The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

"Wait."

That's what I say, I let one hand swim into the universe.

Words and gestures are addressed not to Mimon, but to the maids who withheld them from the room.

They held back in the corner of the room, perceiving that it was out of time to say the novel, pulled their jaws as they were and corrected their posture.

"Huh? Ah..."

Seeing that short exchange, Mimon seems to have understood his mistakes.

Mimon's words now were too straightforward a demand.

Though a concubine who entered a separate residence, it is by no means a praiseworthy act to say that civilians ask for something from the nobility.

Of course, that's never synonymous with "don't ask for anything".

In fact, I'm trying to be convenient to Mimon's real son and let him mediate in the position. Depending on the content and the number of times, if you are to convey the request in a dark or euphemistic way, you will not get that far in the corner, and conversely, if you hear the request from this side, from the aristocratic side, there is no problem in answering it.

Most importantly, this is not the most picturesque thing I can say. Because of the air and the flow of stories on the spot.

At first, when Mimon asked for a favor, the maids did not show any particular attention. Sometimes this means we're in a chat, so we got air-through.

But it wasn't good afterwards.

Taking Eve to the king's capital is a type of request that Mimon alone will never complete. Eve is nominally my property in the first place, so to speak, it takes the form of a mouthful to the Lord's possessions.

And most importantly, my going to King's Capital is an act as one nobleman, a highly political part. It's not a good topic for civilians to talk about.

Maybe the maids' final line was crossed because of the keyword "king's capital".

"... that wasn't a good way to put it now"

"Yes......! Oh, um..."

The servants are constantly blindfolded so that the civilian woman does not distract her master. I am above all alert to the prejudicial temperament of aristocratic men.

So Mimon says he stepped through the mines brilliantly.

I'm sure the maid in charge of her education will receive long lasting instruction later. Same goes for Mimon.

I took her hands in a hurry to make an explanation.

"Calm down. I'm not mad. It's still a shallow day after entering the mansion, so you should be careful from now on.... I'm glad you've seen me for a long time and I'm relieved, am I?

"Yes. ………… Yes. Yes, I have a lot to talk about and I'm in a bit of a hurry..."

As soon as we got the help boat out, Mimon came aboard, guessing our intentions.

If I defend her poorly here, the preaching by the maids will be extra lengthy and troublesome.

Better admit your mistakes early and build a drop point. It's no use telling them not to preach with power here, or rather, the theory of Wilk bias could be reinforced.

Mimon often uttered words of apology close to the ideal this one wanted.

I pose to accept it, show it, and appeal to the maids staring at this one with a sharp gaze.

Mimon liked me too much and I was accidentally excited to say it, Othi said. Besides, there's the fact that you complained to her from me, so the sermon won't be that long.

But it also makes me feel like I've got something caught in my throat that ends the story here.

I'm nothing. I decided to ask for the rest of the story, pretending to be the wind.

"So, what do you mean you want Eve to be taken to the king's capital? I don't think I have much better memories of the Levios family than the King's capital for Eve."

I don't think there's much to it.

Mimon cared sideways about the maids to see if there was a problem answering my question, but eventually he opened his mouth like he had decided to.

"... they want to find your mother"

Well, it was somewhat of a predictable answer.

According to Mimon's story, Eve apparently thinks Rave is what's still in the slave shop in King's Capital.

Maybe we were imprisoned together at the slave market in Wangdu before we were wholesaled by the slave trader Dran.

In fact Ravé lives relaxed in the city of Nambonan, but Eve Brain Ravé is still at the bottom of hell at the slave shop in Levios, the king's capital.

"It looks really spicy... I want to help you with something too..."

The sad eyes you occasionally show when you're having a conversation, the making smile you're forced to take to hide it, they say, is intolerable to Mimon.

"Eve's, mother's"

It's bad for Mimon, but I didn't mean for Eve and Rave to see each other so far.

However, I thought it was not a bad suggestion to take Eve to the King's Capital.

The departure schedule of Wang Du is varied, because he was barely ready for the woman to hold him.

There's no way I'm going to plant seeds on other maids. If I were a resident or so, I might be able to solve this with money, but my meeting with my father has decided that I will go on the Pure Wilk route. You can't eat and scatter dark arrow cod.

But even if you take someone, it's the hard part about that candidate.

First of all, I can't take Kohari or anything like that. Rather than, I don't want to take you. Because I'm a slave ancestor.

Wang Du is Fu Demon Temple, I don't know what will happen. The least you can do to take him is fight him, and he won't be packed... I mean, it's my request to be a stepfather.

The processing of sexuality is important, but I want to avoid that being to the detriment of the Qualdenze family for that matter. I want a safe sex life.

Odie and others fulfill these requirements brilliantly, but now they cannot travel to Wang Du because they are pregnant.

In that regard, Eve may be just the right person.

If you judge by your magic power alone, Eve is a level where you can tie-man with an adult knight. You won't actually win first because of the difference in combat experience, but with a lot of magic, you can fight that hard.

Simple detective magic can only tell you how much magic you have, and you can't tell you from a martial officer for being inside a carriage or mansion.

The more I thought about it, the more I came to think that going to the King's Capital of Eve was not a bad option.

My aristocratic life has changed dramatically since I bought Eve. It has been much more subdued since the Nambonan urban offensive strategy in the first line.

This time, it should be a fair amount of time to poke Eve in the face, including traveling.

Once we talk slowly here, and I help you find Ravé, you might want to think about deceiving him well and becoming more intimate than you are now.

Speaking of which, does Eve know this story about Mimon as well? I throw the questions that have arisen.

"No, Eve doesn't know I'm going to tell this story. Because he said he'd ask for it himself someday. Just..."

So Mimon mumbled like it was hard to say, vaguely clouding the words and finishing the story.

In short, Eve is freaking out at me, so if I leave her like this, she won't be able to cut out the story for long, so she sees me and decides I'll do her a favor, it seems.

"Well, if Eve himself wants to go directly to me, you can even think about taking him..."

But one thing bothered me.

"Don't worry about what you were going to do looking for it.... Were you even going to raid the store and escape?

The only way to save Eve Brain Rave, who would be in a slave shop, is to buy it authentically, or raid the store and open it.

And Eve is unspoken.

With all the food and clothing provided by me, I can live without money. There is no such thing as money to buy Ravé.

Which is more likely to give your husband an erotic service and say "buy ♡", or rob him, or fulfill him.

In Eve's case, if you just want to do it with a lot of magic, it seems like you can assault it at your leisure, or it's oddly realistic and scary.

"He seemed to be thinking of a way to make money. Eve can use magic..."

It should be noted that all the money I earn from this is theoretically my money. Eve is my property, so I can use the rest all I want, except for the cost of purchasing and daily living.

"Mimon may not know, but even if we're lucky enough to find Eve's mother, that price will be something we can't afford for Eve's dime"

"Yes, I know because people are expensive to sell"

I don't seem to know.

"It means it's a lot higher than just people. Do you want to talk about Eve?"

So I talked about Eve's purchase. Finally, I would also include a lie that when I bought it, my servant objected to the high price.

When we talked specifically about how many Christ gold coins it was, Mimon opened his eyes and was stunned.

Because from a civilian woman, the amount is not very much, but it is not a realistic number.

"SO...... so......!?

"I think it's traded for the same price because it's from the same ethnic group"

In fact, Rave was also expensive.

It was a really expensive purchase, even though Doran had a lot of conveniences. It's good because I don't regret buying it.

"..........................................................................."

So Mimon closed his eyes with a sinking face and spilled his hard feelings about Eve not here.

She won't say, "Well, buy it for her." Because now that I know the exact amount, I understand how selfish it is to say it.

"Besides, the truth is, I don't even think it's easy to find. The Levios are used to turning captured minorities into money. It's normal to assume they're already sold somewhere."

Like the Qualdenze family, for example.

"Oh no..."

It was a shocking Mimon, but well, that's what the world is all about.

The Levios family regularly make expeditions to the land of fog, so they are also accustomed to reselling human beings who have abducted them.

King capital Levios hears that the slave market is mature as an industry enough to be a commodity even if it is a barbaric tribe that doesn't even understand Ero. Even the Elves, who are difficult to deal with for their civilian slave ancestors, have trouble getting wholesaled.

If it weren't for a man named Drun, whose face works in the slave market in Wang Du, I wouldn't have gotten Rave so light.

... and let's just leave Mimon alone to threaten him.

I need to talk to the servants later, but I don't think it's a problem to take Eve to the King's Capital.

If Eve were to take, he would basically be drawn to the residence of the Qualdenze family, which was reserved for the King's capital. I have trouble taking him out poorly and some aristocratic son falls in love with Eve at first sight, etc.

You could invite a few slave traders to the mansion and even pretend you're looking for them seriously.

"Let's think about the story of taking Eve to the King's Capital. Just tell them lightly that you're unlikely to find them. It's just sad to make you expect it."

"... Yes. Still, I'm sure Eve will be happy. If you can go find your mother..."

So Mimon separated the words once, staring at me once before continuing.

"If you find your mother.................. I'm sure Eve will be so happy. No shadow anywhere... give me a real smile, when you show me... yes, I believe"

"Let's keep in mind"

When I left Mimon's room, I moved to my apartment.

Mimon seemed pretty deeply in love with Eve because of his intimate relationship with Eve.

"... So there's no sign of Eve doing anything in particular, is there?

"Yes, it's probably something that's spreading the magic of favor as a natural way to smile lightly. … it is believed that the only person who can feel it is the subject, given the case of the Lady of Nambonan"

Eve Demonic Woman's theory came up in my brain, and I decided to listen to it from the servants of the other mansion just in case.

Around talking cloudy without giving the Ravé's name, we can see that information is shared properly with the user.

"If it's high-output magic that has a strong influence on the spirit, you can see it in magical movements. You must have noticed right away that the ladies always have more than two magical possessions when they meet. I wonder if the fact that no one has ever felt it is just a favor to the faint magic."

At the same time as the word ended, the middle-aged maid who bound the maid of the separate residence looked difficult.

"I hope it's just a favor...... I don't want malicious emotions directed at pregnant mumps. May I speak to Eve once to confirm my intentions? I don't think it has much effect on whether it's malicious or not to the extent that we can't guess it here... just in case."

"Right, I'll take care of it. Don't put it too strongly."

Is the influence of malicious emotions great, and the middle-aged maid replied as if to take the lead when she tried to ask back so?

"Rest assured. Depending on the extent, the fetus is seldom affected by external malice"

One way or another, the primary concern is that the mother will be surprised by the magic of malice and the child will flow.

It was the middle-aged maid's argument that neither Minute nor Mimon would have a problem because they were having an abortion so far. It's a rough decision, but I guess it's okay because they don't think they have a problem with the basic style being worrying.

"Then good."

And I told her to call the other pregnant woman, Minute.

Initially I was going to go see him from here, but the maid who had refrained the moment I leaked a word that I was going to see Minute told me to call him right away.

I move as I please, especially in Newnelly City, but for once I am a nobleman. It's normal to call a pregnant woman.

I beg your pardon.

Waiting for a cup of tea Maybe, the sound of a concon and a knock opens the door.

Standing there was a minit who came with garments like aprons. Because of the pose with both hands together in the lower abdomen, the swelling of that stomach is highlighted and well understood.

That it was white fabric maternity clothing, and I thought of Salt Dafu earlier, or her figure looks Salt Dafu. It looks rustic and delicious.

"Young lady"

Her words with her face slightly down feel like she's shivering somewhere.

Mimon said it earlier, but he's still getting emotionally unstable. Is it Marriage Blue or Pregnancy Blue?

"Wait. Now use the magic that calms your heart"

Turning one hand to the minute trying to get in the room, I stood up all the way, rattling my pussy and fingers and shining particles of light all over the room.

Don't worry about it because it's superstitious such as baby jealousy, I have lightly explained to the maids, but they haven't convinced me. Maybe he said, "You're lying because you want to flirt with the girl you got pregnant with, right? I know," I think.

However, still, the maids never defied my request and watched this lighting magic in silence.

Just be careful not to touch that line because it will come to a halt if I start doing odd imitations.

"Is this light...?

Minute seems to have eaten his face at the abrupt activation of magic, shaking his face small, left and right to see its inch magic.

"It's magic that suppresses baby jealousy. I haven't talked to Minute in a while. Look, why don't you get in the room and sit down quickly?

"Eh, ah, yes"

I sit back on the couch and tap right next to it to show it.

Minute sat there, guided by my words.

I wanted to talk to you slowly. These are words out of my heart.

When you are with her, it is true that you are most relieved. Turning her face to kiss her for a reunion, she said.

"I'm glad, but I heard the young man was busy.... well, time for me... uhh, I'm glad... I'm so glad, but I also heard that I can't get many days for this stay in Newnelly... but... um... oh, young lady... ♡"

I blocked those lips with my own lips that kept bullying me.

She seemed to be waiting for it somehow, too, and soon she tangled her hot tongue.

"n... ♡ ha ♡ n ♡ young...... n, chu...... young ♡"

"Chiu.... Phew, Minute, I've always missed you"

"Ha... ♡"

Wetting her mouth with saliva and remaining in love with some indefinitely focused ripe eyes, she had some slutty, unprecedented charm.

An atmosphere where the essence of the wife mixes in perfect balance with the maiden in love. Unexpectedly hot to the groin.

But here, a middle-aged maid will stop the death by saying, "Let me do it because it's a period of stability," etc.

I tried and calmly held her with my hands around my hips.

"Minute is serious. You listened to me exactly until my appointment?

"Because I, I don't want to be a nuisance to the young man... I like it, so..."

I'm ashamed to say my thoughts, but I can't help but want to convey them...... I couldn't wait to love her for showing such a trick.

"I don't know what annoys me. There's nothing more important than meeting someone you like."

I don't know, it's weird because when the minuts are lit, they stick around and say embarrassing lines.

It feels more like the pleasure of hearing this sweet word and seeing a minute that lights up than the embarrassment of communicating your thoughts. Maybe something called a man doesn't essentially grow up to remain the mentality of elementary school boys who tease and rejoice in the girls they like.

"Besides, I have some business I can do here today."

"Can I help you?

"Oh. Isn't it about time we arrived?

When I turned my gaze to the middle-aged maid, she replied terminally.

We're waiting for you in a separate room.

Apparently, he was obsessed with flirting and left it completely alone.

I gave instructions to the maid and turned a grin on the Minute.

"The last finishing touches of costumes to wear in Wangdu are still there. That's why I'm going to do it in a separate mansion."

Really? Minute reacted small.

You thought it was time to say goodbye already, she's visibly depressed and depressed. Of course, it's not goodbye yet.

"It's not funny if I wear it or take it off by myself. Would you look at my new clothes with me?

The change in the look on Minute's face at this time was as if he were watching the flowers bloom in double-speed video.

That's why today, I called a man from the Clothing Chamber to a separate residence.

I had received word during my stay at Castle Rishleef that the social costumes I had requested to create last year and the garments for going out were on the verge of completion.

Because it is a bespoke finest product, it will not be complete unless you try it on for the last time and make minor modifications.

"How are you feeling? Is there a tight part or something?

A shopkeeper at the Clothing Chamber asks how he stands right next to me.

The two artisan aunts who would actually have made the costume were just silently checking the length.

"I'm fine. It's not hard to move."

I tried turning my arms lightly and exercising to raise them even on the spot, but there was no particular problem and it was so much easier to move than the clothes I had just worn.

Only the Chamber of Commerce, which has always had my costume available, finishes up with a solid calculation of the growth rate.

"Thank you for that. This will be a treat for traveling outdoors, so it's up to you to make it as easy as possible to move around."

This was one of the costumes to wear during the journey from the Qualdenze territory to the King's Capital.

And they say there are about five clothes available for this use alone. I know you will be required to dress only shamelessly as a man of the grand aristocratic Qualdenze family, but it is heartfelt boring that you continue to be made to dress as a dressing doll.

I invited Minute to try on some cheap shipping that a girl would like a clothes store, but it was a big hassle to get over this event on her own.

Turning his gaze to the mirror stone provided for his appearance, the shopkeeper gave instructions to the young man who seemed to be in charge of the vigorous work, and pointed it at him.

"Pretty good"

My figure in the mirror stone is exactly that of my noble son.

Designed to cut only the top half of the trench coat, the jacket is brilliantly finished with gold thread embroidery. There was a slight sense of weight in the belt where the brass wax was punched in at equal intervals, but not so much that I was concerned. My skin found that my underwear was rugged and made of fine silk.

I wear it firmly from day to day, but I feel that this costume has a more artisan mood than usual.

Probably not because of my concern, but about 30% more in terms of price. Quality above its limits must have been required so that the Quordenze family could not be numbered by the nobles of other houses.

I don't feel like I'm cosplaying a little bit, but Elo Continental aristocracy is a natural outfit.

When I pose in front of the mirror like this, I feel like you really are a "nobleman".

"I brought your cape"

When the shopkeeper reacted to the voice he heard from across the collision, he received the cape quickly and spread it before me to show it.

"It's time to get warmer, so I've made it thin"

This one is an irreplaceable gray cloak. Except where the embroidery of the picture of the snake stripping the fangs is one point in, it has a blank finish with no particular pattern or pattern.

Some leather material is used from shoulder to neck, characterised by a standing collar.

Where I weave my cape, I'll finally be dressed all the way.

"Remove the collision. I want Minute to see my new costume."

Now I, the shop owner, the artisan aunt and the dressing manager are surrounded by tools like the collision used in the internal medicine examination.

At my behest, the shop owner lifts the collision with both hands and opens one side on all sides.

Minute and I sat on the couch waiting, and I got eyes on him, and I let him pose in front of the mirror I showed him earlier.

"What do you say?

But Minute just shuts up before my words.

And he held his hands together like a prayerful maiden, exhaling a long sigh like a gush from the bottom of his belly.

"Very... very, very good looking... nice... ♡"

Minute squeezes out compliments diligently in an attempt to fulfill the role given to herself.

But with less admiration expressions, or not her head working enough, her words were just "nice," "fit," and "cool."

Still, there is no discomfort at all, either because I can be sure it is a word out of my heart. Rather, so much so that I realized that I was much happier to be told that it suited me full of emotions than how much overlapping praise I expressed.

Frankly, they say it's cool that this has something to fill up with.

"Okay, then let's try the next clothes. Minute, you may get tired with your weight body, but just hang out a little longer."

"Ha! It's all yours! Ever......... to the young lady, I will be with you... ♡"

Minit moved his hands to his mouth, which were matching with his chest, staring at him as he glistened and his eyes glistened to devour this one.

That is by no means a metaphorical expression. My activated grain of Incheon Magic Light is reflected in my moist eyes.

I kind of want to live up to her expectations like this, and it's going to prolong the fashion show meaninglessly.

Initially planned, he was going to head out to the Pioneering Order in the evening to give instructions or handle the errands he had been piling up since his New Year's appearance.

"... then shall we have a closer look? There's plenty of time."

Enjoy what you can only do today. I am the man who lives now.

I sat on the couch and put my hand on my shoulder, and at the time I said so, my brain schedule for the day was blank.

This may be the first time I've lost my desire for pure love rather than lust.

After the next day, I was framed for bumbling around the castle and under it, but I didn't really regret it.

He said his mind was healed more than busy, and Minute was feeling better. Above all.

Thus, my New Nellie life passed in an instant.