The Party Members of “Princess Harem” have been dispatched to the Former Lord’s Mansion in the city of Karamiya. Our objective is to meet Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas, the Count’s daughter and self-proclaimed knight errant, who, despite her pronouncements, yearns for free love as if she were blindly infatuated.
The mansion originally belonged to the Botox Marquis family, a noble house of Waiyar. It is said that the city of Karamiya was, in fact, their capital.
We paid a courtesy visit to Count Hans Ignot Von Iglewaas, Glenda’s father and the provisional governor of Karamiya. However, we found ourselves surrounded by Espana soldiers, accused of a baseless crime: corrupting his daughter.
They intend to interrogate us, apparently.
Corrupting Glenda? What kind of joke is this? Objectively, we’re the victims here. As for me, I’m only involved because Alicia said so.
Alicia, meanwhile, appears troubled, her brow furrowed. With a determined look, she starts to reach for the letter of full authority entrusted to her by Princess Elizabeth of the Espana Imperial Kingdom. However, Elise, who had approached from behind, stops her.
Though Elise’s face is hidden by her mask, I sense a faint, dark aura emanating from her.
“Alicia, it’s not interesting to play that card just yet. You know, ’causes must be eliminated from the root.’ Besides, aren’t you curious about Glenda’s condition, since she’s supposedly been corrupted?”
“Are you alright with being interrogated, Elise!?” Alicia tilts her head and asks.
“Torture and screaming are Shera’s job. I’m sure she’ll sing beautifully!”
“N-no way… I don’t want to… I don’t want to. The victim of torture is the sub-leader’s job. Besides, shaving off a bit of belly fat would be a diet. Two birds with one stone… nano nano ♪”
When Elise passed the role of sacrificial lamb for torture to Shera, their usual comedic banter began. Incidentally, Ly, the other sub-leader, remains indifferent.
As for me, Count Iglewaas mentioned he’d meticulously torture me, putting me in a truly desperate pinch. Cold sweat is already trickling down my back.
“Hey, Elise. It’s fine to torture Shera, but don’t hurt her fox tail,” Freya says.
“Of course not, Freya. That fox tail belongs to me and you.”
“My fox tail is mine! Not Elise’s, not Freya’s, nano!!” Freya joins in, and the familiar scenario unfolds.
No one seems to notice or care that they’re surrounded by Espana soldiers. Meanwhile, the surrounding Espana soldiers are drawing their swords or gripping capture ropes, awaiting Count Iglewaas’s command.
However, their inaction is likely due to Alicia, a Viscountess of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, being present.
*Clack, clack, clack, clack.*
Just then, the sound of approaching footsteps echoes in the Audience Chamber. The sharp, distinct sound of high heels worn by a noblewoman! Such footwear seems out of place here.
While I was lost in such trivial thoughts, the heavy door was roughly flung open.
*Bang, creak-creak.*
“Ah, Alicia, you’ve arrived! Father, don’t do anything terrible to Alicia and the others!!” Glenda appears, out of breath with flushed cheeks.
However… something about her feels different. Glenda, astonishingly, is wearing a dress befitting a noblewoman. The light wisteria-colored dress is simple in design, but my gaze is drawn to her chest. Namely, the sac of breasts, full and captivating, swaying tantalizingly. Though I know it’s a wig, her golden hair in vertical rolls also sways elegantly.
Count Iglewaas stares at her with a face like he’s bitten into a bitter gourd. It seems he dislikes Glenda appearing in such a feminine dress, doesn’t he?! This is the way a high-ranking noble’s daughter should dress, though…
“It’s you, isn’t it? You’ve turned Glenda, whom I painstakingly raised into a robust and sturdy knight, into this weak and effeminate creature! How regrettable!”
So, the “corruption” Count Iglewaas speaks of refers to Glenda wearing a dress befitting a noblewoman and speaking in a feminine tone?! A wave of exhaustion washes over me.
“You’re the ones who reduced my Glenda to this listless state, aren’t you? Spit it out!” Count Iglewaas glares at us again.
“I see, so that’s what it’s about. It’s true that we gave her that dress. However, Count, crushing your breasts like that must be very painful. Coupled with the psychological pressure, perhaps Glenda’s swordsmanship hasn’t improved because of it?!” Ly exclaims.
Most of the Party Members around nod in agreement with Ly’s opinion. It seems the Party Members sympathize with Glenda’s armored state, or rather, her crushed big breasts.
To my surprise, the dress Glenda is wearing was apparently a gift from the Party Members. Does this mean Count Iglewaas’s concerns were valid? However, I sense an aura of anger emanating from Kirika, who likely sewed or altered the dress.
“When I sew the breast bags of dresses, a killing intent wells up within me, but this time, it’s quite a good job. Well, it would be best if those things (breasts) were crushed or torn off…” Kirika, likely with small breasts, probably has a complex and bewildered expression.
Ain and Zwei are appeasing the displeased Kirika. However, Ain herself has naturally large breasts, and Zwei’s chest also appears large due to breast pads created by Dry and Fear’s transformations. This is undoubtedly further aggravating Kirika’s feelings…
Mai, standing a short distance away, seems to be empathizing with Kirika’s indignation as a fellow member of the “Small Breasts Alliance.” Beside Mai, Saintess Seira and Knight Mariabel tilt their heads.
“Provisional Governor, I believe that for women, breasts are a point of sexual appeal and pride. Even if they get in the way during combat, they can be overcome with sheer willpower. Someone, I challenge you to a serious sword match. I swear on my big breasts, I will win. If I win, you shall permit Glenda to dress as a lady.”
“Then, what if you lose miserably?”
“It’s obvious. I will apologize with a bow on my knees.”
“In that case, I accept your challenge.” Dietlinde, a High Elf, makes a grand declaration. However, even though she wears a mask modeled after a Valkyrie, her distinctive elven ears and the characteristic gradient hair of an elven royal are fully visible, making her a case of “hiding the head but not the tail.”
Dietlinde then removes her hood, revealing her sac of High Elf’s large breasts. The exposed sac of Dietlinde’s breasts sways elegantly—*sway, sway*.
“In that case, I shall follow Dietlinde’s example.” Ly then appears, as if an honored guest, removing her hood to reveal her bell-shaped sac of enormous breasts. Both are masters of the rapier, and they wear their fine rapiers at their waists, exuding the imposing presence of “Princess Knights.”
Ly’s sac of breasts also sways—*jiggle, jiggle*. However, they don’t sag under their own weight, perhaps due to her pride as an imperial princess. Meanwhile, Mariabel, the former Princess Knight who was a step behind, stomps her foot. Saintess Seira is there to appease Mariabel.
Count Iglewaas, having received the challenge, has veins throbbing on his temples, his anger evident. A tense, explosive situation has suddenly arisen.
“A mere adventurer girl of unknown origin! How insolent! I shall teach you the harshness of the world. Knights Myran and Dober, deal with them. Crush them thoroughly so they reflect on their mistakes. However, do not kill them, so they have a chance to repent.”
“Yes, sir!”
“Which of you ladies will be my opponent?” Knight Myran, pushing back his shining blonde hair, casts a sidelong glance. In reality, he seems to be gauging the abilities of Dietlinde and Ly. While appearing to be a handsome, effeminate man, he is likely a considerable warrior, given Count Iglewaas’s designation.
“I don’t mind which one it is, but don’t complain if I accidentally kill you,” Knight Dober states, standing firm like a rock, awaiting the moment of confrontation. For the record, Knight Myran wields a standard knight’s sword, whereas Knight Dober’s weapon is a thick bastard sword. Weapon-wise, Ly and Dietlinde, armed with rapiers, appear to be at a disadvantage.
The Audience Chamber thus becomes an impromptu tournament venue. Those not involved in the match move to the walls, leaving only the four combatants in the center of the room. Incidentally, Count Iglewaas and Alicia, nobles of the Espana Imperial Kingdom, will act as referees, or rather, witnesses. Glenda, looking worried, stays close to Alicia’s side.
Thus, a match, with Glenda’s cross-dressing, or rather, her dress, at stake, is about to begin. It is decided that if Ly and Dietlinde lose, they will apologize with a bow on their knees, as stated earlier.
“Begin the match!” Count Iglewaas’s booming voice signals the start of the bout.
As for Glenda, the person in question, she now seems to be purely enjoying the match. After all, if she wins, her dress will be permitted, and she has no penalty if she loses. Perhaps she’s also interested in the skills of Dietlinde and Ly, who made such bold claims.
At the starting signal, Ly charges towards Knight Myran, and Dietlinde also closes in on Knight Dober. It’s like a gust of wind, or a signal flare announcing the start of battle.
The distance between them closes in a single breath, and Ly and Dietlinde engage the Espana knights. Ly swiftly draws her rapier from its sheath with her left hand and launches a horizontal slash at Knight Myran, but he blocks it with his knight’s sword. Meanwhile, Dietlinde confronts Knight Dober; her initial thrust is sharp but blocked by the flat of his bastard sword. Without pause, Ly and Dietlinde dart out of their opponents’ sword range and re-orient themselves. They then exchange a knowing glance with perfect coordination.
“While we’re at it, let’s settle our own matches,” Dietlinde says.
“The Espana knights’ uniforms have five buttons each. The one who removes three first will be the winner,” Ly proposes.
“Understood. However, it would be unfair if we didn’t switch opponents after each button is removed,” Dietlinde adds.
“Very well, let’s do that.” Having reached an agreement, Dietlinde and Ly resume their attack.
Incidentally, Dietlinde and Ly’s private conversation (?) was audible to us, so it was naturally heard by their opponents, Knights Myran and Dober. The two knights are enraged, their faces contorted with fury.
“Don’t underestimate us! You little brats!! If we win this match, you’ll need some discipline. I’ll spank your butts with the flat of my sword,” Knight Dober threatens, brandishing his bastard sword, radiating intense anger.
“Then, if I win, I shall strip off your mask. I’m sure you’re an ugly woman who wouldn’t want anyone to see her twice anyway,” Knight Myran says, looking at Ly with a sadistically predatory gaze.
