Chapter 15
Chapter 15
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 15
Chapter Title: Preparations for the Military Parade (2)
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Lillia didn't hold out much hope.
'My expectations for Master Julian are always high... but it's always been the same. These past few years, he's been nothing but a lazy good-for-nothing.'
Even the magic portraits he'd sent before were just recycled old ones or a few soulless ghostwritten letters.
When she finally pulled Julian's magic portrait from the envelope, Lillia nearly shot up from her chair.
"Oh my."
She was stunned beyond belief. But fortunately, she managed to suppress her reaction. Her maids were watching. And though they were maids, they were still the daughters of nobles.
Lillia had to maintain her dignity as a princess in front of them.
"What is it, Your Highness Lillia? Is it that ugly portrait of Count Julian again...?"
"No, Marie. It's just... such a stunning magic portrait."
"Your Highness is always too lenient with that count... Eek!"
Marie, the maid named after, leaped to her feet the moment she saw Julian's magic portrait.
"What's wrong, Marie?"
"I... I'm sorry... I wasn't expecting such a magic portrait. I apologize for my rudeness."
"It's fine. I was a little surprised myself."
Lillia understood completely, as she'd nearly made the same blunder.
Count Julian von Reinhardt's magic portrait captured a breathtakingly handsome man that anyone would gawk at.
'Good heavens. I knew Master Julian was handsome, but... what on earth is this portrait?'
Marie continued hesitantly.
"Ahem. This is strange. No matter how you look at it, the man in this portrait... is far too handsome. It's almost like they manipulated the magic portrait on purpose..."
"No way. Magic portrait technology isn't that advanced yet."
"Or maybe they dragged someone else in to pose instead of Count Julian..."
"No, Marie. Are you saying I can't even recognize my own fiancé's face?"
Lillia's refined features furrowed ever so slightly. It was an expression Marie had never seen on her before, so she quickly backpedaled.
"N... No, Your Highness. Upon closer inspection, it is indeed Count Julian's face."
"Yes. It's unmistakably Master Julian."
Lillia carefully gathered the five magic portraits of Julian. Then she pulled out the letter he'd sent from the envelope.
The volume was different from usual. This thickness suggested about thirty pages.
'How odd. If that woman ghostwrote it, she wouldn't need to write this much.'
Ghostwritten letters always followed the same style. An archaic tone befitting high nobility's etiquette.
But they were empty of any substance.
True to noble rhetoric, they ended with pleasantries. There was no hint of Julian's true feelings for Lillia.
'At the Pantheon, I'd occasionally run into Master Julian and hear his real thoughts. His words were rough, but he clearly cared about me.'
Mostly talk about her chest. But Lillia saw it as Julian's way of appealing to her as a woman.
So those letters couldn't have been his will. They didn't even express the slightest dissatisfaction.
Lillia had detected the subtle feminine sentiment hidden behind the elegant prose of the ghostwritten letters.
She already knew who wrote them.
The only woman close enough to Julian to ghostwrite his letters: Eirin.
That woman's letters always wrapped up everything neatly within ten pages, almost teasingly. But this one was far longer.
'What's going on here? I need to read it first.'
Lillia read the letter in silence. By the time she finished, she could barely contain her excitement.
"Wh... What is it, Your Highness? Did Count Julian fill the letter with rude remarks or something?"
"No, quite the opposite. It's filled with exactly the words I've been waiting for."
"Really?"
"Yes, truly. He apologized for all his past rudeness. And he reaffirmed that he still values our engagement."
"For real? That wastrel... I mean, Count Julian?"
Lillia's words fell on deaf ears for Marie. The content was precisely as she'd described.
But the tone was less florid than that woman's ghostwriting. Still, it maintained a polite, noble style fit for the imperial family.
More importantly, it addressed every point Julian needed to respond to at this juncture.
As the heir to the Border Count, it subtly emphasized his position while meticulously preserving the imperial family's and Lillia's dignity. A masterfully crafted letter.
"I'll show this to His Majesty as is. That should resolve his concerns."
"So... the engagement with Count Julian will continue?"
"Yes. It's a flawless apology letter without a single flaw. His Majesty will surely forgive past grievances when the Border Count's heir humbles himself like this."
Then Lillia addressed Marie and the other maids.
"Everyone, please leave me for a bit? Reading such a long letter after so long has tired me. I need to pray to the Goddess Medica to cleanse my mind."
"Understood, Your Highness Lillia."
Once the maids left and her room fell silent, Lillia picked up Julian's magic portraits again.
"Nngh... Ahhn... Master Julian... Ahh!!"
In the Holy Ramir Empire's imperial palace, Third Imperial Princess Lillia's bedchamber stood in stark contrast to the opulent surroundings elsewhere—relatively modest and unadorned.
Lillia, the princess renowned for her benevolence and gentle heart unfit for her exalted station. Her room reflected that fame: no unnecessary extravagance.
Yet spacious enough for any noble's chamber. And from that chamber echoed unexpected moans.
"Ahnng... Haaang♡... Master Julian♡... More than that vulgar, lowly maid... I... Haht♡!!"
Incredibly, Princess Lillia was vigorously masturbating right in the middle of her bed.
Lillia, revered across the empire as the future Saintess, whose conduct was always impeccable. It was an unimaginably lewd and explicit sight.
"Aang♡!!"
Stark naked, without even a slip. Lillia leaned against a large pillow, legs splayed in a crude M-shape.
One hand gripped her bursting massive breasts, the other relentlessly teased her swollen clit.
The bedsheet beneath her crotch was already soaked with her lewd juices, forming a shallow pond.
Lillia reached for the sheet and grabbed a magic portrait of Julian's tall, handsome figure.
She shoved it straight into her mouth.
"Hmph... Mmph... ♡!"
Scattered across the bedsheet amid the pussy juice stains were Julian's other magic portraits.
'Master Julian... My Julian...'
She often masturbated thinking of him. As a priestess of the God of Medicine, Medica, and a healer, she possessed proper sexual knowledge despite being a princess.
Of course, satisfying natural urges like this alone was perfectly healthy.
Though she had no idea if the other priestesses did the same...
The object of her fantasies was always Julian. As her fiancé, it was hardly improper, she always thought.
'I haven't seen Master Julian at all during winter break... It's too much. I'm going crazy!'
Contrary to public perception, Princess Lillia truly liked Julian—not just as a political match between nobles, but as a man.
In fact, she was utterly smitten.
'No one as handsome exists... not in the Holy Empire... not on the entire Iisland Continent!'
Though at the Pantheon, he wandered around with that bizarre face and outfit no one could comprehend.
Lillia, who had met Julian as a child and become engaged, knew full well how stunning his true appearance was.
She was particularly drawn to men's faces.
"Heeup... Hooop!"
This time, she switched hands. Fingers slick with her juices headed for her nipples.
Breasts so enormous that even an adult man's two hands might not fully grasp one. Yet they retained their elegant teardrop shape and firmness even lying down. Perfect tits.
Her pale pink areolas and nipples—perfectly proportioned, not too big or small—elevated them to ideal beauty.
Not overly wide despite the size. No grander breasts could exist. Lethally tempting, soul-stealing tits.
Lillia slathered her sticky juices over her nipples, rubbing vigorously. The chilling thrill made her drop the portrait from her mouth.
"Aang... Aang... Haang... ♡... Master Julian... Fuck me... Hurry and pound this slutty... virgin pussy... This noble princess pussy... Plunge in deep... ♡..."
She uttered words unworthy of a Saintess candidate. Her mind was filled with thoughts of Julian's cock she'd never seen.
'Master Julian's precious cock... It must be so massive... and magnificent...'
Lillia's masturbation built toward climax.
"Haang... That... filthy, vulgar slut... Turning angel-like... Master Julian into... a wastrel... a total scumbag..."
And as always during her sessions, she cursed that irritating woman with genuine venom.
The Julian she'd met as a child was a mischievous brat, but not the utter wastrel he was now.
But last year's shocking displays in the capital and Pantheon...
It had to be that wicked seductress Eirin manipulating him from behind, corrupting him into a wastrel.
'I hear she holds a decent position in the Border Count's estate... but she's just a lowly commoner slut... And yet she's always glued to Master Julian's side, glaring arrogantly...'
Eirin was polite to her face, showing due respect to imperial blood.
But that haughty, indifferent expression lacked sincere reverence for the princess.
Always eyeing her like she was dissecting her bit by bit. Unnerving.
"Haang... A woman like that... Better than a woman like that... I love Master Julian more... Haaaang!!!"
Fueled by enmity toward her rival, Lillia moved her hand faster. She finally reached orgasm.
"Uwaang!!"
Her hips bucked wildly, squirting fiercely.
Flushed red from the ecstasy, Princess Lillia collapsed onto the bed.
This secret side of her remained unknown to all.
In Border Count Wilhelm's estate, the grand dining hall.
The two Reinhardts dined together.
"Julian. I heard about the incident in Reinhime. You mended things with Otto and his son Philip?"
"Yes, my lord."
"Well done. That father-son duo has tailored for the Reinhardt line for generations—skilled artisans. And the White Night Knights hold the uniforms they craft in high regard."
"I know. I've already sent a separate gift and recovery wishes to Philip, the tailor's son recovering from his ordeal."
Julian had used his own funds for a short note and gift to the man he'd whipped severely.
Border Count Wilhelm beamed with satisfaction, his smile unwavering.
"Excellent. And with the upcoming military parade, they'll have plenty of work. Not just any knight wears their uniforms. Per White Night tradition, only those reaching new realms or earning great merit receive them."
Knightly realms, that is. Knights were typically divided into four stages based on converting innate mana into combat-ready aura.
'In Demon King's Son, it was Aura User, Expert, Master, Grand Master.'
Grand Masters were rare across the continent. The Lion Duke before him was one.
To me, he was just a doting grandfather. I said to him,
"My lord, that reminds me—I have something to say."
"Something to say? Out with it."
"For this military parade... I'll participate too."
Wilhelm's eyes widened as he stared at me. A look of utter bewilderment unbecoming a Grand Master.