The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Only two ejaculations, but I felt fatigued because of the high amount that came out.

It was already before noon by the time I realized, as a result of repeated sleeping twice in units that did not exist on this continent, trying to sleep only five more minutes, sleep only ten more minutes, etc.

Confirm your plans for today while Oddy wipes the dry and shiny areas of your body fluids last night.

"The Great Master is back to the unknown," he said.

He didn't mind me smelling a little semen, and Tesh said so.

When Odie wipes his morning booming penis with a wet cloth with a polite hand, he prepares to put on his underwear.

"I don't think so. Have you kept your grandfather waiting?"

Saying as he put his foot through his underwear, Tesh denied it.

"No, sir, they've been having talks since this morning."

"Talk?"

"Sorry, we don't know the details"

If it's about me, I'm more or less aware of it. That Tesh doesn't know, I guess, is military talks.

I talked to my stomach about whether I should eat first, and then I decided to ask my grandfather to tell me that I woke up for now.

"Call the martial officer. Confirm your grandfather's plans"

"Yes, sir."

Tesh leaves the room, and I'm gonna be alone with Odie.

She seemed to wake up and get herself up before me, leaving no trace of sex.

Watching her stop buttoning my jacket with the same attitude as usual makes me wonder if last night's mating was a dream.

"Excuse me."

The martial officer came into the room some time after I made the call.

Looking at the outfit, it was obvious that he was a ranked soldier, and his name came up with just a slight twist in the head.

I forgot my detailed position, but the fact that I remember my name would be one of the senior martial arts officers. I'm solid even when I see how to say hello.

I'll make sure Odie leaves the room, and then I'll ask my grandfather what he plans to do.

"The General is now in talks with visitors in the morning. If it's convenient for you, I'd like to show you around."

"Right. Then ask for guidance."

I was hungry but I could stand it, so I decided to see my grandfather first.

Leaving the room with a martial officer for my hand with Tesh's prepared letter.

He was moved to another cabin while being led by a martial artist and passed to the room where his grandfather was waiting.

"It's been a long time, Wilk."

"Grandfather, it's been a long time. How are you, sir?

My grandfather wasn't the only one in a conference room. I guess it's the person that came this morning, one old man sat face to face with his grandfather.

My grandfather is over eighty years old too, but this old man looks about the same age as that.

The old man, who saw me, stood up in a agile motion that did not make him feel old, posing with his gooed left hand on his hips and his pared right hand on his chest.

The move was that of a knight awaiting introduction. Apparently this old man is a knight.

"This one's fine.... Oh, let's make an introduction first. He's a knight in a land he's known for a long time. Look, you name it, too."

The old knight, with the permission of his grandfather, names his family name and names in a crisp tone, and speaks of the noble family name of his lord.

Its nobility was not to be taken to the Kingdom of Levios, but to the Zinker Empire.

The Qualdenze family is turning war on the imperial nobility, but they are not fighting the entire empire.

Some nobles are neutral or allied with the Qualdenze family because they have not fought the entire empire.

There are many aristocrats in the western part of the empire who support the Qualdenze family from behind. They are politically hostile to the nobles of the eastern Empire.

The East and West are also unfriendly in the Kingdom of Levios, but the Empire is unfriendly in circles to it. To say how unfriendly we are, we are unfriendly about a step ahead of the imperial division.

The nobility, the lord of the old knight, was also one of the imperial nobles supporting the Qualdenze family.

I mean, I guess the old knight is also here to discuss the back alliance.

"Was Wilk the first to see the Knight of the Empire?

"Yes."

I've never seen an Imperial Knight, of course, meet an Imperial nobleman, as I never have in my current life, such as going out to Imperial Territory.

The history and geography of the empire were in an environment where people could study more than people, so I have more confidence than people if I only had knowledge.

"Dear Galphis, I am retired."

Talking with sharp eyes and an easy-to-hear sinister voice seems more like an active knight than a hidden old man.

"Are you an Imperial Knight"

That's what they used to call it.

Even when it comes to knights, only the head of that knight is in a position strictly to be called a knight. This does not change the empire or the kingdom.

My grandfather laughs when he sees an old knight who denies that he is not a knight because he is no longer the master.

"He's as stubborn as ever. A knight would be good because it's troublesome."

"But Master Galphis"

I could see the depth of intimacy as I watched the old knight interact with his grandfather, who spoke at ease and in a slightly troubled tone.

I've read in books about a city ruled by an old knight's house, so I think about the words of greeting back to him in retrospect of the area.

My father has taught me that it is important for aristocratic socialisation to show off one end of strength in such a place.

It is natural knowledge as a nobleman to know the location of that territory by hearing the nobleman's family name, but few even remember the lands and cities ruled by the Knights. It is all the more so if you are also a knight of another country.

"Grandfather, can you tell me about me too?

My turn didn't come around, so I remind my grandfather.

My grandfather turned his hand to me and started introducing me briefly.

"I would like to introduce you, but I am the grandson of Non. He will be officially nominated as the next head of the Qualdenze family not so far away. You look like Luke. You like to study. This is my chance to tell you a lot about the current state of the Empire."

"Yeah, if that's what I can do"

The old knight gently returned his acknowledgement and turned his gaze here at the same time as his grandfather.

I'm an aristocratic, stylish, long mouth, and then I name it.

The Qualdenze family man, Qualdenze Wilk.

This would be the end of the greeting if it were meant to be, but because my grandfather threw me a good pass, I decided to keep the knowledge appeal.

"He said he'd be happy to talk to you. As you know, it is the Great River that does not have that much sea in the territory of Qualdenze. No knight has ever ruled the harbor, so I expect to hear fresh stories."

In the introduction of a knight, he does not give the name of the city or land ruled by that knight. Because the knight's dominion is only a deposit from the main aristocracy.

In other words, right now, there are only two ingredients that determine the city ruled by the old knight's house: the main nobleman's family name and the knight's family name.

If my memory is certain, the old knight's house should govern some of the westernmost port towns on the continent.

The old knight reacted slightly when he uttered the element of a knight ruling the harbour town. I was convinced I was right, followed by the name of the city in my mouth.

"Oh..."

You didn't think the Knights of the Empire even grasped the land they ruled, the old knight looked at me with open eyes.

"Sometimes Master Galphis just boasts. … come much like the Marquis of Qualdenze"

I don't have any extra time to study because I wanted Fannie to think of me as a smart, nice brother.

All the nobles of the Kingdom of Levios and the Jinker En Empire can of course be said in the sky, and I firmly remember the information about the historic cities and knights.

You're looking at my father in the face, and the old knight stares at me with his nostalgic eyes.

"You look just like the Marquis of Qualdenze when you were younger. I miss Cassia's silver eyes."

Responding perfectly to the old knight's line, my grandfather slapped his hand and looked at this one as if he remembered something.

I want to escape my grandfather, who walks toward me and slaps me on the floor.

"Speaking of which, it's Wilk. I need to ask you one thing, okay?

"What is it?

Closed in with an awesome face, he grips his shoulders. It was quite powerful.

"I heard rumors, is it true that you fulfilled the Warcraft Crusade?

They say soldiers traveling back and forth between the city of Nambonan and this base have picked up rumours of a warcraft crusade.

He said his grandfather wanted to go home to Newnelly to make sure it was true, but he seemed to have weighed himself down just because he had been molested by the surrounding martial arts officers.

"Yes. You've already received rumors to your grandfather. I think it's probably in my father's letter."

"Right......! Right! Well done! That's Cassia's grandson!

My grandfather laughs full face, hands on both sides of me and lifts them straight up.

I didn't expect to be "hot" when I was twelve years old.

My grandfather, over eighty years old, who lifts me lightly developing with no problems as a twelve-year-old boy. I know it's fine because there is reinforcement by magic, but I worry that my bones will break.

My grandfather opens his mouth with excitement as he holds me.

"So, where did you defeat the Warcraft? Evermill? Gatoren? Are you kidding me, Nambonan? You won't be proud of Nambonan's mature warcraft."

Warcraft is born inside the field and grows over a long period of time before jumping out into the outside world.

But on a small field, they also seem to have limitations on its growth, and it only matures halfway. If you say so, it's half ripe.

I don't grow up to be a powerful warcraft without some scale. In the case of such a half-way mature warcraft, it can be easily defeated if you are aristocratic or knights alone.

There's only a small field around the city of Nambonan, and the mature warcraft that comes from it doesn't brag about defeating it clearly.

For a moment I wondered if it would be good to let the old knight who belonged to the Empire hear it, but because it was something my grandfather would rush, I decided to talk.

In any case, rumors will reach the Empire.

"It's Newnelly."

When I said that, my grandfather dropped me on the floor.

The old knight opens his eyes wide and focuses on this one.

"Newnelly!?

"No way in Newnelly City......!?

Newnelly Field is bigger in the Kingdom of Levios. Large, small and medium would fall into the category of large fields.

The greater the size of the field, the stronger the mature warcraft is, and the scattering disaster becomes terrible.

"What happened to the damage!? Is Luxe or Fannie safe?!?

My grandfather tried to tighten it up this time and lifted me up. I am in the mood of a junior high school student who wears a scabbard.

"Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu, you're safe. There was very little damage."

Explain that you happened to be near the city gate and went into battle immediately, that you were isolated without going straight back to Newnelly Castle, etc.

There are several kinds of Warcraft disaster, but the most horrifying one for the aristocracy is the odd disease. In some cases, even tough, vital aristocrats can die.

My grandfather naturally understands the horror.

"My father, my mother, Fannie were in the castle, and I was the only one who met him directly. I don't even think my father would get infected in that situation."

"That, too, right? If it's Luke, there's no clue around it."

You must have relieved yourself, my grandfather exhales heavily.

"Even if you get infected, you'll be cured."

Weird diseases caused by Warcraft Disasters can also be cured with healing magic gorithms using vast amounts of magic.

Both my father and grandfather will admit to my magic power, and I don't know what to do with it.

My grandfather looked perfectly relieved because he had shown healing magic before.

"But I didn't know Newnelly was going to have a Warcraft... I can't believe it. Luxe should have been careful around there..."

"Dear Galphis, mature warcraft is not something that people alone can prevent. No matter how hard you put your hands into it, you'll be out when you get out."

When the old knight said so, he turned his gaze toward me and continued his words.

"As far as I'm concerned, I'd like to hear the battle of Master Wilk... If it was Newnelly's warcraft, it would have been a century-old disaster, wouldn't it?

"I want to hear it too! Wilk. What kind of warcraft came out?

After all, for aristocrats and knights, the talk of defeating mature warcraft seems very good. The old knight also has a chilling breeze, but his eyes are rotten.

I had talked a lot at the Knights on my way to the city of Nambonan, and the Warcraft Crusade story was much more easily talked about.

Speaking of a single stream, at the end of Question Time, my grandfather told me to roar with a sinister face.

"Hmmm...... is it on display alongside the demonic stones of Cassia? I'd like to go home to Newnelly now and have a look."

"You also have the Demon Stone of the Warcraft that Master Cassia was discussed with. I wanted to see it again."

The warcraft I defeated was dismantled and a special demon stone was taken only from the mature warcraft.

This is like a crystal of honor to a nobleman, so I wouldn't sell it off cheaply. Mostly it will be kept as a family heirloom.

"Then will you come to Newnelly with Non? And you just have to be the knight of Qualdenze as it is. Now I need one or more reliable knights. If you were me, Luxe would be relieved to leave some of the cities to you. Right, for example..."

My grandfather started headhunting old knights in a tone that made me think half serious.

The content of the proposal is realistic and doesn't seem like something I've improvised right now. Perhaps my grandfather has been asking for a chance to pull through this old knight for a long time.

The Qualdenze family has more territory in the war of aggression, so they must increase the number of knights. I guess there are some parts of the existing Knights' division that are not enough.

But the old knight remained polite and refused his grandfather's offer because of his age.

"A fascinating suggestion, but I won't have long to go. As a knight of Quordenze, I don't see how we can govern without shame."

"I guess so. What, I'm just saying."

He didn't even seem to intend to be forced into it as a grandfather. Maybe there's a part of me that empathizes, just because I'm close to my age.

"… but Dear Galphis"

That said, the old knight corrected his posture all the time saying this was a showcase.

"As one warrior, not a knight, please forgive me for my participation in the invasion of the city of Otheloria"

The city of Oseloria, home of the Duke's family that binds the great faction of the Imperial Eastern nobility, the former Voystra.

The fall of this city and the murder of the Duke who rules the land are years of grief for his grandfather.

"To clear Master Gardacle's revenge, and Master Cassia's carelessness. That's my last hope."