Chapter 50: On That Night, Nothing Happened.
Chapter 50: On That Night, Nothing Happened.
The Sword of the Empire.
It was a title bestowed upon the most skilled knight in the Empire, a direct subordinate who answered only to the Emperor’s commands.
While an ordinary knight is said to be a match for ten men, the Sword of the Empire is considered capable of facing a hundred alone.
Of course, being human, one couldn't achieve such a feat barehanded.
There was a specific weapon that made it possible.
The Holy Sword Marcus.
A greatsword passed down through the Imperial family for generations, measuring six feet in length and weighing nearly 250 pounds.
More akin to a massive blunt instrument than a sword, it was not something just anyone could pick up.
Only those possessed of the raw strength befitting the Sword of the Empire could hope to lift it.
Furthermore, those capable of actually swinging it and performing martial arts were a rare few indeed.
Thus, the one capable of wielding this sword was traditionally named the ‘Sword of the Empire’ and served as the Emperor’s knight.
The current owner was Countess Bern Pedeia.
Though she was now retired, she still held possession of the blade.
The reason was simple.
There was still no one else in the Empire capable of wielding it.
Its center of gravity was so skewed that even with immense strength, it was impossible to even lift without the proper technique.
It was Countess Bern’s cold assessment that even her own daughter, Angelica, still lacked the necessary strength and skill to swing the sword.
Whenever Countess Bern faced a difficult situation, she would bring the Holy Sword Marcus with her.
Every citizen of the Empire knew of the sword’s existence.
And most knew just how difficult it was to lift.
Simply bringing the sword and engaging in conversation was often enough to cleanly resolve most troubles or stagnant negotiations.
That was why she had brought it with her on this visit to the Academy, but…
“Whoa~. So this is the sword the Emperor gave you? It’s pretty cool.”
Calling His Majesty the Emperor simply ‘the Emperor’ was impudent and disgusting, but she could let it slide.
He was a commoner, after all.
She didn't expect manners from such a person anyway.
However.
Clatter.
“……!?”
Seeing him lift the sword as if it were the most natural thing in the world, Countess Bern found herself unable to close her mouth.
‘H-How……!?’
The Holy Sword Marcus. It weighed 250 pounds. Including the scabbard, it was closer to 300.
It was an object that two burly men working together would struggle to lift, and yet…
The commoner before her was currently holding the sword up, inspecting it.
And with only one hand, at that.
“Where’d you get something like this? Can you only get it from the Emperor? I want one too.”
There wasn't even a change in the tone of his voice.
He didn't even look like he was exerting himself.
As if he were picking up a piece of jewelry like a ring or a necklace to admire it, he was simply looking over the sword’s ornaments this way and that.
“Y-You… how on earth are you holding that?”
Even as she questioned the commoner, Countess Bern couldn't stop her breath from hitching.
Incredible strength. Muscles. A powerful body to match. A massive frame.
‘If he truly is a man with such overwhelming power…….’
He was someone that even she, let alone Angelica, would find difficult to face without a weapon.
If that were the case.
If she let her guard down, things could truly turn disastrous.
‘If I leave him be… the other young ladies will be in danger.’
Just like back then.
Countess Bern recalled ‘that day.’
The single stain on her record as the Sword of the Empire.
Twenty years ago. The day she had surrendered her body to commoner scum.
*
That day was shortly after Bern had graduated from St. Fellatio Girls' Academy, the day she received her official knighting ceremony.
A party was held at the family estate, and numerous dignitaries came to congratulate her.
Furthermore, the man she was promised to marry even came to swear his eternal love to her.
It was a path of perfect success, so much so that she wondered if life was allowed to go this well.
Perhaps she was intoxicated by the atmosphere, for Bern drank exceptionally much that day.
Having been liberated from the pressure she’d felt until then, she had let herself go a little.
She even went as far as to drunkenly vent at a maid, something she had never done in her life.
“Booze~! Is there no more booze? Not wine like this. Distilled spirits~!”
“My Lady. You are very drunk now.”
“What do you mean, ‘My Lady’! I’m the Sword of the Empire~.”
With a hiccup, her face was flushed bright red.
At the same time, she felt something surging up from within.
She needed alcohol.
“Move. I’ll go get it myself.”
“My Lady……!”
Bern brushed the maid aside and headed for the liquor cellar, completely wasted.
She imagined how everyone would enjoy it if she brought out a large barrel with a flourish.
With those expectations, she opened the door to the cellar.
“Mmm……?”
“Shit… we’re caught.”
“W-Who is it?”
“…It’s the lady of the house.”
Some men had snuck in and were stealing drinks.
“What the. Fuck. You guys~. You’re black-haired commoners…….”
They existed sometimes. Commoners like this. Sneaking in to steal.
Seeing the black-haired commoners, Bern immediately swung her arms around.
As if she were holding a sword in her hand.
“Die, all of you~!”
But there was no sword. She wasn't even armed to begin with.
She was wearing a dress she never usually wore to attend the party.
Furthermore, she was so drunk she couldn't even steady her own body.
Bern was so far gone she didn't even realize the state she was in.
The three commoners who had come to steal alcohol glanced at each other.
“She looks completely hammered……?”
“If she’s like that……”
“Fuck it…… I don’t know.”
The commoners stood up from their seats.
“Aah~? You want me to kill you all~?”
“Heh…… if we’re going to die anyway.”
“Might as well have a taste before we go.”
“When else are we going to get to eat a noble lady if not now?”
They cautiously approached Bern.
“What~. You’re challenging me?”
“Grab her!”
“The Sword of the Empire isn't much after all!”
“You bitch… I’m going to give it to you good today!”
“I’ll kill you a—! Mmph……!?”
Bern was dragged into the storage room, and the door was locked.
*
Bern couldn't put up any proper resistance.
The commoners’ strength was greater than she’d expected.
And there were three of them.
They weren't opponents a drunken, unarmed Bern could defeat.
By the time she regained her senses.
“Ha…… haah……!”
She was naked in her torn dress, having received a massive amount of the men’s semen.
Looking down at her body, she looked every bit the part of a raped noblewoman.
“W-What……. This, this is……!”
“Whoa~. Hey, honey. Did you sleep well?”
the commoner next to her approached familiarly.
“W-Who are you calling honey! You……!”
“You were shaking your hips so hard yesterday while calling me honey.”
“Hehehe…… we know all about it.”
The commoners sneered at her.
She could never forget those eyes.
Not the eyes that looked up at the Sword of the Empire in awe, but the eyes that looked at a mere whore.
“No…… it’s not true…….”
No matter how much she denied it with her mouth, the evidence engraved on her body could not be denied.
The strange smell coming from her mouth. The sticky semen covering her entire body.
Even the blood and semen leaking from between her thighs.
Only then did the things she had done with these commoners come flooding back.
Unable to even steady her body while drunk.
The memory of being trampled and gang-raped by them.
She hadn't been able to resist those commoners.
In fact, she had even……
“T-This isn't right……. There’s no way I did that…….”
“Mmm~? What’s wrong, honey~? You were acting so cute for my cock yesterday.”
A commoner naturally embraced her and felt her breast.
“You were crying out ‘Husband~ Husband~,’ weren't you? You bitch.”
“I’m going to go out and tell everyone. That the Sword of the Empire was pinned under us, moaning like a dog……!”
Smash!
Bern broke a nearby wine bottle on the spot.
She used the sharp bottle to slit the throat of the commoner in front of her.
Blood spurted, spraying everywhere.
“Y-You crazy bitch…!”
“Run…!”
The commoners tried to scramble out.
But the door was locked.
“Die……!”
Bern slit the throats of the remaining two commoners with the glass bottle as well.
In an instant, the entire liquor cellar became a bloodbath.
She looked at the floor.
The virgin blood she had shed was also lost, buried in that sea of blood.
By the time the party ended and people discovered the corpses in the cellar.
Bern had already washed every trace from her body and changed her clothes.
Her father came and asked.
“Bern, are you alright? Are you hurt anywhere?”
“Yes. Nothing happened.”
“……?”
This was just a one-night mistake that no one knew about.
The fact that she, the Sword of the Empire, had been caught by commoners while drunk and gang-raped.
And…… that at that time.
The fact that she had felt pleasure without even realizing it.
As long as she kept her mouth shut for the rest of her life, no one would ever know……!
*
【Noble Status - Bern】
[ Name: Bern Pedeia ]
[ Race: Human ] [ Gender: Female ] [ Age: 43 ]
[ Status: Noble ] [ Title: Countess Pedeia ]
[ Height: 171cm ] [ Bust: G-cup ]
[ Conquest: Undecided ] [ Condition: Non-virgin (Lost to: Unknown Commoner) ]
[ Remaining Corruption Points ] 7,100/7,100
“Wow…… well, now.”
I’d just scanned the Countess naturally while lifting the sword.
……And look at that, a massive secret just popped out.
“…Commoner. Won’t you put that sword down this instant?”
The Countess crossed her arms, acting all haughty as she glared at me.
Hah.
To think she lost her virginity to some nameless commoner.
How should I fuck this married woman to make her taste the best?
My dick feels like it’s going to explode; I can’t stand it.