Chapter 25
Chapter 25
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 25
Chapter Title: Third Imperial Princess Lillia (2)
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Princess Lillia responded to the butler.
"Thank you, Liberto. It must be hectic since it's been so long since I last visited."
"Not at all, Princess Lillia."
Lillia, with her princessly decorum and gentle smile. The middle-aged butler Liberto, his mustache impeccably handsome, wore a pleased expression as well.
Indeed, there was no one in the capital who could resist responding favorably to this smile of hers. No one except that inscrutable short-haired maid...
'No, Lillia. Today, I mustn't let that woman get to me. Even if I have to lay eyes on that unpleasant maid's face again.'
Still, today was a joyful day of reuniting with Julian. Lillia didn't want to mar her expression even slightly.
Especially since she had meticulously prepared her body for this visit—something she hadn't been able to do until now, with Julian keeping his distance all this time...
Proper pre-sexual training between fiancés. Perhaps she could finally do it today.
'Not for nothing am I a holy priestess of the goddess of medicine, Medica.'
Lillia was a princess and, at the same time, a holy priestess who always placed the utmost importance on proper conduct. Her relationship with Julian was perfectly upright, as they were engaged.
The sexual relations that would one day exist between them as future spouses would surely be the healthiest, most proper thing imaginable. After all, it was about conceiving children blessed by the gods.
And so, as a holy priestess, Lillia had diligently studied the male and female body—and sexuality.
Though it wasn't actually a duty for those serving Medica. And she'd never heard of any other female priestess showing such academic zeal toward sex...
In any case, for Lillia, there was nothing more important than knowing all there was to know about male-female intimacy. That way, she could ensure conception on their very first wedding night.
With her noble bloodline mingled with the storied Reinhardt lineage, it was only natural to think that way.
Besides, that child would hold imperial rights of succession, even if far down the line.
'And who knows—Julian might have received all the wrong kind of sex education out in the border county all these years. For the sake of our precious future child, I should practice in advance...'
Good news had just arrived from the border county. Julian had shone in the military parade. Most impressively, he'd held his own in a proper exchange against the knight order captain.
That could only mean Julian had finally awakened his mana.
'According to the secret texts handed down in the capital's Medica monastery... There's a perfectly healthy method of pre-sexual training for two people bound for a shared future. Especially now that both of us can wield mana.'
For the two of them, destined to create a child together someday. It meant they could finally begin that pre-sexual training. Far from shameful or obscene—it was nothing less than sacred.
The thought made a certain noble place of Lillia's twitch all on its own. A secret spot she could offer to no one but her one true fiancé, Julian.
And it wasn't just that place. She could give Julian so much more.
More than that bewitching maid who clung to his side like a lover, forever playing the mistress.
That wretched harlot—no, that scheming vixen who'd wormed her way between two people who'd pledged their futures as children... Lillia could never forgive her constant meddling.
For a split second, the mere thought of her nearly wrinkled Lillia's lovely face again.
'Calm yourself, Lillia. This is Julian's mansion. I must keep smiling, more than ever.'
Just then, Liberto announced Julian's arrival.
"Princess Lillia! Young Lord Julian has arrived."
"Julian's here. Thank you, Liberto."
Lillia summoned her soft smile once more. The pride of Pantheon—the expression every subject in the capital praised without end.
Count Julian stepped up to greet her at the carriage. Liberto opened the door.
And there, beyond the open door...
A blond beauty stood, far more devastating than even the magic portrait had conveyed.
Lillia felt her breath catch at the sight of her fiancé.
My heart pounded fiercely.
My favorite character, Lillia. The princess who'd made me spill endless loads grinding away at Demon King's Son Surviving in the Holy Empire. The one boasting those holy mammaries—she was right there before my eyes.
I extended my hand and said,
"May the light of Jedin, descended upon the capital, bless that noble blood for ages. I, Julian, greet you, Princess Lillia."
"May the light of Jedin shine upon you as well. Julian. I trust you've been well?"
Lillia gazed at me with a warm, kind smile. Nothing like her in-game model. The real thing was a nation-toppling beauty through and through.
If it were just her face alone, Eirin might edge her out with that haughty, killer allure.
But tastes differ—and hers was peak puppy-dog cute, undeniably gorgeous.
Not to mention the massive pair of benevolence nestled below that face... Even I had to gawk.
"Hah."
"Oh? Is something wrong?"
"No, nothing, Princess Lillia. Please mind the carriage steps."
To receive the princess, I'd already activated Ordinary Noble Scion. Even so, I couldn't stop my eyes drifting from her face to her chest.
Those jugs asserted themselves fiercely, bouncing with every step down.
'Can't focus for shit with tits that size.'
But this was a crucial moment to show Princess Lillia the new me.
'If that bastard Julian pulled that kind of stunt in front of the emperor... I'll need her help more than ever.'
The Holy Empire's current emperor wasn't some tyrant, but he was incompetent. And the more useless he was, the more he obsessed over imperial dignity.
Before a man like that, wastrel Julian's rudeness spelled trouble.
Sure, he couldn't outright punish the border count's heir too harshly. Even the emperor had to tread carefully around the empire's greatest asset—Border Count Wilhelm.
But within what the old lion would tolerate? Plenty of room to make my life hell. Fool or not, an emperor's still an emperor.
'Lucky for me, solidifying ties with Lillia gives the emperor less excuse to mess with me. And no reason to burn bridges with a girl right up my alley.'
I was ditching the wastrel image anyway. Which meant our relationship could only get closer from here.
Lillia took my hand and descended the steps. In that instant, her eyes flicked toward my butler Liberto—and the figure beside him.
Eirin stood there. Lillia spoke in a voice brimming with delight.
"Oh! It's Eirin. I was so disappointed not to see you over winter break. I hope you've been well?"
Lillia beamed at Eirin—a smile brighter than the one she'd given me, like pure morning sunlight without a hint of malice.
'Hang on. Eirin always seemed weirdly prickly around the princess. Wonder how she'll—'
Eirin replied to Lillia's words.
"May the light of Jedin, descended upon the capital, bless that noble blood for ages. I, Eirin, greet you, Princess Lillia."
An elegant greeting, flawless to the word.
"And yes, I've been quite well. Thank you for your concern, Princess Lillia."
Her expression was nothing like I'd expected. Shockingly, Eirin wore a radiant smile—one I'd never imagined on her icy, aloof face.
Warm enough to rival Lillia's from moments ago.
Compared to her usual cold demeanor, it didn't compute at all. Utterly bewildering.
'Women really are something else. The Ordinary Noble trait shows just how impressive she is.'
Still, I kept my noble poise intact, thanks to the trait. Gently clasping Lillia's hand, I escorted her toward the mansion entrance.
That soft touch alone nearly roused my tyrant. But after getting used to women through Eirin and Uriel, I managed to keep the blood from surging to my pillar.
Inside my mansion's reception room, Lillia and I sat together. The two of us were deep in cheerful conversation.
"Oh my, I regret not being there."
"Compared to the capital's military parade, it was just a little border event."
"Even so, I heard all about it. How you shone against that famed 'northern ghost,' Captain Michael."
"That was just a showy spar for the crowd. If Captain Michael got serious, a single glance would end me."
"Don't say things like that. You're my precious fiancé."
Lillia was excessively kind to me. So despite Eirin's warnings, there seemed no need to be overly wary.
With all that kindness and goodness radiating from her face, maybe it was just her nature. The thought made me wary in a different way.
'Wastrel Julian spat right in her face that she was some insolent cow-titted bitch. And yet here she is, all smiles? How?'
Lillia's demeanor suggested she hadn't given it a second thought.
I apologized for my past offenses, in full accordance with noble etiquette.
She just flashed that puppyish smile and brushed it off as nothing.
'Damn. Way more angelic than I figured. Does that mean turning her into a total slut's off the table?'
Lillia sat pressed right up against me. Her warm spring-flower scent teased my nose—nothing like Eirin's subtly seductive aroma.
It felt like stepping into a flower garden. A peaceful, mind-soothing fragrance. Fitting for a holy mammaries princess.
Even so, I couldn't shake the lust flooding my brain. Naturally, it was all because of that pair of benevolence she so proudly bore.
'She keeps leaning in like this... how am I not supposed to stare at those massive tits?'
She could've sat across the table. Instead, right beside me—close enough that a simple stretch would grab one.
But I couldn't do that. Not yet. And popping a full erection in this situation? Hardly proper.
Even amid this blissful daily chatter with a stunning noble beauty, I wallowed in profound anguish from the curse.
Then Lillia clapped her hands once, as if struck by a sudden thought.
"Oh! Speaking of which—if the stories from Reinhime's military parade are true, doesn't that mean you've finally awakened your mana, Julian?"
"That's right, Princess Lillia."
I casually gathered a bit of mana in my palm and showed her. Lillia lit up like it was her own triumph.
"That's incredible! Awakening must've been so hard on you... To push through and achieve it! I always believed you could!"
"Hearing that makes me even happier."
Guilty twinge. Uriel was the one who'd busted her ass—not me. I relaxed seeing Lillia just rejoice, no odd reactions.
'Good—minor mana use doesn't leak any demon energy. If it did, she'd have clocked it instantly.'
As a saintess candidate, Lillia wielded no small holy power already. No sense of wrongness from her meant mana was safe for now.
Still, to unleash the demon king's power without worry, I needed to awaken holy power ASAP to neutralize the demon energy.
'Got a solid plan already. Just like the stimulation from Uriel.'
Noble ladies with holy power, like Lillia. Holy priestesses, every one.
Getting cozy with them would best awaken the holy potential of Agnes lurking inside me.
No way was I grinding out daily prayers to the gods like some average Pantheon priest, repeating their tedious faith trials.
Which made the holy-power-packed—no, benevolence-packed princess right in front of me the ideal mark.
Too bad she wasn't someone I could just grope willy-nilly. For now, pure pie in the sky.
Lillia went on.
"With your potential, wielding aura will come in no time. And you're a Pantheon cadet, right? Come next semester's holy priest ordination, holy power will be effortless too!"
"Indeed. It won't be easy, but I'm looking forward to it. I'll pray diligently to the gods each day and prove my faith."
We kept the pleasant chat going.
Then, in a brief lull of silence, Lillia spoke up as if remembering something.
"Um... Julian? Now that you can use mana... I..."
Lillia suddenly couldn't meet my eyes. Her cheeks flushed faintly, and she stuttered in a way that felt strangely out of character.
"Hm? Something on your mind?"
"Y-Yes... Actually, there was something we should've started once we both came of age. We put it off because you hadn't awakened mana right away... Truth is, that's the real reason I came to your mansion today."
"What sort of thing...?"
As I spoke, Lillia pressed even closer. She glanced warily at the butler Liberto and Eirin standing in the room, then whispered in my ear.
"Our private pre-sexual training. For the two of us, promised to have children someday."
Pre-sexual training? First I'd ever heard of it. I looked at her in confusion, and there she was—face red, beaming ear to ear.