Gourmet Awakening and the Male Knights' Exile
As she stepped out, “Fwaaah… that was delicious.” The moment Snow White entered the mansion, she patted her bulging belly after enjoying a feast with her grandmother, Veronica Isis, and smacked her lips in satisfaction.
It was like a ray of light piercing through the muddy tastes of the peasant dishes she'd wolfed down for weeks—her dad's pork 'n' chips (fish was unavailable, so he'd deep-fried wild boar instead). Bread? Dad had made that for her before, so no big deal. Potato salad? Hell, the Grizzly family yard was overflowing with potato fields even now—what more could she want? But everything else had been perfect.
“Now I get why everyone raves about how tasty cows are!” She'd only ever heard tales of this beast she'd never laid eyes on, but the steak—grilled to juicy perfection—melted on her tongue like butter. Topped with that sweet sauce, it was the first time in her life Snow White truly understood fine dining.
“Dad's cooking is yummy too, but this is why we need specialists, huh!”
But amid all the witty delights, Snow White made her most shocking discovery yet in her short half-orc life—one that ranked in the top three most jaw-dropping moments since birth, from the instant she sat at the table. “A knife made just for cutting meat?! What the hell?!”
It wasn't one of those crude blades her brothers or little sibs lugged around. For Silvaria—er, Snow White—who'd never seen a steak knife before, this dining utensil hit like Newton's apple: pure shock. Everyone else always ate with their hands (except Silvaria), so she'd assumed that was normal. But no! There existed this elegant, refined way to eat!
“When they first handed me the knife, I was like, 'What's this for?'” Not knowing its purpose, she'd figured it was for pre-meal sparring—after all, knight family, right? Stab and clash like training.
“But I already miss Dad's food…” She felt a twinge of guilt toward the humans who'd slaved over the meal for her, Silvaria, and Veronica. Objectively, the mansion's head chef had outdone himself. But for Snow White, who dreamed of becoming her dad's sow, there was no substitute for the satisfaction only orc cooking brought.
Tasty, sure—but missing the Grizzly table's unique blend of familial love, lust, and raw sex. No cozy warmth. That was Snow White's take on the Isis family dinner.
No fucking on the table between Dad and Mom from the get-go? Instant deduct points!
Especially sexually, visually, physically unsatisfying. But at least I learned what real flavor is—satisfied on that front.
Following Mom to Isis Territory at the behest of her beloved future master—Dad—Snow White had left her birthplace forest for the first time to see the wide world. Everything was novel: merchants loading carts sky-high, hiring worthless human guards with “money”; human villages with high walls, stone roads, stone houses.
But familiarity bred discomfort fast. “Especially the clothes!” Every movement felt restrictive—careful not to rip them. Wearing them at all was the biggest gripe.
Born and raised naked, she'd never considered clothes, aspiring only to Mom Silvaria's life! “Hoo… patience, Snow White. This is a small sacrifice to lose my virginity.”
For turning these human villages into orc turf, for Dad's ambitions and her own! Snow White steeled herself with a quiet resolve and scanned her surroundings.
“Lemme see… any mansion blueprints around here…? Nah, probably not.” Even if there were, no way they'd show a newbie like her. She'd just snoop around stealthily. Humming lullu lala, Snow White wandered the mansion.
Meanwhile, her mother Silvaria was enjoying a light tea time with her own mother, Veronica, post-meal.
“Such a bright child.”
“Pardon?”
“Snow… was it? The one who looks just like you.”
“Ah, Snow White. We call her Snow as a nickname.”
“Nickname?” That close already? Well, she took in a war orphan, after all.
The girl already tugged at her heartstrings for resembling her daughter so much, and a nickname meant real closeness. No wonder Snow White called Silvaria “Mom.” Nodding, Veronica continued, “What are your plans for that child going forward?”
“She's got amazing talent with swords and weapons. I'm thinking of training her personally.”
“As a knight?”
Silvaria sipped her tea instead of answering. That no-comment gesture made Veronica wonder if her daughter hadn't brought Snow for knighthood training—while confirming how dearly she cherished the girl. Veronica lifted her own cup in kind.
But no way that's all—when Master's away, she'll serve him in my stead, so I gotta break her in good. Should Silvaria be grateful Veronica hadn't mastered mind-reading? Tonight alone, she planned to go full level 1 tit-fuck instructor. Watching her daughter—eager to impart everything to her new pupil—Veronica figured Silvaria had Snow White well in hand without her meddling.
“So, when do you plan to resume as captain of the Silver Lily Knights?”
“Before that, Mother.”
“?”
“I'd like to send Sir Kandor and the rest—ahem!—of the Blue Eagle Knights on a unity-training expedition to the north for several months.”
Male knights, suddenly? Isis Territory had Silvaria's all-female Silver Lily Knights and the Blue Eagle Knights, led by her wartime adjutant and top male vet, Kandor. Why now?
“Why?”
War was over. No monster fights for a while, and with the Demon King gone, humans, elves, dwarves, beastkin—war-ravaged—wouldn't clash for years. Out-of-territory training? As Veronica questioned, Silvaria carefully set down her cup, took a deep breath, and began.
“The war's ended, but true peace is shaky. Quiet now, but in a few years, those southern beastkin will eye our lands again. 'Prepare for war to ensure peace,' they say. With this war decimating numbers, the Blue Eagles—mostly green rookies—need unity.”
“Why emphasize unity…” Something obvious, restated… Veronica shut her mouth.
Recalling years ago, from Silvaria: the Blood Peak siege. Cocky pests dividing ranks when unity was desperate. Couldn't guarantee it wouldn't happen here, to her knights in her territory.
“Regrettable, but most Blue Eagles died on the northwest front last war…”
“Yes, total wipeout barring Sir Kandor. Silver Lilies—sans me—handled internal security, supply lines, escorts.”
“Unlike the battle-hardened Silver Lilies, Blue Eagles are still fledglings.”
“Yes. Demon King's remnants crushed, but the rugged north teems with monsters—not too tough, perfect numbers. Ideal knight training. Might take years, but necessary. If beastkin invade meantime, Silver Lilies and I will deploy.”
Fair point. Lately just Master's breeding sow, but Silvaria—as a bone-fide knight lady—spoke sense to Veronica, who'd prepped for southern beastkin herself. Unripe knights aplenty, but “cold northern winds forge heroes,” no? Veronica told Silvaria to draft and submit long-term training docs, then resumed tea.
Fewer human cocks in this territory? The better ♥ Oblivious to her daughter's dark intent.