other than bandits. Specifically, recently, the schemes of the demons had become increasingly noticeable. Weren’t they running out of options?

“Hey Tirna, we’re about to reach the problematic mountain pass on the main road… should we stop the carriages here? That clearing we see a little ahead looks like a good spot.”

“Wouldn’t that require splitting the ‘Princess Harem’ personnel into forwarding and waiting groups? Sequential deployment of forces is the height of foolishness. However, we need to have a final briefing and check equipment, so let’s take a break. I’ll serve something sweet.”

“That’s true… in that case, please prepare some delicious tea and pastries.”

“Understood, Hal. My apprentice Ain will also be happy to get some training.”

“Ain must be happy to have such wonderful teachers as Elise and Tirna… but it seems both of them are strict in their training. Ain might actually be struggling.”

“Hal, did you say something?”

“No, it’s nothing important.”

Just before reaching the mountain pass, a clearing had been made beside the main road. This was likely for taking breaks or camping. It was also probably where people would maintain their carriages before entering the difficult mountain pass. In the center of the clearing, several simple cooking stoves made of piled-up stones had been erected. People from several carriages and their companions were cooking, or relaxing on logs placed as chairs. We also parked our carriages in an empty spot, tended to the horses by giving them water and feed, and then gathered in a circle around an unused simple stove.

In our group, there were only two men: myself and Garbador. The rest were all young maidens. Of course, we were all wearing the ‘Valkyrie-inspired mask’ and deep hoods of the ‘Princess Harem’ party uniform, giving us a suspicious appearance… In fact, all the women except Nestella were wearing the uniform. The former demons, now human maidens, probably felt they had no choice. No, it was appropriate behavior for them to become beautiful maidens.

Astarotte and the others were being taught various things by the party members. This ranged from common sense as humans to education and etiquette as noblewomen. Lyuschenne, Liliana, and Tirna were particularly enthusiastic in their teaching. This was likely Lyuschenne’s intention, as she planned to take them in as her subordinates in the future. Garbador, the only other man besides myself, was not slacking off, surrounded by party members and blushing. On the contrary, he was a diligent and strict individual, fulfilling his duties as a knight. This should minimize the risk of unnecessary trouble. However, as they got used to him, party members might start teasing him, which would be a headache. In short, “The company a man keeps is his measure.”

However, our party seemed to stand out due to this unique atmosphere. No matter how much we disguised ourselves, the excited voices of young maidens would fly around, making us the equivalent of “hiding your head but leaving your rear exposed.” Still, it was understandable to disguise ourselves and hide our appearances, as it would be like an invitation to anyone who saw beautiful girls in a place like this. However, it was impossible to completely conceal the vibrant atmosphere of the girls. Besides their voices, the sweet scent unique to girls in adolescence was leaking out everywhere…

While the gazes of those around us were slightly bothersome, with such a large group, any ill-intentioned individuals would hesitate to cause trouble. Tirna lit a fire and brewed some tea. After boiling the tea leaves, we added sugar, milk, and butter, then strained it through a cloth to create a rich, sweet, and mellow milk tea. The sweetness helped to relieve the fatigue of our journey. It was as expected of Tirna, with the apprentice Ain assisting with the preparation. Ain studied general magic under Elise, but she learned practical skills like housework and pharmacology, including poisons, from Tirna. Recently, Zwei had been performing exceptionally well, and Ain was slightly anxious about fading into the background.

“Father Hal, how does it taste? I think I brewed it well.”

“The butter flavor is exquisite, and it’s really delicious.”

“Yes♪ Thank you.”

“And the cookies served with it are also fragrant.”

“This is also something I made as part of my training and kept in a can.”

“Ain, you’re working hard too.”

“Yes♪ Can I become human soon?”

“Yes, you can.” Ain quickly tried to appease me with her words, and her charming, maidenly gestures had become quite natural. In contrast, Zwei drank her milk tea with a slightly envious expression. Still, Ain and Zwei’s attitudes and nuances were already comparable to those of humans, and it seemed likely they would undergo a class change soon. By the way, Fear, the Mimic Slime who served as my summoned beast in Ain’s stead, was still disguised as Lulu_Berze’s flat chest. She must have really liked that spot. I didn’t know Dry’s current location, but if her master Kirika summoned her, she would come immediately. Is this okay, Fear!? You’re too focused on your own pace!!

“Lord Noonheim, please tell me more about the bandits said to be appearing ahead.”

“Lord Raymond, the pass ahead is called Satela Pass…”

“Satela Pass! —That means… this is the tragic ‘Marlo Rita Suicide Pass’!” Liliana interrupted with a surprised expression as Garbador began to explain at my request. But what was ‘Marlo Rita Suicide Pass’?! It sounded ominous. Strangely, only Liliana reacted; Lyuschenne and Tirna acted as if they knew nothing, tilting their heads in puzzlement.

“Liliana, ‘Marlo Rita Suicide Pass’ is an ominous place name. What on earth happened?” I asked.

“Yes, Hal. A very sad incident occurred here centuries ago. However, it has nothing to do with the current bandits, so please let Lord Noonheim continue. I was rude to interrupt.” Liliana quickly returned to her normal composure after her moment of surprise. Swan Hilda, however, raised her hand.

“Liliana, if you’ve started talking, you should finish. I’m very curious. Besides, the miasma here is thick. It’s possible it’s related to past tragedies!”

“Is that so? Swan Hilda!?”

“Hal, if past grudges have solidified and are emitting miasma, demons could be attracted, and passing travelers could become possessed,” Astarotte replied to my question, and the former vampire sisters nodded in agreement. Moreover, I felt that Liliana’s statement was quite perceptive. It seemed I needed to hear the explanation from Liliana.

“I see… then, let Liliana explain.”

“Yes, Hal. As you know, the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom has had a continuous dynasty under the Waiyar Imperial Family for a long time. And during that time—”

To summarize Liliana’s explanation:

Centuries ago, a cunning Prime Minister, who was thought to be a loyal minister supporting the current Emperor, suddenly rebelled. He raised an army to usurp the throne. The reason for the rebellion by the sycophantic Prime Minister remains unclear, with various theories circulating. It’s likely that a gag order was imposed, and surviving historical records were destroyed through book burning or other means. The rebellion was quickly suppressed, and the captured Prime Minister was publicly executed.

However, the Prime Minister had a beloved daughter who was married to the Emperor as a secondary consort. She was also executed by poison, likely due to guilt by association. The Emperor had intended to spare her at the request of his ministers, suggesting she was either extremely beautiful or highly favored. Perhaps his relationship with the Empress was strained.

And that unfortunate consort had a young Imperial Princess with the Emperor. Her name was Margarita Peds Waiyar. Her fate was written in ancient texts in the forbidden archives of the Yangas Kingdom. It seemed they had managed to preserve one of the few surviving books that escaped destruction. Liliana, with her fondness for heroes, made it her hobby to decipher ancient texts. Through this, she learned of the matter that had been buried in darkness.

Imperial Princess Margarita was said to be a very lovely beautiful girl with lavender hair and peach-colored irises. She had a straightforward and gentle personality and was expected to be a useful pawn in a political marriage. However, her father, the Emperor, ordered the execution of Imperial Princess Margarita, who was also a blood relative of the Prime Minister who had betrayed his trust, on charges of guilt by association. The mother, sensing this in advance, used her last remaining authority as a consort to successfully help her escape from the Imperial Palace… It was likely that she had made arrangements for her escape when her father revolted. Or perhaps, a trusted subordinate of the captured consort might have helped her.

At that time, Imperial Princess Margarita was only twelve years old. Despite her age, the pursuers sent by her father, the Emperor, were relentless, to the extent that one of the knight orders was dedicated solely to her pursuit. Perhaps it was a case of “loving someone so much that you hate them a hundredfold.” Love and hatred are two sides of the same coin, as they say…

Even with excellent attendants and maids, they were eventually caught and surrounded at Satela Pass. By then, only a few maids with martial arts skills remained to protect Imperial Princess Margarita. Realizing her fate was sealed, Imperial Princess Margarita bravely placed the dagger entrusted to her by her mother against her delicate neck and, with a single swift motion, slit her carotid artery, meting out a glorious suicide.

What a… tragic story…

***

5. The Tragic Tale of Marlo Rita Suicide Pass’s Birth ②

Vividly, as if in a waking dream, the scene of Imperial Princess Margarita’s final moments flashed through my mind. Lyuschenne’s narration was that compelling. However, for some reason, the scene in my mind differed slightly from Lyuschenne’s account.

***

“Princess Margarita, Father Emperor’s assassins have already surrounded Satela Pass. It is beyond saving. Please brace yourself.”

Realizing they were surrounded, one of the maids, with bloodshot eyes, snatched the dagger from Princess Margarita’s grasp and mercilessly urged her to commit suicide. Though a princess, she was the blood relative of a traitor, and she likely feared a horrible death by torture if captured. It was perhaps a genuine kindness to let her die pure and undefiled… But when cornered to the extreme, people sometimes commit unbelievable actions.

“…No. I-I don’t want to die…”

Princess Margarita, still retaining her childlike innocence, burst into tears, refusing to die. Despite being dressed in a luxurious crimson gown befitting a princess, her life was like a candle in the wind. Only three maids remained to attend her. Many loyal retainers had lost their lives trying to help Princess Margarita escape.

“Your grandfather and mother are waiting for you.”

“N-no! I-I don’t want to dieeeee~!”

“Princess Margarita, please prepare yourself! If you struggle, you will miss your vital point and suffer!”

“Hiiiiiiii~. N-no, I-I don’t wannaaaaaa~!”

The maid untied the string that secured the bag containing the dagger, drew the blade from its sheath, and her face was etched with madness. However, Princess Margarita had no escape. Another maid had grabbed her from behind and was holding her in a bear hug. Cornered, Princess Margarita could only scream. The third maid on watch wore a grim expression.

“Then… forgive me!”

*Slash*

“! Aaaahhh… ahh… –”

Princess Margarita’s slender neck was severed with ease, and fresh blood splattered around. She died instantly, her face contorted in terror. The maids then committed suicide, bringing silence. The sight of Princess Margarita’s body lying in a pool of blood transformed into a gruesome scene of mass suicide.

In my mind’s playback, Princess Margarita’s neck had been cut by a maid, but the truth remained uncertain. However… even after death, Princess Margarita faced a tragic fate.

“Captain… I have confirmed the deaths of all personnel. Imperial Princess Margarita’s body is among them. I only wish we could bury them respectfully.”

“I see… However, that is not possible. By Imperial decree from His Majesty the Emperor: have the maids dig a hole and bury them! As for the ringleader (***), Imperial Princess Margarita, she is to be stripped naked and hung as a warning.”

“For such a young princess to be called the ringleader…”

“Of course, I understand. But the Emperor’s decree is absolute!”

The knights, drenched in sweat, dug the burial hole. Though they were enemies, they were still subjects of the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom. Perhaps some had harbored feelings for her, or were even betrothed. Within the bounds of not disobeying orders, the knights buried them respectfully. Finally, only the tragic remains of Imperial Princess Margarita were left.

For the sake of a warning, the clothes of Imperial Princess Margarita, who had committed suicide or been murdered, were about to be removed. When she gave up her life, Imperial Princess Margarita was wearing a crimson dress. It was probably chosen because bloodstains would not be noticeable.

“This is unpleasant work… but it’s my duty…” First, the bloodstains wetting the body were wiped away. Then, a cloth was wrapped around the severed neck to hide the wound. This might have been the knights’ last gesture. Next, the collar covering her chest was removed from the crimson dress, and the decorative cord cinching her waist was untied. Then, with her limp body turned face up, the buttons on the back were undone one by one with rough fingers. However, it was surprisingly difficult to remove the clothes from a corpse whose limbs had gone limp. Ultimately, the knights used spare short swords to cut and remove the dress.

Her undergarments, though not sensuous for a child, consisted of a fine silk chemise and a warm-looking cotton panty. The knights were gentlemen and carefully cut the fabric so as not to damage the body. Perhaps the consciousness of her being their own country’s princess remained somewhere within them. Imperial Princess Margarita’s body, at the age of twelve, was pre-pubescent. Her chest had a slight curve but could hardly be called breasts. The protrusion was so slight that it was indistinguishable from that of a boy of the same age. The bloodstains seemed to have been wiped away with a wet towel, and her naked body looked peaceful, as if she were asleep. Her body, still retaining a childlike figure, was fatty and seemed very soft and squishy. Lyuschenne had told me before that Waiyar royal bloodlines often produced empresses with large or very large breasts. The reason was that successive emperors were apparently fond of large breasts. Lyuschenne and Liliana were prime examples of this. Sophie, who had a slender build, was apparently strongly influenced by her maternal lineage. The Duke of Yver Duchy must have been fond of small breasts.

This meant… it was highly likely that Imperial Princess Margarita would have developed large breasts if she had lived. As for me, I could not tolerate the injustice of a noble beautiful girl being killed, but since the incident happened centuries ago, I couldn’t intervene. If I had been there, I could have resurrected her… but that was impossible now. If the body had remained in a fresh state, there
The young girl’s naked corpse, swaying loosely in the wind, seemed to wound their pride. Knights were originally meant to protect Princess Margarita, after all. After erecting a fence around the body and posting a notice, they returned. Their expressions conveyed a deep sense of shame. Their footsteps were heavy, as if their mission had ended in failure.

It seemed the abandoned corpse was left to decay.

Naturally, it was exposed to the public eye of travelers passing along the main road.

Travelers, merchants, and adventurers alike gathered before the fence, eager to catch a glimpse of the beautiful, noble young girl’s corpse. Of course, women also came to witness the spectacle, for women could be surprisingly cruel to their own kind. By displaying Princess Margarita’s body as a spectacle, a powerful deterrent against rebellion was established. This was likely the Emperor’s intention, but Princess Margarita’s soul would not be saved.

“Is this truly the remains of a noble princess… how pitiable…”

“Still… she’s so young~”

“Indeed… Her chest is flat, and her groin only has a single slit, with only downy hair that evokes pity. If she had grown, she would have surely become a stunning beauty…”

“According to the notice, her name was Princess Margarita Pedos Waiyar, but to force a twelve-year-old, not yet an adult, to commit suicide and then display her naked… what a cruel fate.”

Amidst this, a man spoke.

“How lamentable. But such a young, beautiful girl… her name, however, ‘Maru(entirely) de Lolita’… ‘the name reflects the person,’ as they say. From head to toe, she’s entirely a Lolita.”

“Well said. Margarita… like Lolita… Marlo Lolita! Then, how about we name this pass ‘Marlo Lolita Suicide Pass’?”

“That’s perfect. A name with quite an impact!”

***

Following that sad event, Satela Pass eventually came to be known by the common name ‘Marlo Lolita Suicide Pass’. Naturally, the Waiyar Imperial Kingdom banned the use of this dishonorable name, but the more it was forbidden, the more it spread. ‘Evil deeds travel a thousand miles,’ as the saying goes, but this spread like ‘spiders scattering their young’.

However, it was a tragic incident that an innocent child, without any fault, was driven to either suicide or murder. …Or rather, Liliana’s explanation and my own internal delusions(?) had gotten mixed up, causing my mind to become a mess.

Furthermore, the body was left unburied and desecrated. In nine out of ten cases, Princess Margarita’s soul would be trapped by obsession, wandering as a earthbound spirit or an evil spirit.

Now, new blood was being spilled in this cursed place. I felt a very bad premonition—a strong one. Fog was already beginning to form near the summit of the pass, and if things went wrong, there was a concern that the said bandits might turn into demons, or worse, fall into the state of devils.

“What a sad story… Even after death, to be stripped naked and hung… I… cannot help but feel this is happening to me as well, Princess Margarita.”

Lyushenne, who had been listening to Liliana’s tale about ‘Marlo Lolita Suicide Pass’, wept tears. Come to think of it, Lyushenne herself had tried to stab some enemies during the ‘Princess Auction’ but failed and was ultimately executed by hanging, naked.

And her body was to be thrown into a pit where the corpses of paupers in the general cemetery were discarded. If I hadn’t brought her back to life with ‘Resurrection Magic’ at that time, Lyushenne would have met a similar fate.

As I thought of this, Liliana, who had been the storyteller, was now stifling sobs.

Now that I think about it, Liliana herself had been in a similar situation. In her case, while fleeing the royal castle, she was captured by slave traders and utilized by the ‘Assassin’s Guild’ as a disposable Killing Doll for assassination missions. In the end, because our actions kept her target too busy, she survived as she wasn’t sent to the brothel as planned.

However, when I specifically requested her, the poison hidden within Liliana’s vagina was discovered, and she was beaten to death in a public lynching. At that time, Liliana had also been bound and hung by her hands with rough rope around her wrists. Although it wasn’t suicide, it must have been a terribly harsh way to die.

If I hadn’t used ‘Resurrection Magic,’ Lyushenne and Liliana would not be in this world. Most of the Party Members who knew the circumstances at the time were weeping along with them. In the ‘Princess Harem,’ there are quite a few Party Members who were resurrected after suffering through a tragic death…

“Well then, Lord Noonheim, thank you for waiting. Please tell me in detail about the bandits who are appearing in Satela Pass.”

“Lord Raymond, understood.”

Although it was a slight detour, I decided to hear from Garbador what he knew about the bandits.

6. He who sees righteousness and does not act has no courage ①
We are having our final briefing in a plaza just before Satela Pass, also known by its common name ‘Marlo Lolita Suicide Pass’. Among the things Liliana told me was the birth story of ‘Marlo Lolita Suicide Pass,’ a tale so sad it’s beyond description.

But still… what was that day dream I had while Liliana was explaining?!

Could it be… a miracle shown by the soul of Princess Margarita, who was forced to end her young life? In that state, I can’t imagine she could have ascended to heaven and returned to the cycle of reincarnation. It’s possible she’s still trapped by the fear of death beneath the tree where she was hung.

At that point, was she asking for my help through that daydream…? Saving a soul is a difficult problem, even with all the knowledge of my previous life as Lester the Cleric. I don’t think we can expect a miracle from a god. If we were to receive any more miracles, it might even warp the future of the human world.

“Regarding the bandits who appear in Satela Pass, they call themselves the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’. They number in the tens of thousands, a lawless group that a mere adventurer cannot handle.”

Garbador’s explanation about the bandits began, and their scale seemed to be far greater than I imagined. With the invasion of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, the fall of the Waiyar Empire, and the invasion of the Demon Lord’s Army, it’s no wonder people’s hearts are in disarray.

“This is precisely when the knights of the Espana Imperial Kingdom should be stepping in!”

Alice, indignant, spoke up. Perhaps this wasn’t just the pride of a noble of Espana, but a statement based on the duty to maintain order in the lands they had conquered. If the Espana Imperial Army was letting them be, there must have been a reason.

“Your Excellency Viscountess Rendle, regarding the Espana Imperial Army, their main forces have already withdrawn, and only the minimum necessary security personnel remain. Rumor has it they were deployed to the intensifying battles against the demons.”

Garbador explained that the Espana Imperial Army didn’t have much fighting strength left. Come to think of it, based on my past life’s memories, this was a period when the Human-Demi-Human Allied Forces were regaining ground, and a counter-offensive operation into the fallen western kingdoms had begun. By the way, the Hero Party led by the Hero Albert Sandia was also in the midst of continuous fierce battles.

Although the Demon Lord Army was gradually being pushed back, the enemy was still powerful, and the endless days were tough. In such a harsh environment, Lester the Cleric supported the Hero and his comrades with his brilliant ‘Healing Magic’. I also recalled the sight of beautiful girls, now free, swarming around the Hero in the liberated lands, but I no longer felt the jealousy I used to.

Is this the mindset of ‘the rich don’t fight’?

“I see… so even if I give an order, the situation cannot be improved.”

Alice was dejected after hearing Garbador’s explanation. Despite the circumstances, the main road remained open, perhaps because it was judged that escorts would be sufficient, or perhaps they underestimated the bandits.

“Then, I will continue my explanation. The leader of the enemy is a bald, hulking giant with a dubious name, Bigcock, rumored to be an unparalleled womanizer. The vice-leader is a slasher with a red mohawk and a knife, a ridiculously named figure called Mohy-Kahn. As for the rest, they are an amorphous mob whose individual names are unknown. They apparently attack with shrieks of ‘Hyahhaa!’ while wearing spiked leather jackets. Ah! Also, regarding the enemy leader, Bigcock, there’s information that he constantly has a girl fitted to his groin. Apparently, he uses captured girls as living penis cases until they are used up.”

“Wh-what a despicable scumbag! In our sacred land of Waiyar, such a dubious existence cannot be overlooked.”

Lyushenne, hearing Garbador’s explanation, flew into a fiery rage, her eyebrows bristling. Even if half of Garbador’s explanation was rumor, he was the worst of the worst.

“Lord Hal, by my name, I swear to exterminate the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ and ensure their annihilation!!”

Lyushenne’s furious gaze was directed at me.

“Is that so… what does everyone else think? We could also detour around Satela Pass, but…”

“Lord Hal, isn’t it convenient that we have enemies who don’t hold back? They are perfect prey for my brilliant offensive magic♪”

In response, Vice-Leader Elise smiled broadly.

“My abdominal wounds have healed, so I seek battle merits. It is time to bring glory to the name of the High Elves.”

Dietlinde was also full of fighting spirit.

“If Lady Elise intends to fight, then as her disciple, I have no objections.”

Eria nodded in agreement. Beside her, Edele grinned.

Consequently, all of the ‘Princess Harem’ Party Members, along with the accompanying girls, unanimously agreed to crush the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ with predatory smiles.

As usual, I, the Party Leader, had no say in the matter. The lukewarm gazes from Garbador and Nestlera were quite painful. My true strength lies as a Healing Mage, so I wasn’t needed at the moment.

And so, we set forth for Satela Pass.

As we departed, considering the possibility of a surprise attack, Mai and Sharon were sent ahead as scouts. Freyja and I would continue to hold the reins of the carriage. Ein sat beside me on the driver’s seat of my lead carriage, preparing for magical attacks. My summoned beast, Fear, was still disguised as Lulu_Berze’s false breasts. I had wanted to summon her and deploy her when needed…

In refusing my command, she made me lose my resolve by jiggling her false breasts—*purun, purun*. Well, there was also the reason that Lulu_Berze seemed cute and bewildered by the breast-shaking even though she wasn’t moving… this time, I decided to overlook her insubordination. On the roof of the carriage, Dietlinde was still positioned.

Her expression suggested she intended to use forbidden magic.

In the carriage behind mine, Freyja was driving, and Shella-nee-san was now in the seat where Mai had been. The greatsword propped up seemed to be thirsting for blood. And on the roof of that carriage, Elise was positioned, just as before. Holding her sacred staff, she wore a daring smile.

Everyone was ready to fight.

The ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ were clearly enemies of women. Was that the reason they incurred their wrath? *Kuwa-bara, kuwa-bara, kuwa-bara*—may misfortune not befall me.

And so, our carriage plunged into Satela Pass.

The mountain road twisted and turned, and visibility was poor. The main road itself was a fine cobblestone path, but the branches and leaves of the dense deciduous forest encroaching on the sides obstructed the view. Fortunately, the slope of the ascent was not as steep as expected, leaving the horses with some leeway.

The figures of Mai and Sharon, who had gone ahead, were nowhere to be seen. Garbador, walking ahead, had his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, vigilantly scanning the surroundings, but there was no sign of any people.

Were we alone?!

Could this be a bad development?

Come to think of it, there were no birds chirping, no sounds of wild beasts, nor any roars. Could the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ be lurking in the nearby bushes? Cold sweat trickled down my back from suspicion and anxiety. I had a disastrous lack of combat sense. This situation was truly distressing, but it couldn’t be helped. Still, my turn would surely come.

“Aaaah… H-help me~~~”

Finally, as we reached near the summit of Satela Pass without incident, a scream, as if tearing silk, was heard from a young woman. It was probably a scream from near the summit of Satela Pass. It seemed the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ had attacked another traveler, not us.

I urged the horses forward with the whip to rush to the site of the attack. Of course, since it was an uphill climb, the pace only increased from a walk to a trot, not a canter or gallop. However, the two horses, unafraid, advanced with shining eyes. These horses must have experience as warhorses.

“Lord Hal… at the summit of the pass… the carriage has overturned…”

“I didn’t see any crest, but it was a luxurious black carriage. They must have been attacked by a noble in disguise. And—”

Just then, Mai and Sharon, who had gone ahead as scouts, returned. Mai leaped onto my carriage and reported the situation. Sharon, while running, added to Mai’s explanation before heading towards the carriage behind us. She likely judged that Freyja and the others would want to know what was happening.

The carriage that was attacked was apparently well-made and black. The horses pulling it had been cut down and killed. The coachman also seemed to have been attacked, his mangled body lying beside the horses.

At the scene of the attack, lower-ranking members of the Hyahhaa Hooligans, with their mohawk hairstyles, were surrounding the area densely, making it impossible to discern the details. However, the continued screams of a girl indicated that there were survivors.

According to Garbador’s explanation, the leader, Bigcock, had a hobby of using captured girls as living penis cases. We had to save them somehow.

“It seems the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ are attacking a carriage at the summit of Satela Pass. Stop the carriage when the enemy comes into view, and then begin the attack!”

“Alright, then I’ll give specific instructions for the attack. I will—”

Elise, Dietlinde, and the others nodded at my declaration. With the two carriages as the center, Garbador and Nestlera would protect the front and rear, while Mai and Sharon would guard the flanks as we headed towards the scene of the attack. As we charged, Vice-Leader Elise issued instructions on the attack methods. For once, Elise was reliable.

[Fireball]
[Wind Cutter]
[Foxfire]
[Sand Wall]

As soon as we burst into the attack site, Dietlinde, Elise, and Shella-nee-san unleashed a three-stage barrage of magical attacks. Meanwhile, Ein, instead of offensive magic, created a defensive sand wall. This was at Elise’s instruction. However, Ein’s face betrayed his desire to participate in the attack…

*Chudooooon*, *Doka-ah-don*, *Tododoooon*

“Ugyaaaaahhh… Hyahhaahha!”
“Hyahhaa!”
“Ugeeeehhh, Hyahhaahha!”

Merciless and powerful magical attacks launched from behind the attackers exploded one after another, blowing away the mohawk-headed lower-ranking members and sending severed limbs and heads flying through the air. Blood mist and dust billowed up, and the surviving lower-ranking members rushed towards our carriage. But the sand wall created by Ein served as a perfect barrier. Truly, Elise was skilled. It showed her seasoned wisdom as a proficient mage to make Ein use defensive magic, not just focusing on offensive spells.

If only she didn’t have a potbelly, she’d have a more dignified presence. Well, her physique was certainly imposing…

“Lord Yaggard, charge forth! Show the pride of a Waiyar Knight!!”

“Yes! Lord Noonheim, may your fortunes in battle be good!”

Immediately after, Garbador and Nestlera drew their knight swords and charged forth. Their movements were truly those of knights. And Mai and Sharon, like former assassins, vanished into the enemy ranks and cut their way in.

Garbador, who charged into the enemy ranks like a gust of wind, cut down the lower-ranking members with agile movements that belied his age. Nestlera, who followed, hesitated slightly, resulting in a sword fight with a lower-ranking member, but her swordsmanship was superior, as she deeply cut into the enemy’s right flank, inflicting a fatal wound.

Meanwhile, Mai and Sharon approached the lower-ranking members stealthily. Mai slashed at the carotid artery of a lower-ranking member with a magnificent mustache with her short sword, causing his head to fly off from the momentum. Blood sprayed like a fountain from the severed neck. However, Mai remained unspattered.

Sharon targeted a lower-ranking member with a rainbow-colored mohawk, and with a series of feints and intricate movements, she flanked him and buried something in his neck from behind. She likely used an assassination needle. The rainbow-headed lower-ranking member immediately collapsed and died.

7. He who sees righteousness and does not act has no courage ② △
As the battle devolved into chaos, the offensive magic users, led by Elise, were systematically eliminating the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ lower-ranking members one by one with precise magical attacks, but the enemy numbers were still high. Furthermore, to rescue the attacked girls, they refrained from using magic attacks on the central area where the enemy leader, Bigcock, was likely located. Therefore, forbidden magic could not be used in this situation.

However, Elise’s magic attacks had cleared the field of vision. As Mai had reported, a magnificent black carriage was overturned, with the dead bodies of horses and the coachman lying nearby. Moreover, a man with bright red mohawk hair seemed to be straddling a figure believed to be a girl and slashing at her with a knife. The girl appeared to be barely alive or already dead. Was that the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ vice-leader, Mohy-Kahn…?

Seeing his ecstatic expression, he appeared to be a psychopathic lunatic with a broken personality. Judging by his attire, the attacked victim was likely a maid… This carriage must have belonged to a high-ranking noble or royalty!?

Yet, there were no signs of the knights who were supposed to be guarding it, nor their mounts. Perhaps they were on a stealthy journey without guards for some important reason. The ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ must have taken advantage of this opportunity to attack.

And the sole survivor, the girl, was somehow still alive. However, she was being held captive by a bald giant. Undoubtedly, that giant was the leader, Bigcock. Meanwhile, the captured girl’s face was swollen purple and bleeding from her mouth, likely from being punched. However, the blue dress she was wearing looked like well-tailored attire.

There was no doubt that the girl was a beautiful maiden…

And Bigcock was roughly fondling the girl’s breasts. Her breasts were squeezed through the blue dress, and the girl was in great pain. She might have been in pain from being punched in the face, but it was natural to hurt if her breasts were squeezed so forcefully.

A girl’s breasts are delicate mounds that should be gently caressed, sucked, and squeezed…

Still, to punch a girl in the face… what an impudent scumbag. Then, Bigcock suddenly lifted the hem of the blue dress, attempting to shove his thick finger into the exposed pure white panties. Of course, this revealed her slender
At that moment, a refreshing voice echoed across the bloody battlefield.

“Heavenly Punishment,” it declared.

*Thwack*

To my surprise, Holy Spirit Serena, who I thought had been in hiding, delivered “Heavenly Punishment” to Bigcock’s filthy backside.

“Gyaaaaaaahhhh… Hyahhaa! Just what the hell do you think you’re doing? How dare you, a mere goddamn fairy! I’ll crush you!”

Despite smoke rising from his rear, Bigcock didn’t show any signs of fear. Was he losing himself in his immense rage?

“Your backside was too dirty… it disrupted my concentration. I shall withdraw.”

Realizing her attack had failed, Holy Spirit Serena immediately turned invisible and fled. However, Holy Spirit Serena’s desperate attack seemed to have made him forget about the girl he was so fixated on.

Mai and Sharon, seeing an opportunity, rescued her and brought her to our carriage. It seemed they had feigned returning to their own lines to wait for a chance to save the girl.

The battlefield was now nearing its end.

The only remaining enemies were the leader Bigcock and the guest, Ponkichi-sensei.

“It’s our chance, everyone! Let’s concentrate our attack magic on Bigcock and blow him to smithereens!”

Just as Vice-Captain Elise gave a resounding order for a barrage of magic on Bigcock, Shera-nee and Ponkichi-sensei were fiercely clashing. Shera-nee’s weapon, as everyone knows, was the ‘Zanbato’ (Greatsword). Ponkichi-sensei’s weapon also appeared to be a thick, well-crafted blade.

“You’ll rust my Zanbato! You rotten old badger!”

“To think you can’t cut with my ‘Dou-tanuki’… you fox, you’re not bad. But I win. Hand over your fox tail and die!”

“Anyone who calls me a ‘fucking fox’ ends up cold, without exception!”

“Hoho. Then I shall be the first to achieve victory.”

“Say whatever you want! Die, you damnable badger!!”

*Clang, clang, ching, ding*

The duel between the two was fierce. Both were wounded and bleeding, but neither could land a decisive blow. Still, they swung their swords with all their might. Then, turning the tables, they engaged in a sword lock, but their strength seemed evenly matched, making it difficult for either to gain the upper hand.

“You… you stole my penis case! And you annihilated the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’… I’ll sodomize you all to death. If need be, I’ll turn you all into penis cases, you brats. Gwahahahaha… gugaaaaaahhh….”

Bigcock, who had been glaring at us and striking a pose, suddenly began to writhe in pain. His bronze skin turned bright red. Then, horns sprouted from the top of his head. Conversely, his massive penis at his crotch had shriveled, but it tightened and glowed red like a kanabo (iron mace).

Was this a case of “a kanabo for an oni”!?

“Hal-sama, Bigcock has fallen to Demon due to the miasma accumulated from his past wrongdoings. He is a Red Oni of the Oni tribe. He has flame resistance, so please be careful.”

Astarotte, a former Demon herself, explained Bigcock’s transformation, or rather, his hideous class change, to me. Astarotte’s brow was furrowed, and her expression was grim. The three sisters, Lara_Berze and her siblings, also former Demons, looked at him with disgust.

It seemed that even through the eyes of these former Demons, his descent was ugly.

“Bigcock has abandoned the human race and become a Red Oni with fire resistance. He uses forbidden magic, so Dietlinde, please handle the fire control. I’ll burn him to ashes with super-high-temperature purgatory that surpasses his flame resistance. He is an offering to the gods. Hyahhaa filth will be incinerated! As for the other party members, provide covering fire with concentrated magic attacks to keep them at bay. Oh, and Eria, just in case—”

“Understood. However… I also wanted to unleash forbidden magic, but to prevent the spread of flames… I have no choice. Well, Elise won’t be able to control such immense heat… you know.”

“Did you say something, Dietlinde?”

“Nothing at all.”

“Elise-sama, I’ll do my best too.”

Despite Bigcock’s unexpected transformation into a Demon, Elise remained unfazed. She was composed… it wasn’t just that she had an unrestrained appetite. Elise then began to chant the forbidden spell ‘Sacrifice Holocaust’ in a clear voice. At the same time, Dietlinde, beloved by the fire spirits, braced herself to control the super-high-temperature flames Elise was releasing.

Around them, other party members were preparing their attack magic. They were ready to deliver the final blow to Bigcock, who had transformed into a Demon Red Oni. It seemed Hal had given his beloved disciple, Eria, an important role. Meanwhile, the girl rescued by Mai and Sharon was brought to me.

The girl’s face was horribly swollen, and her hip joints had been dislocated. Fresh blood was flowing from her violated vagina. Furthermore, her independent breathing had stopped! It was likely that the shock of her hip joints being dislocated had caused her to die of shock, both physically and mentally. But, I could save her now with my ‘Resurrection Magic’.

Finally, it was my turn.

“Hal-sama, please wait a moment before casting ‘Healing Magic’.”

At this point, Liliana, who had not joined the magic attack formation, approached me and stopped me from using ‘Resurrection Magic’. For Liliana, this was an unbelievable interruption.

“Liliana, what’s wrong?”

“This girl… she is an enemy of mine and Ly’s. Let’s just leave her here and die.”

“Do you know who this girl really is?”

“Yes, I do. Her name is Eliza Licana Ultbern, and she was originally the fifth princess of the Ultbern Kingdom, which had sworn allegiance to the Wahl Imperial Kingdom.”

What! This girl was also a princess!

But did she have some kind of grudge against Liliana or Ly? I didn’t know the Ultbern Kingdom, but judging by Liliana’s tone, it was likely a protectorate or an allied nation of the Wahl Imperial Kingdom.

“Why can’t we save this girl? You know her, don’t you, Liliana?”

“We know each other… but the Ultbern Kingdom betrayed the Wahl Imperial Kingdom and defected to the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Moreover, Eliza was our enemy in Wahl’s social circles. She gathered haughty noble girls and opened a presumptuous salon called ‘Noble Roses,’ where she repeatedly harassed us. Fortunately, we haven’t been pushed down the stairs, but we’ve endured all sorts of other pranks. I have no intention of forgiving this brat. Therefore, she can rot here.”

“Now, now, Liliana. Calm your anger. Besides, it won’t bode well if we just let her die here.”

“As for me, I want to save her for now. We can decide the rest after things settle down.”

“But… you’ll surely regret it. I’ve heard she’s suspected of being a ‘Villainess’.”

“‘Villainess’… that reminds me of Count’s daughter Ginette Christina Von Montaigne, whom I saved before. In her case, she wore a sealing artifact (earring) in a certain place (clitoris) to seal her memories from her past life.”

“So, will you save Eliza as well?”

“As for me, I want to save any life I can.”

“I suppose I have no choice. Looking at her, it seems she was roughly violated with a ‘finger penetration’ and her hip joints were dislocated, but it’s not a fatal wound, right? Though her swollen face is painful… It may be like ‘sending salt to an enemy,’ but… given the circumstances, it seems there’s room for discussion. However, to be honest, I hope you won’t have to endure any more of her vulgar, haughty laughter befitting a ‘Villainess’.”

Liliana, only observing the external injuries, did not realize that Eliza was actually dead.

“I understand your opinion, Liliana. I’ll cast ‘Healing Magic’ for the time being.”

“Yes, Hal-sama.”

Swan Hilda, who could afford to be idle as a mobile unit even in the midst of fierce battle, persuaded Liliana. I decided to join in. Incidentally, Ly, the other party involved, was too busy preparing attack magic to pay attention. She had completely ignored Eliza. In the end, Liliana reluctantly agreed to cast ‘Healing Magic’ on Eliza.

“Hyahhaa, hyahhaa! I feel power surging! I’ll kill you all!”

Bigcock, now a Red Oni, uprooted a nearby tree and swung it like a crude club towards Elise and the others. He seemed to have identified Elise, who was chanting forbidden magic, as his main target. However, surprisingly, he possessed considerable fortitude, and Elise’s chant did not falter. Finally, the forbidden magic was activated. In response, the other party members unleashed their attack magic to form a barrage.

Sacrifice Holocaust
Water Arrow
Sand Arrow
Wind Arrow

Almost simultaneously with Elise’s forbidden magic, the attack magic of , , and followed. At the same time, Freya and Astarotte’s ‘guns’ also fired elemental magic without incantation, forming a dense magic barrage.

“Gugaaaaaahhh… You did it! You penis cases!!”

Bigcock’s body, trapped like a sacrificial offering in the super-high-temperature altar of flames unleashed by Elise, began to char and melt. The surrounding area was devastated by the impact of various elemental magic attacks. However, due to his flame resistance, the Red Oni endured the damage.

This was a rather grim development!

Water Pillar

At that moment, Arial’s water attribute magic, released with perfect timing, struck a little later.

A pillar of water surged into the altar of flames, causing a blinding whiteout and a violent steam explosion. This seemed to be a combined phenomenon caused by Elise’s forbidden magic and Arial’s water attribute magic. Incidentally, the impact points of Ly’s and the others’ attack magic were slightly offset, in accordance with Elise’s instructions.

“Gugiyaaaahhh… ahh… ah… Hyahhaa—”

When the heat and steam subsided, and the dazzling light cleared, the Red Oni’s figure had completely vanished.

“It seems to be over. I’m relieved I didn’t have to do anything. I guess he was weak since he just turned into a Demon.”

Meanwhile, Swan Hilda, who had been ready to dispatch any demonic stragglers, relaxed her combat stance. And from Swan Hilda’s perspective, it was an easy opponent. Why else would she have had the leisure to join the conversation between me and Liliana?

On the other hand, Gladbador and Nestella stared blankly at the intense magic attacks of Elise and the others. They looked as if their jaws had dropped.

Liliana, who had not participated in the attack, seemed to have been affected by the whiteout, just like me. In that gap, relying on my intuition, I cast ‘Resurrection Magic,’ healing Eliza’s wounds and reviving her simultaneously. Naturally, I also healed her hymen, which had been broken by the ‘finger penetration.’ With this, she returned to being a virgin.

I decided to let Bigcock’s villainy be forgotten, like a stray dog bite. I felt relieved as Eliza’s heart began to beat again. Eliza would likely wake up in about a day.

At that moment, something flashed before my eyes.

It was a strange sensation, unlike anything I had ever experienced. The battle should have been over… what just happened?! I scanned my surroundings, but there was nothing unusual.

“Found it! My body, connected to my blood!!”

And in the next moment, Ly’s body tilted and collapsed. Tirna, standing beside her, let out a scream.

“L-Ly! Nooooooo!”

And I saw it. As Ly fell, her hair color changed from rich golden curls to lustrous, straight tresses of wisteria. It was astonishingly similar to the hair of Princess Margarita Pedos Wahl that I had seen in a daydream.

*Clang, *groan, *clang*

Ignoring Tirna’s scream, the sound of intense swordplay echoed. This was proof that Shera-nee and Ponkichi-sensei were continuing their duel. As beastkin, they dashed around at high speed, clashing blades. It was a serious fight, with their tails at stake.

“You old badger! You’re already halfway to the grave! Hurry up and be at peace!!”

“You little peeing fox! Offer me your fox tail! I’ll make it rust on my ‘Dou-tanuki’!!”

*Bang, bang, clang, chirp, chirp*

Shera-nee and Ponkichi-sensei’s battle escalated, accompanied by verbal sparring and kicking up dust. However, neither could land a decisive blow. If this continued, I expected the elderly Ponkichi-sensei to run out of breath first, but there was no change so far. Ponkichi-sensei seemed to be a skilled swordsman.

“Grrr?! Something got tangled around my leg? Isn’t this a Mimic Slime scavenger!? How is it here!? Damn it, it’s wrapping around me!”

And with Dry’s intervention, the match was decided anticlimactically.

“Dry played a big role.”

In a tense situation, it was Kirika who decided the course of the battle. She had used Dry, her summoned Mimic Slime, against the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’, a move that had no timing to execute during the fight. Well, considering it was a serious duel with their tails at stake, it was a bit cowardly, but they were facing a guest of the despicable ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans,’ so it was fine.

“Die! You badger!”

*Slash*

“Ugh… my last regret.”

*Swish! Slash!!*

“As promised, I’ll take the badger tail!”

Ponkichi-sensei’s wound, deeply cut in the abdomen, spilled his entrails, and he suffered a fatal blow. Shera-nee then, as promised, collected the badger tail, stored it in her item box, and decapitated him to finish the job. Ponkichi-sensei’s remains were, as usual, digested and absorbed by Dry.

Meanwhile, my summoned beast Fia, disguised as Ruru_Berze’s false breasts, was unconcerned.

Thus, the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ were annihilated. However, Ly’s body, who had wished for the destruction of the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans,’ began to show abnormalities, causing a commotion. Furthermore, the fate of the fifth princess, Eliza Licana Ultbern, who was rescued from the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans,’ was also fraught with complications.

My head was just throbbing.

Chapter 9: Aftermath of the Battle, and the Sleeping Princess and Princess

The journey from Yaruta Village to Harama Village, crossing Satela Pass, would normally take one to two days on foot or by shared carriage. If one made good use of fast horses, even with Satela Pass being a difficult route, it would take less than half a day. However, Satela Pass, also known as ‘Marlo Rita Suicide Pass,’ was home to the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans,’ a den of wretched outlaws who kidnapped young girls.

I, Hal Harem Von Raymond, decided to annihilate the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ at Ly’s earnest request. However, they were in the midst of raiding another carriage, and in the end, the only ones we managed to rescue were Ly and Liliana, and the fifth princess, Eliza Licana Ultbern, a haughty beautiful girl rumored to be a ‘Villainess,’ who had been an enemy in Wahl’s high society.

Eliza had been captured by Bigcock, the leader of the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans,’ and had died of shock from her hip joints being dislocated to turn her into a living penis case. However, I managed to revive her with my ‘Resurrection Magic.’ At the same time, I healed her facial bruises and her hymen, which had been broken by finger penetration. Eliza is currently in a coma, but I expect her to wake up tomorrow.

Meanwhile, Ly, our client, has also fallen into a coma due to an abnormality in her body. The external change was the inexplicable transformation of her abundant golden curly hair into lustrous, straight tresses of wisteria.

This hair condition was remarkably similar to that of Princess Margarita Pedos Wahl, whom I saw in a daydream. One possibility is that after Princess Margarita’s death, the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans’ were active in ‘Marlo Rita Suicide Pass,’ causing much bloodshed, thereby awakening her soul, which had been trapped there, asleep.

Then, it is believed that it possessed the body of Ly, a direct descendant princess of the Wahl Imperial Family, who happened to be present. However, it was surprisingly noteworthy that no miasma could be felt from her body, and it also symbolized something…

Just in case, I checked for any remaining enemies in the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans” den, but it appeared they had all gone to raid the carriage, as it was deserted. The den was a naturally formed cave, but the floor was littered with remnants of food and victims’ belongings, and the stench was unbearable. Near the den, they had dug a hole and unceremoniously thrown the bodies of their victims, including girls used as penis cases and those who had been dismembered, into it, creating a sight too horrific to behold, accompanied by a deathly odor that turned the nose.

The remains were so decomposed and maggot-infested that they could not be left unattended. Therefore, Dietlinde’s fire spirit magic and Sister Shera’s fire attribute magic were used for cremation. Meanwhile, Ponkichi-sensei’s ‘Dou-tanuki,’ which appeared to be a famous sword, was gladly recovered by Zwei.

Also, a half-empty sake flask and a tiny cup were found in the den.

It seemed that Ponkichi-sensei was having a drinking party while on guard duty when he was called by the副団長 (Vice-Leader) Mohyican. Seeing the scene, Gladbador murmured with a wistful expression,

“This might be one of the reasons for our defeat.”

“Are you saying he lost because he was drunk?”

“No, among knights, there’s a superstition that if you leave behind red wine drunk before a battle, you will shed blood equivalent to the amount of wine left.”

“I’ve heard of that too.”

Nestella agreed with Gladbador’s opinion, so it might be a surprisingly well-known superstition. On the other hand, the victor, Sister Shera, was in high spirits. Elise and Freya teased her, but she paid them no mind. Was she simply overjoyed to have obtained a tanuki tail?

After the annihilation of the ‘Hyahhaa Hooligans,’ various human dramas unfolded with their own joys and sorrows.

For instance, when Kirika’s summoned beast, the Mimic Slime Dry, was devouring the bodies of the lower-ranking members they had defeated, my summoned beast Fia, disguised as Ruru_Berze’s false breasts, could no longer contain itself and abandoned its disguise to begin eating, prioritizing ‘food over flowers.’ And, as expected, Ruru_Berze’s secret was revealed to her sisters.

“Ruru_Berze, what are these breasts?”

“You’ve been deceiving us!”

“Um… this… there’s a deep reason…”

“No arguments! Let’s strip Ruru_Berze and take her measurements!”

“That sounds like a good idea, Lara_Berze-onee-sama. Let’s investigate thoroughly.”

“N-no way… Onee-sama sisters. N-noooooo!”

*Munch, munch, munch, munch*

“What an alluring size… for Ruru_Berze! Let’s massage them until they swell!”

“Lara_Berze onee-samaaa… stop!”

*Squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze, squeeze*

“The hardness of your erect nipples is also exquisite♪ I can pinch, pull, and crush them freely♪”

“Lili_Berze onee-samaaa… don’t play with my nipples!”

In the end, Ruru_Berze, stripped of her clothes and held from behind by Lili_Berze, had her breast size, elasticity, and nipple sensitivity meticulously checked by Lara_Berze and Lili_Berze, and tearfully clung to me. Then, Alicia, out of jealousy, tried to pull me away, causing a major incident involving the party members.

Furthermore, there was another scuffle regarding their transportation.

This was due to Ly and Eliza being in a coma. Fortunately, our two carriages, our means of transportation, were unharmed. In the previous battle, the most dangerous situation was the fierce duel between Shera-nee and Ponkichi-sensei, who fought back and forth across the battlefield.

The fact that our carriages were safe meant that Ly and Eliza could be moved by resting them on the elevated platform space on the roof, which Zwei had modified. However, in such a situation, Tirna raised a concern.

“The roof space can accommodate one person each, and the number of spots is sufficient, but Ly and Eliza are not in normal condition. If they awaken, they might be startled and fall off.”

“Then, we should restrain them.”

Kirika was the one who offered a solution to Tirna’s concern.

“To tie up Ly-sama’s sacred body…”

“Then Tirna, you should be the one to restrain Ly’s body. Ensuring safety is the duty of a former head maid, after all.”

“…I have no choice. I am truly sorry, Ly-sama.”

After a moment of agonizing deliberation, Tirna grudgingly agreed when I asked her to be responsible for restraining Ly.

However, the moment she grasped the rough rope, Tirna’s attitude changed dramatically, and she expertly tied a Kikkō-jime (tortoise-shell binding) with artistic speed and beauty. The way it clamped her ample breasts from above and below, and how the rough rope dug into her crotch… If Ly had been conscious, she would have fainted.

However, a Kikkō-jime is a ‘decorative binding’ that adorns the body with ropes, and does not restrain the limbs. In the end, they were laid on a carpet and secured to the carriage with ropes.

And Eliza, who seemed to be an unwanted guest, was also tied up following Tirna’s example. Liliana, Freya, and Shera were enthusiastically involved in the work. They showed no mercy whatsoever, and the ropes biting into their soft skin were painful to behold.

In this condition, we crossed Satela Pass and arrived at Harama Village, the next posting station on the main road. We secured accommodations as usual, and after properly laying Ly and Eliza in their beds, we finally took a breather. Tirna was currently attending to Ly, and Liliana had volunteered to watch Eliza. However, Liliana harbored resentment towards Eliza, and during the battle with Bigcock, who had turned into a Red Oni, she had refused to participate and urged me to dispose of her. Therefore, Swan Hilda was present as an overseer.

“Hal-sama, Ly-sama has awakened… she says she is Margarita.”

Ly woke up later that night. And, as I had predicted, she was claiming to be Margarita. We headed to Ly’s guest room. On the way, I stopped by Eliza’s guest room. I hadn’t received any reports of her waking up, but I was overcome by a premonition.

*Creak, creak*

“!? Liliana, what are you doing?!”

“What do you mean… I’m just putting on makeup.”

Eliza’s face, while in a coma, was in a terrible state. She had drawn red around her eyelids and painted her lips to look as if they were split from ear to ear.Incidentally, Swan Hilda was also playing along, finding it amusing. I realized I had made a mistake in selecting personnel.

“Regarding this special makeup… please remove it before Eliza wakes up.”

“I have no choice. But… it’s too mild as revenge for what happened before.”

“We played a lot, so it’s fine.”

“You guys…”

With a sigh, I left Eliza’s guest room and headed towards Ly’s room. I knocked and entered. Indeed, Ly had woken up.

“Ly, how are you feeling?!”

“Hal-oniisama, you already know my true identity, yet you’re being so formal.”

Ly, who had gotten out of bed, replied with a wry smile. However, Ly had never called me ‘Hal-oniisama’ before.

Her facial features were as beautiful as Ly’s, but her lustrous, smooth wisteria-colored straight hair and her eyes with rare peach-colored irises gave her a completely different impression. Although her body had been changed into pajamas, her abundant breasts seemed to be intact.

“Then… are you truly Princess Margarita Pedos Wahl!?”

“Yes, I am Margarita♪”

Tirna, who had been listening to our conversation, was astonished. The other party members, having promised to be told later, were spending their time freely in their respective rooms. Meanwhile, Wahl knights Gladbador Yoitz Dela Noonheim and Nestella Yaggard were stationed at the entrances and exits of Harama Village under the pretext of preventing news of Ly’s transformation from leaking, to maintain vigilance.

However… the daydream I had when Liliana explained ‘Marlo Rita Suicide Pass’ seemed to have been shown by Margarita. But why me…? One thing, however, was clear. A dead soul possessing the living was an abnormal situation. Considering Ly’s body, it was necessary to exorcise Margarita soon or have her voluntarily ascend.

Even Priest Lester had no experience with exorcism. Demon extermination was the domain of specialized exorcists or temple knights who had received specialized training; it was not the role of a Healing Mage. Furthermore, exorcism could have negative effects on Ly’s body, the vessel. It was necessary for her to voluntarily or through negotiation depart from the body, or ascend to the cycle of reincarnation.

I had to negotiate with Margarita and persuade her to return Ly’s body.

Chapter 10: Satisfy Me and Let Me Go ① △
“Unfortunately… you died hundreds of years ago. I understand it was a tragic end, and perhaps you wish to possess and curse Ly, who is a direct descendant of the hateful Emperor, but—”

“Please wait a moment. I do not hate Ly-chan. I simply possessed her because her temporary body was optimal.”

“Then, what is your purpose?”

“I was killed before my breasts grew. I couldn’t make my debut in society, let alone get engaged to a handsome gentleman… I wanted to become an adult woman by experiencing a ‘wedding ceremony’ and a ‘first night ritual.’ However, I only have until tonight. I will likely fade away by tomorrow morning.”

“Is there anything I can do to help? I will fulfill it if possible.”

“Could you… perform the ‘First Night Ritual’ for me and make me an adult woman? Then I believe I can ascend without regret… is that not possible!?”

“Then, shall we use ‘Healing Magic’ to restore Ly’s body to its virgin state?”

“No, although this body is temporary, it emulates what I would have been like if I had grown. Naturally, I am an innocent virgin. I have Ly’s permission to borrow her body, and her soul is slumbering deep within the body. She is the last hope left in Wahl, so I am treating her with care.”

“I see… then I shall perform the ‘First Night Ritual’ and help Princess Margarita ascend as an adult woman.”

“Thank you… my beloved. Ly-chan’s feelings are also flowing into me.”

Thus, I was to perform the ‘First Night Ritual’ to appease the tragic princess Margarita. Incidentally, Tirna, who had been listening quietly beside me, offered to make preparations for Margarita once the ‘First Night Ritual’ was decided. Margarita also agreed, and they left, leaving me in the guest room.

It takes time for a woman to prepare herself, so I decided to wait patiently.

I imagined the ‘Princess Harem’ party members were mobilizing their full strength to adorn and make up Princess Margarita, polishing her up.

*Tap, tap, tap*

*Creak, creak*

“Thank you for waiting, Hal-sama. I’ve brought Princess Margarita. Speaking of which… Ly-sama is also to be pitied.”

After a long wait in the guest room, Margarita finally returned. She was clad in a pure white dress, and a veil covered her head from top to bottom. And the one accompanying her was not Tirna, but Liliana.

“Liliana, what’s wrong?”

“For a noble princess’s ‘First Night Ritual,’ a witness is necessary to confirm whether the act (sex) occurred. Also, in Princess Margarita’s era, virgins would lie on the bed, and the man would insert through underwear structured to expose only the female genitalia and perform the deflowering. At that time, there was an unspoken agreement not to carelessly touch other parts. I nominate myself as a witness.”

“Isn’t that a rather outdated custom? We’ve rarely appointed witnesses for the ‘First Night Ritual’ of party members…”

“Liliana-chan… I asked Ly-chan too, but we didn’t do anything so stuffy, did we? Please turn around and go home. I… I’m embarrassed.”

“Margarita-sama, can’t you let me stand witness? I’m very interested.”

“Please… let me do as I please. And if you peek without permission, I’ll curse you.”

“I have no choice. Then Hal-sama, please tell me the details later.”

In the end, Liliana was driven out by Margarita. Liliana looked disappointed, but Margarita seemed relieved to have gotten rid of the nuisance. Incidentally, Eliza had not yet woken up, and she said she was heading to her room. She claimed to have come along out of curiosity.

“Well, time is short, so let’s begin the ‘First Night Ritual’ right away.”

“…Yes, Hal-oniisama. Please be gentle with Marga. Don’t hurt me.”

Locking the bedroom door, I slowly lifted Margarita’s veil to confirm her bare face. First, I saw her slender neck, easily graspable, followed by her delicate chin, and her lips, tinted with light lipstick, exuded an incredibly alluring charm. Her fine-skinned cheeks were lightly dusted with blush, and she blushed faintly at my gaze.

Her clean nose bridge revealed cute-looking eyes.

Her wisteria-colored straight hair was loosely braided and cascaded down her back. Small, cute flowers were woven into her hair. A refined platinum circlet rested on top of her head, adorned with luxuriously inlaid diamonds that sparkled brilliantly.
Her earlobes also featured large, heart-shaped ruby earrings, and a large, mysteriously lustrous black pearl necklace hung from her chest. Her facial makeup was minimal, but her beauty, comparable to Ly and Liliana, was overwhelming.

Her beautiful natural face, which could be called a forbidden garden, was hidden behind a veil.

I swallowed hard, my saliva drying in my throat. Margarita’s cheeks flushed faintly as she closed her eyes, waiting for our first kiss. The situation was already ripe for the saying, “It’s a man’s shame not to take what’s offered.” However, there was a strong concern that Margarita had fallen into a wicked evil spirit. Making up my mind, I approached her and embraced her.

And, without letting my guard down, I watched her closely.

To my surprise, Margarita in my arms was trembling slightly, perhaps afraid of our first kiss. Or perhaps this was a ruse to make me lower my guard. But nothing happened, and before I knew it, my nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of a maiden. There was no sign of the dark aura or the distinct smell of a grave that would indicate possession by an evil spirit.

“Even after such a terrible ordeal, Margarita didn’t fall into evil,” I asked Margarita by her pet name.

“My… my soul was protected by the compassionate Dentemetina. And she told me about Hal, who will be my savior.”

“Then, was it the help of Dentemetina, the Great Mother Goddess, that appeared in my daydream?”

“Yes, that is correct. So please hold me with peace of mind.”

Margarita’s explanation was unexpected, but it clarified why I didn’t feel any of the faint evil energy peculiar to spectral anomalies from her. I would deflower Margarita in accordance with the goddess’s will.

Hugging her from behind, I gently touched her chest and felt a violent swell. At the same time, Margarita wriggled shyly. Lowering my arms further, I touched the base of her legs. I could faintly feel the secret garden of a maiden, but Margarita, her hands clenched into fists, endured the shame admirably.

“Let’s start with our first kiss.”

*Chu ♡*

I moved to face Margarita, placed my hands on her shoulders, tilted my head, and initiated our first kiss. It was merely a touch to Margarita’s sensual lips, but it served as the signal for the practical start of the “First Night Ritual.”

I then proceeded to remove the beautiful adornments adorning Margarita and arranged them on the bedside table in the bedroom. I removed her circlet, earrings, necklace, bracelets, and anklets – a variety of ornaments. The effort put into her adornments by the party members was evident.

And Margarita’s white dress, perhaps signifying a maiden’s purity? The extensive use of lace and frills was likely because it was made by Kirika, whose hobby is creating cosplay costumes.

“Now, I’ll take off your dress.”

“…Yes. Please do as you wish.”

When I announced that I would undress her, Margarita responded with a shy, youthful reaction, averting her gaze from me, perhaps out of shame. Indeed, before me was not the Ly, whom I knew well, but an innocent maiden embarking on her “First Night Ritual” for the first time.

It would be nice to leave her like this for a while and enjoy a little “shame play,” but time was short before the deadline of dawn. I untied the decorative cord tied at the back of her waist and, one by one, unfastened the decorative buttons, intricately carved into shell shapes, that adorned her chest.

With each button I unfastened, Margarita’s face grew progressively redder, which was quite pleasing. Then, as I slowly opened the front of her dress, I realized she was wearing a sheer chemise. However, she was not wearing a bra, and the deep cleavage and the base of her breasts were visible. What an erotic body.

Next, I unfastened the cuff buttons of the white dress’s long sleeves and then removed the dress by pulling her arms out.

“I… I feel like I’m going to die of shame.”

Despite being undressed, Margarita falsely claimed she felt like she was going to die, enduring the removal of her clothes. Tears welled up in her tightly shut eyelids. I had lowered her white dress to her waist, but I was captivated by the allure of her generously swollen, explosive breasts visible through the sheer chemise. Through the thin fabric, her ample breasts seemed to be slightly flattened, doubling their erotic appeal.

These were truly the breasts befitting an Imperial Princess of Waiyar.

Then, once her slender waist was revealed, the white dress flowed to the floor without any resistance. In her lingerie, Margarita exuded a pure allure, combined with her noble bearing. It seemed unforgivable to kill such a fine woman before she could even fully grow into herself.

Now, Margarita was only wearing a sheer chemise, pure white panties to cover her crotch, black knee-high socks, and chic black leather shoes.

“Could you sit on the chair for a moment?”

“Yes, as Hal-niisama wishes.”

Margarita covered her partially exposed breasts with her arms. I lifted Margarita’s right leg as she sat on the chair and removed her black leather shoe. Then I removed her left shoe as well, wrapped my arms around her waist, and lifted her in a princess carry. By the way, the discarded white dress was hung in the built-in wardrobe.

“Now, I shall escort the princess to tonight’s slumber.”

“I… am being held by a man. My father never even held me… And it’s so embarrassing to expose myself in such an immodest state. I should be accustomed to being seen naked by maids during dress changes or bathing… I never thought being seen or touched by a man would be so embarrassing…”

“Leave everything to me, Marga.”

“Yes, Hal-niisama.”

Then, I gently laid Margarita on the bed and removed my own pajamas, leaving me in just my briefs. Margarita, on the other hand, was engrossed in covering her chest and didn’t seem to notice me becoming half-naked.

Episode 52-11: “Satisfy Me and Let Me Go ②” 〇

“This time, I’ll teach you about a lover’s deep kiss.”

“What should I do?”

“My tongue will caress Marga’s lips and mouth. You can respond with your own tongue, intertwining them as we make love.”

“Do you think I can do that?”

“According to Ly and Liliana, I heard that princesses are taught tactics in the harem…”

“I passed away before I could learn.”

“I apologize for that.”

“Yes, I forgive Hal-niisama’s slip of the tongue.”

Then, as Margarita closed her eyes again, I pressed my lips against hers, parting her lips with my tongue and entering her warm, slippery mouth. Margarita’s body stiffened, and I could feel her tension, but she timidly extended her tongue, which I intertwined with mine.

*Chu, chu, lick, lick, slurp, slurp, lick lick lick*

As I tenderly caressed her, Margarita desperately tried to follow suit, which was incredibly cute.

*Slurp, slurp, lick lick lick lick, chu chu, chu~pa, chu~pa*

While we were engrossed in our kissing battle, I spread the shoulder straps of her chemise to the sides and slowly lowered them. She must have felt herself being undressed, but engrossed in the kiss, Margarita, lacking experience, was unconcerned even as her chemise slipped off, exposing her slender neck and delicate shoulders. Then, between her deep, canyon-like cleavage, her large breasts, slightly smaller than Ly’s bell-shaped ones, were revealed.

At the peak of their unbelievably soft swell, flowers of reddish areolas bloomed. The areolas were a bit large, but they were of a perfect size, just before becoming vulgar. In their center, her nipples, not yet erect, seemed to await my caress.

Still… Margarita’s large breasts weren’t sagging at all.

Her taut abdomen, followed by her beautiful, slender waist. It was a perfection that could make the ‘Sealed Priestess Princess’ drink vinegar. Was this the beauty of an Imperial Princess ruling the harem of Waiyar? While the direction was different from Ly’s or Liliana’s, they possessed beauty that bloomed like a thousand flowers in a fragrant competition.

Margarita’s pure white panties, protecting her secret parts, were of a high quality with lace sewn in generously. And where the slit of her vulva was presumed to be, there was a cut, currently temporarily sewn with red thread. If this red thread were removed, it would allow me to directly gaze into Margarita’s vagina and have sex.

As Liliana, whom Margarita had driven away earlier, had explained, it would have been possible to deflower her by exposing only her vagina. However, I didn’t think Margarita would be satisfied with just piercing her hymen through such a formal act of sex. I had to let her fully experience this miracle night granted by Dentemetina, the Great Mother Goddess, and send her to ecstasy.

“…Aaah… I’m being licked. It feels strange…”

I gently caressed her breasts with my palms, nibbling on her earlobes and licking her neck. Her large breasts, just shy of being “explosive,” still had a volume that couldn’t be contained in my hands.

Along with the overflowing affection, my penis also began to react. While I had the consciousness that this body was Ly’s, tonight it truly seemed to be Margarita’s. Her sweet scent was also subtly different from Ly’s and Liliana’s, confirming that she was Margarita herself.

This was a strange feeling, but if it was a miracle wrought by Dentemetina, one of the high-ranking gods, it was understandable.

*Momi, momi, momi, momi, chu, chu, chu~pa, chu~pa*

“…Nn… Tss… Ah… An ♡ … It feels strange… Aaan… Aaaahn… I’m making sounds~”

As I massaged her twin mounds with my palms, enjoying their warmth and elasticity, I sucked and caressed her nipples. Then, soft moans escaped Margarita’s lips. Her bewildered sounds, less than panting or ecstatic cries, stimulated my penis.

Margarita must have a sensitive erogenous zone. Generally, large breasts are said to have a weak reaction, but the noble maidens of Waiyar’s bloodline seem to be an exception.

*Monyu, monyu, momi momi momi momi, kori, kori, kori kori kori, kori kori kori*

“Aaaahn, aaaahhhahan, Hal-niisama! My breasts ache! Stop biting my nipples~~ Aaaahhhahn, an’an’an, no~~!”

When I firmly grasped and squeezed her breasts, then sandwiched her erect nipples between my lips and softly bit them, Margarita’s ecstatic cries echoed through the bedroom. Margarita, too, seemed to be feeling it as a woman. Since she didn’t seem to be in pain, it seemed okay to be a little more intense.

“Aaaahhhahn, aaaahhhahn, aaaahn, something’s coming~”

And through my persistent caresses of her breasts, Margarita experienced her first orgasm and arched backward. It wasn’t a full-blown one, but it was likely her first experience.

“How was your first climax?”

“My body and consciousness felt like they were flying away. I felt like I was ascending, but this is just foreplay, right?”

“Yes, Margarita. Then let’s begin caressing your female genitalia in earnest.”

“I… I’m scared. Will it hurt a lot when you pierce me?”

“It hurts the first time for everyone.”

“Yes, that’s true… But I’m looking forward to it yet I’m scared… these are conflicting emotions.”

“Most girls feel that way the first time. Well then, I’ll continue.”

*Suri, suri, suri suri, suri suri, tsun, tsun, tsun tsun tsun*

“…An! I’m feeling it~ Hyaaaahn, aaahn… I’m going to get weird. Hal-niisama, please be gentler~”

I spread Margarita’s long legs slightly and rubbed her thighs. Her elastic thighs were also of top quality, and my hands reaching her inner thighs excited me. Then, gradually moving upwards, I advanced towards her crotch area, protected by pure white panties, and then caressed her female genitalia through the panties, rubbing and poking. Margarita writhed on the bed more intensely than when her breasts were being caressed.

*Tsun, tsun, tsutsu