Chapter 2
Chapter 2
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 2
Chapter Title: Young Lord of the Border Count Family (2)
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A neatly penned letter. It was filled with words I couldn't make sense of.
"The radiant glory of two houses stretching back from the ancient dawn of the Holy Empire. Bestowed by the grace of our lord god Jedi at the break of day..."
It seemed packed with fancy flourishes. But to an ordinary Earthling like me, it might as well have been alien gibberish.
All I could guess was that it was a letter full of overly roundabout metaphors.
Still, judging from the game, it's probably about my betrothal to Lillia.
Lillia, the Third Imperial Princess. I glanced back at her photo—the magic portrait.
Soft honey-blonde hair like spun silk. Round, puppy-like eyes with a cute shape and clear blue irises.
Yet beyond that cuteness was a young woman with an incredibly kind and intelligent gaze.
Is it because it's a photo? She's way prettier than her in-game illustration.
Among the handful of players of Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire, Princess Lillia was dubbed the "Milf Princess."
Fitting for the future saintess, she had a compassionate personality. And her portrait especially emphasized that voluptuous pair of bountiful hills.
Princess Lillia was the owner of such ample, nurturing breasts that just looking at her evoked a reverent sense of maternal warmth.
It was healing, alright. No, save the appreciation for later.
In any case, within the game, Princess Lillia was beloved everywhere in the empire.
Meanwhile, Julian was the poster child for depravity. If he'd just stayed holed up in his territory, the rumors might not have spread so far.
But this guy enrolled in the Holy Academy 'Pantheon' in the capital. From then on, he pulled every insane stunt imaginable, earning infamy across the capital.
So I need to understand that letter's contents right now.
In Demon King's Son, it was just a vague "send a reply" command. But this was reality. I had to judge and act for myself.
Which means I should use the system, obviously.
I'd just confirmed the shop existed. And from the earlier incident with Eirin, some quest must have completed—with GP as a reward.
I found the perfect use for that GP.
Touching the alert window to read the description, the trait seemed like a kind of skill. And with the MP—Mana Points—I'd gained from the earlier reward, activating it was no issue.
I immediately triggered the 'Ordinary Noble Scion' trait.
Something throbbed near my heart. Mana had been used.
I picked up the princess's letter again. Right then, I could tell the trait had activated.
Yep, now it makes sense.
The letter must have been written in so-called noble tongue. Nobles were probably like politicians—vague and circumspect was the norm.
With the 'Ordinary Noble Scion' trait granting the proper refinement, the letter flowed effortlessly, surprisingly so.
It was a 20-page letter, but summing it up simply:
[Surely you take our betrothal seriously as well. If so, I look forward to seeing a changed you come the new semester. Should you remain the same, the imperial family and Border Count family will have no choice but to consider annulment. I await your reply. -Lillia-]
Holy shit.
Chills ran down my spine. I'd nearly fucked up bad. Without this trait, I'd have missed the point and been doomed. That split-second decision saved me.
The princess was Julian's lifeline. Annulment with a holy princess like her would make Border Count Wilhelm abandon all hope in him.
Then disinheritance and a bad end.
There were various bad ends, but they all led to death. Calming my shock, I spoke to Head Butler Liberto.
"I've reviewed the letter's contents. I'll prepare a reply to Princess Lillia soon."
"Pardon?"
That was the moment. Liberto's elegant mustache twitched as he recoiled in surprise at my response.
"Y-Young Lord? What did you just say?"
"Pardon? I merely said I've confirmed the letter's contents."
"Normally, you call letters from royals and nobles trash and tear them up unread. You always said they made no sense no matter how many times you read them."
Apparently, Julian lacked even basic noble refinement.
The Border Count ranks with a grand duke in the Holy Empire. And his heir couldn't read a single letter?
Julian or traitless me—we were equally hopeless. And that wasn't all. Liberto pressed further.
"And you just referred to her as Princess Lillia, correct?"
"Yes. Is that improper?"
Lillia wasn't just a saintess candidate; she was the empire's Third Imperial Princess. So...
Maybe only royals and high nobles use a special title? Like 'pure and noble dew on the dawn's tender sprouts' or some crap.
Liberto provided the answer.
"You always called Her Highness a busty, insolent cow with nothing but filthy huge tits. Ah, that was my mistake. Forgive me. I meant no disrespect to Her Highness."
Beyond imagination. I worried he called her that even at the academy.
Of course, he couldn't going forward.
"I see. But I won't use such terms anymore, so no need to worry."
"Truly? No, more than that—you're using honorifics with me. This hasn't happened since you were six. What on earth has come over you?"
"Well... I just woke up with a clear head this morning."
Not a lie. Waking to a beauty maid's fellatio had drained me proper. True sage mode.
Liberto, clueless to the truth, exclaimed.
"Oh! Our daily prayers to Jedi must have finally reached the heavens. Thank you. Thank you."
The aged butler's emotional gaze felt odd. Fortunately, food arrived before awkwardness peaked.
Damn. Did a whole clan show up?
The vast table, big enough for thirty, brimmed with dishes.
And about ten minutes later, he arrived.
The sole lord of Essenmont Border County. The Lion Border Count who silenced crying children. The indomitable veteran of a hundred battles.
Julian's grandfather, Wilhelm von Reinhardt, entered the dining hall.
A white-haired elder.
Yet his sturdy, massive frame felt anything but elderly. Wilhelm, a man of overwhelming presence whose gaze alone could fell foes, took center at the table.
"What brings you all the way here for breakfast?"
I rose hastily, placing my right hand over my heart and bowing politely to him.
"A glorious morning. Julian greets the master of the lion."
I greeted him with the details surfacing in my mind. The Border Count family might have flashier customs, but...
'Ordinary Noble Scion' only went so far. At least the phrasing was spot-on.
In-game, the Count doted on Julian excessively. This should be fine.
Three seconds with bowed head. I lifted it, eyes aiming at his neck rather than face first. Greeting done.
Then I panicked.
Wilhelm, who wouldn't blink if a blade pressed to his eye—he looked utterly flustered.
Mouth agape, unbecoming of his station, he bellowed.
"L-Liberto! Did you hear what that boy just said?"
"I... I did, my lord. The Young Lord clearly offered morning greetings."
"I'm not hallucinating? Asking if I've lost my mind in old age."
"Impossible! Absolutely not, my lord. I heard every word clearly."
"Merciful heavens. Unbelievable."
Cold sweat beaded on me. Had I botched noble etiquette? My noble impersonation wasn't enough for this lion of a count.
Shit. Not getting kicked out at the start, right?
But my worry was unfounded. Suddenly, Wilhelm's eyes reddened as he burst into prayer.
"Lord Jedi! Have you truly heard my pleas? You've banished the devil's whispers from my grandson's mind..."
"Ah, the family head's prayers reached the Lord! Praise Jedi!"
Liberto joined the fervent prayer. I felt the steam deflate a bit.
This Holy Empire really lives up to the name. God for everything.
Anyway, their reaction confirmed my response was right.
Moments later, calmer Wilhelm addressed me.
"Whew. Unlike me to fuss this morning. Let's eat. And Julian, your antics aren't new. I'll keep watching your actions going forward."
He sat first. The huge table left me unsure where.
Common sense it was.
Sit near the others eating together—that's polite.
I took the seat right next to central Wilhelm—the closest spot.
Seated, next was pre-meal prayer to the Lord, I figured. As I waited hands clasped...
He eyed me in shock again.
"Julian. Why haven't you picked up knife and fork? No—why didn't you eat before I arrived?"
I froze. By Korean etiquette, utensils after elders. And waiting for dining companions was basic manners.
Do grand duke-level houses have juniors eat first?
Clear the bad stuff, save mains? But 'Ordinary Noble Scion' evoked Korean-style etiquette.
"You used to gorge so much half the table was empty before I arrived. Now I ask why you waited."
Good—my actions were normal. Obviously. Maniac Julian put gluttony over even his grandfather.
"It's proper for the family head to begin. And we haven't offered pre-meal prayer to Jedi yet..."
Mentioning prayer shifted Wilhelm to near-fainting shock.
"Jedi... How could such change happen overnight..."
"And he used to sit farthest from you, avoiding you. Now he sits right beside as heir should. Astonishing."
"Indeed. Unbelievable."
Liberto watched teary-eyed nearby.
What the hell is this dinner theater?
I forced down breakfast amid the village drama.
Thankfully, no one bothered me post-meal.
Pantheon Academy was still on break.
I spent the day in my third-floor room at the Border Count's mansion. With 'Ordinary Noble Scion,' I even read from the study.
But I couldn't focus at all.
The sticky, ecstatic first-time fellatio. For inexperienced me, it was stimulation I'd not forget for days—months even.
And from an idol-surpassing beauty maid, no less.
My junior down below kept stiffening, wrecking my focus. And oddly, lust boiled hotter than usual.
The possessed body's original owner—Julian's demon king blood was the culprit. I tried enduring, but hit my limit.
Damn. Not my body—can't hold back.
Holding it might harm me.
I pulled out my vertically raging cock from my underwear and started stroking.
But it was tough.
Masturbation didn't cut it. The massive size. Unfamiliar hands and sensitivity killed satisfaction.
Plus the morning's intense shock—simple stroking wouldn't sate it. Shaking forever just hurt my wrist.
If only I had fap material...
Then I recalled Princess Lillia's magic portrait from morning.
Not lewd, but she matched Eirin... no, contrasted cool beauty Eirin with noble, pure allure.
That contrast gives a twisted thrill.
My depraved self moved fast. Left hand holding Lillia's photo, I resumed.
"Not enough..."
Still, for porn-hardened me, it fell short. Yet chasing morning bliss, I kept at it.
Then my door opened. Someone entered.
"Young Lord. Here for your usual nighttime service. Oh my."
Maid Eirin. Our eyes met—hers on my frantic masturbation.