The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

When I woke up in the morning, Mount Miyama Elektion, north, stood in my lower abdomen.

Such a powerful morning has been since my return to Newnelly City. He has a way of raising a level that doesn't stay within the boundaries of the morning physiological phenomenon.

I didn't think I'd be bockingin 'this far with just one day of abstinence.

Since I woke up to sexual activity, I feel that the growth of meat bars is remarkable.

I just want to be as adorable as I can with this super cured meat stick the minute I've climbed the castle if possible, but I can't even serve it in bed the day before breakfast, just the day after my mother returns.

The maids in charge of dressing see the bulging nani as a flicker.

The maid who worried about how to store the hardened meat stick in her pants was adorable.

At the breakfast table, my mother had an energy-filled face.

No heart or my father looks sloppy. I must have made sure I had plenty of love with my mother.

After all, Fannie didn't come to my bedroom last night. I guess my period is ongoing. When I observed Fannie still, she looked a little anemic.

Since the breakfast is in a buffet format that asks the servants to cook while sitting down, I chose the odds that Fannie seems to have a lot of iron and recommended it.

"Can you let me know what Wilk's up to today? We're leaving for the city of Nambonan soon, right?

"Yes, I plan to leave as soon as I'm ready"

My mother's back, so I'm finally leaving for the city of Nambonan.

If I had no business at the castle, I would have seen the time and headed to the Pioneering Order, giving instructions while I was away.

"Brother, how soon will you be ready?

"I think I'll be done in a day. So we should be able to leave the day after tomorrow."

"Really..."

Shh shrugged, and Fannie shut up just like that.

"Fannie, with that look on your face, Wilk can't leave safely, can he? Will Wilk be back in the year?

"I'm going to. I will return as soon as my appointment is over."

"Did you hear that, Fannie?

"Yes, Mother."

Ask him to brew tea after meals to serve, and exchange views with his father and mother about what he plans to do in the city of Nambonan.

Fannie told me that my grandfather, who continues to build the castle lonely, was pathetic and asked me to take it because I would write to him.

It was then that the dining room door was hastily opened.

"We are truly sorry for your loss during your meal. The command of the military base sent a message. We need to talk to you right away."

A servant, slightly disturbed in his breath, quickly thanked him before knocking on the door and entering the dining room.

"You think it's from the military?

It was my father who said that.

The soothing voice tone until just now had turned into something of parental majesty.

"Yes, the decree is waiting for you in the castle"

Messages from the military may also contain military confidentiality, so they are not communicated in detail to the servants.

It's the fastest way to go directly if you want more details.

"I'll be on my way. Give me a guide....................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

"Yes."

Out of the dining room, my father and I are led down the hall by a servant.

When plugged into the room that the decree was waiting, another servant waiting outside opened the door quickly.

The soldiers who stood and waited indoors wore office clothes that were easy to move, not armor as the average soldier would wear.

Judging by what he's wearing, he's a soldier with the position of assistant captain in class affairs.

It is not normal for a soldier with such a post to come to just a preaching order, so I can see the urgency.

An abbreviated greeting from the military showed that he was the deputy captain of the clerkship.

Me and my father sit in a chair right around the corner and decide to ask for the requirements quickly.

"We have information that the Holy High Church in the city is planning a massive destruction campaign,"

The deputy captain of the decree concluded first.

The only people in the room were me and my father and the three deputy captains because they were draining servants, but I felt the air bothered.

"Keep going."

My father says in a firm and heavy voice.

"Ha. It's about this morning. A priest from the city came to the military and accused them of Holy High Church plans"

"What about that priest?

"We have identified ourselves and are currently in custody. Definitely belonged to the Holy High Church in the city."

Saying so, the deputy breathed in a little deeper and continued the conversation.

"According to its priest, there are plans to attack this area indiscriminately, including the city of Newnelly. The plan may be speeded up when the Holy High Church side becomes aware of the facts on which we have been charged. I think we need to deal with this as soon as possible."

If the Holy High Church is planning a terrorist attack in the city, we need to strike our hands early.

My father exhaled without even trying to hide his frustration.

"Heading to Command. Prepare an escort."

In the evening, with more escorts solidifying my surroundings than usual, I came to a building with a military base headquarters.

"Young lady, this way."

"Oh."

He is led into a room lined with desks and chairs by soldiers who were packing into command. It seems like the atmosphere I usually use for a meeting room or something.

At the centre of that room is a priest whose hands and feet are chained and seated in a chair. I recognized her.

She is Tit Priest Cynthia, who was at St. High Church in Newnelly City.

If it was true, I planned to commit all the wrongs at a later date.

He is dressed in the same monastic clothes he saw the other day, but the veil he wears on his head has been removed and his hair revealed.

Her hair, long enough to reach her ass, was a pale peach color reminiscent of cherry blossom petals, with bright red eyes reminiscent of sawdust.

"It is also possible that her making the accusation itself is included within the plan of the Holy High Church. We're taking strict restraints for that."

You must have noticed I was looking at her barely, the soldier said even though he didn't ask questions. From a clear way of speaking and explaining, follow the soldiers near the clerk.

Indeed, the operation of attacking Castle Newnelly where he acted as a whistleblower and brought the army to the attention of the Holy High Church seems likely enough.

But even if that were the case, the security of Castle Newnelly had been consolidated into a guttering bee all morning.

This morning, after listening to the preaching, I immediately took command of the castle security and laid down a strict order.

The truth is, I wanted to go to command with my father, but he ordered me to stay in the castle and consolidate my guardianship.

When my father and I get together and head out to command, the only remaining magicians in Newnelly Castle will be my mother, Fannie, and a handful of escorts. My father, anxious for it, decided to leave me in the castle.

My father, along with his deputy captain, rushed to headquarters to check the situation, and immediately woke up the army.

Quickly manoeuvred, the Qualdenze army instantly entered the castle town and completely besieged the district, including the Holy High Church. I created a formation that wouldn't let one rat escape.

Confirming that there was no magic in the church, my father came back to Newnelly Castle to baton touch with me. My father seems to be busy with other jobs and he wanted to cut them up early.

By the time I arrived at the siege net of the army, which took on my father's substitute, the church had been subdued by the captain entrusted with command.

There was little resistance on the part of the Holy High Church, and they all surrendered quickly. The siege was ongoing so that there was no escape, but enough to show calm.

Now, congratulations, congratulations, I wish I had ended up with, but it didn't work out so well.

That's why I came to Command to get more information from the priest I whistled to.

"Well, let me tell you more. But before that..."

The hands and feet, which would probably have been chained all morning, were stained with a colour as painful as it was pathetic to watch.

Like the soldier said, it's possible that her behavior is one of the positive moves, but if she whistled me out of pure goodwill, I feel a bit badly treated.

"Hey. Unchain him. This room won't make it easy to escape."

"But she is magical...... Could you at least wait until a few more soldiers with magic are back?

It is not difficult for a demonic person to destroy a building and escape, so there is no need for soldiers to be vigilant.

"Mm-hmm? The demon seal seems to be in place."

"If there was a massive sabotage activity, as she said, a demonic soldier would be a great force of war. If you use your magic for her demonic seal, you can't go into battle. That's why we keep it to a minimal demon seal. It's no surprise when the demon seal collapses."

Magic can be activated by releasing the magic inside the body.

A magic seal is a means of sealing its magical liberation. When a magic seal is applied, the magic cannot be freed, so inevitably the magic cannot be used.

The magic seal method is easy. It is only good if someone else forces him to pour magic into the body of a man who wants to put a demonic seal on him.

When massive amounts of magic are poured into others, walls are formed that do not appear as if the magic has joined and consolidated with each other, making it impossible to liberate the magic.

The more magic you pour in, the stronger the bond becomes, so the duration of the magic seal is longer.

In a situation where there may be a battle ahead, there won't be any magical room for a long term demon seal. It is a reasonable decision.

"Well, then I'll seal it."

I put my hand on Cynthia's shoulder. The feeling of softness in the woman makes her lower body feel stiff.

I didn't shake my back at all yesterday, so I'm accumulating a lot. But I can't help it if it hits me here.

I turned my back on her and let the open magic flow for a few seconds or so.

"Ugh!?

Such as the amount of magic a civilian has. When you use demonic civilians as cats, nobles are tigers and lions. The level of the foundations competing for magic power is different in the first place.

Especially in my case, in addition to the magic of the aristocracy, magic training from childhood through reincarnation has resulted in a tremendous amount of magic. I don't think there's anyone on this continent, including nobles, who I can't demonize and seal.

"... something like this? Unless I unlock it, I won't be able to unseal it for at least the next month."

I don't think I can solve a few months when I'm bad.

"I apologize for bothering you"

"I don't mind. This will do, take the chain."

"Ha."

I make a noise for Jarrari, and the black chain that was holding her is removed.

She then heals lacerations and moles in her skin by applying the magic of healing. I plan to have it delicious at a later date, so I still have trouble getting extra scratches.

"... thank you for your generous consideration. May the gentle heart guide you to Rethupotemp."

Cynthia began to pray looking up and hand in hand. Prayer accustomed proficiency is felt from the movement of the hands assembled in front of the large breasts.

As the Spirit's name pops out of his mouth by the time, he really seems to be a saint. The Spirit Rethupotemp should have been the Spirit who appeared before a man who had helped the weak who were injured or suffering, blessing him with a good destiny.

I appeal to you to put your hands up and down and not care.

Cynthia, the High Priest of the Holy See.

"Yes."

"I need to ask you again."

"Whatever. I swear to Wartent Therma, I'm not lying."

Its pure gaze makes it unwittingly frightening.

"... the head of the church was not at the Holy High Church in the city. Abbey, of course."

According to what Cynthia accused him of, the head of the Holy High Church in the city, the head of the church, was the leader of the terrorist plot.

Even though I ambushed the church in the morning believing the information she had brought, I was unable to catch the head of the church. The same goes for the other priests who said they were endorsing the Church chief's plan to terrorize.

Investigating the faithful raised some sightings of seeing church chiefs and priests rushing out early in the morning.

"Answer me if you know where the head of the church can hide or where he's going."

Cynthia's red eyes closed slowly, and soon opened.

Are you nervous, she took a slow, deep breath. I felt my breasts swung with awkwardness.

"I think the head of the church is headed for a field that will probably... expand south of Newnelly City"

I held my fist on my lap, and she assured me.

"Field? Why are you going to that place?

"I don't know. It's just that the head of the church usually cared about the field. Besides, the head of the church also said this to his fellow priests." There is hope for the Holy High Council in the field "..."

According to Cynthia, the head of the church seems to have always been close to adventurers who go field exploring.

Adventurers in Newnelly City have fallen considerably since the adventurer preferential policy began in Wang Capital, but not a single adventurer who had been close to the head of the church was lacking.

And the other day, he said, another friendly adventurer with the head of the church came to Holy High Church. I hear Cynthia was very surprised because they were all magical, too. Magical adventurers are rare.

Plugging into the story, I pinched my mouth because I was a little concerned.

"Do you know the names of those adventurers?

"Sure, with one man and two women... Merguin, Deanna, Rupetta... I thought it was"

The day I had my church date with Minute, I met Rupetta inside the church, but apparently the head of the church had some errands.

No, Lupetta seemed free, so it was Melgin or Deanna who had business.

"Mr. Deanna seems like a saint...... Ah!

He stared seriously at my face, surprised as Cynthia jumped up on the way he was talking.

Me and Minute taught Cynthia spiritual tales and fables that day. You must have remembered my face.

"So, what's next?

"Ah, yes..."

Cynthia starts talking again when I encourage her to continue.

"So, Mr. Deanna was in the back room talking to the head of the church. I heard later that Deanna and the others seemed to field based in Newnelly City for some time to come. The head of the church was pleased."

But a few days later, the head of the church suddenly became suspicious and started wandering.

"Looks like I got some bad news, and the head of the church was visibly wolfish. In the sky above even talking from here...... In the middle of the day, Deanna needed me, and we went in the back room again."

When Cynthia wondered what was going on, she just ran into two people who came out of the room.

"At that time, the two faces were pale... and I had a feeling something was going on."

The head of the church, who was suspicious and suspicious even after Deanna left, said it was there that he gathered the priests around him and went into the room.

Having felt a nasty atmosphere, Cynthia tried to eavesdrop using magic even though she thought she was doing something she shouldn't.

"I've never done this before, such as eavesdropping, so I couldn't pick up the whole conversation. But I only found out that the church chiefs were planning a massive rebellion."

So Cynthia mouths what she eavesdrops on. But they were the same as the soldiers had already told us, and there was no new information in particular.

In summary, the plan seems to have been found out! Seriously, if you're serious, you're serious! We're still getting ready, but we're gonna have to terrorize you now! …. I don't know any details.

"And finally, the head of the Church said, 'Erase the nobility and restore our faith, trampled on by oppression. You have to sacrifice everything to do that."

Cynthia tried to persuade the head of the church to stay. I don't know what you're trying to do, but you're not going to succeed in something like that, so stop it, he said.

But the head of the church did not respond to the persuasion. Instead, he said, he was persuaded the other way around to cooperate with the plan as a magical priest.

Pending a reply, Cynthia thought.

It is true that the Holy High Council is persecuted in the Kingdom of Levios, so we cannot help but be dissatisfied. But Cynthia concluded that it was unacceptable to involve even unrelated citizens to make it right.

Besides, it is clear that if the plan fails, the head of the Church will, of course, be executed in unison, even priests, devout people who are not involved in the plan, and the faithful.

As a result of all the troubles, Cynthia squeezed her courage out of the monastery and came to the military base to whistle.

Perhaps at the time Cynthia came to convince me, the head of the church had made a calculation to escape......

There's no way a mere civilian churchwarden can defeat a magical Cynthia, so we just have to run.

"Hmm. Muscle's coming through."

"Please, believe me..."

"But believe it or not, you won't know where the head of the church is. The plan is also just a indiscriminate attack, the guidelines are grasped."

I think I went to the field, just doesn't give me any clue.

It may be possible to say in the first place that a massive indiscriminate attack, or just a civilian churchwarden who is not magical, can do it.

"We should remain vigilant in the city for a while, while continuing our search within the church. We may have some material about the plan."

The soldiers say, as they saw me and Cynthia in silence.

"Right...... Priest Cynthia. I'm sorry, but I'll let you restrain yourself here for a while. Until the plan of the head of the church is revealed, we cannot liberate him. Good."

"Be prepared, sir."

"If you are cooperative, make sure the soldiers never treat you badly"

"Thank you. If the innocence of the President of the Church and those other than the priests who followed him can be proven, I will cooperate in any way."

Then it was a moment when I thought I'd ask you to cooperate in bed for a moment.

A soldier walked into the room, rattling in his footsteps. What a rush today.

"Captain! Were you here!

"What's up?

The soldier squeezed his face and opened his mouth, breathing with his shoulders.

"We've captured two rock salt thief adventurers at the out-of-town gate! A child adventurer named Rupetta is making a scene about wanting to talk to the Captain! The man adventurer is severely ill and his eight babies are debilitated! Captain, give me your orders!

"The rupetta?

I asked him back because the contents of the message were unintelligible, but he came running with the words he was told to pass on for now, and the first words seemed like everything.

I think a man's adventurer is probably Merguin. But I don't know eight babies, and I don't know why they stole rock salt.

Lupetta left for the field for a week and a little while today. What would have happened to her in a while.

I wonder if you had eight children conceived by mating with me, giving birth in just a week, stealing the rock salt from Newnelly specialties to make money, and bumping Melgin out of parental stress.

The soldier on the preamble is waiting for my reply, keeping his posture correct.

Even when I was in command, Cynthia decided I couldn't get any more useful information, and I opened my mouth.

"Head to the out-of-town gate. Show me."

"Ha!"