「Nnh… Nn～!」
Stretching her arms high overhead, Frea filled her lungs with the crisp, almost chilly morning air.
The stench of dragon blood and flesh still lingers low to the ground at this hour, so it doesn’t bother her much. Once her subordinates start moving around, the smell will spread, but by then their noses will have gone numb to it anyway.
She always pays careful attention to her own body odor, though. Perfume is an absolute necessity.
She takes another deep breath of the fresh air and looks up at the sky.
Thin clouds stretch across the blue expanse. The rainy season might be approaching soon.
Dragons are creatures with poor self-temperature regulation. When rain falls and they can’t warm their bodies, they naturally become less active.
That means longer breaks become easier to take, and she can use the time to push forward with facility repairs.
The new superior really kept his word. First, the wash stations were completely rebuilt…now properly separated by gender.
Given the rural location, the facilities are still just simple ceramic jars straddled over holes, but even having private stalls is a huge improvement.
Next, during the rainy season, they’ll rebuild the main building.
It’s going to be a major construction project, so it won’t finish in one go, but the plan is to expand it in stages.
Of course, this preferential treatment for their post drew fierce opposition from the commander and the other key members of the royal guard.
But the person in charge, Argusta, didn’t budge an inch.
『If you have complaints, then make the effort to generate revenue. Who do you think is producing the funds that cover the wasteful spending of certain people? Let me ask again. I’m not trying to eliminate every bit of waste. Just cooperate a little… and we might be able to avoid the situation where our Noie has to pay a personal visit to “greet” you.』
There is no greater threat than that.
Lately, the nobles have been buzzing with one topic: 『We absolutely must not allow Argusta-sama to ascend the throne.』
(As long as he can get along with the captain, though, I think that’s all he really cares about.)
Frea let out a long sigh and looked around. As usual, she spotted the familiar white figure.
It was Captain Noie.
「Captain. Good morning.」
「Good morning.」
Noie approached straight ahead without slowing her pace, and Frea braced herself slightly.
Another strange question, perhaps?
But Noie’s next move wasn’t conversation.
The white presence vanished right in front of her. And then… Frea felt something slip into the gap of her armor.
「Eh! Wait… Captain? Ah! What are you… nnh! Doing?!」
「……」
Noie’s hand had snuck in and was now kneading her chest with both thoroughness and firmness.
She seemed to be confirming the overall shape while squeezing quite boldly.
「Aah…」
「……」
After thoroughly enjoying herself, Noie released the golden-haired vice-captain and turned her attention to the next target.
A petite, flat-chested girl was walking over carrying firewood.
「Captain? What are you doing?」
「…This won’t work.」
「I don’t really understand what that means, but I’m definitely feeling super insulted right now!」
Ignoring the girl who angrily tossed aside the firewood, Noie scanned with her eyes.
That one should be the easiest to confirm.
「Captain～ There don’t seem to be any nocturnal dragons today, so there’s no need to rush～」
「……」
Noie fixed her gaze on the target peeking out from slightly opened door of the log cabin.
「Changing, right? I’ll be out in a sec, just wait…」
「……」
Noie strode forward in quick steps, pushing the apprentice girl, who had been about to close the door, inside along with her.
「Captain, what…?! Wait, nooo! You can’t just grab them like that! Aah～ moouu!」
Whatever was happening inside the log cabin was a mystery, but the girl’s initially protesting voice gradually grew softer and more breathy… and the men who had overheard quietly slipped away between the trees to begin their voluntary training.
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「Soft*, you say?」
「Yes.」
TN: Word is 柔らかい(yawarakai) which is usually used to describe boobies on ecchi scenes.
During the midday break, when Frea questioned her about the morning’s outrageous behavior… that was Noie’s answer.
「I don’t understand what ‘soft’ means. Is this soft?」
After crushing the eaten bones into powder and scattering them into the river, Noie gently placed her hand over her own chest, on top of the armor.
At work she wears custom-made platinum magical armor, and her everyday clothes are usually simple, easy-to-remove dresses with no frills. So it’s something only those in the know realize… but despite her slender waist, Noie actually belongs to the classic “hidden big-breast” category.
Argusta would never admit it, though.
「I think the captain’s are soft. Yes… enviably so.」
「I see.」
The moment the topic turned to breasts, Mische had already mounted her horse and ridden off, cursing the chests of the world.
Lutte, on the other hand, listened attentively without seeming particularly bothered, perhaps she was simply at that age where such conversations piqued her curiosity. Though the way she was shielding her chest completely with one arm might have been a sign of lingering fear from being thoroughly groped earlier.
「Why are you so concerned about it?」
「……」
Noie’s eyes were swimming desperately.
This was unmistakably her habit whenever she was frantically trying to remember something.
「Saw.」
「Saw what?」
「Baby… on chest. It was strange.」
「……」
「Why the chest? When it’s just soft?」
Pure, innocent questions can sometimes be painfully difficult.
Especially with Noie, whose general knowledge is surprisingly limited. Back when they first met, she could barely change clothes by herself.
「May I explain, Captain?」
「Yes.」
「Women’s breasts are special.」
「Special?」
「Women’s breasts are, you see…」
After listening to Frea’s careful explanation, Noie finally understood.
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