The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

They put me back in the house, wiped my body with a wet cloth, and wear a beautiful costume to keep.

That's how my mother combed my hair, I remembered when my sister went to her daughter-in-law.

How did this happen?

I didn't expect the day to come when I could get myself looked after by my mother with such sadness.

When I cry, my tears spill and my lightly applied makeup falls off.

Every time I fix my makeup, my mother apologizes to me and wears the same makeup again.

While that had been repeated several times, I understood that I could no longer escape.

"I'm sorry, Sokola. I wish my mothers could have seen you first."

"I have no choice. Mother."

I have no choice.

But there's nothing I can do about it.

"Yeah, you're beautiful."

That's what made my mother laugh proudly.

It's better not to be beautiful, but I hope it doesn't come to the attention of your nobles.

As much as I wanted to roll into the field and be muddy.

"... Sokola. Listen to your mother."

"What?"

"You can tell everyone in the village what you think you don't like, or you can put it in your mouth. But, you know, if your nobility calls... absolutely, absolutely. Never show off your nasty bare hands."

My mother said, staring at me, who was a thrower.

I have strength in my shoulder-gripping hand and it hurts.

"If I piss off your nobility, how easily will this village be crushed? You don't have to do that, but if Sokola makes any coarse mistakes, of course, your mothers could get killed in a row, even your fiancée Rafen."

"Oh no..."

I was going to tell the nobleman that I had a fiancée if I had to and ask him to forgive me.

But that was a big mistake, and I didn't think it would involve even Rafen.

My back feels tight and my chest feels cramped.

"So, Sokola. You can be as angry with your mother as you want right now. You can say you don't like the village chief. But, you know, in front of your nobles, you should never, ever pretend like that. That's all I need you to promise me."

"Mother..."

I was jumping into my mother's chest and crying.

I sincerely hoped that the time I was fixing my makeup would go on forever.

Back at the village chief's house, Move, Nasha and Kaiha were already waiting.

I am Bili.

"It was late."

"I'm sorry. I was ready."

My mother bows her head.

I will not lower.

"Don't be rude to your nobles. You know what I mean?

"Yes."

I keep that because it's a promise to my mother.

I don't like it, but I have no choice.

It is unacceptable for me to be the only one to escape to live in the village.

With the village chief at the head, we left the room.

I hear the nobles are staying in the building of the village assembly hall.

While walking, Rafen comes to help, such delusions.

Rafen, who heard the circumstances, appeared, and took my hand, and fled the village with him.

We're lucky enough to get away with it. We're in a different land, and we build two happy families.

And one day we'll have kids and we'll have more families in our two homes.

"Be quiet, lords. Don't let the nobles talk about night games."

Such a happy imagination disappeared easily in the words of the village chief.

We were inside the assembly hall at some point.

We were pushed into a small room, and the village chief dropped us off into the back.

"Hey, what does everyone think?

I couldn't stand the indescribable silence, and I opened my mouth.

Shut up, I was stunned by the mob's eyes, but I was curious. What does everyone think?

"... I'm glad.... Sokola doesn't seem to think so."

"I can be held by your nobles."

Kaiha and Nasha opened their mouths.

It's nothing like the response I had in mind.

"You know. My father and brother both died in the Nambonan war. If I stay like this, I will sell my sister. But when I gave birth to your noble son, the village chief said he would take care of his family. So I'm glad I'm here this evening."

I knew Kaiha's house was tough, but it still looks like a pretty painful situation.

I'm sure there are a lot of kids in positions like Kaiha.

Considering that, maybe a lot of kids wanted to come here this evening.

I wanted to replace such a child.

"I guess I'd rather not have magic in the village. You can have as many children as you want because you already have one. I wish I could have a gentle, strong boy like my bearded uncle. I don't want to live in fear of wolves and bandits anymore."

Nasha got married last year and is having a boy right away.

I admired you as a friendly couple......

Somehow, it's going to change my eyes to see Nasha.

Can it be something so mild to be held apart from the person you like?

"What about the mob?

"Shut up."

Without hiding the frustration, Maub says.

As I watched Moeb in silence, he sighed a little and Moeb spoke with anger.

"I got married, but I didn't like that guy and I got married. Parents just decided on their own. If someone you don't even like holds you, you're better off as a nobleman as long as you can have magical children."

Maub is newlywed, but the couple are not close.

We always have fights.

It was a rumor among the girls that Maub was in love with a boy from another village.

That's why it was a lot of noise when Move's parents forced him to marry someone from this village.

"If I could conceive your aristocratic child, I wouldn't have to deal with that man's night until the birth. If they like it in the night games, they might be able to take us out of here. It's a great opportunity to get out of a village with nothing but pain."

I told him to throw it away, and Maub pressed silence.

Maybe he's thinking about a boy from another village.

If so, I'm sure Maub doesn't want your nobles to hold him.

I'm sure you are.

I want to think so.

"I managed to get your forgiveness. You lords get ready fast. Go into the room."

Seeing the village chief show up on a small run, I closed my eyes and calmed my heart.

May it not be chosen.

May it not be chosen.

May it not be chosen.

...... Rafen.

The room was bright when we opened the door to a large room where adults gathered at the rally.

A strange sphere like a round moon floats fluffy and illuminates the room.

A boy about my age sat at the center of it, where the adult knight stood.

Surprisingly embroidered clothes, leather boots that look like the top, fabric cloaks that look expensive to see, spotless skin and beautiful blue hair.

He didn't try to look at us at all and messed with the stones like beautiful gems.

It's like he's saying that civilians like us aren't even worth moving our gaze.

... this is your nobility.

"Sokola......! What are you doing? Whoa! That's disrespectful...!

Everyone was already on the floor with their hands on their knees.

I will also rush into that posture.

Immediately the village chief apologized for my disrespect and took a profound apologetic stance.

"Forgive"

"Ha!

After all, I did not turn my attention to this one, and your nobility has forgiven the village chief and my disrespect.

Good.

"So, uh, how about... This is the daughter of the village I just spoke to..."

"Night games are unnecessary. Back off."

The mayor of the village, etc., as if not in his eyes, said the nobleman.

Not a glance.

The tone has a tingling back.

I thought I only figured out a little bit how my mother felt when she was afraid of your nobles.

The village chief mumbled but seemed to be thinking about how he could not do something about it.

I remain silent.

"So how about some tea...? All the daughters in this village can brew tea well."

The nobleman reacted slightly silently and turned his attention to the village chief.

Speaking of which, this nobleman came to buy tea.

If you can have a good cup of tea, you might be interested.

"Mm?"

The gaze of the nobleman moves from the village chief here.

And the nobles saw me.

Somehow I see each other.

I thought it would be rude to deviate, too, and I couldn't move as I was.

I feel like I'm being observed wandering.

"Daughter there"

"I am a daughter named Sokola. Would you have liked it? If you'll forgive me, I'll let you brew some tea...?

All this time, the village chief started selling about me.

Scary. Scary. Scary.

How can you be so scared when you're a boy smaller than Rafen?

I feel my back soaking wet.

"I don't want tea."

And when I heard the words of the nobles, I relieved myself, and bowed my breasts.

But the words didn't end there.

"Leave that girl behind and back off."

It turns bright white in front of me.

You were moving unconsciously, your fluttering hands wandering through the universe asking for help.

Rafen, who grasps it gently, is not here.