Chapter 177

Chapter 177 - Way of the Fairies

In the past, Grace was Valda's mother and teacher, and sex education was also her role.

It was during the time passing through the middle of secondary sexual characteristics. The girl's body transitioned into a woman, and her breasts swelled with abundance.

The pelvis that had grown like a crown beneath her skin would bestow a crown to the life that would dwell there in the future.

"If an adventurer happens to visit by chance, their gaze will be drawn only to you, my lady, rather than me."

Standing side by side in front of the mirror, the alluring Elf's presence easily swallowed the large Dryad. The time for sex education had arrived.

"The copulation of fairies is a sacred ritual. Two souls that have lived separately become one."

"A soul is an inviolable existence, isn't it? Is it possible for two souls to fuse?"

Valda was a pure girl who didn't even know what sex was. Therefore, she accepted the story as a magician.

"How cute. Were you perhaps believing that the way a baby is conceived is by a spirit bringing one? Continuing to not doubt what I told you in the past?"

"Were you perhaps lying to me?!"

An Elf with a shocked face.

"I am sorry. But this could not be helped. Because no matter how much a mother loves her child, she has to lie about twice in her lifetime."

Once to the question 'where do babies come from?'. The other time is when sentenced to unavoidable death.

"Ueuu."

"Oh my god! Even your pouting look is so pretty! What should I do!"

Valda, who had sincerely trusted Grace, sulked properly. However, her pouting heart melted away softly with a single hug as always.

Being held in a Dryad's embrace is the best forest bathing. Fresh tree branches and leaves, and the intensely condensed scent of the forest wrap around the entire body.

Added to that is the infinite love directed toward Valda, so she could not be stubborn. In the first place, she was a good girl.

"Y-You are joking, right?"

The Elf princess who learned of the act between a man and a woman for the first time was terrified.

"If it is with someone you love, it is an incredibly more enjoyable thing than a joke."

"But to put that into that..."

A simulation ran, and the girl's face flushed bright red.

"The posture is too comical."

"When you are in that situation, you probably won't think it's comical. Your eyes will be filled entirely with the other person's face."

"It must be hard to keep balance too."

"Beginners do frequently tumble or graze their knees."

"Moreover, t-t-t..."

"T...?"

"To receive what is sent out through the hole for urinating into my body?!"

The Elf princess shuddered and hugged her own body. Befitting her cleanly personality of never skipping a bath a day, she seemed shocked.

"The egg you like so much passes through the same passage as poop! and comes out into the world."

"Somehow, I feel like you are enjoying my reaction."

Valda pouted her lips toward Grace who precisely laughed and retorted.

However, she pricked up her ears and focused on the following teachings. Separate from respect for her teacher, because it was too interesting.

"It is true that two souls cannot become one. However, coming close to that is possible. While bringing each other's bodies together in various ways and communing."

"Like dancing a waltz?"

"It is the most passionate waltz in the world. Look at this."

"Kyaak! What are you showing me?!"

Valda covered her eyes with both hands in front of the Book of Desires (Kama Sutra) created in the 1st Era. The one made by Elves is more powerful than the one made in the Eastern Empire of the 3rd Era.

She didn't have the appearance of peeking through spread fingers like other young ladies. With chastity befitting a daughter of the royal family, she strictly covered them and tightly closed her eyes.

"Showing a fierce appearance in bed is not a shameful thing. To cross the outer layer called flesh and let souls touch, that much heat and sincerity are needed."

"It is merely indecent."

"Someday when someone you sincerely love appears, everything will change. You'll desire that indecency more than anyone else?"

"Hmph! Such a thing will absolutely never happen!"

"Let's wait and see."

"I said there really isn't?"

"Fufufut."

Valda was incredibly vexed at Grace's assuring attitude.

After several seasons changed since then.

Valda, who became an adult and a wife, admitted that Grace was right.

"I listened to the explanation well."

After finishing a deep kiss, Eugene looked at Valda. His wife's inviting lips glistened with saliva.

"Summarizing it in a word, you want me to do it intensely?"

"That is slightly incorrect!"

"I know a fair bit about the fairy race's concept of marital relations too."

As Eugene has lived rubbing shoulders with Dark Elves, he understands their lifestyle. Included in that naturally is the sexual part.

"Dark Elf couples combatantly covet each other. I thought it was because they are a warrior tribe, but it was just a feature of the fairy race overall."

For fairies, the act of reproduction is an experience where emotions and senses explode all at once in their lives. More than delicacy, consideration, or technique, they prioritized the virtue of intensity.

"I spoke unnecessarily. How embarrassing that it was something you knew already anyway."

Valda buried her face, which had become red as a carrot, in Eugene's neck.

Using a spouse's embrace whether for joy, sorrow, or embarrassment. That is Valda's right and duty. Because that is the fairy race's married life.

Squish.

Embracing Valda, Eugene felt a bewitching mountain peak on his chest.

That holy sensation was not merely soft. A shyly jutting raspberry at the tip pleasingly tickled Eugene's chest.

"It's firm."

At the knight's chest muscles, Valda's breath also became hot. Her buttocks pulled taut backward.

The couple holding each other while kneeling shared a kiss once more. It was a rough and wild kiss.

Chomp.

Obscene sounds came from the two lips repeatedly eating and being eaten. As much as their lips, each other's hands also coveted the other's body.

"Haaa."

Only when they were out of breath did the two's lips part.

Valda's hands parted along with her lips, but Eugene's lecherous hand movements remained the same.

"Do you like breasts that much."

Although she turned her head away due to embarrassment, Valda did not smack her husband's hands away.

"Think of Goddess Demeter."

"Why the Goddess of Earth and Fertility suddenly?"

Being related to farming, she is a goddess with a tremendous position. Depicted as a goddess statue holding a large loaf of bread in her hands, she is served by farmers, bakers, and many lords.

Goddess Demeter's priests perform miracles of making bread rise. In this era without commercial yeast, that abundant texture was the order's strongest propagation tool.

"The dough bestowed by the goddess is in my hands. How can I stop my hands?"

The wife's skin infinitely changing shape and digging between the fingers. This could not possibly be broken off.

"I am truly glad to be alive."

"Idiot."

Valda glared out of the corner of her eye, but the corners of her mouth were pleasingly raised. Because the sensation given by her husband's large hands, and the gaze with which he desired her felt boundlessly pleasant to her.

Having tasted sufficient appetizers, the two's gazes naturally headed downward.

"It's rowdy."

"Are you in a position to talk about someone else?"

"It looks violent. Like an angry lion."

"Even this of yours is noble and beautiful, Valda."

"How cheap."

Eugene grabbed Valda's two shoulders and laid her back. The Elf lady's two legs were spread wide by the knight's knees and thighs.

"This is too erotic an appearance. I can not possibly believe you are the sage of the Emerald Forest."

"Even though you spread them as you pleased."

"However, you didn't resist at all."

"...Because you are my husband."

A vulgar appearance one could never imagine from the normally dignified Elf magician.

Eugene supported the right thigh of Valda, who was lying down, pushing it up. The hamstring muscle trained by running through the forest as a gatherer trembled quiveringly in his grip.

"I understand since it's the first night, but you are too tense."

"Because it's uniformly unfamiliar sensations. The bottom, the breasts, the thighs, everywhere your hands touch."

Eugene rested Valda's ankle over his shoulder.

"Uu."

Valda, who reached breaking point in embarrassment with even tears welling up, turned her head to the side. Her hair spread over the bedsheets was like a golden waterfall.

"And do not cover your breasts."

"..."

Valda obediently complied with her husband's request.

'This is driving me crazy.'

Eugene felt infinite dominance from that appearance, but rather his thirst surged more.

Squeeze.

The large knight's hand wrapped around the wife's foot. Eugene's fingers and Valda's toes interlocked and bonded.

Smooch.

When her husband's kiss touched the foot, the long and slender toes adorably curled up.

"I was curious since a while ago, but what is this anklet?"

A small bell hung on the anklet made of gold thread and emeralds.

"It doesn't seem to make a sound."

"Do not shake it!"

When the foot grabbed by Eugene was shaken, Valda's crotch spread wide. Like a Dark Elf, it is a celestial maiden's pond without a single weed.

The two hands that reflexively tried to cover it stopped near her navel. The flinching delicate hands fell next to her waist and grabbed the bedsheet.

"Was it 'I see you'?"

"...Yes."

It is an idiom symbolizing the fairy race's marital relationship. It means not interfering with the opponent's gaze in any situation.

It is their belief that the gaze becomes a messenger for reconciliation when fighting, and ties each other even firmer when sharing love.

"That bell is something inherited from mother. Accurately speaking, it's something Grace took to escape with."

"So this is also something like a royal family treasure."

Valda shook her head.

"It is merely a gift passed down to daughters. An item without much meaning."

"To say that, an aura of magic is faintly felt."

"Because a magic of wedded bliss is cast upon it."

"What kind of magic is that?"

Valda, who remained silent for a while, spoke in a voice quiet as a mosquito.

"It judges a wife's ecstasy. The bell tied to the ankle on the first night must make a sound. Because there is a belief that only then can a happy marital life continue hereafter."

"Fairy race is different from their outer appearance as expected. Looking chaste, yet are discreetly sensual."

"It's not all like that, it's just like a tradition continued only in our family..."

"Anyway, this means it has to be intense enough for it to make a sound, right?"

Eugene grabbed Valda's ankle and shook it back and forth quite strongly.

Flap flap flap!

White soles dancing mercilessly in empty space. Valda screamed in shame at that frivolous sight.

"It's not making a sound?"

"It does not sound just by shaking it like that!"

"Then what should I do?"

"When a wife truly falls into ecstasy... it sounds."

"I see. So it was that kind of magic."

Eugene sincerely admired the Elven royal family. They were truly learned people.

"It looks vulgar. I should've just taken it off."

Valda covered her teary eyes with the back of her hand.

"That is not the case at all. Because a man's pleasure is easily expressed but a woman's is not. It's said there are some who pass away passing their lives without even feeling satisfaction once."

Eugene moved the fragile hand away and kissed his wife's cheek and eyes.

"I want to please you, Valda. Both mentally and physically. I will do my utmost so this bell can sound. I will cherish you happily for a lifetime."

"..."

Jingle.

The sound of a small bell dug into Eugene's ear.

As the night deepened. Finally, the noble Elf princess received her husband deep inside her body.

"Heuk!"

An agonizing moan rang out. The two truly became one.

Two long, snow-white legs wrapped around Eugene's waist like a snake. Her two arms also hugged Eugene's back and neck.

They have embraced each other before, but they had never matched bodies perfectly like this.

"Could you stay like this for just a moment?"

"As long as you want. Because it will hurt since it's your first time."

"It is not because of it hurting."

Squeeze.

Valda copiously tasted the sensation of her husband felt from her thighs, calves, and arms.

"I never knew feeling you with my whole body would be this pleasant."

Jingle.

Eugene heard the sound of the bell ringing by his ear. A more vivid echoing than before.

* * *

Summer in southern Britannia has the earliest sunrise in the world. The faint sunlight of dawn struck into the soaring window of the lord's manor.

Chirp chirp! Chirp!

A sparrow that had been chirping first fluttered to the window seeking warmth. Since only that place was leaking warmth in the cold morning air.

Smack!

At that moment, a snow-white palm stuck to the window. The palm wet with sweat made a sticky sound as it touched the neat window.

Startled, the sparrow flapped its wings and flew away.

"A cute guest got spooked."

Eugene whispered into Valda's ear while embracing her from behind.

"Euheut!"

Covering her mouth, Valda trembled quiveringly. She looked exhausted from the love affair that continued all night.

The long ears that always soared proudly were droopy out of shape. It was the result of being bitten and violated countless times by Eugene's lips. Wet with saliva here and there, they sparkled in the lamp's light.

The bed that had been set up for the noble aristocratic couple was smashed to pieces. Feathers scattered from the torn bedsheet. The bed legs created prioritizing artistry over durability broke off, unable to withstand the creaking.

Not only the bed, but the entire bridal room was turned over. Like a field where a hungry wild boar roamed around.

Valda, who was receiving her husband while prone in front of the window, was also a mess.

The hair the maids carefully braided was completely disheveled, and her entire body is full of hickeys.

Valda's soles were dirty with dust. Since there was nowhere in the bridal room where her feet had not reached.

"Valda."

"I am listening."

The wife, who gifted her husband with every expression she could make all night, spoke laboriously.

"The bell is no longer ringing."

The thing that sounded as passionately as Valda who sobbed in pleasure and happiness was the bell of the anklet.

Like cheering her on saying, [Love more fiercely! Ye blessed couple!].

"Should I exert more strength?"

"S-stop! I will die at this rate!"

"But the bell is..."

"You have no problems! Because the bell's magic merely broke."

"Ah, so that was it."

Even ancient magic could not withstand a knight's passion.

After the final act ended, Valda stretched out on the bed with a suited splat! sound. Having used up every last grain of her whole body's stamina, she didn't even have the leeway to prop her body up.

"What do we do about this shameful mess? What will the maids say if they see it."

Valda lamented at the bridal room that looked like a storm had swept through.

Attending to the two are carefully selected personnel from the Blackhand tribe. Rumors will spread in an instant.

"They will just think we get along very well."

"It's good that you are easygoing."

"However, your dignified image, Valda, might be slightly broken."

"And who is that due to!"

Valda's thumb and index finger grabbed Eugene's cheek. However, not even a bit of strength goes in.

Maintaining balance while enduring the collision pushing from behind.

Standing on tiptoes on the floor supporting her body.

Hanging onto the upper body of Eugene, who lifted her up.

Supplying strength to her thighs that trembled convulsively wanting to collapse while acting as a pounding pestle on top of Eugene.

Because it was after her energy was completely exhausted in the march of love that lasted until dawn.

Like that, round the time the morning sunlight grew stronger and more birds chirped.

Kooooo.

Seeu.

The Earl couple lying side by side fell fast asleep. It's different from the sleep up until now where pajamas and blankets were everything. They wrapped each other's body heat around their whole bodies.

The face of Valda who was offered an arm pillow is full of happiness. Her hands covered her husband's chest, and her legs his thighs.

It's a somewhat vulgar posture for a princess to take, but it couldn't be helped. The fear that pounced on her the moment they tried to distance themselves to sleep after sharing body heat all night long.

Because that easily pushed aside even the princess's pride and dignity.

* * *

Only around the time the after-meal drowsiness crept up past lunchtime did the maids enter the lord's bedroom.

Because the sign hung on the entrance doorknob, 'Do not disturb.', finally disappeared then.

"Congratulations!"

As soon as they opened the door, the maids greeted with joyful faces at the erotic smell that swiftly approached. The marriage was completed safely.

The Blackhand clan, who merely joined to evade the prophesied disaster, had become intoxicated with the living environment developing day by day.

Stronger combat techniques, better equipment, enriched supplies, a solid system, dependable political protection.

Once living standards rise, they can never be turned back to before.

- How did we even endure back then?

- I said we brought sheep into the tent in winter and hugged them to sleep, but the youngest kid wouldn't believe it.

The Dark Elves tilted their heads whenever they talked about their past wandering life.

- The Lord should quickly settle a family too.

But the one protecting all this is just a single Meyer. Therefore everyone thirsted for Eugene's marriage.

"We overslept. Did you perhaps miss your meals too, waiting because of us?"

"Please do not mind us. We filled our stomachs with jerky..."

The maids who raised their heads smiling opened their mouths looking at the bedroom that had become a mess.

"Valda. Let's step aside quickly. It will be an obstacle if we are here."

"Y-yes."

Valda hid behind Eugene while dragging her slippers. The hair the maids elaborately decorated was tied into a ponytail after being completely undone.

"Then work hard."

Nod.

The two passed by the side of the bowing maids.

Sniff.

Gasp.

At that moment, the maids' noses reacted. Although not as much as the therianthropes, the fairy race's noses are quite sensitive.

Everyone didn't miss the various scents vibrating from the bride. The smell of Elf sweat filling her whole body, the human's saliva, and even the fishy smell that definitely belonged to her husband.

Perhaps conscious of that, Valda's face flushed red.

Moreover, having used strength intensely all night and not being able to have breakfast and lunch, she was hungry too.

Gurgle.

Gurrgle!

Not failing their status as a married couple, the sounds of boat horns rang out at the same time.

"I am hungry. Shall we go to the dining room?"

"I will take a bath first. You eat first."

Valda doubled her walking pace pressing down her pounding heart.

'To think I never even considered starting a family.'

Eugene chuckled at his lovely wife's back figure. He simply anticipated the hearty days ahead even more.

* * *

"Is it not modest for a meal a Sir Knight is having?"

Rex approached Eugene who was dining in the VIP dining room. Even after ascending to the rank of Earl, Rex continues to call him Sir Knight.

That is a privilege Eugene bestowed upon the founding member who was with him from the early days. A reward does not have to be just a territory or wealth.

For the proud Rex, it was a profound dignity more than anything else. A valuable privilege that other knights and the vassals who swore loyalty envied, yet couldn't dare even to mention.

"It looks modest on the outside, but it's pretty expensive food."

Eugene bit into the fried cod. The savory cod meat infused with oil and the generously sprinkled scent of black pepper spread. It was a fresh one just brought up through the Thames River.

French fries generously topped with Homi's special ketchup, a pile of boiled peas, and unpeeled sliced apples accompanied it.

"Did you call it Fish and Chips?"

Food made utilizing precious cooking oil and even more precious black pepper to the fullest. Unlike its modest appearance, it is a delicacy that is hard for even nobles to eat easily.

"Your Excellency. I am ready."

The scribe who fiercely wielded his pen over letter paper near Eugene said.

"If you work while eating, you will get indigestion."

"It can't be helped. Because there is a lot of work in the early days of ascending to the Earl title."

Eugene handed the fork over to Rex, who showed curiosity in the fried cod. And nodded to the scribe.

"Announce to all of Britannia. Under the names of the powerful Meyer and the noble Philiamor, the south has united into one."

"Wait. Thank you for caring, but change the order. Having Valda lead up front and me supporting from behind feels better."

"Understood."

Rex, who was chewing feeling he saw a whole new world, made an appalled face.

"Must you go that far?"

"Originally they say words sound different depending on how you say them. Since in noble society, they find fault even with trivial things."

Although it is an auspicious marriage, there are quite a lot of perspectives in the world feeling sorry for Valda.

Particularly those who had not witnessed the revival of the Emerald Garden or the wedding directly, but only heard rumors, were like that.

- The Countess must feel like she's walking on a cliff top too.

- She's a woman with nothing but a bloodline, isn't it obvious? Every moment she will have to read the Earl's mood and flatter him.

Such cases were innumerable in noble society. No matter how much the social climate prioritized bloodlines, it is a rule that if there is no power in the end, everything becomes meaningless.

Even for this reason alone, Eugene wanted to dilute the impression of him being an external conqueror as much as possible.

Scratch scratch.

The scribe who finished revising continued speaking.

"Our swords and arrows will only be aimed at foreign enemies. I warn all those pillaging while crossing the southern borders, those attacking traveling merchant groups, and those illegally collecting tolls. And..."

Taking advantage of the chaos of the civil war, the entire country is groaning from thievery and power trips. Eugene declared that the south was liberated from such evils.

"There is a part I want to add in the last verse. Are you ready to write?"

"Please command me."

"The master of the south has changed. The misunderstandings that occurred with the previous master have vanished together with him. If it's a grudge that won't disappear, I will listen through conversation. Friends for peaceful coexistence are always welcome."

Scratch scratch.

Around the time he finished the meal, the revised letter was completed.

"Copy it and send it to all over Britannia."

"Yes. Excellency."

Rex watched the scribe exit carrying the letter in his arms.

"How many among the great lords will come out favorably?"

"That Kruger bastard will return fire telling me to screw off. But those targeted by that guy will probably respond favorably. Especially, I have high expectations for Earl Edward of the west."

Earl Edward, the great lord of the west, claimed neutrality in the civil war.

- Do you plan to remain neutral toward my enemies too? Stop sprouting nonsense and just send hostages. Joining me in the campaign and ending the war quickly is true neutrality.

However, to Earl Kruger who occupied the central region, there are only enemies or allies. The western nobles lacking in fighting power would desperately desire a strong alliance.

"Excellency!"

At that time, a messenger hurriedly approached, intersecting with the exiting scribe.

"An urgent report on the central region situation."

"Speak."

"It's reported that the Edward family heavily lost in a battle with the Kruger family."

"By all means, words become seeds."

Eugene sighed.

"So, the damage scale?"

"Although there was quite some troop loss, the eldest son and successor succeeded in escaping. However, it's reported that Earl Edward was captured as a prisoner of war."

He wanted to enjoy a peaceful honeymoon, but the world didn't seem to have the intention to leave Eugene be.