She lowered her head. I don’t care. Dress Crown Princess Anastasia in thicker layers. I don’t give a damn about your apology.
“You have every right to be angry,” the duke said. “But please, set aside your anger for now.”
She gave me a pained, apologetic look. I get it now. My face must be red, fitting for the Knight of Wrath. But you’ve got it all wrong. I can’t possibly explain my feelings to you, but Duke Astarte, I’ve already forgiven you. This redness isn’t directed at you.
“I’m no longer angry at you, Duke Astarte,” I said.
Her misunderstanding was convenient for me. A majority of this redness came from my suffering—my dick was in excruciating, agonizing pain. I had no anger toward the duke; if anything, it was pointed toward the royal family, who dared to use people as disposable pawns. I’ve got problems of my own to deal with, royal family. And Crown Princess Anastasia, you’re killing me right now. I was even told that you summoned me this time around.
Princess Valiele quietly stood beside me. I could only see her as a child who did her best to act mature and dressed up to mingle with adults. Sure, she was cute, but I wasn’t really into little girls. Not even a hint of my sexual arousal was pointed toward her.
“Um, Faust…” Princess Valiele started. “I ask that you please calm down.”
Above all, she’s got small boobs. Her physique is so flat and leaves so much to be desired. Her body resembled a horizon in the distance—a barren wasteland that was flat as can be, devoid of any curves whatsoever. She stood in stark contrast to Crown Princess Anastasia, who possessed a beautifully shaped rack, and Duke Astarte with melons on her chest. Their boobs only tortured me. Do you guys enjoy torturing my poor dick? The duke trembled at my rage and genuinely looked apologetic.
“Yes, of course. Very well!” she declared. “I shall accept your request! My duchy shall be responsible for breeding a child of your beloved, trusty steed, Flugel! It can only be done after this mission, however. Ah, and he doesn’t need to breed with just a single excellent mare; why not have him sire children with several mares at once? I shall choose the best foal of the bunch and present it to you, Faust. Needless to say, I’m more than willing to pay for every mare your horse impregnates. After all, he is Anhalt’s strongest horse, steed to our strongest knight. Rest assured that I’m willing to pay handsomely.”
“I’m fine with that,” I replied. “I’m sure that Flugel will be happy to have more children to continue his bloodline.”
Frankly, I want to be the one impregnating you right now, Your Grace. But I kept the vulgarities within my heart. I turned away, doing my best to keep the reptilian crown princess beside the duke out of my view, and gazed at Princess Valiele beside me. She had no boobs to offer. Her body was like the surface of a tranquil, quiet ocean that soothed the waves in my heart and calmed me down. Only she could offer me peace from my erection.
“Uh, Faust, why are you staring at me?” Princess Valiele inquired.
“Today, I’d like to look only at you, Your Highness, for I serve as your advisor,” I replied.
Will these words convey my annoyance to Crown Princess Anastasia? I doubt it. At the very least, I wasn’t keen on staring at the eldest princess’s face along with her perfectly shaped tits.
“Duke Astarte, is your apology over?” Princess Anastasia asked. “Can we move on?”
Her sharp gaze, which seemed to imply that she ate humans whenever she wished, was pointed at Duke Astarte. It was clear that the princess was eager to change topics.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m done,” Her Grace said. “I’ll hand it over to the royal family. Oh, and just to be clear, I’m against what you’re about to say.”
The duke raised her hands in the air in surrender, her knockers jiggling with her every move. Stop doing that. I’ll deflower you right this instant. I didn’t care if it was abnormal to see a man sexually assaulting a woman in this world; that wasn’t going to stop me. I’ll violate both of you. I really will. Even I couldn’t tell what I’d do if I were allowed to ravage their alluring bodies.
“Sir Faust von Polidoro, I have something to ask of you,” Crown Princess Anastasia said.
“Is that so? I would like to humbly decline your request,” I replied. “May I head back home?”
I respectfully declined to hear her out. I didn’t want to know, and I was reluctant to listen to her speak. I’d finished my conscription for the year and finished serving as Princess Valiele’s advisor. There was no reason for me to go along with the selfish whims of the royal family, and I wanted to return home.
“At least hear me out before you decline!” Princess Anastasia snapped.
“But I don’t want to hear you out,” I replied.
Her gorgeous breasts were on display underneath the veil as she locked eyes with me, and I did my best to stare back into her terrifying gaze. Otherwise, my eyes would’ve wandered over to her jugs.
“I won’t beat around the bush,” Princess Anastasia said. “We want to negotiate peace with the kingdom of Villendorf. I’d like to use you as our envoy.”
“Why me?” I inquired. “That should be a task for the Nobles of the Robe. Even if you were to entrust a feudal lord with this task, I fear that my rank is far too low.”
What did I do to deserve a position negotiating peace with Villendorf, one of the six other princess-elector nations that held as much power as Anhalt? That was definitely a job reserved for the Nobles of the Robe; a measly lord with only three hundred citizens couldn’t possibly undertake such a vital role. If worse came to worst, they would get offended by my lowly presence, assume that they were being mocked, and behead me. War would break out once more. I know the values of Villendorf, though. They probably won’t kill me. I was akin to a hero in their kingdom, and I wouldn’t be treated poorly.
“The Nobles of the Robe are of no use,” Princess Anastasia said. “Villendorf won’t offer us a response. They know that we’ve sent a majority of our royal army to the north to combat the nomads. Villendorf knows that our defenses against them have weakened, and they won’t give us the time of day.”
I didn’t want to hear those words, and I wished that I were completely uninvolved. Unfortunately, that wasn’t the case. I glanced at Martina, who stood behind me as my apprentice. She maintained her silence, knowing that she had no right to speak here. Frankly, I wanted her advice since I wasn’t well-versed in the world of politics, but I fell quiet too as my mind went a mile a minute.
The Polidoro fief was near the border with the Villendorf savages. That was why I entered the military every year to ensure that I’d receive Anhalt’s protection. What if my fief were to be invaded by those barbarians? That was a situation I wished to avoid at all costs. I’d risk my life to protect my land and my citizens. As a lord knight of the Polidoro fief, and as the one who’d inherited the land from my late mother and my ancestors before her, it was my duty to defend my domain.
“Faust, I do believe that this matter involves you,” Princess Anastasia said. “But…”
“But?” I asked.
I pressed her for a response—her reasons still weren’t enough to entrust the entire mission to me. I was in no position to be fully responsible for keeping Villendorf at bay; this was a task that ought to be handled by the royal family and the Nobles of the Robe. If not, then my yearly conscription held no meaning. As I’ve said before, I served in the military every year precisely because the royal family promised to protect my land. If they demanded anything more, it was a clear breach of our contract.