「What the heck… I’m doing my job properly, you know?」
The Muscle Prince stands silently at the entrance to the office, and it’s seriously annoying.
Krea looks completely unmotivated now, but… this is actually her normal state, so stop complaining.
「I already gave my report first thing in the morning, didn’t I?」
「……Yeah. You woke up and she was back to normal, so you spent the whole day groping her and skipping work?」
「Hey, hey. Why are you twisting it into something so lewd?」
「So you didn’t do it, then?」
「……I plead to remain silent!」
Even though I claim to plead to remain silent, the younger group has their faces bright red and heads lowered. Even Noie looks a little embarrassed.
But come on… seeing Noie back in her original sixteen-year-old form would energize anyone, right?
She thought she might never return to this body, and then suddenly she did… the way she clung to me that time was top-tier among recent incidents. Thanks to that, I got to adore max-level Noie to my heart’s content!
The prince strides over with heavy steps, slams both hands on the desk, and stares straight at me.
「You really didn’t do anything, right?」
「It was supposed to wear off on its own after some time anyway, wasn’t it? I don’t know why Noie took longer than the others, but she’s back to normal now, so isn’t that good enough? Right, Noie?」
「Yes.」
I pull the seated Noie into a hug and rub my cheek against hers.
My adorable wife never shows any sign of disliking it. She radiates pure happiness from every inch of her body and accepts the affection fully. Isn’t this perfect? Isn’t it? …Yeah, Noie really is best at this size.
Inel-kun averts his eyes in embarrassment, his reaction is perfectly age-appropriate. Krea, on the other hand, looks like she’s about to spit in disgust, she must be mentally unwell. My older brother shoots me the most blatantly suspicious glare… which makes him the biggest hassle, so I ignore it and plant a kiss on Noie’s cheek instead.
「Whatever. Also, only Father gets to fool around with women in the office.」
「I’m not fooling around. I’m adoring her.」
「Same thing. Geez…」
Scratching his head roughly, the prince spins on his heel.
「Oh, right, Argusta.」
「Yeah?」
「……Some troublesome guests from the republic are coming soon.」
「Troublesome?」
A bad feeling creeps in. If it’s that finance minister or something, I’ll run away at full speed.
「For some reason they specifically requested you as their host during the stay. We owe them for the wedding, so we can’t exactly refuse their request. Make sure you do your job properly.」
「……And who exactly is it?」
Over his shoulder, the Muscle Prince turns back with a sleazy grin.
「The republic’s advisor. One of the foremost users of large-scale destructive spell formations on this continent… the witch Marisan.」
This is really going to be a huge pain.
-0-
Celswin Republic, Southern Highway
「Marisan-sama.」
「What is it?」
「These roads are rather rough. Please be careful of the shaking.」
「……I don’t need a report for something like that. I do go to battlefields depending on the time and circumstances, you know.」
「Yes, ma’am!」
The overly serious captain of the escort squad earned an exasperated sigh from the woman known as the witch.
Inside the carriage, she stretched her limbs lazily.
Normally she wore a black dress, one that accentuated every curve of her body to the fullest, but when off duty, the backlash made her favor loose, baggy clothing.
Above all, her personal carriage was designed so no one could peek inside from the outside.
Every window was locked securely from within, making it nearly impossible to open from the exterior.
A perfect sealed chamber… which was precisely why she was completely sprawled out, hugging an oversized cushion she had brought along while crunching on snacks.
(After all, this is a rare trip abroad… I want to spend it as leisurely as possible.)
She brushed back her long black hair and idly thought about the audience with the king of Univance, her official duty.
Normally a task like this wouldn’t warrant her personal attention, but lately the succession struggle between the finance minister and the interior minister had become too public… and frankly, exhausting.
For her, Marisan, as long as whoever became the new master provided the funds and resources for the spell formations she wanted to experiment with, she didn’t particularly care who it was, even if that master demanded physical relations.
(It’s only natural that men would succumb to someone as alluring as me, after all.)
Most importantly, if the other party was 「skilled enough」, there was no problem. Both sides enjoyed themselves and everything was resolved.
(Though that one is getting on in years now, and that part of him has probably declined quite a bit… I suppose it’s time to look for a new master to serve.)
She chuckled softly and rolled around on the bed-like interior of the carriage.
(They say there’s an adorable doll in Univance who refuses to die easily… It might be fun to play with her a little, don’t you think?)
She picked up a document that had rolled aside.
It was a report sent by the ambassador currently stationed in the country they were heading toward, concerning the 「Dragon Slayer」.
The more she read, the more her interest grew. Above all, the line stating that the subject almost never died under normal circumstances made her heart race.
(A talent said to have fought on equal terms with the Empire’s previously unconfirmed Dragon Slayer. How wonderful… truly wonderful.)
She lightly licked her lips… and her body trembled with excitement.
(How should I torment her, I wonder? If she won’t die from ordinary means… then I can do something truly awful, can’t I?)
Memories of the human experiments she once performed on slaves surfaced… and she, the witch, rubbed her thighs together from sheer arousal.
(No, no. This won’t do… At this rate I’m no different from a beast in heat.)
Yet her instincts demanded it.
Pain… the expression of a girl weeping and grieving in agony.
(Ahh… I can hardly wait.)
Leave a Reply