Chapter 155: I Think Being a Duke Might Be Nice Too.
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 155: I Think Being a Duke Might Be Nice Too.
When they mentioned they had prepared plane tickets, I assumed it would be a standard flight. However, the luxury sedan that came to pick us up didn't head toward the orbital elevator, but toward a secluded ground-level airport.
"There are airports on the ground too?"
"Unlike the common airports located at the orbital elevators, there are separate private airports for personal jets to come and go," explained the sister sitting upright in the passenger seat, her muscles looking quite formidable.
"Alicia Noona docked her private airship at the orbital elevator, didn't she?"
"That’s because she’s the CEO. Strictly speaking, she should be paying a fine for that."
Being the cancerous dregs of society—the Mafia—it seemed they played by their own rules, well above the law. I had heard that Ophelia Noona’s Ducal Family was impressive, but it felt like they had a bit less clout than Alicia.
"...Good lord."
Or so I thought, until I saw the sleek fuselage of the aircraft before my eyes. Compared to the ultra-luxurious cruise airship Alicia always teased me with, this was certainly smaller in scale.
However, starting from its size—roughly three large buses joined together—the elegant, straight lines, clearly designed by someone who understood aerodynamics, began to drive me wild.
To put it simply, while a cruise ship doesn't necessarily feel "cool," this was the kind of plane that satisfied a military aesthetic—the kind that makes you geek out over battleships. No, something resembling a fighter jet was waiting for me.
"How much... does this cost?"
"Since it's a custom craft, I don't know the market price, but the production cost was..."
The guide sister beside me quoted an absurd amount. It was fifty percent more expensive than that mediocre, oversized cruise airship Alicia, that crazy bitch, kept taunting me with.
It seemed it was time to change my future plans. I had intended to live as a gigolo, rotating through the cancerous cartel sisters of society, but at this rate, taking the "Sister's Friend" route and playing the role of a Duke didn't seem so bad either.
With the attendants on standby and Grasha present, I couldn't exactly play any lewd pranks on Mom. So, while I was sipping a drink and wondering what would be served for the in-flight meal, the craft suddenly shook violently.
"Are we crashing!?"
"Hieeeek?!"
I had unintentionally triggered the youngest, who had a fear of heights. Gracia clung to me in terror.
"Oppa can't save you! Cling to Mom!"
"Oppa-aaa!"
The brat was useless to the end. In a situation where we both needed to cling to Mom to survive, she just hugged me tight with her ridiculous strength.
"...Children, it's just because we're decelerating before arrival... Calm down."
Mom’s face was flushed red. Seeing her at a loss with an expression that said we were just too cute, I looked around. The sisters who had been standing as attendants throughout the flight (which hadn't even lasted long enough for a single meal) were stifling their laughter with their heads turned away.
—We have arrived at our destination. Landing is in progress.
Only the voice of the female pilot echoed through the embarrassing space. The youngest blinked her green eyes and looked back and forth between Mom and me.
"We're... not crashing?"
At times like this, I had to take the position of acting surprised just to tease her.
"We are! They said we're all going to die now!"
"Uhek?! Waaaaah!"
The youngest started wailing. The attendant sisters couldn't hold it back anymore and started snickering.
"Y-You shouldn't make your sister cry... Yong-hwan..."
"Mom said we're all dead now!"
"Waaaaah!"
The brat sobbed until her feet touched the ground, but as soon as she confirmed we were safe, she lunged at me.
"We didn't crash!!!"
Even if I reinforced my physical abilities with the mana I'd gained from consuming the Ten-Thousand-Year Fire Carp Inner Core and the Ice Essence, I couldn't withstand the physical assault of this brat—who possessed an ignorant amount of mana and was, believe it or not, hailed as a genius spellcaster.
Knocked back by a "Spear"—a shoulder tackle—delivered straight to my solar plexus in her rage, I ended up rolling across the airport runway.
"Gracia. Even if you're angry, you mustn't hit your brother."
"Oppa!!! Oppa!!! He said we were crashing!!! He scared me by saying we were crashing!!!"
The kid, who was entering elementary school next year, still had terrible habits. She didn't beat me up whenever she was bored, but to deliver a Spear just because I teased her a little—this was a failure of home education.
Was it because I hadn't been properly filial to Mom? Was it because I hadn't properly disciplined Mom with my dick? I felt incredibly wronged by Mom’s attempt to end it with a simple scolding.
The punishment for the brat who used violence against her brother was too light. I really needed to call Alicia soon and get Mom loaded with drugs or alcohol.
After nursing my pain and boarding the limousine waiting for us, I suddenly snapped to my senses. I spoke to the guide sister who still occupied the passenger seat.
"How many minutes has it been since we boarded the plane?"
The time she quoted was barely enough to finish a meal.
"How much further to the Ducal Estate by car?"
"It depends on the destination, but if you mean the La Croix Estate, we have already arrived. This entire area is the private property of the La Croix family."
My curiosity was piqued by the buildings densely packed around us. I pointed to a large building we were passing quickly.
"What's that building?"
"It's a research building. We research various things, but that should be the 6th building, which focuses primarily on Magitech."
"Then... from here... to over there... it's all research buildings?"
I pointed from one end of the buildings on the horizon to the other.
"Of course."
I was starting to find the concept of a Ducal Family terrifying. No, I was starting to like it. The title of Duke seemed like it would be quite nice.
"So that means there are resident staff and commuters and everything?"
"We provide dormitories, and a Hyperloop is installed underground heading toward the city center. As for the exact number of personnel, I cannot disclose that as research and experimental staff numbers are classified."
While I stood there with my mouth agape at the guide sister's kind explanation, Mom was busy looking after the sulking Grasha, seemingly unbothered.
"If the distance to the destination is far, can't we go by plane or some other transport?"
"Flight is currently restricted because the Knight Order is training. A mock battle between Lady Ophelia and Lady Iris is in full swing."
A Knight Order meant experts in the art of serial killing who specialized in swordplay, but I couldn't quite understand why flight would be restricted just because those types were running around.
Actually...
Boom!
A cloud of dust rose in the distance as if a bomb had exploded.
"Oh? Iris Noona must be over there, Grasha."
Mom acted as if it were nothing, picking Grasha up by the waist and directing her gaze out the window.
"Big sister is?"
"Yes, I just felt Iris's Sword Qi."
Mom was talking nonsense. What did an inferior elf like her know? I really needed to punish her by pounding her womb with my Great Dick until she learned her place.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The luxury car smoothly turned through a twelve-lane intersection, heading toward the source of the explosions.
"It should be finishing up soon."
"Yes, it seems to have gone on quite a bit longer than scheduled... but it appears so."
Seeing the guide sister agree, it seemed she had probably killed a fair share of people herself. Being able to sense who was fighting whom from this distance was no ordinary ability.
Several more massive explosions rang out, and clouds of dust repeatedly erupted before finally beginning to settle as we arrived.
The place where we stepped out of the car was still thick with dust, and just as I was wondering how long we'd have to wait inside after being told to stay put...
Pitter... patter... pitter-patter... Shaaaaaa!
Rain began to fall from the sky. I was used to seeing fountains erupting from between women's legs, but it had been a while since I'd seen natural rain. No, wondering if rain could really fall with such perfect timing, I looked at the guide sister.
"Don't tell me... is this artificial rain?"
"Yes, using localized artificial rain is the fastest way to clear the dust."
Long live Magitech.
It didn't take as long as I expected for the dust to clear thanks to the artificial rain, and by the time we stepped out of the car, the sun was shining pleasantly.
After getting out, I saw a blonde figure shouting and directing people. Looking closer, she had drill-hair. It seemed to be Ophelia de La Croix.
Since she was the noble sister who would make me a Duke, I ran toward her immediately.
"We'll end the training here. Today's session was intense, so transport the injured quickly, and—hm?"
Sensing my presence, the perverted sister's friend—who was showing off her figure in a body stocking after casually tossing off her armor—looked our way.
"Ophelia Noona!"
The breast flesh bulging out from the side of her armor looked delicious. Since training was over, there was no need to keep the heavy breastplate on, and Ophelia stripped it off immediately.
"Yong-hwan! You're here!"
The areolas were practically visible through the body stocking, but the sister's friend, showing no shame, grabbed me by the armpits and pulled me into a hug. The sensation of the body stocking, drenched in sweat and rainwater, felt so good that I subtly pressed my knee against Ophelia's breast.
"Have you been well?"
"Yeah! Yeah! Thanks for inviting me!"
The young lady of the Ducal Family, who seemed to like my aegyo, looked truly delicious as she beamed at me.