Blackmailing the Princess with the Masochistic Divine Proxy
"You've received your apology, and if there's nothing more to discuss, I'll be taking my leave. Should you require refreshments or drinks, simply ask the maids—they'll prepare fresh ones. There's no need to touch anything that's gone cold. This isn't an added burden; the rotation was arranged that way from the start, so you needn't feel guilty about it."
"Your sincerity shows in the strangest places…"
"You know how much I love eating. That's why I used to be so plump, after all."
"I know that much."
"Then we're done here. If you'll excuse me…"
The moment Roman turned his back with a perfectly crafted smile, an unexpected voice called out.
"Wait a moment~!"
"…Yes?"
It was Senia who stopped him. Servilia's thoughts flickered in surprise.
'Senia?'
'Leave this to me, sister. Just for now.'
'Ah, right…'
Though she had followed as an escort and stayed silent during the exchange, Senia now stepped forward.
"Is there something you need?"
"The annual event, of course~! With the knights in that state, I was worried there might be problems! We can still have a match, right? Please? Please?"
"A light sparring bout… was it? Do these happen often?"
"Tebere might be an exception, but all five great nations are fighting the barbarians the same way! At big events like this, it's common for houses to show off how strong their knights are. It caught on like a trend~!"
"…Truly?"
Roman glanced around. The nearby servants who had been eavesdropping exchanged looks and nodded.
"(We've heard the same from Lady Perpena. No reason to refuse.)"
Roman raised a hand and crooked his finger. Sigrid appeared instantly, as loyal as a hound.
'Uwah… Sigrid really doesn't hold back…'
She wore the same full-body fishnet that left nothing to the imagination. The silver-haired beauty with one eye covered by her bangs looked striking at first glance—until one noticed the heart-shaped shields barely covering her nipples and the heart-trimmed silver pubic hair framing her exposed sex. Even while bowing in formal greeting, the sight was absurdly comical.
"Lady Senia. I believe we met once when I served that woman."
"Unlike my sister, we never got to spar~! Since we're here, how about I take you on? My sister's strong, but so am I. I command an expeditionary knight order, after all!"
"As expected of a general. I was looking forward to this myself."
"Hehe~!"
Senia smiled, then sent a private signal only her sister could hear.
'This might just work.'
Servilia took a step back, yielding the stage.
"A duel between the two of you is fine, but I don't know the rules. Are there any established ones?"
"It's little more than a game. We simply decide how many exchanges are allowed, whether magic is permitted, and treat a single clean hit as defeat. Overheating only causes problems, so etiquette matters."
"Hee…"
While the explanation continued, nobles on the second floor quietly formed a circle. They had good instincts. Even so, Nigilia could be seen in the distance seducing male nobles, which remained a minor issue.
"Senia uses a spear! As you can see, it's thin and easy to control, so don't worry!"
"Sigrid."
"Rest assured. I won't make any mistakes."
"Even while holding that massive weapon… Well, this is your duty. Do as you like."
"Yes, Lord Roman. I will not disappoint you."
She pressed the personality vibrator embedded in her rear deeper with her fingertip. The defeat-personality had already been expelled; now she clenched to keep the toy from slipping during the fight. Roman's quiet laugh made her heart flutter.
'He's smiling. When Lord Roman smiles, I feel happy too. I mustn't fail to meet his expectations…'
Senia took her stance, spear ready. Sigrid raised her twin axes high. The wide stance made the nipple-shield on her sex shift dangerously, threatening to expose everything. Lewd chuckles rippled through the crowd. Even with Senia participating, the knights' humiliating attire drew more mockery than the match itself.
"Here I come. —Hup!"
"Seiyaa!!"
Spear and axes clashed once, sparks flying.
—Chaeng!!
'Uwah…!'
The impact numbed Senia's wrists. Despite the ridiculous outfit, Sigrid's strength was undiminished. If Senia were a man, she would have died the moment she let her eyes wander to that body.
She thrust again like a striking serpent.
"Hnn! Hnnn!!! Huaaah!"
"Hyat! Ah, out?!"
Yet the axes spun again.
"Huaaaah?!"
"Not yet! Hah, huaaaah!!!"
'No way~?!'
Two exchanges, three, four—Senia's slender spear felt like striking solid rock. Her fingers throbbed red, yet the weapon refused to break no matter how Sigrid controlled her power.
'Nyaha, it hurts~?! I knew she was strong after fighting my sister, but trading blows like this is impossible! She's a total gorilla!!'
「A few more exchanges and Senia will be sent flying.」
That was Servilia's assessment. She wondered if Senia would make a move—
—and Senia did, hurriedly blurting out.
"Huu… B-by the way, Sigrid~! You're really, really strong?! I was pretty confident in my own skill, but it looks like I'm about to be humbled in all sorts of ways~?"
"I never neglect my daily training. Of course, Lady Senia is also highly skilled. There's no need to feel discouraged."
Sigrid lowered her weapons. The duel paused for conversation.
"Huuung~? Now that I think about it, that outfit—is it some kind of punishment?"
"A shameful story. I bit my master's hand twice. Merely being allowed to live is a miracle, so I am reflecting deeply."
"No, I'm not scolding you. With skill like yours, shouldn't the lord have some discretion over the punishment? You've helped the territory greatly in the past and will continue to do so. Forcing you to endure this seems a bit much, don't you think~?"
"I don't understand your meaning."
"You're a knight commander. If someone as talented as you strays even once, embracing and guiding them back shows true leadership, doesn't it~?"
"A commander must set an example. Moreover, such words amount to criticizing Lord Roman."
"Eeh, that wasn't my intention~! If I offended you, I'm sorry~!"
Senia laughed breezily. The surrounding nobles began murmuring that the outfit was indeed excessive. Moments ago they had mocked the display, but Sigrid's magnificent performance had earned her sympathy.
"What I'm trying to say is this! Someone of Sigrid's caliber deserves proper treatment! Especially as a female knight—there must be many who admire you~! I believe you could even leave your name in history~?"
Senia grinned.
"So instead of that outfit, wouldn't you like to start over with proper attire? If you want a fresh beginning, why not come to us~?!"
"Surely not…"
Sigrid's brows drew together. The crowd gasped softly. Emboldened, Senia raised her voice.
"Yes! It's a recruitment offer~! We'll pardon your crimes in the name of the Tebere royal family. With your ability, a general's position is guaranteed. From one woman to another, forcing you to wear that perverted outfit for decades is not just excessive—it's cruel~!"
"I am aware it is perverted, but this is punishment."
"I know it's punishment. But you're beautiful, aren't you? Everyone's looking at your face and body, mixing lust with mockery. How long will that last?"
"Puhuhu."
"When you grow older~! Even after decades, still forced into that shameful state~! What if, by the time you have a family and your appearance has faded, you're still not forgiven~?! What if you're treated as an auntie, then a grandmother, while dressed like that~? Uwah, how terrifying~!"
The dreadful future—appearance, age, family, a woman's instincts—struck home.
"That would be the real punishment! Such treatment shouldn't be inflicted on a woman!"
Senia delivered the line with perfect acting, her voice stripped of laughter. Everyone sympathized.
"Indeed, Lady Senia's words ring true."
"If she must remain like that even decades later… ugh…"
"Mmm. No matter how strong her will, it would break."
"No one would want to see that either."
"Thinking of it that way, it truly is a heavy punishment."
"If it were me, I'd have committed suicide already."
"Her ability to focus on duty despite everything is worth learning from."
"I mocked her without thinking, but reconsidering, this is problematic…"
The atmosphere had shifted exactly as Senia intended. She delivered the finishing blow.
"That's why I'm making this offer! To free you from further humiliation! Everyone here sympathizes with your situation—there's not a single person who would blame you for accepting! If you agree, you can stand tall as the gatekeeper of the Tebere royal family right now!"
Even as a general, Senia humbled herself, praising Sigrid's superior strength and promising she would be an asset to the kingdom. The crowd agreed that such talent belonged elsewhere.
'Oh? So that's the game.'
Servilia crossed her arms, wearing a wicked smile. If they could extract Sigrid, the rest of the knights would follow. Then they could arrange Roman's assassination within the family, seize the Cornelius lands and farmlands, and strengthen royal authority. The nobles who grumbled now would fall silent once power consolidated. Sigrid had already rebelled once and suffered this humiliating punishment—surely she had no reason to refuse. The stage was perfectly set.
—Fufu, as expected of Senia. She came up with such a clever scheme on the spot.
Praise flooded her mind. Her sister's excellence made it hard to suppress her laughter. She was so delighted she even accepted being called a "simple-minded fool of an older sister."
"Well then, Sigrid. Will you come with me?"
Senia extended her hand, spear lowered. Even the hand of the second princess was not easily refused while under Cornelius protection. Servilia admired her sister's thoroughness in driving the final nail.
'Now, let's see what expression Roman is making—Uwah?!'
Yet Roman was laughing so hard his sides hurt.
'What is this guy?'
He muttered softly, "An amusing event."
Only Servilia, who had been watching him closely, heard it.
'An amusing… event?'
She couldn't comprehend it. The situation was unfavorable for Roman, yet he smiled and said such a thing. Before she could puzzle out his meaning—
"—I refuse."
Sigrid demonstrated exactly what that "amusement" meant.
『?!』
'What?!'
She brushed the offered hand aside with ease, smiling confidently. Her gaze remained fixed solely on Roman.
"Lord Roman. With your permission, I would like to use that to conclude this stage. May I?"
"Haha, they spoke out of turn first. Repay them in my stead."
"Of course."
Roman tossed her a sword. Sigrid handed her proud twin axes to a nearby Pussy Knight and drew the new blade instead.
'What is that sword?'
'Uwah, that killing intent—?! Eeeh, what is that?! I've never seen a sword like it~?!'
The blade was charred black, violet killing intent dripping from its edge, the hilt adorned with golden leaf decorations—the very sword that had recently received additional golden craftsmanship.
"Then I shall end this in one final exchange. Assume your stance and prepare yourself."
"Wait, we don't need to do this?! I'll save Sigrid, so you just need to agree~!"
"Here I come."
"Ah, seriously! Why is it turning out like this~?!"
Senia finally took her stance. The exchange was swift—without the weight of axes, the strike came faster. Senia smirked.
'If I can deflect this one, I can still talk—'
Her smile was meaningless.
"—U, heh!? Uheh!! Uhaaaahgaaaaaah!!!!!"
She deflected the blow cleanly, yet her face turned blue as she clutched her crotch. Sudden, excruciating pain—the Curse of Kidney Stones had struck her from the sword.
"Uwooooooooiik!!! Iiiiiiiiiik!!! Igik, ik, ik, ik, iiiik!!"
Unable to endure, Senia collapsed backward, both hands covering her sex. The pathetic sight, combined with her screams, sent a wave of commotion through the hall.
"Se-Senia! Sigrid, you bitch! What did you do to my sister?!"
"…………"
"Sigrid!"
"U-uhhege, eeeet~!! Huheh! Hu, huhehe~? Hue?"
Servilia rushed forward to scold Sigrid, but the knight remained unresponsive. Instead, Senia lifted her head.
"Huphat! Huha, huha, ah, sister! I'm fine! It stopped hurting now!"
"Are you really okay?! You screamed just now!"
"It… it hurt so much the moment our weapons touched… What was that just now?!"
Sigrid tapped the sword lightly before answering.
"It is a family heirloom once used by the first head of the Cornelius house. As you can see, killing intent clings to the blade. Anyone whose weapon clashes with it receives the curse and collapses. I could have used full power, but since this was a match, I kept it minimal. Please consider the pain you felt a consequence of my own humiliation and forgive me generously."
"Humiliation? Because you got angry?!"
"Yes. I will refute your earlier words. Attempting to headhunt me at this gathering was beyond rude."
"W-what are you saying, rude, what do you—"
"You arbitrarily judged my loyalty and urged me to betray. And you did so at a banquet where my master was the main figure. Spitting in my face wasn't enough—you threw dirt as well. If you grow angry now, it only makes things more difficult for me."
"What nonsense! Senia did that for your sake! Do you not understand how highly she evaluated you?!"
"Yes. Being recorded in history would indeed be glorious. Of course, my abilities would be omitted, and I would be remembered only as 'the knight who betrayed as easily as eating a meal.' Compared to those whose names never entered history at all, even that might be considered glorious, wouldn't it?"
"Ugh!"
The mood shifted once more.
"This is also Lord Roman's inauguration as head of the family…"
"That is a problem. If she had actually done it, it wouldn't just be a matter of lost face."
"I thought they had reconciled…"
"This makes the second incident at the banquet…"
"King Remerus is pitiful."
Servilia's temper flared—her nature, for better or worse, was to dote on her sister. In Senia's words, she was "simple-minded."
"What is that… using something like that during a match…! Is it really an heirloom? The Cornelius family has existed for a long time, yet I've never heard such a story! And calling it an heirloom when it's so ominous… Could it be you prepared it from the start to harm Senia?!"
"Sister… stop…!"
"Be quiet! No matter how you look at it, that's a cursed sword! Sigrid's reaction aside, the state of the knight order is strange too! Everyone's smiling while dressed like that—as if they've been bewitched! There's no other explanation for refusing such a generous offer! You must be under some spell, planning to insult us!"
"A cursed sword… First, as a knight, allow me to warn you: continuing this outburst will not be good for your reputation. This can still end as a mere incident. I overreacted as well, so if necessary, I can apologize in turn and—"
"You must have something to hide?! Suddenly drawing the sword is suspicious too! Anyone can see she's a pitiful woman… Is that an outfit one can endure through loyalty alone?!"
"Endure through loyalty? This is proof of loyalty. Evidence that our knight order has devoted everything to Lord Roman. Human rights and dignity are unnecessary. We live for Lord Roman."
"That's madness!"
"If words cannot reach you…"
Sigrid scratched her forehead, feigning difficulty.
"May I proceed?"
"I was planning to reveal it after some conversation, but… the atmosphere is ripe. It's the perfect time to announce. —Do it."
"Understood. Then, if you'll excuse me for a moment…"
When Sigrid raised the sword, golden light rippled forth.
『Uwah?!』
"What are you doing now?!"
Some guests cried out in alarm. Servilia shielded her sister and drew her weapon, wary of another incident. Yet her wariness soon turned to shock.
"What… is that…"
The ominous sword had transformed into a lewd, petite pussy. Its appearance—clad in a prostitute's outfit—radiated an aura of sanctity that clashed violently with its form. Every guest struck by that aura broke into a cold sweat.
"This sensation… it's like facing a spirit long ago…?"
"It's like when I first awakened to magic."
"This is it! Like receiving a blessing for the first time!"
"And this sanctity… even while enduring it with mana…!"
"What on earth is happening?!"
Golden twin-tails and golden eyes flashed. Vertical pupils, sharp shark-like teeth, and a bratty expression that suited her perfectly. The only things covering her areolae and sex were golden leaves—yet even those failed to hide her thick, protruding nipples and the pierced, erect clitoris adorned with the Cornelius family emblem, which swayed lewdly.
"That is?"
"Another new whore?"
"No, that can't be! She's definitely not human…!"
"Is she a spirit?"
"You studied spiritology, didn't you? What do you make of her?"
"Spiritology aside… her rank is different…"
"What is that…"
Before the crowd could finish speculating about the busty, exhibitionist brat who had appeared, Roman took the initiative.
"Yes… Allow me to introduce her to everyone. The fertile lands of the Cornelius family. The golden farmlands. The one who manages the World's Disguise—the star of this stage. The Great Spirit of the Earth, Lady SoroR."
"—Yahoo♡ I'm SoroR♡"
She waved brightly, smiling. A brief silence followed as understanding failed to catch up…
"Eit!"
『Uoooooooh—!!!』
The moment SoroR emitted light, sanctity spread and struck every guest on the second floor. Even those who had tried to hold their breath let out gasps of admiration. The sanctity reached the first floor as well, and the commotion spread.
『What was that sensation just now?!』
『Light came from above!』
『Did I mishear? A Great Spirit?!』
『No, I heard it clearly!』
『A Great Spirit~?!』
『Of the Earth?!』
『I-is it real?! Is it really a Great Spirit?!』
『The legacy of the gods, God's proxy—is here right now?!』
Those on the first floor caused an uproar but did not climb to the second floor. The entrance had been blocked in preparation for such an event. Of course, the ones blocking it were the Pussy Knights, who were busy arm-wrestling while Roman calmly continued his explanation on the second floor.
"When the gods disappeared one day, the world's cycle was entrusted to their remnants—the Great Spirits. But even that did not last long; they generally vanished from sight. The reason is clear. Starting with the five great nations, unknown beings called barbarians began threatening the entire world. Of course, even if the Great Spirits hid, naturally occurring spirits still exist, so the world continues to turn… but the current Great Spirits are effectively God's proxies. They possess such authority that everyone searched for them, and the story goes that one actually resided in our family."
"I-is that so! Is that why such abnormal golden lands were born?!"
"I thought there might be one here! But no one could find it!"
"To avoid contact with people, she was hiding in a barrier inaccessible by ordinary means. Even when found, she wasn't in human form, so you wouldn't have noticed. Her appearance may seem ominous now, but calling her a cursed sword… that's going too far."
"Wait… Ah, of course you wouldn't know! She was such an ominous sword, yet she's actually a Great Spirit!"
"Eeh, that doesn't matter! What's important is something else!"
"That's right! If we borrow the Great Spirit's power, we can create fertile land in other countries too!"
"Whatever Princess Servilia says doesn't matter! The issue is the land!"
"How many people have searched for the vanished Great Spirits!!"
"The lands polluted by barbarian attacks—can they finally be restored?!"
"Of course they can! She's a Great Spirit! If she can create land like this, how could it be impossible?!"
"She's overflowing with sanctity! Just by existing, the surrounding lands will surely recover!"
"If the land can be healed, the front lines can be maintained more easily—"
SoroR cut through the frenzy by raising both hands and shouting.
"—Impossible!!"
『What?!』
A brief answer. Everyone was shocked.
"W-what do you mean, impossible?"
"No, should I say it's impossible…… Before that, who are you people? What right do you have to order SoroR around~?"
"Well, we are from the four great nations…"
"If I introduce ourselves, it might sound like bragging, but we are important figures from each country…!"
"That's your human story~! SoroR wasn't asking about that~?"
Roman sat on a luxurious chair. SoroR followed and perched on his lap. Not only that—she spread her short legs in a manner befitting a pussy, smiling seductively.
"Look here, see?"
Her thick, grown clitoris♡ The thick piercing that looked painful just to look at♡ The Cornelius family emblem hanging from its tip swayed with weight♡
"I'm the Cornelius family's. More precisely, I'm the Great Spirit owned by Roman oppa? Only oppa can order me around so cheekily, attach things like this to humiliate me, or treat me like a convenient pussy~♡ Right? Right right? Do you understand what I'm saying~? If you're not oppa, if you're just some human who didn't even greet me properly and is demanding this and that, it's extremely unpleasant, so get lost~♡"
"B-but Great Spirit! The situation is urgent…?!"
"This is no time to be played with by a man! Please listen to us!"
"With you here, many lands can be revived!"
"Please, please, we can't miss this opportunity!"
"Huung, I don't know, I don't know~♡ SoroR only listens to oppa~♡ Ah, and that one, that one~♡ That woman too~♡"
"…Eh?"
She extended her short leg and pointed at Servilia with her big toe, bratty.
"I didn't come out to listen to you people in the first place! I came out to say I hate that girl! The woman who's bothering oppa!! Yeah, that's you!"
"W-wait, why me again?!"
"Because I saw you when I was a sword! You called me a cursed sword or whatever! And you were thinking dirty thoughts inside! Trying to ruin the banquet! Embarrassing oppa! SoroR really hates you! You're the worst~!"
"I didn't mean to…"
"Ah, right! I just had a good idea! As expected of SoroR, a genius~♡"
Clap! She clapped her hands and smiled even more wickedly. Instinct screamed that this was a bad idea, but it was too late.
"Hey, the annoying woman over there!"
"Y-yes?"
"If you apologize to oppa naked and do a dogeza, I'll at least listen to what you have to say~! Ah, while you're at it, do a naked dance too~! Since you tried to embarrass oppa twice, you should be embarrassed at least once! Don't worry. One dance is enough. SoroR is a kind spirit! Right? Right? Oppa~♡"
Rub rub~♡ Rub rub rub~♡
She rubbed against Roman openly, acting spoiled. Servilia was dumbfounded. She couldn't understand where things had gone wrong; anger surged to the top of her head.
"I-I can't possibly accept such an unreasonable demand! More importantly, don't think you can act however you want just because you're a Great Spirit! This is a human country! Everyone, don't be fooled by a child's nonsense and first talk with Roman—"
『…………』
"—Ugh?!"
Her anger vanished in an instant. The nobles from each great nation were coldly glaring at Servilia. Considering how many lives and lands could be saved if she displayed her shame, this reaction was actually gentle.
"Roman? That is… This incident… I really…"
"I would have accepted an apology if you had given one. In fact, you did apologize, and we could have ended things nicely. If it had ended there, I was planning to introduce SoroR as scheduled and have her contribute to land purification…… I never expected you to humiliate me by trying to headhunt Sigrid."
"You were planning that from the start?!"
"From the very beginning?"
"Yes. I thought a surprise would be nice at this kind of gathering. So I planned to reveal it here today so that everyone who came could return to their countries with good news…"
"Huung~! I hate it! I'll never cooperate!"
"As you can see, SoroR is sulking like this……"
"I hate it! I won't even allow you to touch my breasts! Huuung~!"
"…So she says."
Roman openly fondled SoroR's nipples while she acted spoiled. By letting slip that "if it weren't for Servilia, we were originally going to cooperate," he made the atmosphere even worse…
"It's Princess Servilia's fault…"
"…If things had gone as planned, how wonderful it would have been."
"To prepare such good news, how thoughtful of you."
"If we could bring this story back to our home countries, everyone would have been delighted…"
"Why did this happen…"
"The damage from the previous incident aside, why is she so simple-minded?"
"Even back then, if the marriage had proceeded smoothly…"
Criticism poured in. The people from Tebere did not scold her, but those from the four great nations were openly harsh.
"Roman…! C-can't something be done?! I'll apologize! I mean it! So…!"
"…Can't you overlook this?"
"Absolutely not~♡ I won't cooperate until that girl does something stupid~♡"
"Listen to oppa."
"I hate even oppa's orders♡ I hate it♡ I absolutely hate it~♡ No matter how good you make me feel, I still hate it~♡"
Beh~♡
The bratty SoroR stuck out her tongue openly. This perfectly acting pussy declared, pretending to refuse her oppa's command:
"Ah, I'm not saying you have to do it right now, so discuss it after you return? Of course, if you try any tricks, I won't forgive you, so prepare yourselves~!"
"Hiiiiii?!"
The one who caused today's incident was Senia, yet the one being scolded was Servilia herself. The joy she felt toward her clever younger sister transformed into sticky resentment in an instant.