You Thought You'd Get Away With It? - 2
They had decided to steal him after two days of furious muttering and breaking conclusions.
The three queens had gathered again in the Round Table Room.
Not on the evening when darkness and moonlight rise, but in the bright afternoon when the sun hangs high in the sky.
“We should pick the right timing first. When would be best?”
“There’s a meeting coming up here anyway. The seat is a bit awkward, but that’s nothing.”
Once a year. The meeting held by the lords to coordinate everything.
Wilhelmina proposed targeting that exact moment.
Christia and Maria.
The two queens nodded obediently without hesitation.
“As for tying up Beatrix, that’s the real problem.”
“Use the medicinal herbs we export from Christia’s country. Mix the ones that heighten the sleeping effect in the Calm Herb, and increase the concentration even more. It should work.”
Maria answered as if she had been waiting for the question from Wilhelmina.
She even added that they had conducted every kind of drug experiment on death-row prisoners whose resistance they had raised through magic.
The queens only smiled at the results. They did not mention at all the prisoners who had been used as test subjects.
“Then we can make him drink it as herbal tea. Give me the recipe. I’ll have the resistance-boosting potion ready in advance.”
“I’ll gather the highest-grade herbs from my fief. Since we’re using them, I’ll prepare the ingredients myself. It would be best to use the finest ones. We could even hand it over after maximizing the potency.”
The queens were not easily swayed by ordinary poisons.
It meant that even when Beatrix had taken the poison arrow that Albert had taken, she had suffered no harm.
But Albert was no ordinary man.
Because he could have died, that spirit of sacrifice had not dimmed.
In fact, the arrow that should not have struck him had struck him all the more brightly.
“But will he come here? That’s the real issue.”
“He will definitely come.”
“I agree. Seeing what Beatrix does, she won’t just leave him alone. The meeting isn’t lasting just a few days, right?”
Once they reached an agreement, these women rapidly organized the supplies and plans they needed, frighteningly quickly.
It was as if the ones who had been dragging their feet for months had suddenly been galvanized.
“Well, that’s enough of this discussion. There’s nothing more to say.”
Wilhelmina declared the conversation over.
The two other women leaned back against their chairs as if they had been waiting.
Wilhelmina was the same.
With the concrete plans set, the tension had finally eased.
Only three months remained until the conference.
The three queens thought that counting each day would feel like pure torture.
*
The Lord’s Conference.
In the game, this was the first event in which all the heroines appeared together on screen.
When the game first started, it always began from the East, but after the conference it could branch into individual routes.
Of course, since it was a harem game, a full harem route that captured every heroine was impossible.
Anyway, that made perfect sense.
That’s just common sense though…
Surprisingly, it was possible to pull off a harem route even in a game that was clearly a harem game.
It required careful event management, but it was doable.
Albert recalled seeing the harem route in the strategy guide.
Because the rules required him to play the game and collect every CG.
Anal beads in the butt.
Virginity collar around the cock.
Whips on the body.
The triangular wooden horse with a bell dangling from his mouth, cum spilling out as he melted a low-temperature candle while riding.
Albert shook his head while recalling the horrific ending CG.
So fucking kinky SM.
Yet he had definitely wanted to avoid being the one who received it.
“Lord Consort. Will this do?”
A carpenter’s voice pulled him back to reality.
He had been summoned separately to reorganize the ingredients and other storage areas.
A bright white sleeveless shirt that left his chest completely exposed, loose trousers.
Healthy skin dripping with sweat.
The very face that, in real life, might have attracted fame through good looks and muscular volume.
Albert blinked quickly and examined the proud results the carpenter had created.
Labels for easy size identification, shelves, partitions—far better than he had imagined.
The shapes were perfect, and everything was meticulously clean.
“Ah… it’s exactly what I pictured.”
“I’m glad it meets your approval. Shall I install it like this?”
“Please do.”
Hey, move!
At the young carpenter’s command, the other carpenters working nearby stepped into the warehouse.
Parts had been made; now it was time to install.
If the king handled the outer affairs, the queen managed the inner ones—meaning the palace itself.
This was Albert’s duty and authority, but in truth only the authority remained.
Beatrix had managed everything thoroughly inside and out. When work needed to be done, her subordinates handled it without complaint.
“It’s here again?”
Creak.
Beatrix approached secretly and asked. She had just finished official business.
“Yes. Has all the work been completed?”
“It’s done.”
“You’re not tired, are you?”
“I’m fine. It’s the same work I always do.”
Beatrix answered flatly, then suddenly changed the subject.
“No… I do feel a bit tired. I wish someone would loosen me up…”
Seeing his wife gazing at him with those suggestive eyes, Albert let out a small laugh.
He knew she was using that expression to ask for sex.
“Yes. Just finish looking at the installation and come to the bedroom.”
“Ugh… mmm. Alright.”
As Beatrix turned her gaze away in embarrassment, the carpenters who had entered the warehouse emerged in a group and bowed their heads.
It was only when the king was present that they could relax a little.
Now that Beatrix was there too, they had to stand at attention.
“We greet Your Highness.”
The brown-skinned carpenter spoke on behalf of the others.
Beatrix nodded.
“Mmm. How’s the work?”
“All finished. Would you like to check?”
“Yes.”
Beatrix passed through the carpenters and stepped into the warehouse.
Albert, who had followed, swept the space with his eyes and sparkled with delight.
It looked far cleaner, and the items were arranged even more clearly and accessibly.
Just like the warehouse where other materials were stored.
Beatrix nodded, clearly satisfied.
A small idea had led to a result that felt genuinely good.
“It’s fine. Go to Charlotte and receive the money. Tell her I doubled it.”
“T-thank you!”
As the queen left the warehouse and lifted the king’s spirits, the carpenters cheered and raised their voices in delight.
No matter how terrifying the tyrant, she could not be compared to a benevolent ruler at that moment.
Once the carpenters had left, the queen and the consort walked toward the bedroom as if waiting for them.
The queen lay face-down on the bed, waiting only for the man’s touch.
When the consort responded, the room quickly filled with the scent of sex and sweat.
The clothes that had been roughly discarded lay scattered across the floor.
“Haaah…”
Beatrix lay on the thoroughly soaked bed and stroked her lower belly.
Because it was full of semen, the previously smooth skin had become rounded and protruding.
Lying beside her, Albert smiled, admiring the sight.
“You like it like that?”
“Mhm. I’m so happy.”
“Even though you do it every day?”
“That’s why I’m even happier. Now, if a day passes without being filled with semen, I feel like something is missing.”
Thinking about how to conceive a child was troubling, but…
Beatrix swallowed the rest of her words and turned her head slightly.
The bed sheets, soaked with sweat and completely tangled.
The male body, its smooth muscles growing more defined from the intense sex, stimulated her.
“By the way, it’s in a week, isn’t it? The conference.”
The Lords’ Conference.
An event held once a year that could not be missed.
Already thinking about it, Beatrix’s heated body quickly cooled.
“Yes. It lasts several days.”
“Could I ask what kind of topics will be discussed?”
In the game, the conference was simply a few lines of dialogue.
But what would reality actually be like?
“Nothing special. Military matters, agricultural products, trade situations… and small talk too.”
“Small talk?”
“Just everyday things. Who died, who started a rebellion—boring stuff.”
In the past, she might have been able to listen to such things, but now she only found them tedious.
Because she had learned the joy of mixing their bodies.
“So it’s an official affair. Very different from a wedding.”
If a wedding was purely a gathering for friendship, the Lords’ Conference was truly formal.
It had some friendly flavor, but it could not be compared to a wedding.
Albert’s expression gradually hardened.
Beatrix comforted him.
“It’s not that big a deal. We can’t force you to lose out. It’s just a place created for stable management.”
“Really?”
“Mhm. There’s truly nothing to it.”
From Beatrix’s perspective, it was nothing at all.
Albert thought the same, but he worked hard to ease the tension.
Still, it won’t be completely relaxed.
Beatrix sensed that he was trying to relax and thought no further comfort was needed.
She had never expected Albert to play a big role in the first place.
She had simply asked him to stay by her side because she did not want to be left behind.
It was a heavy request, but she believed Albert would accept it.
He had done so until now, and he would continue to do so.
“I’m sorry… I think I should sleep now.”
His eyes, filled with fatigue, gradually closed.
Albert’s cock remained as healthy as ever, and Beatrix felt a trace of regret, but
Yeah. This is enough.
She would rest satisfied and close her eyes for today.
And on the day she had to attend the Lords’ Conference, several days later.
Albert blinked and looked around in confusion.
He had accepted the fact that he was holding Beatrix’s hand, but then the world suddenly went dark, stars bloomed, and he found himself standing on the floor of a building he had never seen before.
In contrast, Beatrix murmured in a calm voice.
She had come here at least a couple of times before.
“Let’s go up. We seem to be the last ones.”
She could sense movement from above.
Beatrix held Albert’s hand and slowly climbed the stairs.
Man and woman walking side by side—it was a picture-perfect image.
“There’s no room here?”
While climbing the spiral staircase built along the wall, Albert tilted his head.
This was such a vast and tall tower, yet he could only see the staircase.
“There’s only one Round Table Room on the third floor. It was made solely for talking, so we didn’t need more rooms.”
“Huh? You said we’d stay for several days… Then how do we eat?”
“We each bring our own rations and eat them. Water is drawn by magic. But…”
Something felt off.
The moment they reached the third-floor lobby with its circular floor.
Beatrix frowned.
The door to the lobby and the arched room leading to it were exactly as before.
Yet it somehow felt far larger.
“What is it?”
Albert asked worriedly.
Beatrix shook her head.
“No. We can ask once we get there.”
The only ones who could touch the tower were the three women in that room.
So asking them directly would solve it easily.
Beatrix quickly concluded and flung open the tightly closed door with one hand.
South. North.
The three women sat in their assigned seats.
“You’re a bit late.”
Wilhelmina, the southern queen, crossed her arms and smiled.
She did not look like she was about to scold them for being late.
“Turns out we came a little early.”
“We came slightly ahead anyway. Sit down already.”
Wilhelmina laughed and offered her seat, then met Albert’s eyes and smiled.
“It’s been a while. First time since the wedding?”
“Ah, yes. It has.”
Albert bowed his head and followed Beatrix.
An extra chair had appeared beside the one that should have been empty in the eastern seat.
Thanks to that, Albert could sit comfortably too.
“It’s tiring to start the conference right away. Let’s have a cup of tea and begin.”
Maria raised her right hand slightly, and an elegant teacup appeared before the group.
Hot tea was even inside.
How had they done that?
While Albert looked bewildered, Christia lifted the teacup first.
It was specially brewed herbal tea, so Beatrix would drink it without suspicion.
“Since she’s being served, we can’t just let her drink alone. Go on.”
She brought the teacup to her lips first, and the others followed.
Before drinking, Beatrix lightly smelled the aroma.
Familiar yet strange, yet refreshing, it filled her nose.
“The room feels wider. Did you do that?”
“Hmm? Oh, yeah. I just wanted to feel the atmosphere, so I touched it a little.”
Whoosh.
Christia answered casually, as if it was nothing.
Despite the strong effect that would have dropped her instantly into a deep sleep, she looked perfectly fine.
Only the three queens had taken precautions in advance.
It was not a lie.
Beatrix tilted her head, then took a sip of the tea with Albert.
As the fragrant aroma swept through her throat, her breathing suddenly became clear.
“Umm…?”
But right after.
An immense wave of drowsiness crashed over Beatrix in an instant.
Albert had already collapsed on the desk and fallen into a deep sleep.
The teacup that had fallen to the floor shattered with a loud crash.
“What… what did you do…?”
Beatrix hurriedly tried to cast a magic spell to decode it, but it was impossible.
Too sleepy, even manipulating mana was difficult.
Wilhelmina.
Christia.
Maria.
Only the three women remained sitting there in perfect condition.
Beatrix gritted her teeth.
“We didn’t do this to hurt your bodies. Your kingdoms are the same.”
To them, expanding their territories was not ambition—it was merely a loss.
When Maria pointed that out, Beatrix glared with all her might and asked.
“Could it be… Albert…?”
“Yes. That’s right.”
My man, I’ll devour you like a dog.
Maria hid her wicked intentions behind a bright smile.
Soon, Beatrix’s eyes closed completely.