Chapter 799: Countermeasure Meeting and the Dancer Sisters
Since we were already flying, I had Princess Ran and Fiona board the cabin too, letting Emma carry them as we flew straight back to the Smithson mansion. It wasn’t a particularly long distance to walk, but the forest at night was a bit eerie, and with only animal trails, you never knew when you’d suddenly snag a spiderweb or something. I left the task of escorting them to the baron’s residence to Tetes, while I headed to 「Leslie House」 for a strategy meeting.
Well, 「Strategy Meeting」 might be overstating it—it was mostly about Fiona’s future training prospects and how to handle the princess’s recovery announcement.
“I want to take my time training Fiona. It would be unfair to abandon her halfway. Even if she doesn’t become an Ace Knight, I want to get her to a level where she’s fully capable as a regular soldier in Celesta’s infantry”
Dianne said that.
“Do you think she has potential?”
“Her confidence doesn’t quite match her actual ability, but she’s not uncoordinated. Her posture is good, and she has decent agility and flexibility”
Surprisingly high praise. Well, she’s not exactly calling her a prodigy.
“I doubt she’d want to, but I think that girl would be suited for dance”
said Nord, who was at the same table.
“Well, that makes sense since the female knight over there seems to specialize in sword dance”
“Watching her, she actually has pretty good rhythm. When the opponent’s strikes are monotonous, she handles them quite well”
“……I see”
“Her sense of balance isn’t bad either. She just doesn’t understand how to move her body. If we teach her properly step by step, she could become a competent dancer fairly quickly”
“High praise……”
Hardly the kind of praise you’d expect for a knight who got thoroughly beaten by a ten-year-old. Anzeros and Neia, sitting nearby, just gave wry smiles.
“I’ll give her credit for having the guts to get back up no matter how badly she gets hurt. But that’s just her pride as the princess’s personal guard keeping her going. Whether she’s the type who can actually learn from scratch again……I’m not sure yet”
“Seems she’s never really fought with a genuine sense of mortal danger before……”
For Neia especially, fighting meant 「Risking your life」. She’d even flown into a rage at reckless fools who wielded violence without that intent. Fiona didn’t possess that kind of malice, but her understanding of violence accompanied by intent to kill was far too naive. No matter how badly she got beaten up in Polka, as long as it wasn’t the kind of violence that took lives, to Neia it was still just 「All show」. Which means, from Neia’s perspective, Fiona hasn’t even reached the starting line as a warrior. Teaching her these things… well, it’s not something that can be done reliably in such a short time in this unfamiliar environment. If we push too hard to rush her development and end up breaking or warping Fiona’s spirit, it would be completely counterproductive.
“Making someone like that into the 『Real Deal』……I’ve never really done it myself, so I can’t think of the right approach”
“Same here. It’s not that there aren’t heroes who start out unprepared, but Kalwin has nowhere to run and hide. Eventually, they’ll collide with reality”
Both of them had experience training successors, but neither had the confidence to raise Fiona while keeping her happy, nor did they feel obligated to. That was the obvious conclusion. And Diane responded to the two of them with a wry smile.
“You two merely refined already 『Finished Products』 to a certain degree. ……Alright. Leave it to me for now”
“Can you really manage from that position?”
“Have you forgotten who I am? An army is fundamentally an organization that continuously trains the sons of farmers and townspeople—people whose very combat instincts are uncertain—into soldiers who can survive wars where arrows and spears fly”
“……Well, yes, I suppose”
This person has spent decades in that military, creating and commanding their own units. Even if Fiona lacks talent compared to others, she can be given the strength to survive on the battlefield. Even I, though inferior in direct combat ability, become someone who trades lives when wielding a crossbow. I, too, am one of those Dianne-san raised from a mere blacksmith’s apprentice kid to this level.
“But I want to save time. I’ll be borrowing Laila for a while”
“Are you going somewhere?”
“Ultimately, experiences that feel like mere training have their limits. Occasionally, venturing farther afield is necessary”
Dianne-san seems pleased. Perhaps it’s a welcome change of pace, given the recent abundance of troublesome tasks.
“Ah, and……about Princess Ran. How do we determine if her asthma is truly cured?”
“Ah, I’ll leave that to Sister Hilda. ……Normally, just because symptoms disappear doesn’t mean you can definitively say it’s cured”
“That’s Polka for you”
“Ah. ……Sister Hilda knows many diagnostic techniques. Even where I can only roughly check by feel, she should be able to make a clear judgment”
Truthfully, it’s the kind of illness where you’d live in constant fear, unsure if it’s truly cured or not, never knowing when it might flare up again……but the sacred spring can cure it completely. Just like Miril, who suffered from lung disease. Being able to breathe without fear, to exercise freely—for the princess, that must surely feel like the start of a whole new life. That’s why I want to convey that fact to her as clearly as possible. I genuinely mean it without any ulterior motives. ……Well, I know people tend to focus on ulterior motives whenever I help a girl, but seriously, I really don’t need any more female slaves, okay? I’m perfectly satisfied with the girls I have now. If anything, I’d rather just see Fiona’s real breasts once. Yeah. That would be something nice.
“Are we done talking?”
Just then, Lukino-san brought the food over, set the plate down, and sat down herself. Today’s dish was fish fry. It was sea fish brought by the elves, filleted and deep-fried. Maybe it was the oil, but compared to what we often eat in Celesta, it wasn’t greasy at all. It smelled great, and the frying was perfect, a beautiful golden brown. We ate it with a dip made from mild mustard seeds, apparently gathered in the forest.
“Do you have something to say too, Lukino?”
“Something? What else? Mira just kept bragging about how much fun she had”
“……Well, she did seem to enjoy herself……I didn’t realize she was that promiscuous”
Dianne gave a wry smile. Well, that goes both ways, I suppose. You can’t tell that when you’re still a virgin.
“If you did that with Mira, I should be next, right? Why didn’t you even ask me? I’m bored out of my mind”
A silver pear stick fry poked her cheek. You might think, silver pear fry? That sounds sketchy, but it’s actually pretty tasty. Heating reduces the tartness and intensifies the sweetness, making it excellent as a dessert. And it’s not even Cima’s original dish; it’s one of the traditional ways to eat silver pears.
“Well, compared to Mira-san and Cima-san’s laid-back vibe, Lukino-san’s attitude is so sharp and focused that it takes a bit of effort to actually ask her out”
“Mira’s that laid-back? Isn’t she usually pretty cold?”
“If you show even the slightest hint of wanting to do something naughty, she flips the switch instantly, that woman……”
“Ah. Right, right. Her lewdness completely overshadows her usual demeanor……”
Lukino-san makes a slightly troubled face as she puts half a silver pear stick fry in her mouth and wiggles it vertically with her lips.
“Well, Cima has those boobs, after all. And if Mira isn’t that forward either, maybe I need to come up with some kind of original offensive strategy……”
“Wait, do you need originality?”
“There are 40 of us. If I can only make appeals that others could easily replicate, I won’t survive”
“You won’t survive, wont survive”
Lukino-san is perfectly cute as she is, she doesn’t need to try acrobatics. ……Just as I was trying to steer her towards a more sensible approach, Nord-san leaned in from the side.
“Ah, in that case. How about we team up tonight?”
“Eh, what?”
“Well, you see. Gloria gave me some interesting material♪”
Gloria-san. ……The fact Gloria-san is involved makes me suspect it’s related to the erotic picture scrolls.
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So. Late at night, back in the 「Flying Sexroom」. The moon shines brightly, its light streaming in. I’m waiting with my guitar. Meanwhile, Nord-san and Lukino-san are changing into dancer outfits. They’re the sexy type you see quite a bit in the southern desert—revealing and not hindering leg movement. But once they put those on and stand before me, they both grin and toss aside their bras and panties. Four nipples and two wet holes spilled out.
“You know the routine, little brother, right?”
“Well……I mean, does this kind of thing even exist for real?”
“If it doesn’t, then you’re the world’s only one to make it happen, little brother”
In my hands was volume 4 of the erotic picture scroll, 「True Record: Brothel Travelogue」. The Masturbation Brothers had somehow gotten their hands on the latest volume, which had just come out. Gloria-san borrowed it using an original erotic drawing (modeled after Leda) as collateral, and then lent it to Nord-san. And now, I’ve read it.
A brothel in a town near the desert. There, where all the affiliated prostitutes were dancers by trade, there was a special service available if the customer could play an instrument themselves. It’s a 「Flat-rate course where you can ejaculate as many times as the number of songs in your repertoire」. The dancers perform to the customer’s music, receiving his ejaculation after each song ends. As long as the customer’s stamina and song selection hold out, he can enjoy watching the prostitute dancers dance while dripping and splattering his semen from their crotches, then receiving his semen back into their wombs……. Though this service began as a way to create dance practice opportunities, it now seems the prostitute dancers themselves regard this pleasure-filled, lewd dance as their true stage.
I thought, yeah, right. Yet, I also thought, wouldn’t it be nice if such a brothel existed? Such is the baseness of men. And you might have forgotten, but I can play guitar. I can’t read sheet music, so I just mimic songs I hear by ear.
“By the way, Nord-san. I only know one song I could dance to”
“…Huhu, I’ll dance for you as many times as you want. As long as your cock stays hard……♪”
“It’s one song per turn, so you better not get satisfied after just one go, okay?”
Sisters dancers, their shameless forms bathed in moonlight. The night of lewd dancing begins.