Wolf of Ruin
"Wolf of Ruin, Eskalia—four years after her subjugation…."
Everyone gazed up at the goddess-like figure standing on the lavish, ornate platform, listening intently to her words.
Princess Aira. The youngest daughter of King Keder, the leading candidate for the next queen handling most state affairs, and the kingdom's number one in the power hierarchy… Well, in the kingdom, stating that out loud was just a waste of breath.
"We are being tested once again."
The audience consisted of carefully selected patriotic kingdom citizens, high school students from the Royal Academy Deseval, and members of the kingdom's knight orders—currently without their captain. There were even guests from other nations.
"Is she the queen of the Rune Kingdom?"
Amid women in white uniforms wearing masks over their eyes, a white-haired woman dressed in pure white spoke up.
"Not yet."
The masked man beside her replied quietly.
"After this selection tournament ends, there'll be a coronation."
It was entirely predictable. The Hero Selection Tournament was a grand event. Heads of state from various countries gathered, along with the finest talents from the empire, holy kingdom, and our own realm, all competing to determine who was the best.
"If we all survive that long, anyway."
"…There are many ears listening, Lady Lorensia."
Lorensia smiled as if amused.
"It's true, though, Creg. What if the Demon King suddenly appears and kidnaps the princess?"
With that, she turned her gaze back to the platform.
"The ominous harbinger of the Demon King has appeared right here in the city where we live."
"……If I were standing up there right now, I would've been shaking."
"But I won't hide or run away. I'll stand with all of you. Defeating the Demon King is our noble duty that we cannot evade."
"Ooh…!"
"Lady Aira!"
"Long live Lady Aira!"
"Long live the kingdom!"
Aira gazed at the ecstatic crowd with a gentle smile. Her violet hair shimmered like the beautiful hue of a pansy, and her dress could barely contain her vulgar, voluptuous figure. It wouldn't be awkward at all to say the secret to her solid support base was simply 'popularity.'
"Look at the princess's tits…."
"Makes me feel patriotic even if I wasn't before."
"That ass too…. Haa…. I wanna grab that waist from behind."
The crude dirty talk trailed after her like a tail. In the Rune Kingdom, where women resembling the princess set the standard for beauty, it wasn't all that strange.
This popularity campaign had shown signs as early as when she was ten, with rumors swirling that her beauty was otherworldly. She realized it at fifteen, during the summer, when even the gazes of her ever-respectful attendants turned lecherous. If a naive princess who didn't even know what a man's body looked like could notice, it meant they were staring openly.
It was a sensitive time, so hanging them all for blasphemy wouldn't have been odd. But the princess forgave them knowingly.
With a heart as vast and generous as her huge breasts. Even from a position where she could execute anyone for casually uttering a royal name.
Instead, she wondered: What if I use this popularity? And she put it into action. Rather than hunting down every bastard who muttered about wanting to fuck her.
She wielded that influence in politics. When the beautiful princess declared, I won't run away. I won't hide, it was perfect for igniting men's hearts.
It masterfully soothed the unease of those panicking, The Demon King's in the city. We're all fucked, right?
"I believe in the generation of White Flame that the Rune Kingdom prides itself on. I know you citizens feel the same."
"Waaah!!"
The academy students representing Deseval puffed up with pride.
"We are the nation of the world's bravest knights and descendants of heroes. I hope each of you faithfully fulfills your role from your position."
Even amid the chaotic cheers, Aira never lost her smile.
"Haa…."
Glova, on guard duty today, couldn't smile despite the princess's stunning figure. Was protecting her a complaint? Far from it. Guarding a princess straight out of a painting was every knight's dream. In fact, the White Flame Knights' morale was through the roof! No suspicious characters could even be spotted within a hundred meters of Aira.
It was that meticulous. Once the safe opening ceremony for the Hero Selection Tournament began, all Glova had to do was stand sternly… but his mind was filled with the conversation he'd had with the princess the night before.
Princess….
That day, too, Glova couldn't go home and was working with the guards. The investigators who'd gone below to probe the disappearance cases hadn't returned. Something lurked under the manhole. Not a ghost—most likely a monster. Time for the White Flame Knights to step in.
The problem? Why was an unreliable blond middle-aged guy like him in charge instead of their capable captain?
Everyone was watching him… He couldn't think of going home to his waiting wife, and his head had been pounding these past few days.
When the hell is the captain coming back?
Deep into the night. Just as he tried to catch an hour's sleep in the makeshift barracks, someone knocked.
Glova, who wouldn't have greeted even a goddess kindly, opened the door.
*Jiggle.*
…His jaw dropped at the sight of breasts filling his vision. Until he recognized the gray bobbed hair and realized it was the prickly house warden. Up to that point, it was great. Just the fact that a big-titted beauty visited his room late at night was enough to make any man happy.
"House Warden? What brings you here?"
Glova's voice trembled faintly. Delia stared at him with a businesslike expression, but if even a seductive word escaped her lips, he wasn't sure he could hold out.
'Can I come in?'
That one phrase, and it was over. Delia's allure was that lethal. Her usually nagging lips looked even more seductive in the dead of night.
Get a grip, you idiot.
Diana would be sleeping alone sadly tonight, and here he was, a husband, getting swayed by another woman's rack.
Still, there were things no man could resist. Couldn't she cover up that cleavage before coming? He imagined snapping at her for shaking those tits while visiting a man's room.
Then Delia spoke.
"Vice Captain Glova. The princess summons you."
……Sleep vanished instantly. Even a bold married man like Glova, who dared lewd fantasies about Delia's breasts.
The reason he couldn't be thrilled by the even more beautiful princess's summons was simple.
She was his boss's boss….
"…Vice Captain Glova?"
When no reply came right away, the stern house warden called again, a hint of irritation showing.
The moment she crossed her arms under those huge tits was devastatingly fatal, but Glova's mind was elsewhere.
"Ah…. Yes. I'll prepare right away…."
"Come immediately."
"……Yes."
Glova glanced at his disheveled state and sighed.
Good thing I didn't strip and lie down.
He followed behind Delia, who walked with her back straight and dignified. To anyone watching, he looked utterly cowed.
Fuck, did I screw up…?
No matter how he racked his brain, he hadn't done anything wrong….
Fuck, he had tons! Especially regarding the princess.
Whenever bored with the guys, they'd chat about the princess's gorgeous tits.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
I'm done for. Screwed.
Did those bastards rat him out? The stuff about her perfect pregnancy body?
Too many guilty spots, but maybe because it was the dead of night?
Summoning a man alone at this hour?
Healthy male delusions and misconceptions wriggled to life.
Driving me crazy.
What if the lonely princess couldn't sleep and called for company? Could he refuse those violent breasts?
What kind of job had this many temptations? Normally, seeing your boss's boss should make you nauseous.
But the princess's pretty face was honestly… a healing treasure of humanity just to look at.
Everyone thought so. The Rune Kingdom was known as the land of knights, but other countries called it the land where beauties plowed fields—meaning tons of hotties.
Whether true or not, the biggest reason for that rep was the princess.
"This is the princess's room."
Delia stopped at the door. She spun sharply with military precision, glaring at Glova.
"Today, I'm the only one who knows Vice Captain Glova entered here."
……What did that mean? Come to think of it, no one on the way here.
No guards on the path to the princess's room…?
Meaning total secrecy? Glova's heart pounded wildly.
"Vice Captain Glova. Answer."
"Ah, yes. Understood."
"…Keep your mouth shut."
Delia's cold gaze brimmed with distrust. It clearly showed her assessment of his character—even if she didn't know about the dirty talk aimed at the princess.
"……."
Shrunk down, Glova clasped his hands politely.
"Yes…."
"It's Delia, Princess. May I enter?"
"Yes."
The princess's voice came from inside.
Alone in a room with the princess. In the same room as the princess….
Glova was already out of his mind. Dizzy enough he couldn't tell if the floor was solid, carpet, or jelly.
This is… where the princess sleeps every night….
*Sniff sniff.*
Instinctively, he inhaled the scent. The faint aroma of premium tea leaves, carefully brewed daily by attendants, mingled subtly.
Aira sat at the tea table by the window in an evening dress, admiring the night view.
"Sorry to call you out in the middle of your busy schedule, Vice Captain."
"N-no, it's fine!"
"Shh."
She pressed a finger to her lips with a gesture and gave a slight smile.
I'm losing it. She's fucking gorgeous.
If he hadn't repeated I'm the vice captain a hundred times in his head, he'd have stared dumbfounded.
"Delia, you may go."
"……."
Delia seemed to see right through Glova's inner turmoil, piercing his profile with distrustful eyes.
Glova could only stand at attention like a recruit, sweating bullets.
"Delia, you know this talk has to be just between us."
"…I'll wait outside."
I'll be right at the door, so don't try anything stupid. That's how it sounded to Glova.
"Sit in front of me, Vice Captain."
"I-I'm fine here."
He started loud to be clear, but trailed off remembering her 'shh.'
Men turn into fools before a beauty, as they say.
"Don't be so tense. I didn't call you to punish you."
Then a reward?
What kind of reward at this hour? Glova barely reined in his rampaging fantasies.
"Please sit."
"I'll listen standing, Princess."
A lowly vice captain sitting with the princess? Absurd.
No matter how considerate the princess, subordinates couldn't cross lines.
But today, even Aira showed no sign of yielding.
"…Sigh. Fine. Then I'll stand."
"I'll sit."
Only then did Aira smile, seemingly satisfied.