The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

I poured a few rounds into Ravé after I woke up, and then I got dressed.

I have nothing to do today because I have finished all my work as of yesterday. Just wait for the carriage to be ready.

I take a bath in the morning and go out to the courtyard to cool off my lit body.

On a clear morning in the middle of winter, the chilling air that cuts you off is comfortable for your body after bathing.

"Oh?"

I see a little shadow in front of me walking.

If you were to wander around the courtyard of a perverted mansion, that would most likely be your protective daughter. The servant has a job to do, Kohari is in the hospital bed, Rave is sleeping twice as he drips semen out of his vaginal mouth.

"Tico."

"Yikes! Mr. Mayor!?

When I spoke, Tiko raised her voice high with her hands on her face.

Take a bath, but the clothes are properly worn. I can't even walk around with my cock rounded out.

It was not a scream, but a cheer, like that directed at a gentleman with a trench coat on his bare skin appearing earlier in the spring.

"Hiahhh! Oh, good morning, hi, hi!

"Um, good morning"

Tico, nervous about the bees, greets him in the morning. Its face was bright red, and it also looked like it had fallen into the cold air of winter.

When it reacts so clearly, you can guess for yourself why you're blushing.

I'm not as sharp on women's minds, but I'm not as blunt as I think when I look at Tico right now, I wonder why her face is red, etc.

I looked at her with a smile on my face, and her arms held a furry creature.

"Is that a thick-haired rabbit?

"Hiya!

In response to my question, Tico offered me a thick-haired rabbit to dedicate here.

I asked the question, hoping to be a thread for conversation, did you feel like you were told to "give it to me," stretching your arms as if awarding you a prize.

The raspberry seemed to weigh quite a bit, and his arms were puffy and shuddering into small pieces.

Another protective daughter was following me the other day, even if she was nervous, but now it's just me and Tico.

She seemed to be full.

"Yeah? Wasn't this Kohari's rabbit?

If you look closely at the ravioli directed at this one, it looked a lot like the thick ravioli that Kohari keeps.

"Chi, it's not!

You thought he was suspected of being a "tico-rascal thief," Tico began to explain that he had done nothing in a hurry.

Tiko was asked by Kohari to keep the cold because it was pathetic.

Speaking of which, yesterday, when I went to visit Kohari, I didn't feel like there was a rabbit in the room.

"Well, so, I was walking in your garden."

The thick-haired rabbit moves as such, so he can't get away with it unless he's letting it go in the garden or quite a lot of people.

Tico puts the rabbit on the ground. Then the ram began to eat grass like grass, which grew in the garden, as if nothing had happened.

"You're letting me take a walk even though it's cold?

"Um, it's better to leave the raspberry outside. It stretches my hair. Winter, especially."

The idea is entirely that of the peasants.

Kohari keeps ravioli for fun, not for hair cutting purposes. I don't need to stretch my hair.

How adorable is Tiko's gaze at me desperately for not being a thief, believe me, believe me.

"It's okay, I know Tico and Kohari are close. You don't have to rush."

When I turned my grin, Tico shook his shoulder with his hands on his face again.

I can see my fondness for this one, and I keep thinking about evil things.

What would happen if we attacked here now and shook our hips thoughtfully? There seems to be a similar pleasure to such a scattering aesthetic, like when breaking down a stacked tower of cards.

After the act, he said, "Gu... how could you be so... kind, even though I believed you... uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"... "

Of course, I wouldn't do that to a girl who's blind seeing fantasies here because of it.

Sooner or later, when you're done with your vessel as a woman, pour out plenty of seeds to gently ease it up.

Tiko, peeking into my face with her hands, was trying to make her hair look any better.

"Look, you don't have to be nervous. Right...... let's talk over there. It'll be cold in here, won't it?

"Ugh!?

Put your hands on your subtle back and I'll lead you inside the mansion.

He cared if anyone was around him, and Tico was funny moving his neck left and right with the momentum that seemed to screw him off.

Of my living space set aside for the perverted mansion, I brought Tico into a room that could be used as a living room.

Odie prepares tea for two as she looks uncommonly at an indoor that has been prepared for nobility.

"We've got tea in here."

"Ha, ha..."

Tico drank his tea shaking the cup and returned it to the receptacle watching how this one was doing.

The ceramic sound of, honey, squeaks sharply into the room, and Tico blurs his neck just a little.

"... I'll tell you later, but I'll tell you first"

I put the cup down too and look into Tico's eyes.

I wonder what the hell they're going to say, I could see the color of tension mixed with those vine-colored eyes.

"Tico's father and brother seem to be alive. Looks like you were a prisoner."

"... What!?

Tiko's father and brother joined the war as extraordinary mercenaries, caught in gold during the Nambonan urban battle.

But the opponent is the Coalition of Qualdenze, where neighboring aristocrats have come together, no matter how many civilians can win.

Thus the Tico fathers who did not return to the village were perceived as dead.

"I am now building a castle on land west of the city of Nambonan... I am working on building a castle"

The Legion of Nambonan Mercenaries, which was kicked as a dog for the first line of neighboring nobility, was captured and taken prisoner by a significant number in the remnant hunt.

In the El-O continent, where there are no convenient heavy construction machines, the number of people is the building speed. As popular personnel at the front-line base, all prisoners became slaves to the Qualdenze family.

That is why Tico Father and Tico Brother are still desperately dawning in the castle construction work under the cold morning sky at this time.

"Huh...! Oh, no...!? Mayor, are you sure you checked it out!?

Tico shines his eyes on the exact survival information, but I'm not the one who looked into it. Room on.

The room-on father is also enslaved.

Because at the time the city of Nambonan decided to open a war with the Qualdenze family, it had its seat on the Council.

In the form of being held accountable for war, councillors confiscate their property, and it is new to their memory that they were dropped into slavery status.

This is a strangely generous measure compared to the execution of a perverted merchant the other day, but this is a bitter measure to govern the city of Nambonan deliciously.

Half of the councillors are people who have been entrusted with civic popularity, in short, with their morality and character.

When they are publicly executed, the minds of the citizens will accumulate a bottomless fear of the Qualdenze family and an indignation that cannot be dissipated.

There's still no problem if you just place knights and govern like a normal city, but civic sentiment becomes important if you're going to taste it without losing the ambition of the city of Nambonan, which is of a special nature.

Moreover, even before the disposition was decided, pleading for help had reached the army in the form of a common plea by the citizens.

It seemed to me that the attitude of trying to atone for sins by all citizens, rather than just pushing for responsibility on councillors, was preferable to me personally.

As a result of discussions between my father and Viscount Galliana, it was decided that I would have the best form of governing the city of Nambonan, but at that time the public execution plan for councillors disappeared.

This is how the councillors were all able to survive.

Though merchant councillors are virtually like dead because all property was decided to be taken over.

By the way, the enslaved councillors apparently sold for a very expensive price. They said it was priced enough to buy Eve per person in bundles.

The Humanity Councillor was co-purchased by citizens seeking donations, and the Merchant Councillor seemed to have been purchased by a major merchant in the city aiming at connections, abilities, etc.

Room on. My father sold it. He was originally a reputable merchant, so he probably didn't like to buy poorly and be treated like a buddy.

Thus was the room-on father sent to the front-line base, like the other slaves, to encourage the castle to be built.

But here comes one turning point. It was officially decided that Kohali would be my concubine.

I'm not a livestock enough to keep my concubine's father in slavery.

The city of Nambonan will not be able to do so, but enough to prepare a place of life for another city in Qualdenze territory.

A room on which such explanations had been conveyed by Tesh had gone to meet his father with joy and courage.

By the way, the room-on father is a big merchant who specializes in mining relations.

He has a background made up of a generation of merchants, and his strength is origami.

He was involved in mine operations as well as flushing goods from right to left, and his knowledge of civil engineering is both professional and he has extensive experience leading a group of miners.

When Room-on went to the castle building site, he said there was a figure of his father who put the slaves together and worked in a burly manner.

It seemed to be possible to create a position in good condition due to the fact that it was a small environment with few people who knew the bad reviews of the merchant era, and the treasure of my civil room-on father because of the urgent need to build a castle.

Competent human beings seem to show their heads wherever they go.

A very helpful room-on father remembered from his grandfather Garfis. Congratulations, he said he had already installed it until he promised to be treated as a civil engineering expert for the Qualdenze military after the castle was built.

It would be more rewarding to create a position in the Qualdenze army than to live in a city free from slavery and nothing. Even if we go back to the merchants and make money, we don't know when the nobles will take it away from us again. Besides, I'm tired of doing that again. Now let's try the advent on the aristocratic side...... he said so with a full grin and said the room-on pulled back as it was without being able to say anything.

A very selfish father, but the room-on who told me about it looked a little relieved. I guess there is also a relationship of trust that can only be understood between father and son.

That's how the room-on I've gone out of my way stopped doing it early.

But he seemed to think it was a loss to leave as it was, and he decided to go around and ask lightly if Tico and Brother Tico were around.

I guess I've always cared about the Chianese saying that my family died because of the city of Nambonan.

That's how I looked for it, and I found it unexpectedly light. The room-on father had a mouthful of slave management as well, so apparently the list of working slaves had been kept neat.

"In the spring you will also be allowed to return to the village"

"Wow......! I have to tell your mother......!

The Room-on Fathers were enslaved for felonies, but the Tico Fathers are not so heavily guilty either. For this reason, it remains the owner's mind whether to release it or not.

The idea is to free up a large number of slaves once they are ready, because it also costs maintenance.

Like the Tico fathers, they have quite a few peasants enslaved as a result of joining the war from the nearby countryside. In the case of such persons, it would be better to open them up and let them engage in farming. There will be no cost of maintaining slaves, and there will be more tax revenues in rural areas.

He says his grandfather is slapping his slave ass around, saying that if he builds a castle tight, he'll let him go in the spring.

"But I didn't know you would respond to the recruitment of mercenaries in the city of Nambonan... Are peasants unaware of those situations? It would be obvious to fight the Qualdenze family..."

When it comes to recruiting mercenaries in the city of Nambonan at that point, the only opponent I can think of to fight is the Qualdenze family.

Does the peasant not even know who the lord is fighting with?

"Huh? But there are no nobles or knights in the city of Nambonan, so you can't fight your lord..."

"Mm..."

I see what Tico has to say.

There is no way that a city with only civilians can blade on nobility, this is common sense on the Elo continent.

Even if the city of Nambonan can hire magicians, it is at best a mercenary of his descendants. That alone cannot beat an army led by nobility.

In the first place, strength is not at one stage different from that of a knightly progeny raised in an environment with well-equipped know-how of magical relationships, such as a progeny fluttering in the field. If I were to compare it to a cat, I think it's about as different as Singapura and Main Coon.

"Besides, everyone said the city of Nambonan was missed. He said he was paying your lord."

The Quordenze family left the city of Nambonan because of the fact that it could easily be dropped if it had to, the fact that there was a lot of merchant traffic that had a good effect on the Quordenze territory, and the idea of smashing the old Voystra with a counter if he was lured out for looting.

It was the Qualdenze family and the hostile aristocrats who were receiving the money, as Tico put it.

You thought I'd scold you, Tico said other reasons were hard.

Tico's reason for talking is an inference guided by common sense, or many speculations based on recent circumstances here.

I insulted him because he was a peasant, but he seemed to grasp the evolution of the battle and so on.

"... surprisingly, the peasants are looking at the situation."

I decided to ask the question because I was curious if the peasants even knew such a deep part, such as the conflict between the nobles.

I sometimes lead peasants as soldiers, so I wanted to know what their values were.

"Do you know why the current war of the Qualdenze family began, and why?

Then Tico seemed sorry, then a look full of question marks.

"Huh? Is there a reason?

"Mm?"

Was it the wrong way to ask my question, I'm not sure what Tico's reply meant.

I think I need a reason for the war to start, but I didn't think they'd ask me back there.

"Ah! I get it. A strong lord came because you can't protect your land if you're a weak lord, right?

I'm sorry to Tico for being a confident Nico face that this would be the right answer, but I have no idea what that means.

What she's saying is a result of the war, and it won't be a reason to start it.

When you apply the Tico theory as it is, you don't need a reason or anything to crush the weak! Weakness, that's a big sin! It's going to be a pretty end-of-century world.

"Is this the difference in thinking..."

"Strength" is the source of authority for the Elo Continentals.

Even with the violent logic that weaker is worse, I guess it's something that convinces you that if the person you're talking about is stronger, it's for the price.

So much so that Tico thinks that it is natural for a strong nobleman to come and kill a weak nobleman.

"Chi, are you not...?

I open my mouth to Tico, who has become a troubled face, with an appeal I am not angry.

"Of the Qualdenze family... you're my uncle, that's what was murdered by the old Voystra guys..."

"My uncle?

Tico looks surprised. This girl is funny to watch as her expression changes from time to time.

I didn't seem to think the war started because my relatives were killed.

Most importantly, it would be unforgivable for my uncle to have been murdered, but that's not why the war should have started.

Looking back at the course from the beginning of the war to today, it is clear that there is an intention of aggression by the Qualdenze family.

But the Quordenze family has a past where they've had boiled water over and over again. I could understand my father's idea of crushing me if I had a chance to crush him.

Historically, the kingdom of Voystra has always been aimed at fertile Quordenze lands spreading across the shore, trying to set up internal divisions or send strange nobles to rule the land if they had time.

Disgustingly, the Voystra kingdom had no intention of seriously attacking and was thoroughly harassed from a distance from which no counterattack could be received.

If you couldn't stand it and subordinated me, you'd be lucky, because it was an attack to the extent that the Qualdenze family was constantly being harassed by ticks.

At the time, the Voystra kingdom was stronger, so the Qualdenze family couldn't even make a reverse invasion, just kept accumulating resentment all over the house.

It is only now that the land sandwiched by two great rivers, the interior, is united by the Qualdenze family, but until a long time ago some of the land was occupied by aristocrats supported by the Kingdom of Voystra.

The Qualdenze family, which had major cities, including the city of Newnelly, was overwhelmingly strong, but it was in the form of a surrogate war with the kingdom of Voystra in the middle, which was difficult to unify.

Badly enough, the aristocratic family is a house set up on its own by those who could not become the head of the Qualdenze family. Of course it was the Kingdom of Voystra that instigated it.

He is a foolish child who is born into the Qualdenze family but is exploited by his uncluttered enemies, but still has a very thick blood connection.

There was definitely a part of me that was hesitant to kill each other for real.

I guess I thought something when I saw the whole house that was squabbling around in the Great River, at the time, my grandmother Cassia, who was still a younger girl than Fannie, came up with bold measures and popped out of Qualdenze.

Then a few years later, after a long bend, Cassia returned to her homeland, trying to take it from the then Qualdenze principals and inheriting the governor, relentlessly destroying the four branches of the Voystra kingdom where the breath was.

Thus the hinterland was united by her grandmother Cassia, and the inhabitants praised the princess of the direct line of the Quordenze family, who brought peace, leaving it in songs and plays.

The alias of my grandmother, "Princess Gori", stems from the unification of the Qualdenze family with four self-proclaimed divisions and a total of five territories.

And, well like that, for the Quordenze family, the old Voystra is a lodging enemy that can never be hand-in-hand, even if it skips the matter of his uncle.

It's easier to destroy the Quordenze family while it's gaining momentum, and it's easier for me to take over later.

Besides, after the death of my grandmother Cassia, my father, who became the feather of running into internal affairs and diplomacy, has no remarkable martial arts.

Strength is important in this El continent. That would be all the more cards if martial names were spread in diplomacy as well.

The name will be known, for example, in the Kingdom of Levios and the Jinker En Empire, as well as around the Holy Capital of St. Navenpos.

With celebrities like this, soldiers run away and mercenaries stop gathering just because they hear rumors that they've gone out in action. In local combat, you can even win without fighting.

That much of a martial arts thing has a huge impact and is a good restraint for the nobles who don't really like the battle.

But even though my grandfather is in his eighties now, and magicians often live to be about 100 years old, I don't know what will happen in the future.

Assuming my grandfather dies, as a father to be left behind, I guess there will be more occasions to struggle.

It can be taken for granted as the head of the Qualdenze family to think about weakening the old Voystra during the life of his grandfather.

I wonder if the real reason I turn my fangs to the old Voystra is more about the house than about my uncle.

Though I think my grandfather alone has a hundred percent grudge about my uncle's murder.

I looked Tico in the eye and opened my mouth.

"... oh, the people the Qualdenze family is fighting against are the bad guys who are killing our precious family and looking fine"

"Oh no...!

But I don't feel comfortable explaining such troublesome circumstances.

Let's just say the old Voystra is a bad one.

I left Tico with plenty of prejudiced historical views on the side of the Qualdenze family.

And I decided to stop talking and turn it into a fun story.

What makes you sad and have to continue political talks with such a cute girl?

"... it's not fun talking about war. All right, let me talk to Tico. I assume you went to see the city the other day?

"Nah!?

Turning the topic to Tico again, she becomes the face of tension.

Apparently she has a habit of stroking her hair when nervous. Her purple hair moves saggily.

In the previous life in Japan, it was an image of an aunt's hair color, but her hair color was bright and lustrous, rather even youthful.

"Looks like you went out with your brother. Did you find anything interesting?

Tico's relationship with Chianes seems to be calm for once.

We shut our mouths because of the past we want to forget about each other, and we seem to have returned to the same friendly sister-brother relationship we have always had.

They were only a little giddy at first, but now they normally have conversations.

I am relieved that my evil deeds, which I have secretly framed, will no longer be discovered.

Seeing Tico follow through on her story in the city, I prayed that the day would come soon to hold her again.

Tesh came into the room saying the carriage was ready when Tico finished his second cup of tea.

It is disgusting to think that the carriage will shake you for another few days.