The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

Looking out the carriage, I exhaled.

"Ha..."

Remember, it wasn't until the morning.

This morning, also on the day of my departure from Nambonan, I even went to the Mansion to say hello to Anna on my trip.

Ravé also came to the Mayor's residence last night to be held, so visiting the Mansion was my first stay in Nambonan.

Anna had only a little leeway to see if what the maid preached was working.

But that's also until I activate Incredible Magic, and if I sparkle a little, the rest is already sweet.

He exchanged plenty of intense and intense kisses to salivate his mouth before returning to the mayor's residence.

Maybe that's how it wasn't a good idea to puff the smell of meth and go back to the mayor's mansion.

Soon Ravé woke up and waited for me to return, seeing this one and shoving his big tits down my cheek. Apparently, they totally grasped that I'm a tit alien.

Despite the fact that last night my penises were so plated that they rubbed off and I poured four seeds into my vagina each time, I couldn't afford to have a book erection in the morning. I didn't even have to.

Ravé's vagina, where the semen poured in a few hours ago remained halfway through, somehow felt ill when I wore it again raw and dry without washing the sea bread I used once, but that also made my brain feel pleasantly monochromatic while I was waving my hips and I no longer cared.

In the end, the most squeezed and second squeezed in the morning belonged to Ravé.

Say I can't do it a little bit. But Ravé might as well have taken me to Newnelly City. If I insisted, she would have followed me.

I wondered if I would touch that attractive female body again for a while, her cock looks puffy with withdrawal symptoms.

Most importantly, it is too late now that we have already left.

I exhaled deeply again, remembering the feeling of the munchkin that remained in my hands.

"My lady, the knight has come to say hello"

A maid who had refrained from hearing from outside the carriage responded and told me the situation.

"Okay."

Although it is Quordenze territory without a transit tax, I, the nobleman, will receive greetings from the knights or their deputies whenever I enter the Knights territory.

I wonder how many people this has been since we left the city of Nambonan, and the fact that we crossed the knighthood again brought greeting troops here.

It's quite a hassle to get out of the carriage one way or the other and listen to the knight's long welcome message, to be honest. It's good because it's one time over there, but they ask me the same thing over and over again.

"This time come to the land where we keep and rule..."

As I imagined, greetings are still very polite here. Polite and long.

Listening to the knight's talk, I was thinking something different with a piece of my brain.

This time, I wanted to stop by, so I decided to take a different route back to Newnelly City.

Because of the route that is not usually chosen, I think even the Knights who pass through are thinking of saying hello here.

I was prepared for the greeting to be prolonged, and planned to leave the city of Nambonan in a much more hurry than planned, as it would be a slightly farther route.

But when I think of Ravé's female body, I wonder if it was worth purposefully stopping by in the first place. I also feel that it would have been better to stay in the city of Nambonan for a bit longer due to mating priorities, as the stopover was not mandatory.

I just couldn't say I'm sorry to the civilians who bothered to adjust their schedules for me, I knew it.

And the knights who come to greet us like this, welcome! It greets me like that, so my conscience stings when I think about if I had turned this down without bottoming up.

I'd like to be a little more of a deserted aristocrat.

"… please, I'll show you"

When the super-long greeting of the knight ruling the land came to an end, he made the move to the front of the carriage to take the lead.

He is a knight who rules this time his destination as a knight territory. He's been preparing a lot since he heard of my visit. Thankfully.

When returning to the carriage, the carriage behind you stops in sight. In the carriage, which was only a little more decent than this one, Kohari was in.

For once, he had been advised by a martial officer that it was better to stop enjoying car sex with a woman who was also not a servant in a carriage with him, as he was taking the average soldier on a roundabout.

It should be noted that it was not particularly problematic when Rosé. It seems "manly" to make soldiers say that it is the carriage that offends Rosé, who is also an enemy general.

Fortunately, the effect of being exploited by Ravé in the morning has not yet recovered its erectile power. It was useless to worry about it.

"When are we going to get there?

This time he had chosen a route to travel from north to south along the Amelia River, on the western side of the Qualdenze territory.

Currently, the carriage is moving in an eastward direction to get away from the Great River, but until just now it was moving right along the Great River. Opposite the shore was the Spierzeik territory.

This neighborhood was also once the scene of a conspiracy by a member of the Qualdenze family because of its location. The Spierzeik family... that is, adjacent to the kingdom of Voystra, was in a position to morrow its interference.

The house of the knight who just came to greet him is also one of the knights who rebelled against the main house according to the sidelines. A few decades have passed since my grandmother's Solemn Qing play, but there is a pretence that the treatment is still seen one rank below other knights.

After Solemn Qing, even if there is an absolution mark that he left his parents' house to join him in the main house and set up a martial officer in the main who was faithful to his grandmother, the sins of the house itself will not be completely gone.

"They're going to get a better view around that hill, I was wondering if you could probably see it from there"

The maid says so, pointing to the window provided on the front side of the carriage. There is still a distance, but a small high hill was seen ahead.

"Right. That's exciting."

I was supposed to be rocked by the carriage for a while as it was.

While I'm doing that, I'm starting to feel indescribably disgusted.

I feel like I've been shown a picture of raw garbage smashed into a triangular corner, just looking at it makes the back of my nose woo.

And I perceive that this is not the sense of smell, but the discomfort attributed to the sixth sense, the sense of magic.

"Doesn't it feel strange?

When I spoke, one of the two maids in the carriage was making her face stretch. You look sick for a long time.

But still, the maid behaves modestly, and when she opens the carriage door and checks forward, she gives some instructions to the caretaker holding the reins. The carriage then began to move to draw the curve of the fan at once, stopping as it lay sideways with respect to the direction of travel.

And the maid opens the door on the direction of the carriage, saying in a slightly lower voice.

".................. check it out. That distant, seemingly discolored part of the land has been defiled by mature warcraft. From here on out, the terrain is a kind of basin, but there is such pollution everywhere."

Until now, I haven't been able to see it well due to the height of the window, but the door opens so I can see it better down there.

The carriage was apparently climbing a small high hill, and when I looked under the empty door, I saw the sight under my eyes well.

Before I went all the way down the slope and said, as if Ameba had swung around, it spread to the pattern once the earth was black and purple.

Its polluting colour seems to erode across a considerable area, at least to the extent that it can be ascertained from a rectangular delimited view called a door, the scale of which is unclear.

"Is that dirt?"

Filthy soil.

It is soil contaminated by mature warcraft.

Odie said it before. In the territory of Quordenze there used to be a hot spring. But they can no longer enjoy them now because of the soil pollution caused by mature warcraft.

The area where the hot spring was located is the place I visited this time. By the mature warcraft that emerged about a hundred years ago, the land around here suffered a massive warcraft disaster.

For once, the Warcraft disaster in the territory of Qualdenze means I have a lot of knowledge of it too.

The warehouse at Newnelly Castle contains not only the administrative documents left behind by the clerks of the time, but also paintings depicting the figure of the Warcraft.

The painting, which is left in the Qualdenze family, depicted the Warcraft scattering toxins throughout the earth.

If that's what it looks like in a nutshell, it's a giant Oosan Shaw. The nudged body, hands and feet, and face were very similar around crumbling and looking like a cock.

Its epidermis were bright white and had a mouth that was huge enough to swallow in a bite if it was about the elementary school gym.

A fully mature warcraft transforms its body into a giant one.

Mature warcraft vary greatly in character and characteristics from individual to individual.

This Oosanshaw Warcraft said it was a warcraft that preferred to pollute extremely narrow ranges.

They spewed blue-purple mist out of their huge mouths and contaminated the earth, as if to sigh when they moved a little bit.

That is why, almost a hundred years later, soil contamination still remains in the land.

Normal soil contamination of mature warcraft is naturally purified as long as it lasts a few years, or as long as 10 years and 20 years, unless it is overlapping. It is rare that the pollution of just one mature warcraft will remain for a hundred years.

It can be said that it was a warcraft with very obnoxious properties, such as a full swing of status on its contamination capability. Something like a pollution-specific type?

"That's a much more poisonous sight than I imagined."

I leaked my honest feelings.

This should still be a hundred years worth of natural purification, but it's so disastrous that I don't think so very much.

There is something horrible just to imagine how intense the contamination situation was when its Oosanshaw Warcraft was rampant in real time.

What I wanted to see all the way around was this contaminated land.

"... what's wrong, do you feel bad?

Speak to the maid who stays in front of the door. It doesn't seem like it's enough to vomit, but he's not feeling well to the extent that his smile gets picky.

"... I apologize for showing you the ugly spot. I'm not used to this filth..."

Apparently, she as well as the horses towing the carriage had something to feel. Even though the man gave the horse an order to proceed toward the contaminated land, he stopped his leg and did not attempt to move.

Once I stopped, I probably thought I didn't want to get any closer to the contaminated land from here. I don't like horses.

When the leading knight talked to the man, he brought one horse to the front of the carriage.

"Young lady. More than this, if you're not a horse accustomed to dirt, you'll be on guard. If you want to move on, I'd like you to use the horse that I have prepared for you."

"I've come this far, I want to see it a little closer. Get ready."

"Ha."

The maid, who looked ill, decided to go in the carriage. She told me she was going to follow, but I don't really feel comfortable watching her with a wrinkle between my brows.

At last, the troops I'm taking with me decided to take a break on this hill.

I can't help but take the soldiers for my personal business.

I get out of the carriage and ride a horse prepared by a knight who would probably have been raised in this part of the country.

Let's escort him. One maid, a civilian with a knight, seems to follow him on foot. Only me and two knights were riding.

"Are you all right?

The maid who came with me has a spare face for what seemed to be a spicy maid left in the carriage.

"Yes, I have a somewhat odd feeling, but I don't feel particularly uncomfortable. Because I am a slave ancestor."

According to the story of this maid, apparently her cousin is most disgusted with dirt.

This indescribable disgust of mood… signs such as a stench that does not smell are a magical factor.

In the case of the ancestors, the more they feel ill because of their overwhelming magic, the less it affects them.

On the other hand, because slave ancestors are poor at a level they don't know if they have a sense of magic or not, they say there are individual differences but most people don't feel anything. I guess slave ancestors are hard to sense because they are not of the same quality with clear malice as the intent to kill.

Halfway through, however, the magical sense of subordinate seems to feel ill when he feels and takes this evil aura. Maybe the knights and escorts will stop. They're patient.

It's just a matter of getting used to it, too, and they'll get used to it naturally after a while.

Summer public toilets feel sick due to intense irritating odors right after entering, but I get somewhat used to it and don't care while I'm twisting my stools out there. Similar to that.

As I heard the episode about the contaminated land from the knight, I reached the point where it would become contaminated soil in a few dozen more steps.

He just didn't like going any further, even if he was a horse accustomed to dirt, and he stopped even though he didn't even give any particular signal.

"You're color-splitting. Is that the boundary with the contaminated land?"

The loess of the uncontaminated earth, and the black-purple of the filthy earth, whose borders are firm. Once upon a time, on the Internet, I had seen images of water colors splitting up beautifully at the confluence of the two rivers, but the atmosphere was only slightly similar to that one.

"The surface looks like that, but also where we already stand, the underground is turned into dirt."

That said, the knight took a long stick of metal that the Mizo Master, who was setting on the side of the horse, seemed to have. And stick it on the ground with it on.

Goin! and when the dull sound sounded like it had compressed the ground ringing, the ground where the stick was pierced had a ground crack about three meters long, 30 centimeters wide and three meters deep. It's a magic trigger.

"Take a look. There are still dozens of steps away from the highly polluting areas, but you can see that the basement is already polluted"

"I see, this is easy to understand"

Except for the ground that the knight magically opened for me, it is normal soil from the ground up to about a meter, but it was completely black purple, clay when I started discoloring around it and went down from about two meters deep.

"Even when the surface is purified, there are still many parts of it that remain contaminated underground. Sometimes the water veins are dirty, which can affect them more extensively than they look."

That's exactly the tip of the iceberg.

"How deep is the contamination?

The knight answers my question short, I don't know. They've never done an investigation before.

"Including me, my ancestors are disgusted with digging back the dirt. Digging can take time in civilians, and when something without magic touches dirt directly, or in some cases, the skin rots and dies. I dare you to act dangerously and wonder if you can make a profit commensurate with it..."

"You mean there isn't?"

It was contaminated up to about meters, the arms of the inhabitants I hired to investigate rotted and ten people couldn't work satisfactorily, over.... Hmm, he seems like a honorable sacrifice for academia.

That's not going to happen, either, until we have someone who can use healing magic to find out. As a knight who keeps and rules land from his lord, there must be as much else to do.

"So you haven't done any research or research on dirt?

"Once every three months, is it about recording the distribution of dirt visible on the surface? Compared to the past, contaminated areas are becoming very narrow. Check this out, I took an excerpt of the record"

I had contacted him in advance to do a tour of the contaminated area, but he said the knight had even prepared materials in advance. I'll pick up a bunch of paper from a knighted clerk and check the contents.

"Is this a map?... The part filled with this ink is the part where the dirt appears to the surface?

"As you know. Where we stand today is this part of the map."

It's good that a knighted clerk showed me a point on the map with his fingers, but I wasn't sure to be honest because I don't have a land survey around here.

I looked at the second map, and the map on which it was based was the same, only the ink was painted differently. Apparently, the map uses something common.

"The top piece of paper is the oldest polluting map ever recorded. I've had it excerpted on a ten-year basis, so I was wondering if it's easy to see the evolution of purification"

Turning to the map with the pepper, I see that the ink area is gradually decreasing.

The oldest record is about a hundred years old from now. Compared to this, it was good enough to determine that it is now shrinking to about an initial fifth or less.

As I compare the maps, the knight began to explain them as if they fit.

"Severe contamination leaves only a few, including here. Perhaps in a few decades, the dirt will disappear from the land, and we will try to do so."

After some confirmation, I returned the map to a civilian with a knight.

"You kept a good record."

"This is a responsibility given to our home about a hundred years ago. I am told by the then Lord, who is also the ancestor of the young man, that he was ordered to do so immediately."

Around that time, it was not long before the Qualdenze family unified the hinterland with a gorish push.

In the end, the impossible expansion exhausted the army and prevented it from crusading the Oosanshaw Warcraft that appeared in the area. The dirt that remains to this day can also be said to have been deserved in a certain sense.

He doesn't tell me if he was a research enthusiastic mastermind, or just an idea, or what he did and ordered him to take a polluted land record, and the knight doesn't even know.

"Except for the first time, I couldn't order Newnelly to report it up, so I don't think it's for research purposes. I still just keep it in the mansion's vault after I take the record. … What do you think was the purpose of the young man?

In a state of lack of information, no great reasoning can be made.

I'll keep the answer in my head for now.

"Isn't it for self-restraint?

I have only a degree of knowledge of what kind of person my lord was at the time, which I read in a book passed down to the Qualdenze family. However, I think it was quite competent because it was enough to take over the project of unification of the interior and let it be accomplished.

The disaster of the mature warcraft could not be prevented, although it achieved inland unification.

If you are a competent person, you will be able to face it, take it right, and then take advantage of it without turning away from failure. Did the Lord at the time decide to reflect deeply on the Warcraft disaster, to ask him to make a pollution map to see how much serious damage he had done, and to admonish himself?

It's a likely story.

Or that's all I can think of. I'm not Esper.

"... I see. You have that idea, too."

In response to my answer, the knight seemed to convince himself that Hmm.

Well, maybe the then Lord has written down a diary or something, and then you can look into it if you can do it in your spare time.

More than that, I had one thought when I heard about the knight.

"By the way, this map, I'd like to get a copy later. Of course, everything, including previous records. It's going to be a valuable resource on the Warcraft disaster. I want to make a copy of it."

Since what we record every three months is about a hundred years, will it be about 400 sheets in simple calculations?

It would be a record of first-class products, such as such prolonged trends in contamination and purification. I burned it in a fire. What a piece of information I want to keep in multiple places rather than in one place in order to avoid the och.

"Ha, I did. In addition to the map you have with you this time, there are also reports of documents by the civil servants in charge of the records, so if the purpose is to preserve them, we will also have a copy of this…"

They're not just maps. Including them would be quite a few, but I'll get back to you saying I want them all.

"As soon as the copy is finished, we will ship it to Newnelly Castle.... Should I send you what I'm going to create in the future?

"It would be hard to send it every time, if you would bring me a record of my first year together during my climb of the castle at the beginning of the year, that would be fine"

That's not even as much as I'd like to subscribe.

The primary purpose is backup, so if it's been a year or so, there won't be that much damage even if it sucks to be lost. Maybe.

"Then at the beginning of next year, we will climb the castle with the remaining three minutes of this year's record"

Already once this year, they have carried out a polluted area survey.

"Oh, I asked.... apart from the record, I want some dirt. Put it in as many crates as this and ship it."

Souvenirs are necessary because I have come to visit.

That's about the size of a one-door fridge I showed by hand.

From what I hear, this filthy soil also hates little bugs like mold and mosquitoes.

Small bugs are very delicious.

Because trace amounts of magic are constantly released from the body of the Lord's ancestors, such as oxen and mosquitoes only come close to a certain distance. It's good not to get stung by a mosquito, but I'm very distracted because I'll always be flying around in the vicinity of Pumpkin. I find it frustrating, especially in the summer, because I may even want a bug in the snack I had on my desk.

Sadly, buildings on the Elo continent are not as airtight as Japan was in previous life, so bugs gather together because of lighting magic and so on.

I wish someone would develop some insect repellent magic or even moth lamp magic, but unfortunately they don't have such a handy one.

That's why I wanted items like mosquito repellent incense or insect repellent spray.

I don't feel much aversion to dirt, so I'd like to try it in the Pioneering Order to see if I can use it as an insect repellent. Assuming my ex is free where I failed, there's nothing wrong with that.

"Do you want dirt...?

"I'm not in a hurry, but I want you to send it before it's summer. Ask the Pioneering Order in Newnelly for delivery at that time. Just give it to the castle, there 'll be a lot of people who don't like it."

My cousin is hissing at Newnelly Castle, so if I take the dirt full of crates, you must look disgusted inside. If you do poorly, they're going to throw you away.

Then it would be better to send it to the development team from the beginning. If you are a civilian, nothing particularly affects you unless you touch the dirt with your bare hands.

I gave detailed instructions to the clerk who was taking notes next to the knight on how to ship and where to ship them.

"By the way, can't we get a little closer to dirt?

"... I don't really recommend it. Horses will hate it, too, and your hooves can rot if you let them walk where the pollution is strong"

Even though he is wearing a hoof, if he walks, he still touches the soil quite a bit, from which the poison of dirt can enter.

"I don't have a hobby for bullying horses, so don't do it"

"I was wondering if you'd like that."

I made a suggestion to get closer to myself. What, but I'm starting to feel good about it to the extent that I'm looking at it from a distance.

Honestly, I don't want to get off my horse and get close on foot.

Even if you're wearing shoes, there's something a little creepy about standing on a black-purple earth like dripping evil juice.

Just because you're wearing boots, it's the same thing you don't mind walking through the sludge.

"Why did the young lady want to see the earth like this?

On the way back to the carriage waiting on the hill, the knight asked such questions.

I see. It's certainly not an interesting thing to look at, you wouldn't know why a young aristocratic man would come all the way out to see it.

In fact, even for me, there wasn't that much of a reason.

If I told you, I just wanted to try sightseeing somehow, which is the main reason.

I wanted to check with this eye once to see how bad the real thing was, because I had heard as much about the cruelty of the damage caused by mature warcraft in hearsay.

As for my thoughts, I'm glad I came to see them.

The continent was devastated greatly by the unrest that began in St. Navenpos, followed by the emergence of mature warcraft everywhere.

Unlike all priests, the central politics of the holy city of Maguaoze, nobility is a being who lives rooted in the land of the province. While the locality is invaded by such ugly and extremely filthy soil, it would be that it has a love for priests.

The landscape of pollution that was spreading throughout the land is so unbroken and tragic that it is understandable that Zeldomitra Klard made the escape of control by the priests and the independence of the aristocracy, as well as the Levios family ran to the tough anti-priesthood route.

Seeing the earth of dirt made me feel more like I understood one end of nobility.

I think I can stand and behave confidently, even if I am questioned about my aristocracy in Wang Du's social life.

"The territory of Quordenze today is a territory that has very little to do with the pollution of mature warcraft. I wanted to see it before Wang Du socialized. I'm not the only one who doesn't know where the contamination is."

"Just the young lady, don't you know?

"Everywhere in the kingdom of the five nobles, the question of warcraft should be more serious than in the territory of Qualdenze"

Without waiting for the knight to react, I go on.

"I hear that Zeldomitra territory still has dark nail marks of mature warcraft that it received in times of unrest. For those of the Zeldomitra family, the terror of dirt would be familiar. Besides, the nobleman who drained Lord Claude."

In fact, I hear that famine is also a prone territory. And that's what dawns into a war of aggression against a group of free cities in search of promising land.

The thirst for an unclean earth should be much stronger than in Quordenze.

"If you cross one of the great rivers, such as the Atelahan family, the land of mist is spreading. The home city of Zareazelia acts as a giant pile against the invasion of the Warcraft, literally stopping it from eating on the water. You must be very aware of the threat of the Warcraft."

The Atelahans have a lot of track record when it comes to the Warcraft Crusade.

I think that its system, which weighs heavily on the military, is also a manifestation of its readiness to defend the earth and with it to defend its inhabitants.

"In the sense of being troubled by mature warcraft coming from the land of fog, the same goes for the Mirendorva family. They say mature warcraft can flow from the north due to the tide. By the time the emergence is confirmed, marine pollution is already widespread, so you must be hating it."

In the northeastern part of Mirendorva territory there is a strait with the land of mist.

In relation to the tide here, it is said that it is rare for mature warcraft to flow in the fields of the foggy earth.

It is a land where the place of occurrence is outside the territory and where there is no administrator. For that reason, I can't complain to anyone, I just have to crusade what's flown through.

"They say many mature warcraft invade from the north, as do the Levios..."

However, because of its location downstream and proximity to the sea, the river width of the Great River is much wider, and the number of mature warcraft crossing the river is less than in the Atherahan territory upstream of the Great River.

There are not many mature warcraft of a character that come beyond a wide river. Of course I'm just saying it's less, there are exceptions. Even the Oosanshaw Warcraft, which contaminated the land, was said to have occurred across the Great River, in the territory of Špiazeik.

"Again, whatever it takes, it's because of Warcraft El Senior's ills. The nobleman who is now most concerned about the outbreak of the Warcraft should be the Levios"

The catastrophe that shook the continent, the Warcraft El Senior, occurred on a field near the king's capital Levios.

Naturally, you won't forget that memory if you want to.

Considering this, the territory of Qordenze, which only has as many clustered contaminated areas as this one visit, is a great blessing in terms of the Warcraft disaster.

This fact is something to be proud of as a nobleman in itself, but I'm somehow not very happy with your noble rounding up that you've never seen a contaminated area. "Haven't you ever seen Lord Wilk in the dirt? Don't you know how mature Warcraft sucks? Wow, I grew up in a nice place," he's going to look at me from above that doesn't make sense.

In the meantime, I fought a mature warcraft out of Newnelly City, but I couldn't feel that much fear about soil contamination because I killed too many instantaneous.

"I wonder if I don't know the true horrors of a mature warcraft compared to the great aristocrats I meet in Wangdu Social... so vaguely anxious. It was helpful to be guided this time."

You can't be more naked than going out to Wang Du socialize as a Qualdenze family person.

Looking at the contaminated area, I feel like what I find out will be one of the supports when I make any statements in the future.

"Above all, if I could help the young lady"

And I go on.

"As a protector of the land of Qualdenze, I wanted to see with this eye, once and for all, what would happen if I failed to fulfil that responsibility. I think it's my duty to be nominated for the next term."

Ooh... and voices leak from those around me.

Her eyes sparkled as she glanced at the maid properly, staring at her to devour this one.

She looks pretty cute and has a good looking body, so I was going to hold her even in her spare time on the move. If this leads you to a "lovely look with a dear young man," it's worth just saying an embarrassing line.

Back in the carriage, the cousin maid, who looked spicy until just now, waited with a clear face. Apparently, he's used to dirt already.

I heard the martial officers announcing the end of the break to the soldiers from the outside, and the knights also began to move forward to lead the way.

Thus my errand ended, and the carriage began to advance towards the city of Newnelly again.