The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

When I got back to the mayor's office, I decided to clean up the material that was spread out on my desk.

That's true at Newnelly Castle, but the servants won't clean up my desk unless I give them instructions from here.

Although there is a lot of work involved in cleaning up, it is more troublesome to change the placement of materials for this application.

When I was sorting on my desk with the materials I was in, the super classified materials submitted by Odie the other day came up.

This is something no other human being can show you.

"Hmmm......"

The identity of the dossier is a so-called premenstrual table describing the menstrual cycles of all the protected daughters.

The protective daughters are only targeted by perverts, and they all look more neat than a certain standard.

If you liken it in Japan last life, it might be close to the level when you picked up one of the cutest girls in middle and high school grades around there.

I'm not so much a pretty girl who gets pulled out of her temper, but this makes me feel rustic adorable.

Look at me for deciding to protect them, maybe Odie guessed something. The hearing took place within that day and the premenstrual table was completed.

Note that I have not given any instructions.

Open the file and I'll check the contents.

Yesterday I went on an inspection to the perverted mansion, so the names and faces listed here only slightly match. I'm starting to feel kind of horny.

"... um"

I didn't know how to calculate safety or danger days without her in my previous life.

Just assuming I remember, I'm in a position where I don't have to worry about that right now. Rather, a dangerous day is an opportunity.

By the way, Odie isn't thinking that far to make this fast-looking table. I have prepared to avoid overlapping periods between my jerk and the target.

I don't plan to have protective daughters at the moment, but young men and women, I don't know what will happen if they thrive.

From now on, you'll be visiting more perverted mansions, and if you get a chance, you can actively frame them.

Crawl your fingers to a name that lines up on the premenstrual table, remembering the face and body you saw yesterday, imagining the comfort of a hug.

I can't believe I'm such a lousy delusion being their hero and idol.

"Hmm."

The names on the premenstrual table are sorted in chronological order, so Tico's name is written at the bottom.

Next to Tico's name field, nothing is written about it. Because you can't write what you don't have.

Tiko, who had poured plenty of semen the other day, how the first period had not yet come.

The day after I protected Tico and the others, I was just about to call her in and heal her heart with sweet sex.

By the way, this fast-looking table that Odie has submitted, I know that she hasn't had a body as a woman yet.

I don't get pregnant after pouring semen. The meat stick, which was just trying to burn just thinking about it, shriveled rapidly and stood up on the spot.

I liked the look on the woman's face when she was conscious.

Hate it, rejoice, that's what most enhances the erection in me.

If you're a woman suffering from fertility, "then I'll make you pregnant," you get another energy, but unfortunately it doesn't apply to Tico.

Perhaps being a rural daughter is still poorly developed. My chest was small.

That's how I decided to stop holding Tico and watch her grow with nasty eyes.

He tells the civilians to enrich their meals in the hope that they will mature during the protection period. I want you to get fat and taste good.

I was stunned to see the premenstrual table and for the next few days I called Anna to dawn on Zamen memorial sex to mourn the sperm that had been wasted in Tico's vagina.

It's a great place from Anna, but she was happy to be on the air, so it's WIN-WIN.

When I put the menstrual table in my desk drawer, the door knocked. Judging by the way you beat it, it would be room-on.

When I told him permission to enter, the door opened quietly.

I beg your pardon.

"Excuse me, sir."

It was Room-On and Chianes who came in. I asked the staff to come to the mayor's office when they got back.

Chianes seemed somewhat courteous and came into the room courteously and quietly to emulate his room-on movements.

"Look, Chianes"

Kianes, slapped on the back by a room-on, knelt down on the spot and put his finger on the floor, thanking him for rescuing me from the perverted mansion.

Probably practiced beforehand, a smooth body movement and mouth unlike when I entered the room.

I took Chianese's word and allowed him to stand up on the spot.

"You seem to understand the current situation better than anything else. You don't sound retarded."

It should be noted that Chianes and I are the same age. Though I'm taller, if we're in line, we'll just look like boys to each other.

Against me in a dignified manner, Chianes seemed to be in awe, about a half step backwards.

"Ah... thank you, thank you!

"We work fine as a chore. It's not too user-friendly because you can read and write letters."

Explain why the room-on brought Chianes from the perverted mansion, etc.

As officials and civil servants said, they prepared their jobs with care to ensure that Tico and Chianes would not return to their hometown villages without a single sentence.

But I had more to worry about than that.

"Can you read and write letters? Rural kid, right? How much can you do?

When it comes to the first thing that bothered me when I was reincarnated, it's mastery of Elo.

Elo is a language consisting of 69 alphabetical symbols, and I was full of despair when I could barely even speak English in my previous life.

But there were times when I was thrown into an environment where there were only Ero-speaking humans for four or six hours, and in a few years I gained the vertigo and language skills, and now I am becoming an Ero-brain that is not an English brain.

These days, when thinking about things, it's enough to be a strange brain environment with a mixture of Japanese and Ero.

I feel like I'm going to completely forget Japanese in a few decades, so when I write a diary or something, I make it Japanese.

That's how hard I've worked and mastered the Elo language, but the literacy rate among the civilian population is naturally low.

It's my feeling that I've been patiently exploring Newnelly City, but I'm thinking maybe only about 30% of my citizens can read and write letters.

Thirty percent of them include layers who can only understand their names and the names of commonly used items. Maybe not 10% of humans can describe a decent sentence.

Considering that, even though Eve is from the northern part of the continent and the land of fog, it's a big deal because she can read and write Elo well.... Even if you wear upbringing that way, life is ruthless because you become a sex slave.

It is a matter of concern to what extent Chianes of rural origin can be, even though literacy rates are low where civic levels seem to be high, such as in the city of Newnelly.

"It's hard to say to what extent...... You can write about what happened that day to the extent that it can be summed up in a sentence and communicated to others. Sentence expression is awkward."

"That's something you can write about."

What did you do when you woke up in the morning? What did you do after that? I did this with that one. It's lunch. I did my job. My job is to do that. I had dinner after work. I ate dinner and went to bed.

If you can write a soggy diary like this, it's fine to say "can read and write" by civilian standards. I'm more than proud to be good at it.

"How are civilians studying letters?

There is no such thing as a municipal elementary school attended by civilians, to the best of my knowledge, on the Elo continent.

There can't even be schools for nobles to study in the first place, educational institutions for civilians, etc.

There is something like a school in the King's capital of the Kingdom of Levios where young nobles gather, but this is not intended for study.

The study of aristocratic children is basically a tutoring system.

In the case of the Quordenze family, relatives and educated retired ex-knights from subordinate knights are gathered to be tutors.

Since you will thus learn Elo, arithmetic, history, how to be noble, etc., you will continue to learn without any problems even if you remain in the realm.

"Not all civilians study letters. There are a few people who study letters."

"I guess that's right"

Even if you can't read and write the letters, you're not so inflexible for living on the Elo continent. There are mountains of jobs where the body has capital.

I'd rather have a better life with a job in my hand than reading and writing letters halfway through.

"If you learn, if it's a house where you can afford money, you hire a teacher"

The merchant's trail son, Room-on, said he was struck with letters and calculations by a teacher hired by his father.

She can also read and write calculations without any problems, as Kohari, who was perfect for her brother, was also finally taught.

"If you can't hire a teacher, some people in the city of Nambonan make a living collecting children to teach them letters and calculations. It seems that children from families who have some leeway often go here because they can learn with a cheap monthly allowance"

Apparently, there's something like a temple house system in the city of Nambonan. Maybe Newnelly City has a similar system just because I don't know.

I guess the private education system occurred naturally because nowhere is the idea of a lord educating his people.

"What's going on in the countryside?

"I can only say that it depends on the countryside anymore. Some villages teach letters to all the children of the village, others no one, including adults, can understand and teach the letters"

If there is a village where no one can understand the letters, the lord side seems to have trouble.

Rural governance and the like are too terminal for me to be sure, but they sometimes make me keep some kind of record in the village or document reports.

For this reason, the Lords said they would mediate with the village and force it to hire a person, a writer, who could read and write letters.

The village would then incur, in addition to taxes, labor costs for the writer.

Though only one, the writer's salary, introduced by the Lords' side, is considerable from a poor rural area. Fiscal is a fire truck.

Then I wonder if the villagers should teach the writer the letters, but if he does that, the writer will eventually become a payment box. That can't be the case with strangers who go out of their way to teach me the art of becoming a rice tare.

This is how illiterate villages remain extensively poor, he said. It is a sad educational inequality.

"… so in rural areas we often protect the knowledge of the letters as a shared property of the village. Even in the village of Chianes, they gathered children to teach them letters and calculations."

"Yes! Grandpa the board cracker taught me...... I taught!

In the village of Chianes, an old man who weakened his body said he was teaching his children letters.

Most importantly, there is no way to exchange documents with a civil servant on the Lord's side with a soggy diary level of writing.

They educate all the children in the village of Chianes, pick up a few potential children, and raise the village to learn so that they can become writers.

"I was removed from my studies on the way when I was told that I had no prospects..."

You must have really regretted it, Chianes lay down his face.

I guess the village of Chianes would be blessed because even the shedding group can write quite a few letters.

I don't think of it as a village inhabited by an asshole who was fished by gold and challenged to battle by his lord.

"Right."

"Kids are a valuable workforce in small villages... so there are some things you can't do"

What a regrettable look at Chianes conveys a glimmer of desire to study more.

I only looked like a kid ape in the perverted show who was just calling Keeky, but he seemed to be an unexpectedly thoughtful kid.

"Mayor, may I ask you one thing?"

"What?"

"Kohari is leaving the room today..."

A room dedicated to Kohari is already available in the perverted mansion.

Today, Kohari's reception is taking place, and the room is supposed to be filled with knotted items.

It should be noted that I do nothing because Odie has all his hands in place.

That's why the only thing left in the living room of the mayor's mansion is a room-on. It will be a lonely night.

"May I call Chianes to my empty room?

"What?"

Room-on said he wanted to teach you to study as a teacher for Chianes after work.

Besides, I also say that it's not a very good idea for Chianes to get in and out of the perverted mansion where Kohari, who became my concubine, lives.

He didn't wake up to Shota because of the loneliness of missing his sister. Good.

"Well, I don't mind that...... Chianes, are you good? Though I'll be able to go see her soon, I'll be living away from my sister..."

"It's okay! If Mr. Roomon can teach me how to study, I want to live here! Yes!"

Apparently, the meeting had been held in advance, and Chianes was on board without confusion.

Tico and Chianes, but since these two come from villages in Qualdenze territory, they are to be sent back to the village when winter breaks out.

The village of Chianes is in great distress due to looting by fugitive mercenaries, who say they have not had enough savings to get Tico and Chianes back through the winter now.

Tico and Chianes' mother apparently showed tremendous joy in contacting them alive and protected, but that's it. It is a friendly freezing or starvation course for three people if they fail.

That is why it has been established that we will live in the city of Nambonan until spring when it comes to Tico and Chianes.

Probably expect similar contact from the parents of the other protective daughters.

Civilians on the Elo continent are in trouble when there are suddenly more people because they are well equipped for winter support.

"Good if you're convinced. Allow to live in a room on"

"Thank you"

"Thank you!

It's a good thing you're motivated.

If Chianes is serious about working and studying, he may be able to hire him as a choreographer at Nambonan City Hall.

That might make Tico want to stay in the city of Nambonan, too, and give him a chance to call his mother.

Anyway, Tico's mother is likely to be beautiful, but she can also be in her 30s and, in some cases, in her late 20s.

If that's the case, it's not a bad idea for me to thank you.

My mother and sister give birth to my child, and my brother works diligently for me. Wouldn't that be a really great future?

I'm going back to work.

"I'm going back!

When I saw the two of them trying to get back to work satisfactorily, I remembered the real purpose of calling them in.

Confirmation of the situation is only an aside.

"Wait a minute, let's do this one last time"

I arranged the silver coins out of the bag on my desk and showed them to the two of us.

The familiar room-on doesn't move, but it's interesting that Chianes has an exciting look at it.

Rural children don't take silver coins that way.

"Take Chianes with you."

To the whorehouse, I don't have to say, it seems to have passed to the room on.

"Rear lights would know a good store. This is for three. Have a good time."

I was deeply sympathetic to Chianes for being shaved and ejaculated by a middle-aged fat man.

Even though he is unconscious in person, it is also pathetic to keep him over the years.

That's why I decided to make sure you understood how good sex is.

"Thank you"

Rear Light said he's been touring the whorehouse with Room-On lately.

It is often heard that when a virgin falls prey to sex, it becomes difficult.

I want you to be careful not to get disillusioned by Kohari by falling apart.