The Marquis’ Eldest Son’s Lascivious Story

After an exchange with the Atelahan family followed by the Zeldomitra family and the Mirendorva family, I decided to rest for a while in a private room.

"Phew..."

Even the spilling sigh feels tired seeping in somewhere.

The continuous interaction with the five great nobles of the kingdom was an event in which spiritual strength shredded as a gorilla. I even feel like my brain is worn out because of the fact that I twisted my head around the conversation, and because of the extreme tension that persisted.

"You must be tired, I can get you something to drink before you change."

"... right, ask for something warm"

Watching one of the clerks walk out of the room, I slowly look back in my head at the afternoon exchange.

My father also commented, but I was able to handle it without any problems. After the meeting with the Atelahans, there were no topics or incidents such as this, and I would say that they were connected and ended.

Looking back this way, the hardest part was greeting Crowne. Other than that, I ended up with moderate greetings and chatter, and an unusual conversation. Most of all, that's what an exchange is all about. Something is wrong with that ambush.

"Phew..."

Also, I got a sigh.

The exchanges between the Zeldomitra and Mirendorva families were not problematic but not healing. I feel like I have gained 30% fatigue because of it.

The Atelahan family had a lovely princess named Carmia, which also provided for her mind, but both of the two families since then are male contemporary generations. My heart is just devastated.

"If you seem tired, look at the absence of the night club..."

"Wait. What do you think I've worked so hard for all day? We're leaving."

I assured the guards I had advanced.

Night clubs are an easy party, so it's a loss to be absent from this.

Plus, if I'm absent on my own, Plume will be annoyed too. Attendance is a matter of decision, as Prince Dunkel's invitation will eventually also be skipped.

While drinking the tea handed to them by the civil servants, the servants in charge of the dressing finish the preparation below. I stood up on the spot, spread my hands, and got undressed.

This one-bedroom private room is simply a dressing room. At night clubs I sometimes dance as well as eat, so I had to change into a costume that corresponded to it.

That's why I'm now starting to change clothes in turn from the nobles who finished the exchange.

Maybe our princess is half-naked in the next room. That makes my lower body full of energy. I know I keep thinking about it myself, but I don't have time for horny paranoia while I'm being put on and dolled.

Meaninglessly stiffening the groin, the wearer's maid just puts her hand on her face, "I'm in trouble." Exactly, I can't even serve them here and now, so I shriveled it with Viscount Galliana's face on my head.

"How about that?"

At the end of a street of clothing, a large mirror rock is placed in front of me.

I move my body a few times twitches and try to pose a few times, but it doesn't seem to have any particular problems.

"What about the pull?

"I was wondering if it would take a little while to get dressed right now."

The Silopea family said they cut up the AC meeting before us and went in to get dressed. Again, it seems the feminine reproach takes time.

"Do you like it?

"You can look down on the venue first, or you can't help being in a small place like this."

Though there are a large number of private rooms for dressing, they don't even have enough for all nobles to fit in at the same time. I didn't feel like occupying a private room until I bothered the others. The idea is not aristocratic, so I won't say it to you.

Besides, I wanted to pinpoint princesses everywhere before I joined Plume.

After a short walk out of the dressing room, there was my father and Count Silopea.

At the night club, they say the noble children don't act with their parents unless they're even single digits old. They think you're an unreliable person with a lack of autonomy when you're snuggling up on Mom and Dad even in a place where some manipulation is allowed.

That is a reputation that must definitely be avoided as the next generation of the Quordenze family.

"Dear Lord Wilke, Regards, Plume"

Count Silopea's costume, so to speak, belonged to the style of dinner. Apparently I'm not going to dance.

I nodded at the Count's words and spoke of my intentions towards escorts. I'm sure this enthusiasm conveyed, the Count lowered back with a smile and my father stood before me instead.

"Wilk, nobody cares about a night club if it's a little rude, or if they can capture a word butt."

There will be no new meetings here because we had a little time to talk after the exchange. To the extent of final confirmation.

"The same goes for the gathering of the children. Relax and be respectful."

"Yes, Father"

This is also a story we have already heard.

My father says that silence won't be much of a problem at a colloquium sponsored by Prince Dunkel, which is being invited this evening. Instead, he said it would be more negative to keep quiet for fear of rumbling or to expose the glitches to try to fix mistakes. Because it gives the impression that you can't do anything without your parents. If that's the case, even if it's a wrong statement, it's better to reopen it and show the flutter.

After words like yours continued, my father whispered, seeing the Earl of Silopea in a glimpse to make sure he was far enough.

"Do you dance with Atelahan?

"I intend to."

"... remember what we talked about this morning?

Also, this story?

I got a few requests from my father this morning for a night club. Not instructions, please. Most of them were convincing, but some could not be seen.

I didn't say yes clearly about it.

"Yeah, well..."

I turned to my father and smiled.

The request is to invite Princess Arina to dance a song when it is a night club.

Whatever you think, it was just a request to build a route for mutual marriage, so I said no on the spot. Worst of all, I was also prepared to argue from the morning.

Unexpectedly, however, my father did not insist on it and withdrew his request on the spot.

Individual autonomy is important for night clubs. He may have wondered if he would give this instruction to his son as a father. Besides, yesterday, today and I have been following an appeal that is offensive to mutual marriage.

You may have decided that you should avoid giggling with your parents and children before you start socializing today, or that you wanted to prioritize important requests over that.

I think what's been steaming back the morning story here right now is that it sounds like you invited Carmia to the dance at the AC.

I decided to answer my father's unwanted answers with a hardened grin.

"I'll do it right."

My father's request is to consider it positively, that if I could dance, I would dance.

There's a big nickname for respecting personal autonomy, let me do what I want.

"Wilk."

"You want to make souvenir stories to Newnelly fun. Don't your father think so, too?

"... for this negotiation?

"No, I just asked her out because I wanted to. But I will use anything that seems available."

Something that might be available, it's a dance with Carmia.

What my father is most concerned about right now, is that I blatantly avoid the arena as an admirer of mutual marriage.

I danced with Carmia I interacted with this afternoon, but not with Alina I met yesterday. This may be received around when a single human being named Qualdenze Wilk has a strong quarantine against the Levios family or Levios Arena.

That is a highly unfavourable development for my father, who wants to maintain good relations with the Kingdom of Levios for vs. Špiazzek.

It was a costume story to threaten.

"Instead of pushing through with child selfishness, take the situation backwards and stick it..."

I don't feel angry. "Damn, you're a troubled one," my father says in a frightened tone.

"Pfft. Come on, Dad, what do you want to do?

So I gave it back with a little trick. Most importantly, I was thrilled inside.

Just because there is a story of blackmail, it is another matter of whether it can be poked at. The fact that he spoke of it led to a decisive lack of parent-child friendship, which could be considered a conflict.

Anyway, my father is a muscled shpiazzeik absolute killer man, and if he does anything to deny it, even if he is my son, there is no zero chance that he will be "Say it, say it".

I threatened my father with great courage and readiness.

My father showed an act with a frightened tone because "I'm not angry about threats. I don't want to make it worse for parents and children" will.

"It's something I've become more reliable with.... I wonder what's going on."

My father's words were only playing a little.

Yesterday, I don't like Alina. I just said I don't like Alina. Maybe that only showed up in the slightly stronger selfishness of my son from the father.

Perhaps it would be better to show a more aristocratic and plotted offensive against my father. Because of my memories of my previous life, there were a few parts of me that saw my father as my boss. I am somewhat hesitant to defy instructions from the front and even try to defy them.

How strong can I say things to my father, the lord of the aristocracy, who is my son? That's hard to judge. As a former Japanese, I would like to refer to the extent to which the aristocratic sons around me are in conflict with each other. I hear that some rebellious kids are worth it, but I want to know a specific example of how long it takes to rebel.

For a little while my father worried with his hand on his chin and looked at this one.

"I was going to bring the discourse to King Levios and Count Evenapis after this...... but there doesn't seem to be time tonight, let's postpone it until after tomorrow"

For now I don't have enough time to be negotiating with me to be packed with details, so for now I'm not going to proceed with the conversation at today's night club about mutual marriages, I'll discuss it again when I get back to the Qualdenze mansion... I interpret it that way.

I don't know how serious I am, but if I were really to take the Earl of Evenapis to talk to King Levios this evening, it would have been dangerous. Fannie shipments could have been secretly confirmed where I don't know how to keep them.

Anyway, it is enough that we were able to put the situation on hold now on this occasion. It will be the main battle after returning to the Qualdenze mansion. Sounds like we need to have some sort of bargaining material ready.

"Fathers have a lot of people to say hello to, too, so I take it for granted that we don't have enough time. I also saw more faces yesterday and today, so I'm going to be busy dancing with more people"

Carmia as well as Alina are invited to dance, so keep your word.

"Uhm. You should come enjoy every song"

Dance one song and that's enough, so I asked for it.

"Ha ha!

My father and I laughed at each other there. That's it for verbal impatience.

As for dancing with Alina itself, it's not that I don't like it.

Big trout, how much, trout, onion and all the delicious sushi stuff you eat doesn't necessarily mean you can fully enjoy its flavor. I think it would be more enjoyable to reset my mood by eating refreshing stories and gullies in between. That is, to fully enjoy the body touch with the beautiful princess, it is better to pinch the subtle princess in between and raise and lower the tension.

That's why Gallina...... I'll have Alina in charge of the lowering part. Originally some of the aristocratic houses of the Qualdenze sect are unfortunate princesses. My father had asked me to dance lightly with them, and that one had already been accepted by sushi theory. I mean, I can tell you that there's just one more Galli on this Alina thing.

In the relaxed air I kept chatting with my father.

"... it may be a little while before I invite the other princess. Because I'm going to dance with Pull for a while."

"Hmm. I'll take care of your escort.... hey, that face. Sounds like a lot of fun, huh?

Apparently he was smiling unconsciously. But I'm purely happy to be able to snuggle up perfectly with Plume, Dad.

"I'm so excited. Maybe I'm too obsessed with dancing with pulls, and sometimes the nightclub is over when I realize it"

That was meant to be light-hearted, but my father showed me a little thinking trick before saying it.

"............... well, that's the point too. Advice, but you can choose it when you need it."

You can't dance with an unrelated nobleman, there are quite a few such runaway noblemen. I can't get my hands off my first partner.

Although they are aware of it, they do not participate in the dance in the first place and move to meal-based interactions.

I guess my father's words assume that I was the unconscious escape type. Sometimes you don't know unless you actually stand on the spot.

If I only danced with Plume, I wouldn't have the impression that I hubbed Arina just because I think I'm that kind of temperament person around. From my father's point of view, this seems to be a pass.

But I want to touch the princesses' bodies. I can't take care of this advice.

"... I just want to tell you to enjoy yourselves comfortably, but never just be cautious about this one. Always be careful where you are in your heart. All right?"

This way, my father moved his hand into the shape of a goodjob and pierced its thumb into his heart. The eye is serious in itself.

"I'll be careful because I still have a mountain of things to do"

I don't know what to say, but the dancehall is where a human weapon called the Lord Ancestor dances with each other. No matter how much magic you accidentally slap into no-guard's place, they'll kill me.

I was assassinated if I was caught off guard by the fun atmosphere of the night club, only ochi is spared.

"I think your father is in danger too, so be careful"

"Oh.... why don't we just keep standing here and see each other by the end of the day"

The number of aristocrats who have finished dressing has been increasing since just now. It wouldn't look very good to be a parent and child talking all the time.

I greeted my father and Count Silopea lightly before leaving the scene.