Knight of Mu-yeol
At this point, suddenly graduating? It felt off. Even though the training was nearly complete, there were still a few months left until official commissioning. Just like this, out of nowhere? I'd heard of early graduations before, but they weren't usually this abrupt.
Baekseol asked, "A general assignment...?"
That was the only thing that made sense. Some external organization urgently needed knights and had requested them from Militaris. In those cases, they'd evaluate the situation and fast-track the top trainees for commissioning.
The training commander grinned. "Something even greater than that honor."
"?"
"Congratulations, Baekseol. You've been selected as a Knight of One."
"!!!"
Everyone gasped at the commander's words.
Knight of One. It meant a knight dedicated to a single person—not affiliated with any organization, but serving one individual exclusively. For a private citizen to command a knight like that... it implied someone of truly elite status. And usually, "Knight of One" was synonymous with becoming a personal knight for the Goryeo Group owner's family.
"Whoa, a Knight of One...!!"
"No way. That's insane! Isn't it usually active-duty knights who get picked???"
The training ground buzzed with excitement. Most trainees, after 15 years of indoctrination, saw serving the owner family as the ultimate glory.
'A personal slave...???'
Of course, that didn't apply to Baekseol. She already viewed knights as "slaves to those who possess them." And a knight serving a single person? That was slavery incarnate.
If the master was a woman, it might be tolerable. But a man...?
'...'
She probably wouldn't last a day. Every day, she'd have to spread her legs on command, moaning for some man heaving atop her.
For the top trainee of 15 years to end up like this? Utterly hollow.
The commander watched the reactions fondly, then raised a hand to quiet them. The chatter died down.
"Knight Baekseol will be promoted to 'commander' and assigned her own dedicated mech. Production has already begun at Militaris."
"...!"
Starting as a commander? How many steps ahead was that? And a custom mech. I wanted one too. They said building a custom one cost at least a trillion won... what an investment.
The comments poured in—mostly congratulations, envy, jealousy. But Baekseol looked like despair was consuming her.
She'd only just resolved herself yesterday. Only just decided to give it a shot. And the very next day, this happens.
I let out a scoffing laugh.
'That's why... I told you not to get your hopes up from the start...'
She berated yesterday's self. Stupid slave, harboring expectations like that—now betrayed. She should've just kept grinding through her duties like always. No floating high, no crashing down.
'Right... Don't forget. I'm a slave. Know my place, Baekseol. Do it right.'
She vowed again. No more foolish hopes...
.
"Seol-ah! Congrats!"
A guy approached. "A Knight of One? That's huge!!"
He was just like the others. Seeing a Knight of One—being sold off as a personal slave—as glory.
'...'
Yeah. He's brainwashed too. She turned away with a sigh.
"H-Hey? Baekseol?! Wait!!"
"My master is coming here personally. I need to prepare, so don't talk to me."
"B-But yesterday you said you'd go out with me!"
She stopped dead.
"Go out?"
"Yeah! You agreed!"
"...And?"
"What?"
Frustrated, she turned. "Do you... ugh... not get what becoming a personal knight means?"
"...?"
"I'll follow my master until I die, carrying out every mission. You think I'll ever run into you?"
"S-Still... we could at least message..."
"What if my master is a man? You think he'd... that person would leave me alone?"
"...!"
The guy's face hardened.
"He could grope me whenever he wants, fuck me anytime... You think you'd do that?"
"!!"
Just reach out and toy with Baekseol... ravage her at will...? He imagined it. If he were the protagonist, Baekseol's master...?
In a flash, he pictured 194 positions, pounding into her. Then nausea surged—an indescribable disgust.
'I'm... not Baekseol's master...'
In the fantasy, the man fucking Baekseol morphed from himself into some nameless guy. Baekseol submitted to him obediently.
Baekseol glanced down. His crotch was bulging. A twinge of revulsion hit her.
"...Get it now? You and I ended before we started."
She turned coldly and walked away.
+++
I hopped out of bed and immediately boarded an AV bound for Nonsan.
- The Chairman has prepared a small gift for you, young master.
That's what one of Grandpa's direct secretaries told me. He was granting me a knight!!
My heart pounded uncontrollably. This was jackpot of jackpots. The secretary called it a "small gift," but that's from someone who's already got everything. For a nobody like me, a knight outshines all my current possessions.
In the original game, knights appeared as mini-bosses or bosses no matter the route—total lunatics. Especially late-game Baekseol... with the title "the greatest knight in human history." As an enemy, she was unbeatable.
Yet her loyalty was sky-high; no matter the abuse, she'd never betray. In other words, an enemy you could never recruit.
Even on routes crawling under megacorps like a dog, you couldn't even share a table with a knight. To the owner family, they were footstools. To everyone else? Angels of death.
And they held insane ranks. Now, I was getting one.
I turned down delivery to the house and insisted on picking her up myself. Bonus: tour the training grounds. The base would be chaos, though.
"Hooah, I can't shake this excitement."
"Me too, Master... To see a knight up close...!!"
Anyway, I'd been rock-hard since takeoff. Would be nice to shove it in a pussy and shake it off, but sadly, the only one here was Sua. And she's flying the AV.
Could just autopilot and fuck Sua... but nah. Manual and analog are chaebol pride. Plus, what if the knight's a hot chick? Then all this pent-up excitement goes...
'Straight into her pussy!'
Fuck, I'm dying. Just be pretty, that's all I ask.
About an hour later, we arrived at the Nonsan Goryeo Militaris training grounds. Troops were lined up in black masses.
"We've arrived, Director."
The AV door opened, and Sua bowed gracefully. Her etiquette skills(?) were leveling up.
I stepped out.
"Pre~sent~~~ arms!"
The honor guard, centered on the red carpet, snapped rifles skyward in perfect sync. The military band behind blasted majestic tunes. No clue what it was—just soldierly fanfare.
"Commander Kwang Jeong-il! It's an honor to have you visit!"
Some uncles swarmed with salutes; I returned them casually.
"I'm not even military. No need to be so stiff."
"When beholding such noble blood, this is the least we can do."
Noble blood?? Is this North Korea?
"Please, allow us to escort you."
Anyway, I followed. Sua stuck right by my side, playing professional with her click-clack heels.
Soldiers everywhere saluted sharply as I passed, holding until I was long gone.
After a bit, we hit a different group. On a parade ground the size of a high school field, about a hundred uniformed folks stood at attention. In one corner, massive robots—maybe 20 meters tall—aimed shoulder cannons skyward.
'Those must be the trainee knights... and that's a salute volley?'
Spot on. On the podium, the giant mechs boomed salutes. Each shot shook heaven and earth—shockwaves visibly ripping air, sand and grass spraying in rings. The noise was deafening.
I startled but played it cool. Nineteen rounds. Grandpa probably gets 21 or more; as direct heir, I got one less. Presidents and foreign dignitaries get 21.
Overkill? Maybe. But given Goryeo Group's stature, it tracked.
After the salute, I winged some visit remarks. No prep, just bullshit—but the crowd ate it up. Practically deifying me.
'Artificially created humans, engineered for knighthood. Loyalty imprinted at the genetic level to control their power. Plus years of brainwashing.'
I nodded, recalling the lore. Nothing bad for me here.
Once the welcome wrapped, I finally saw my knight.
A woman with long violet ponytail climbed the podium.
'Holy shit—'
Stunner on sight. My half-dead dick sprang back to life.
"Loyalty! Commander Baekseol, hereby appointed as Young Master's exclusive knight. Reporting for duty."
Time to register my residency in her womb soon. Wait... Baekseol? Baekseol??