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Chapter 10 – Noble District
In his living room, Wataru packed bottles into a bag.
He didn’t pack the sake he had bought at the recent event; he only packed enough absinthe and mare’s milk wine to fill the bag.
The beer and daiginjo sake would stay behind this time.
He added cushioning material to prevent the bottles from bumping and breaking. Then, he had Aire and Cloche carry the bag to check its stability.
After confirming that everything was ready, Wataru spoke.
“General Etgar apparently wants to meet again.”
“Right at this time, huh? What could be the reason? Did he suddenly like it and want it now?”
“It might just be that. If so, then in a way, it’s exactly what we aimed for.”
“I see. Then the new liquor we picked out might have been a waste.”
Mariel’s eyebrows drooped dejectedly.
She pouted slightly and sulked, but even that small change in expression was adorable.
Besides, the way her eyes kept darting toward the newly purchased bottle of sake while she tried to look sulky was also adorable, and she thought no one noticed.
“Well, it’s fine. If there’s any left, we’ll drink it ourselves. Everyone likes it, right?”
“Yay! Master, I can drink it all!?”
“Go ahead. Just don’t drink it all yourself.”
“Hehehe. This means I have something to look forward to every night.”
Aire grinned mischievously, like a little troublemaker.
Was she innocent and carefree or just childishly playful?
Even while enjoying the alcohol, she had a childlike quality about her.
“Onee-san is so unfair!”
“Hey, hey, it’s not decided yet. We need to meet the general and hear his side first. But if General Etgar wants absinthe and mare’s milk and you three want to share it, then fine. Honestly, I bought way too much of this stuff.”
“Master, thank you!”
Mariel happily threw her arms around Wataru.
Whoa, so soft.
Enveloped in a sweet fragrance, her breasts pressed against his upper arm as he savored the softness.
Her cheerful, cool voice made his ears feel blissful.
Wataru nearly broke into a grin, forcing himself to keep a straight face.
Even after all the lewd things they had done, it was still difficult to suppress his reaction.
In response, Aire puffed out her cheeks.
“Aaah! Mariel’s cheating! Master, I’m bigger! You know? I want you to let me drink more, too.”
“Mmmph… I can’t!”
“Onee-sama! Mmmph! Even if you are my master, being hugged by Onee-sama… I’m getting a strange, suspicious feeling, and my head feels like it’s going to explode. My brain feels like it’s being destroyed. Ah!”
Aire pounced, clutching Wataru’s face and burying it in her magnificent breasts.
His face sank completely into the softness, enveloped to the point of suffocation.
Shaking his head left and right only made them jiggle and wobble, trapping him deeper.
Desperately, he tried to grab her chest to clear his airway, but couldn’t create even the slightest gap.
They’re too big and too soft!
Beside them, Cloche stood with a face that was neither for Wataru nor Aire. She watched enviously with her fingers in her mouth.
“Phew… H-here we go. Let’s get moving.”
“Understood.”
“Okay. All right, I’ll switch with Cloche later.”
“Understood! Until then, please leave the escort to me.”
The noisy group made a racket as they left the apartment building and headed toward the gate.
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Recently, he has become a frequent visitor to the royal capital thanks to the gate.
The cityscape, which was once so complex that it confused him, became familiar with repeated visits. Now, he can navigate the main streets without getting lost.
“It really is convenient, isn’t it?”
“What took three days by ship now takes an instant.”
Still, he always felt tense when heading toward the residential district where the nobles lived.
This was undoubtedly because one wrong step could endanger not only himself, but also Mariel and the others.
His speech naturally grew quieter, his voice shifting from its usual loudness to a slightly more subdued tone.
Each mansion in the noble district was different. Some displayed their family crests as signs, while others featured architectural styles characteristic of their territory, making them a delight to observe.
The crests alone varied greatly. Some depicted animals, while others featured crosses, hooked crosses, triangles, or squares, each one unique to its respective house.
Moreover, similar designs could belong to different houses simply because of different color schemes, making them impossible to remember after just one glance.
“Even between main houses and branches, they might use the same motif but change the size or display the symbol smaller to show the difference in status.”
“How do they manage to remember them all? There must be crests in other countries, too, not just their own.”
“I can remember the famous ones, but the smaller houses? No way. There are even jobs for specialized crest officials.”
“Well, I guess getting them wrong isn’t exactly rude…”
“We mercenaries know a fair bit about crests, too.”
“Really? Sorry for the rude assumption, but I figured you wouldn’t know much about them.”
“Seeing the banners lets us know which houses are participating. We can spot the weaker houses and avoid wasting time fighting tough opponents. That’s why it’s important.”
“I see.”
Aire might seem simple-minded, but she’s sharp and knowledgeable when it comes to battle.
She completely ignores desk work, but she’s skilled in the wisdom of survival.
If she weren’t, she wouldn’t be strong enough to remain undefeated in the arena.
“My clan uses a wolf as its crest!”
“The Black Wolf Clan, huh? So, Aire’s clan is the tigers?
“Yep. It has a beautiful, golden embroidered tiger! Though it turns bright red with blood after a battle.”
“Scary.”
“Master, I apologize for interrupting, but we’re nearly at our destination.”
“Whoops. Time to switch gears. Since Lord Moye won’t be joining us today, I’ll need to be extra careful with my conduct.”
In addition to the sudden summons, it appears that Moye has a heavy workload with his territory affairs.
It doesn’t look like he can be counted on to mediate and act as a buffer.
Wataru moved his dry mouth to produce saliva, then swallowed it with a gulp.
Negotiations with nobles were always nerve-wracking.
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