Chapter 100
Chapter 100
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 100
Chapter Title: If You Want Peace, Prepare for War
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“Huhuhu.”
“Nyaah...”
“You’re holding out pretty well.
Aw, so cute~.”
“Eek!
Nyaa, nyaang...!”
A seductive laugh from one woman echoed alongside the ragged breaths of another.
If someone overheard without knowing the context, they might’ve thought a bed of lilies was in full bloom.
“Uh, Lady Lily.
If this gets too loud and leaks out, I’m the one who’ll be in a real pickle.”
“Men should just butt out.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
Sion recalled his great sage of a father’s wisdom: never even think about beating your wife.
He sat quietly in his chair, watching Lily and Ria’s little spectacle unfold.
“Hic, hiiic!
Nyaauu!
Euuung!”
“Oh my, Ria, so your ears are your weak spot?
Aren’t you enjoying this a bit too much?”
“D-don’t know.
Don’t say that.
It’s embarrassing...”
“Ufufu!
Sion, take a good look.
This is her weak point.
Next time you’re with her, target it once.
You’ll get to see a meowkin practically pass out from pleasure!”
“What kind of talk is th— Hiiik!”
Lily lightly nipped Ria’s ear with her lips, and Ria jolted upright, spine stiff as a board.
That’s right.
The weak spot Lily mentioned was those soft-looking cat ears.
Lily kept fiddling with them, as if the texture was irresistible.
She gently stroked the fluffy fur with her fingertips, and Ria trembled, lips quivering, twisting her body like she couldn’t get enough.
‘...She’s terrifying, as expected.
Finding another weak spot in that short time.’
The Succubus Queen, with instincts sharper than anyone when it came to night games.
She’d probably been inspecting her new “pet” cat, poking around until she hit a sensitive spot—and reeled in a keeper.
“Aah, so soft.
Sion, can’t you just give her to me?”
“Huh?”
“Hueeng?
Wh-what are you saying!
I-I’m Sion’s!”
“Why are you like this?
Lucia said she and Sion got together way before you—practically like a married couple.
Husband and wife are one body, so what’s his is mine, and what’s mine is mine.”
Something felt a little off at the end there.
Sion didn’t point it out, just looked at Ria.
She shook her head desperately, as if she’d accept anything else but that.
Say “Sure, take her,” and who knew how many kitty punches that cat would unleash in a huff.
Sion decided to drop the joke there.
“Sorry, she’s not a pet—she’s a companion.
And Ria doesn’t seem to like it.”
“Oh well.
Guess I’ll have to give her back to her owner then.
Go on!
Back to your master~.”
Lily released Ria from her tight embrace with a playful flourish, as if that’d been her goal all along.
Ria bolted across the bed and hid behind Sion’s chair, peeking out at Lily.
She wasn’t as terrified as before, but she wasn’t relaxed around her like Lucia or Risica.
“Ah, Sion.
She’s sneakily cute.
I wondered if you had a thing for beastkin, but nah—you just like cute and dainty types?
Hmm.
Should I try looking a bit younger?”
“Is that even possible?”
“It’s not changing gender or build, just de-aging a little.
Not too hard.
Though it does eat up a ton of mana.”
If de-aging was that easy, it’d be every woman’s public enemy.
Sion muttered that inwardly, about to open his mouth.
“Someone’s coming.”
Lily pressed a finger to her lips, signaling to wait.
Moments later, a man’s voice came from beyond the door.
“Young Lord Sion.
It’s Sebastian.”
“Oh, what is it?”
“The Margrave is summoning you.
Guests have arrived at the territory—probably about them.
Get ready and head to the drawing room.”
“I’ll prepare right away.
Give me a moment.”
As Sion started to stand, he felt a tug on his sleeve.
Turning, he saw Ria gazing up, as if asking if she could come too.
Sion’s heart wavered at the kitty’s plea, but he shook off the devilish urge and tapped her nose with his finger.
“Be good and wait.
Listen to Lady Lily.”
“Uuu... Okay.”
“Hehe?
So while Sion’s gone, you’re mine?”
“Don’t go too rough on her.”
“Rough?
I could pamper her even prettier than you do.”
Lily flashed a bewitching “Ufufu!” laugh.
To a man, it was a smile deadly enough to drop him dead on the spot.
But to Ria, another woman, it screamed: “Wait right there!
This big sis is gonna gobble you whole!”
“Uuuu!
D-don’t come closer!”
“Oh?
Hugging this big sis would feel amazing, you know?”
“There’s something even better than hugging you!”
“Hmm... How about tips on exactly what to do during mating to make Sion love it more?”
“Nyaong?”
Don’t get impressed there, you damn fatty.
“Hehe.
What do you think?
Don’t you wanna hear?
Come to big sis’s arms if you do!”
“Uuuu... Nyaa, nyaong!”
Exactly three seconds of deliberation, and Ria toddled into Lily’s embrace.
Hey, you fatty!
At least pretend to hesitate!
Sion clutched his forehead in disbelief.
Meanwhile, Lily gleefully fondled Ria’s ears to her heart’s content, beaming.
“Good girl, good girl.
Such an obedient kitty.
Keep listening like this, and big sis will tell you lots more.
Let’s see...
Sion’s favorite caressing technique is...”
Some seriously weird conversation was about to go down.
Sion, no longer wanting to hear—or able—to listen, sighed and left the room.
He approached Sebastian waiting at the end of the hall.
“Let’s go, Sebastian.”
“Yes, Young Lord.”
He’d once eyed Sion suspiciously, but after witnessing his changes—and anticipating his own pains, struggles, and patience—Sebastian had mostly dropped his doubts.
Now, he even secretly looked forward to what new side this old man would show.
“Who’s the guest that Father’s calling me for?”
“Technically, your guest, Young Lord.
A Helen Hynes, she said.”
“Ah.”
Come to think of it, the Hynes caravan was due soon.
In exchange for production and distribution of carbonated drinks: not gold, but food.
Helen Hynes had tilted her head but agreed.
She’d joined the palace raid out of hatred for humans, coerced by radical fairy hardliners, but ultimately sided with them and helped—so to Sion, she was practically an ally now.
‘Didn’t expect Helen herself to come, though.’
Word was, the soda business was booming.
Supply hadn’t hit markets yet, so rarity plus Hynes monopoly meant Helen should be swamped—yet here she was, all the way to remote Klauzen.
“Young Lord.”
Sion turned at Sebastian’s call.
The elderly butler halted, bowing deeply with utmost respect.
“Sebastian?”
“My apologies.
I didn’t know your true heart and treated you lightly at first—then even suspected you.”
“Uh...
That time, I was kinda hoping for those reactions and looks.
No need for this.”
“You’ve been that way, and will continue to be.
I earnestly pray you become Hispania’s—and the royal family’s—trustworthy sword and shield.”
Sion nodded at Sebastian’s words.
As a former member of the royal secret guardian knights, his loyalty to the crown lingered.
“I’ll take that apology as paid by your help this time.
Without you, I’d have needed high knights, alerting the enemy more.
Things would’ve tangled worse.”
Sebastian bowed again, murmuring thanks.
With the suspicious glances gone, Sion’s steps felt lighter.
Entering the drawing room, he found Margrave Lichten mid-conversation with the elegant, noble fairy Helen Hynes—still poised despite her ordeals.
“Father.”
“Come in.
Normally, I’d introduce you two.
But you already know each other?”
“Yes, Lord Margrave.”
“Indeed.”
Nodding at their replies, Margrave Lichten offered Sion a seat.
As his son sat, he spoke in a teasing tone.
“Didn’t expect the Hynes matriarch in person.
With that mess in the capital, you could’ve mentioned it.”
“I didn’t think it important.
If it offended...”
“What offense?
If anything, as this territory’s lord, I want to thank you.”
Sion blinked—“Pardon?”—but Margrave Lichten said he’d finished his chat with the merchant; now it was time for the real trader talk.
Before Sion could react, the Margrave left the room.
Now, only Helen and Sion remained.
“I heard.
You found a slave market on your way here and cleaned it out.”
“...Yeah.”
Technically, he’d tried sucking it dry like a juice box, sensed it’d backfire, switched tactics, and smashed the jug—but sure.
Helen’s lips curved in a rare, genuine smile.
“Thank you.”
They’d nearly shared her own wretched, pitiable life.
The one who’d saved them from that hell sat before her.
It was right to thank him.
She hadn’t been saved, but countless other flowers were spared by Sion Klauzen.
If I’d been saved by a man like him, could I have lived my real life?
Helen mused bitterly to herself.
“Lately, I’ve been hearing that a lot.”
“You deserve it.
At first, I couldn’t get a read on you.”
“What’d I seem like?”
Helen hummed thoughtfully, then answered honestly.
“A wastrel, maybe a villain.
Or a hero to some—trustworthy.”
“Too straightforward?”
“Sometimes, a merchant gains more trust—and better deals—with plain truth over flattery.”
She slid over documents.
Details on the first wagons carrying their deal’s goods.
Sion confirmed the foods he’d wanted were procured.
“Over the next two months, wagons with that volume will keep coming.”
“Good.
Was half-worried you’d take the gold and bolt.”
“My body may be sullied, but not my heart.”
A single line encapsulating her tragic past.
It grated on Sion—not pity, but like she was insulting Sion Klauzen’s character—his own body.
A guy whose body was fine but soul rotted through.
“Don’t say that.
It bugs me.”
“Pardon?”
“No ‘dirty body, dirty heart’ crap.”
Sion’s retort came sharper than intended.
Startled—or for other reasons—Helen stared blankly, then coughed and averted her eyes.
“Anyway, the Margrave praised you highly.
Especially asking for food—he wondered if you foresaw shortages here.”
“Uh...”
“Honestly, surprised me too.
Prepping for war with Nudia? Nah, Klauzen’s not food-troubled usually.
True foresight?”
Foresight? If so, he’d have bought out all the BTC early, feasting on gold-leaf pizza and wiping with gold-leaf TP by now.
Truth was, Sion had agonized over it.
Gearing up the territory needed cash; traveling without it sucked. He’d aimed to hoard funds—like strong-arming Viscount Conean at the slave market for a big score.
Sure, it all ended up with the heteroraces.
So why take food over gold?
‘...What else?
Stockpile now, so when war hits and prices skyrocket to insanity, I’m set.’
Noble schemes everywhere: biting, clawing, leading to continental ruin, economic collapse, mass deaths, deepened mistrust amid the plots.
Hispania toppled, chaos everywhere—folks couldn’t farm safely, so wheat, barley, all food prices went berserk.
Beef jerky? Worth its weight in gold.
To survive the human-made famine, hoard food like mad now.
But Sion wasn’t just surviving.
‘Feed me and mine plenty, sell the surplus high, maybe weaponize some.
Food and drink’s always the best racket.’
Heart pounding at turning continental crisis into profit—Sion was something else, in every sense.
―――――――Author's Note―――――――
Chapter 100!
Congrats, author!
Yeah, thanks!
You hack!
Work harder!
Not a huge milestone, so I’ll celebrate solo!