We visited Count Hans Ignot Von Iglewaas to meet his daughter, Glenda Shanti Von Iglewaas, who was reportedly troubled. During this courtesy visit, the Count’s daughter challenged us to a contest to prove she could appear as a proper noblewoman in a dress.
The Count Iglewaas family belonged to the military faction of the Espana Imperial Kingdom. Furthermore, Count Iglewaas himself was a simple-minded brute, so his daughter, Glenda, was raised to become a female knight. She was made to wear men’s clothing that prioritized ease of movement, and her breasts, which had grown large, were apparently always bound tightly with bandages.
While “a beautiful woman in disguise” sounds appealing, Glenda herself was a love-struck maiden. Perhaps out of sympathy for Glenda, the one who initiated the challenge was Dietlinde, a High Elf whose large breasts were as beautiful as they were ample. Ly, who possessed the bell-shaped, massive breasts that were the hallmark of the Imperial Princess, also joined in.
Perhaps it was because Glenda’s swordsmanship was mediocre, and they wanted to vent their frustrations at not being able to spar with her? Or was it sympathy for Glenda’s well-developed large breasts? At least they knew the pain of binding one’s breasts tightly.
Incidentally, Elise, who had her slightly protruding abdomen cinched with a waist nipper, remained unresponsive. Perhaps she feared being nitpicked by Freya and Shera if she reacted. Come to think of it, Elise also has large breasts, but she had no experience with binding them? Since Elise is a rear-guard magic caster, she probably had no need to hide the prominence of her chest.
The opponents, Knight Muran and Knight Dober, are swordsmen of different styles, but both appear to be seasoned warriors. The “Audience Chamber,” which served as the venue, was spacious enough for them to fight at full power. In particular, Knight Muran and Knight Dober had high morale, having been directly nominated by their superior, Count Iglewaas. Meanwhile, the Espana soldiers who were not chosen moved to the wall in silence.
Dietlinde and Ly wield rapiers. Moreover, these were masterfully crafted weapons, honed by Zwei with all her might. While I don’t expect them to fall behind, Knight Muran’s weapon is a knight’s sword, which is more robust and longer than a rapier. Knight Dober’s weapon, a bastard sword, is a greatsword. It’s a weapon that could cause serious injury with just a graze, so the disadvantage in weaponry is undeniable. Although I can heal minor cuts with my healing magic, I cannot mend missing limbs, so cautious fighting is required.
Furthermore, Dietlinde and Ly were also aiming to determine the superiority of their swordsmanship. In other words, the one who first ripped off three of the five buttons fastening the opponents’ uniforms would win. Upon hearing this, Knights Muran and Dober became enraged, and their enthusiasm for the match heightened.
The current matchups are Dietlinde against Knight Dober, and Ly against Knight Muran. Incidentally, they declared that if they ripped off an opponent’s button, they would switch opponents.
“Rip the buttons off my knightly attire?! You are a disappointing daughter, whose nutrients have gone too much to your head, you dim-witted girl!”
“I… am not a disappointing daughter, you dim-witted girl.”
Ly performed graceful steps while attacking Knight Muran, but he, being no pushover, defended with a sweep of his knight’s sword. However, the swaying of Ly’s breasts, following her agile footwork, created a mesmerizing effect. It could be said to be the sad nature of men, to find their gaze drawn to their alluringly moving breasts. Knight Muran’s flushed cheeks were likely a result of Ly’s magnificent breasts. Even though Ly concealed her beautiful, unadorned face with a mask modeled after Valkyries, Knight Muran was in this state.
Watching the swaying of her breasts, even I felt myself being drawn into Ly’s charm. And Knight Muran’s movements began to lack sharpness.
“A opening!”
Finally, the moment a slight gap, no wider than a strand of hair, appeared, Ly immediately executed a well-placed thrust and skillfully ripped off the second button. Knight Muran, having his second button ripped off, stood in stunned disbelief. As the second button spun through the air and fell to the floor, Ly sheathed her rapier and stopped.
Meanwhile, the match between Dietlinde and Knight Dober had stalemated, as it was difficult for her to break through the reach of his formidable bastard sword, lacking a decisive blow. Conversely, Knight Dober also seemed unable to land effective hits on Dietlinde, who moved like “a butterfly flitting and a bee stinging.”
“You must be a small-breasted elf. You’re definitely faking it. Furthermore, for you, a mere gaudily dyed fashionista, to try and fight me is laughable.”
“Knight Dober, my large breasts are by no means fake! Moreover, the gradation of my hair is a sign of being a beloved child of the spirits, dyed by fire spirits, you see.”
While Ly moved with graceful steps, Dietlinde, a High Elf, seemed to be employing a strategy of toying with Knight Dober with light and tricky movements to exploit openings. However, Knight Dober, who appeared to be a skilled knight, defended against Dietlinde’s fierce attacks by parrying with his sword and physically blocking. But that precarious balance was about to break.
Namely, Knight Dober made a mistake when he heard the sound of Knight Muran’s second button, ripped off by Ly, falling to the floor.
“Inexperienced! Nothing is impervious to my swordyyyyy!!”
“Y-you! Grrr…”
With a single burst of spirit, Dietlinde charged at Knight Dober and skillfully ripped off the third button.
“You dare humiliate me! Show the pride of a glorious Espana knight!!”
Count Iglewaas, acting as the witness, was furious, with veins bulging on his temples.
“What is this! So many skilled fencers are part of the ‘Princess Harem’! And they’re not even hindered by the size of their breasts! Lady Dietlinde, Lady Ly… how wonderful! And here I am…”
In contrast to Count Iglewaas, Glenda praised Dietlinde and Ly’s swordsmanship. However, as she recalled the skill of her own party members, she realized she had been toyed with and became sullen and dejected. She also probably had a self-awareness of her own lack of skill. And what was most shocking was that they fought while naturally swaying their beautifully enlarged breasts.
“Should I elope to study under the elder sisters?”
Glenda, pouting with her cheeks puffed out, was contemplating eloping in her dejected state, perhaps as a form of escapism. When I turned my gaze back to the battle, Knight Muran’s fourth button and Knight Dober’s second button flew through the air. It seemed they were ripped off because they became flustered by the angry aura emanating from Count Iglewaas. It could be considered Count Iglewaas’s own magnificent own goal.
Dietlinde and Ly then exchanged high fives and attacked without delay. Knight Muran and Knight Dober, who were on the verge of collapse and flustered, were defeated without showing their true abilities. Incidentally, the match between Dietlinde and Ly ended in a draw.
“Father, Lady Dietlinde and Lady Ly have both won. From now on, I can be dressed like a young lady, can’t I? ♪”
“There’s no helping it… it’s a promise. However, how incompetent were Knight Muran and Knight Dober. I must have them retrained thoroughly. Well, they were probably confused by the condition of not being able to kill their opponents… By the way, Viscountess Lendle. You will be staying tonight, won’t you? My daughter also seems to have some business, so I shall entertain you all.”
As for me, I wanted to take my leave after the match, but as if by preordained fate, we ended up staying at the Former Lord’s Mansion. I certainly hoped I wouldn’t be ambushed while sleeping, but I was in a state of “tighten the helmet strap even after victory.”
We arrived at the Former Lord’s Mansion sometime after afternoon tea, and by the time the match ended, it was already evening. It was natural for Count Iglewaas to offer us lodging at the Former Lord’s Mansion. Incidentally, Glenda’s request became known to Count Iglewaas, and he intended to inquire about the situation at dinner. In other words… Glenda indirectly “stirred up a hornet’s nest.” She had to explain to her father, the person she least wanted to be questioned by. Her pale face and bowed head were striking. She certainly didn’t want her father to know, but it was “too late.”
Currently, we are resting in the guest rooms we were assigned. As the sole male, I was guided to my own room. It was a luxurious guest room for honored guests, and the interior seemed designed with counter-espionage in mind. Meanwhile, the dejected Glenda was escorted by Alicia to the guest rooms assigned to them. We were scheduled to meet in the grand hall where the banquet would be held.
At the appointed time, I moved from my guest room to the grand hall. Incidentally, I was wearing formal attire. Alicia had prepared it for me, and I felt nervous. This implies that the women’s outfits were likely something elaborate as well. Already, I found it difficult to swallow my food. It felt as if my very insides, if not my stomach, were twisting with pain!? I proceeded to the banquet hall in a state of mental exhaustion.
The women were already seated, but their appearance was different from before. Before, they were wearing their adventurer’s clothes, which were their default, but they had changed into splendid evening gowns befitting their true status. Incidentally, instead of the masks modeled after Valkyries, they were wearing luxurious masks for a masquerade that concealed their eyes around the eye area. Furthermore, the tiaras adorning their heads were exquisite pieces inlaid with genuine jewels. To add to that, the décolletage of the evening gowns was daringly cut, revealing cleavage, and a large portion of their backs were exposed, presenting a mature look.
However, these evening gowns were formal wear suitable for high-class parties and even met the dress code for royal banquets. In other words, they were outfits fit for princesses. Incidentally, they changed their masks because the ceremonial masks, modeled after the dignified expressions of Valkyries, covered their mouths, making it impossible to eat as they were.
As the princesses, with their noble lineage, donned their full formal attire, the atmosphere in the grand hall became tense. Count Iglewaas, surrounded by these women of noble birth, had a strained expression. On the other hand, Glenda, her face unmasked, was also wearing an evening gown befitting a count’s daughter. It was likely that the evening gown was lent to her by the party members. Incidentally, she wore a blonde wig with beautiful vertical curls, but she had no choice, as her own hair was still short. Glenda sat meekly, like a cat brought into a new place. She looked like a criminal seated at the defendant’s bench.
Nevertheless, the dinner began without any incidents. Appetizers were served, and the meal commenced in a solemn atmosphere. The women were perfectly in combat readiness. That atmosphere persisted throughout the meal, and I was mentally exhausted. Surprisingly, Count Iglewaas seemed to be experiencing the same. As a member of the military faction, Count Iglewaas might shine on the battlefield, but he was likely unsuited for this kind of “battlefield” filled with schemes and stratagems, like a royal court.
After the meal, Glenda was to announce her issue. “I… I have fallen in love at first sight with a certain gentleman. That person is—” Glenda uttered unexpected words. Count Iglewaas began to tremble as if he had contracted malaria, and Glenda froze, caught by the curious gazes of the party members. The problem was that person. His name was Francis Mijar Dela Meinham, the second son of the Meinham Baronet family, a retainer of the Duke of Botox. In essence, the object of Glenda’s affection was the son of a rival noble family of Waiyar.
Thank you for reading.
episode57-10 The Maiden’s Secret Place Gets Wet △
has been scheduled for pre-release at 00:00 on June 11th.
