Chapter 57: Please Fuck My Wife (3)
Translator: RaidenTL
Chapter 57: Please Fuck My Wife (3)
The next day, at a time a bit too early to be called lunch, Mikhail visited me again.
This time, he was alone.
Nevertheless, I noticed things I hadn't seen before: his face was a clear mask of anxiety and restlessness, and his fingernails bore the raw marks of being bitten down to the quick.
He really is living under her thumb, isn't he…
I don't necessarily believe a man must dominate a woman, but seeing him like this, I couldn't help but click my tongue inwardly.
Well… considering his opponent is the worst villainess in the Empire, I suppose it can't be helped. I even felt a flicker of sympathy and pity for him.
But then, those were the lips that had uttered the words, "Please defile my wife."
Since I was the one on the receiving end of that request, I was the first to break the silence.
"It is good to see you again, Lord Mikhail."
"Ah, yes. Yes. It’s… it’s good to see you too."
"Hmm… normally, I would try to ease the awkwardness with some small talk, but…"
"I… suppose so, yes."
"The story I heard yesterday was quite shocking, so I’d like to get straight to the point. Is that alright with you?"
"…Yes. In fact, that is why I came to see you, Lord Leon."
If you say so.
"Very well. Then, Lord Mikhail, why are you asking me to defile Lady Valeria? Exactly what kind of rumors have you heard about me?"
In truth, the only thing I was genuinely curious about was that last question.
As for why he wanted me to violate Valeria—well, it’s obvious. He lives his life being battered by her. To put it in perspective… it’s likely the natural psychological urge to see the bully who torments you get thoroughly humiliated.
The real question was why I had to be the one to do it.
Fortunately, he wasn't entirely slow-witted. Mikhail began to explain the rumors he had heard.
"That… I mentioned rumors, but to be precise, it is the result of my own investigation into you, Lord Leon…"
"An investigation into me?"
"Yes. The recent dismissal of the Imperial Knight Commander. That incident was the catalyst for my investigation."
Mikhail’s story went something like this:
The downfall of Loengram and the collapse of the Clausewitz family naturally sent massive shockwaves through the political world.
Fortunately, no one—including the Emperor—paid me any mind. But for Mikhail, the story was different.
"The resurgence of Lady Natalia. That was the point I focused on."
"I see. And why is that?"
"Because the fall of the Knight Commander and the ruin of the Sword Saint family all began the moment Lady Natalia made her comeback."
"Haha, if someone heard that, they’d think I was the one behind it all. Isn't that a bit of a stretch?"
"Of course, I thought it was a stretch too, until I met you in person… but seeing you with Lady Natalia, and hearing you boldly declare your love for her, made me certain."
"…Certain of what?"
"Certain that you, Lord Leon, are the one who brought the Sword Saint down."
Tsk… so it comes to this.
I didn't need to say it, but my relationship with Natalia wasn't exactly something we could shout from the rooftops.
Of course, Natalia had divorced Loengram, so she was free to meet and love whomever she chose.
However, that was the perspective of someone living in the 21st century.
Well, even if I went back to that moment, I’d make the same choice…
Still, I couldn't help the bitter taste in my mouth.
I was the man who had shattered a historic family that had produced generations of Knight Commanders, all just to bed one woman.
I had intended to never let that fact surface and thought I’d taken all the necessary precautions… but in the end, I’d let it slip out of my own mouth.
When my expression darkened, Mikhail, as expected, began to flounder and speak hurriedly.
"Ah, no, I—I’m not trying to interrogate you, Lord Leon. On—on the contrary…"
"On the contrary?"
"I… I admire you. Your handsome appearance, your commanding presence, the skill with which you brought down the Sword Saint family without shedding a single drop of blood, and finally… winning the love of someone as noble and beautiful as Lady Natalia…"
…For some reason, I felt a twinge of regret that Mikhail wasn't a woman.
If he were… no, now isn't the time for such thoughts.
Straightening my relaxed expression, I spoke again.
"Hmm… and that is why you asked me to defile Lady Valeria?"
"Yes… I know. I know how absurd it sounds…"
"It’s beyond absurd. Lord Mikhail, you are essentially asking me to die."
"…I—I am aware."
"And most importantly, Lady Valeria’s will is not reflected in your request at all. How is that any different from rape? Do you take me for a beast, Lord Mikhail?"
Now, as always, I haven't changed one bit.
What I desire is only a consensual forbidden relationship.
Consent is vital. It determines the very nature of the relationship.
That was why I didn't use my authority to crush Helena; I made her come into my arms of her own accord.
It was the same with Sitri, and the same with Natalia.
I made them agree to enter into a forbidden relationship with me.
In other words, consent can be drawn out, or a situation can be created where they have no choice but to agree. I hope you catch my drift.
That was why I hadn't shown Mikhail the door yet.
Even though I’d spat out sharp words—asking if he took me for a beast or if he was telling me to go die.
Because the form of the relationship is just that important.
To put it simply, I was more than willing to fuck Valeria.
As long as there was consent.
Meaning, if you bring Valeria back to this place.
I would gladly make her crawl on her knees and lick my boots.
The problem is, I can't just say that outright…
It was frustrating, tedious, and an excessively long way around, but it couldn't be helped.
As long as Mikhail held my weakness, I had to hold his as well.
This is why politics is so boring and predictable.
Regardless… Mikhail, who had kept his head bowed for a long time, slowly began to look up at me.
"That… I was prepared to leave immediately if you told me to…"
"I can make that happen if you wish."
"N-no. I see… ah… aha…!"
Oh… good. He’s much quicker on the uptake than I thought.
Well, I suppose he’d have to be to survive living with Valeria.
That bitch would be a million times more temperamental than I am.
Soon, the words I truly wanted to hear flowed from Mikhail’s mouth.
"Hearing your words, Lord Leon, I realize I acted a bit rashly. Yes… of course… when making such a request, I should have naturally consulted my wife’s wishes."
"Indeed. But… unfortunately, it seems Lady Valeria has no intention of ever visiting this place again."
"Ah, that… that should be fine. Actually, my wife said something last night. 'I will never forgive them, I will surely trample the heads of those two…' or something like that. To be honest, she said it while she was trampling me…"
"…Is that really 'fine'? For me, and for you, Lord Mikhail?"
"If it were anyone else, perhaps not, but I believe you will be fine, Lord Leon. My wife will definitely come back here. Oh, and I—I am fine. Being trampled is a daily occurrence for me."
Hmm, for better or worse, a husband is still a husband.
He sounds like someone who has watched Valeria from the closest possible distance.
To trample my head, she would have to put a leash on me and make me prostrate myself. And to put a leash on me, she needs to find a weakness.
And to find a weakness, she has to meet me, whether she likes it or not.
So, Mikhail was essentially saying this:
If you are the man who brought down the Sword Saint family while sitting still, wouldn't humiliating Valeria be well within your capabilities?
The answer I gave him was…
"VENI, VIDI, VICI."
"What… does that mean…?"
"It’s a quote from a famous general. I came, I saw, and… I conquered."
"Ah…!"
Mikhail looked like he was about to burst into tears as he stared at me.
Moreover, I caught a glimpse of numerous scars on his arm… some looked like burn marks… she didn't just hit him; she truly abused him.
I will gladly fix the habits of such a wicked woman.
"I… I have one last request."
"Yes. Go ahead."
"I will help you with anything you ask, Lord Leon. So… that…"
"It’s alright."
"…Yes, well… then… if everything is successful, could you… show me… that sight…?"
Hmm… what to do? I might consider other favors, but that one is a bit…
I have absolutely no intention of sharing my prey with anyone else.
…As if he had read my thoughts, Mikhail hurriedly pulled a crystal ball from his robe.
"Th-this is a magic tool that can record and replay the surrounding scenery. So, that is to say…"
"Ah~ I see. Haha, you should have shown me the item before you started talking."
"Haa… then…"
"Yes, I can certainly do that much."
"Th-thank you…! Ah, and the payment… how should I…?"
Who does this man think he's talking to?
Doesn't he know that both dust and money only get filthier the more they pile up?!
"Lord Mikhail."
"Yes…"
"I am not doing this for money. And… as you can see, I live quite comfortably."
"Ah, haha… of course… I have committed a great impoliteness to the son of the Konstanz family…"
"Still, that crystal ball does pique my interest."
"Of course, I intend to give you this crystal ball, as you will need it for the task."
Mikhail tentatively held out the crystal ball, and I smoothly tucked it into my coat.
Now… it seems we’ve said everything that needs to be said today.
"Hmm, it seems time has flown by."
"It has. Then… I shall return to the mansion. Ah, my wife will likely come alone this evening."
"Understood. Thank you."
Given his wit and judgment, I didn't need to tell him to make sure their paths didn't cross.
With that, I stood up first.
"I’ll see you out."
"Yes, thank you. Haa… finally…"
"Hahaha."