Chapter 306
Translator: crow
Chapter Title: 10 Years Later (7)
“Get in there quick.”
I handed over the extortion gang members I’d caught to the knight order.
At first, the imperial knights eyed me suspiciously as I entered in my dress shirt and broken glasses.
Some of them, spotting my sly eyes and trademark smirk, figured I was one of them and tried to cuff me too.
But then a senior knight came in right behind, recognized me, and hurriedly chewed out the rookies.
“Hey, you idiots…!! Do you even know who that is!?”
The knights only released me after that deafening roar made their ears ring.
And only after seeing their boss bowing his head in a panic did they finally bow theirs too.
“S-Sorry, Your Highness the Archduke…!! These guys just joined this week, so they didn’t know.”
“It’s fine, it’s fine. Been a while since I’ve seen handcuffs—gave me a thrill.”
The boss ordered his men to lock up the extortion gang, then escorted me to the vice-captain’s office.
At the same time, he cautiously asked about my comment on the handcuffs.
“But has Your Highness ever been in handcuffs yourself?”
I waved it off with a tsk and a chuckle at his question.
Then, with a distant look in my eyes, I dropped a cryptic line.
“No, but there are some people who’d beg to put them on me…”
“Oh…”
The boss stared at me blankly for a moment.
His eyes mixed confusion at what he’d just heard with deep envy.
“Ahem… So, is the vice-captain in?”
“Yes, though she didn’t seem in the best mood today…”
The imperial knight order’s squad leader knocked on the vice-captain’s door.
After a brief silence, a curt voice replied.
“Who is it.”
“It’s me… Vice-Captain, I’ve brought a guest for you.”
Even after he answered, no response came.
The squad leader, used to it, slowly swung the door open.
“Go on in. Silence means it’s fine.”
“Thanks.”
I strolled in leisurely, hands clasped behind my back.
There she was—not diligently at her desk with paperwork…
But Miyas, shoving her chair back hard.
“Huh, Veil…?”
She’d supposedly been in a foul mood just moments ago.
Yet the instant our eyes met, her gaze softened like a black cat reuniting with its owner.
“Were you sleeping? You look tired.”
“No way. Who’s tired—”
The squad leader, witnessing her friendly demeanor up close, clapped a hand over his mouth.
Then he slipped out quietly and shut the office door.
“What brings you here? Shouldn’t you be resting at this hour?”
“Oh, ran into some bad guys after a while, so I nabbed ’em.”
I brushed it off with a wave.
Following her gesture, I sank into the leather sofa in front of her desk.
“So that’s why you’re full of energy. Our junior’s always slacking, but when something like this comes up, no one’s more gung-ho.”
Even after we married, Miya rarely used terms like “honey” or “hubby.”
Word was, calling me “junior” or “Veil” got her more excited.
Ten years on, and she still hadn’t changed.
“So, should I act a bit bad to make you even more eager?”
The black bobbed cat-like woman flashed a grin.
The mole under her eye crinkled seductively with it.
“Joking…”
I forced a smile and sprawled out on the sofa.
Miya rose from her seat and leaned her elbows on the top of it.
She rested her sharp jaw on the back of her hand.
Staring down at my defenseless, prone form.
Like a curious, sharp-eyed cat.
“Weird.”
“What is?”
Miya eyed my dress shirt intently.
Then poked my stomach with a finger.
“You love lounging like this, but not a single ounce of flab. Unfair. I have to work out every day to stay in shape.”
Fair point—the only knight among my wives, Miya had a figure pretty much on par with the other five.
They’d only grown more feminine and sensual with every night of passion.
Miya stayed toned and full of vitality.
“Healthy’s good, right? You’re still perfectly slim yourself, senior.”
“Am I…?”
But.
She grabbed my arm gently at my words.
Guiding my hand into her dress shirt.
Right to her lower belly.
My fingers slipped past the soft pantyhose to the beautiful curve of her abdomen.
The moment they did…
“What do I do? Mine’s just gonna keep sticking out more.”
She was a month along with our second child.
No maternity leave yet—she was still fully on duty.
“Ahem… It’s barely showing at all?”
“No way. I can feel it kicking already.”
Senior Miya guided my hand inside her taut shirt, circling it clockwise softly.
The warm, smooth feel of her belly danced under my fingertips.
“Our first started kicking like crazy at two months too.”
“Yeah. Mika was the same. Craved fruit like mad.”
Miya pinched my floppy bangs lightly.
Then shook her head side to side playfully.
“Does number two want anything?”
“Hmm… Not sure, but chocolate’s on the brain lately—keeps making my mouth water.”
Miya parted her full, rosy lips.
Her hot breath tickled my nose.
From countless nights together, her tongue moved with incredible flexibility.
Nothing like our first kiss back when we were twenty—lewd beyond belief.
“Just chocolate?”
I bolted upright and said.
Miya giggled and nodded.
“Yeah—our second says that’ll do.”
The imperial vice-captain teasing me with formal speech.
In that rare moment, I started to head out.
But.
As I moved to leave, Miya tossed out a loaded line.
“Oh. Dad’s coming to the capital tonight?”
“Huh…? Dad means…”
I’d crushed extortion gangs storming in, shrugged off bandits raiding my territory.
But Father coming here himself?
Chills hit just thinking about it—I whipped around to stare at Miya.
“W-What’s up all of a sudden…?”
“He’s pissed you keep dumping our eldest on him while you gallivant. Said he’ll smash your head in with his mace—?”
Miya said the brutal words casually.
She apparently didn’t know about my bloody brawls alongside Father.
“Ugh… Talk him down, please…!! I can’t help it. I’m already rotating through our nine kids every other day…!”
“Dunno… He’s even more annoyed about that. ‘Why so many kids?’ he says.”
Yeah, I couldn’t fathom how I’d ended up with this many kids in just ten years either.
Though, thinking about it, it made sense.
My wives took turns visiting—almost like they’d scheduled it weekly, nightly.
Plus, despite their higher ranks, they always showed up with fresh events, making it impossible to say no.
Even this seductive office senior right here was no different.
Two months ago, when she got pregnant with our second, she’d come to my room in her old academy uniform.
“Missed dropping out, so I tried it on… Junior.”
Straddling me with those plush thighs…
I wouldn’t have held back even before marriage.
Lea’s maid outfit, Irina’s nurse getup too.
Varied like they’d researched it, obedient only at night—no one could resist.
That’s why I get nothing but envy comments despite dragging around a horde of kids…
“Got it… What time’s he arriving…?”
I sighed deeply and asked; Miya raised her index finger.
“Dinnertime. Said everyone’s eating together at the Heavenly Palace?”
“Wait. ‘Everyone’…?”
She nodded at me.
“Yeah, His Highness the Grand Duke and Father too.”
“Senior, did I mess up recently or something?”
Hearing all the fathers-in-law were gathering tonight made me flash back through my life.
Dazed, half out of it, I shuffled down the hall to buy Miya’s chocolate.
“See you later—.”
She walked me to the door with a smile.
I nodded vaguely and headed down the stairs.
“Yeah… I’ll be back…”
I passed imperial knights coming up on the way down.
They gazed fondly at Miya’s alluring yet pure smile.
“Didn’t know Vice-Captain Miya could make that face.”
“Yeah, scary as hell on duty, but adorable with His Highness the Archduke.”
But when their eyes met hers, the junior knights flinched.
By the time I’d reached the first floor, Miya was back to her icy vice-captain self.
“You lot on duty—why are you in the hall?”
“J-Just stepping out for a smoke, we’re late…”
Smoke.
At the word, Miya smirked and clamped their shoulders hard.
“Sword experts not even mid-tier yet, and you’ve got time for smokes—?”
“W-We’ll get right back!!”
Strange thing.
All my wives, Miya included, were ice-cold on the job.
But at night, they turned into different people.
「――――――」
That night.
I headed to the Heavenly Palace to report crushing the extortion gang and answer His Highness the Grand Duke’s summons.
My wives had all arrived already—ma Carriages lined the entrance.
“They’re all here already…”
But among them wasn’t just my wives’—one other carriage stood out.
The luxurious black one I’d gifted the “Mace Baron” at my wedding.
“Phew…”
I took a deep breath inside and walked the Heavenly Palace halls.
The moment I entered the banquet hall.
Beautiful women sat facing each other along the long table.
They all smiled brightly at me in unison.
Lea, Irina, Lydia.
Miya and Mago too.
Everyone except Christina, back home in Bakal.
At the head of the table sat Baron Greta and Grand Duke Leonhardt.
They’d ‘kindly’ placed my nameplate right between them.
「Welcome, Veil.」
“Veil Mikhail greets His Highness the Grand Duke.”
The seventy-year-old Conqueror King rose from his chair.
Ten years later, his grand aura remained rock-solid.
Baron Greta was the same.
Just past fifty, he’d apparently started exercising—his gut had shrunk.
“Been a while, Mikhail.”
“Father-in-law, thank you for the long trip.”
「Hardship… You’ve got it worse watching the kids.」
His Highness the Grand Duke said with a kindly smile.
Luckily, the fathers-in-law didn’t seem too upset.
Relieved, I approached them leisurely.
With my sly, fox-like grin.
But.
As a ten-year married man, I sensed it instinctively.
The closer I got.
A vague killing intent started radiating from them.
「We called you here today about a request from Bakal.」
His Highness the Grand Duke handed me a state document from the table.
The front page was clearly in Christina’s handwriting.
「Princess Christina says the Great King’s birthday is soon and wants you there. What do you think?」
‘Oh yeah, Third Father-in-Law’s birthday…!!’
Of course I should go to Bakal’s War King birthday bash.
It’d mean being away at least a few weeks—blissful time.
But…
My wives’ gazes warned all my senses.
If I said yes, I’d face a ‘big punishment’ on return.
Probably nightly events dialed up.
“Hahaha… Of course family duty says go, but I’m not sure yet.”
I scratched my head and diffused with a hearty, married-man laugh.
Then gazed wistfully at my wives and added.
“With such lovely wives, I feel so bad leaving for days…”
「Still, Christina’s your wife too—shouldn’t you attend your father-in-law’s feast at least once?」
Leonhardt smiled kindly at me.
Patted my shoulder, saying it’d be good diplomatically too.
‘Jackpot—!!’
Only when his genuine hand touched did I cheer inwardly.
Bakal was famous for northern watermelons and highland farming.
Could learn techniques, relax fully.
“Really…? Considering diplomacy between realms, maybe going’s best—.”
I tossed it out slyly, riding the emperor’s goodwill.
But that instant.
「Oh?」
The emperor eyed me coldly, like I’d finally taken the bait.
Baron Greta too.
The two fathers-in-law stared me down murderously, like foxhunters closing in.
‘Not this…?!’
My wives, sensing a Bakal trip vibe, pondered with their beautiful eyes.
Smirking slyly, like they’d clear schedules to follow.