Foreigner’s Mistake

Book 9: Chapter 211: Demonic Dragon ~ 26

The world is a big place.

According to a map that was once prepared during the time of the Ancient Magical Kingdom, the continent is approximately 15,000 miles (20,250 km) from east to west and 14,000 miles from north to south. it is said that the sea extends from the east, west, south, north, and south ends of the continent to the end of the continent.

The reason for this is that since the time of the Ancient Magical Kingdom, no one has ever returned from an exploration of the open seas.

During the time of the Ancient Magical Kingdom, four major powers in the East jointly invested in and developed a large ship. that carried 200 wizards and 700 slaves to explore the open sea, lost contact after seven days, and never returned. The Holy Kingdom of Oberfern, which ruled the church at the time and is the only kingdom that has survived the Seven Day Disaster, blamed the four great powers, saying that they had been punished for being further away from the divine earth than necessary.

Since then, it has been forbidden to explore the ends of the world.

Of course, cultural styles vary from region to region.

However, in terms of cultural sophistication, the Eastern nations lead the way. The west, with its 13 city-states and Raid, was also developed in its own way, but it was inferior to the east. The central part of the country is not so developed, probably due to the harsh natural environment in many areas.

The Seven Days Disaster killed off many Magical Kingdoms and all of their wizards, but most of the buildings remained clean, so the surviving former slaves used the buildings as they were. Of course, there was no way to use the infrastructure, which required a great deal of magic power, but the sophisticated buildings are still in use today.

Rothfort, a major power that dominates the southeastern part of the continent, is one of the ten remaining states that arose immediately after the Seven Day Disaster.

Its royal castle is called the Castle of Splendor and shines in rainbow colors so brightly that it can be recognized even from a distance. The Castle of Splendor, which was inherited from the royal castle of Heinzwald, a superpower among the Ancient Magical Kingdoms, continues to shine and boasts its majesty even now, more than 500 years later.

The courtyard of the Castle of Splendor has now passed the halfway mark of autumn and is about to be transformed into a garden where winter roses will take center stage. Although it is relatively warm in this country and there is rarely snow even in winter, the gardeners change the appearance of the garden according to the season.

A knight was walking leisurely through the courtyard.

He was dressed in red sheet metal armor and a white cloak, the formal attire of the Knights of the Order of the Phantom Knights of Rothfort East, a favorite of children in this region, and his face was scarred from his eyes to his cheeks. He had intentionally left the scars on his face, which could be healed with the Holy Art of Regeneration if the wounds were slight. The man, who was probably in his prime as a swordsman and knight, was approached from behind by a lively voice.

Sir Granfeld!

The knight Granfeld turned around slowly at the sound of that voice. There was a fair-skinned girl with bright blond hair, blue eyes, and a fair complexion. She was dressed in a shiny dress, but the beauty of her figure was so beautiful that it made Granfeld's breath catch in his throat.

I see that you have returned.

She must have recognized Granfeld's figure and started running without thinking. The girl's voice is small and bouncy.

Ohhh, Princess

Grunfeld gracefully got down on one knee and made a knightly salute to the beloved princess of Rothfort. Before the girl can open her mouth, a boy's voice comes from behind her.

Sister, wait~!

And Alfredo-sama, too

Looking up slightly, Granfeld smiles smugly as a small boy, about eight years old, trots over and clutches at the girl's dress.

Sister, that's so immodest. Running in a dress.

My. If you put it that way, what about Alfredo, who is losing to a woman's legs?

I'll run faster than Sister in no time!

Granfeld's eyes narrowed and he smiled at the amusing exchange between the two siblings. 14-year-old girls and 8-year-old boys have different physiques. The girl is athletic and is even praised by the previous general who taught her sword, so it will be some time before the boy can overtake her.

Clutching the edge of his sister's dress, the boy noticed Granfeld's gaze and looked up at his sister's face with trepidation, trying to hide in her shadow.

Who is this knight, Sister?

He is Sir Granfeld, the Guardian Knight of the Goddess of Protection. You should remember him.

The Guardian Knight of the Goddess of Protection! Wow

The boy had greeted him once, but he still couldn't seem to remember. It was only for a moment that the boy greeted Granfeld, and because of his position, the boy meets with many people daily. It is no wonder that at the age of eight, he does not remember a single knight with whom he exchanged only a fleeting greeting.

My name is Barbraid Granfeld, and I am the Guardian Knight of the Goddess of Protection. I hope to make your acquaintance hereafter.

The boy nodded his head as Granfeld knelt down on one knee and bowed. He is accustomed to being served by someone who is older than him. It was only natural. The boy is the next king of the Great Country of Rothfort and has been educated from early on to be a gifted young man.

The girl, who was called "Sister" by the boy, fluttered her long eyelashes thoughtfully.

Where is the Goddess of Protection?

To the Holy Lake. I'm afraid she has had a bit of a hard day's work. ......

My, ....... That's a pity.

The girl crossed her arms with a sincere expression, placed her lightly clenched fists near her shoulders, and gently closed her eyes. Every gesture of this girl is picturesque.

After praying for a while, she slowly opened her eyes. Her blue eyes and beautiful face showed her curiosity.

Where did you go this time?

From the Dragon's Back to Ares, the city of sorcery.

My, Ares, the city of sorcery! It's a city-state famous for the Academy of the Wise, isn't it!

The girl's expression suddenly became florid.

Please tell me a story!

If you don't mind me telling you about a certain mystery...

Granfeld replied, taking pains not to be seen smiling. Granfeld could not refuse the request of the girl in front of him.

Feruanna Veracid Quon Rothfort.

Princess of the Great Country of Rothfort. She has the highest soul of the human race, having achieved the highest number ever in the soul spirit search at the time of her birth.

It will be some time before the fates of this girl and Satoru intersect.

The Yamato is currently piloted by Leia, who has been flying continuously for an entire day without landing on the ground for testing purposes. At dinnertime, it is becoming a pattern that Leia, who is unable to help with meal preparation and does not need to eat, becomes the pilot.

At first glance, Solor, who also does not need to eat, seems to be fine, but since Solor takes the initiative in helping with meal preparation and cleaning up afterward, Leia, who does not do such things, has become uncomfortable, and as a result, this has naturally become the case.

Since the Yamato hadn't been down there once that day, they didn't have any fresh food on hand from hunting, etc., so dinner was provided by stocking up.

Rico immediately took out the ingredients from Satoru's homemade refrigerator, which was set up at the watering hole today, and examined them. This granting was done by Solor. Satoru was too rough in adjusting the temperature and it was difficult to control. The temperature in the refrigerator is adjusted to about 3C and the freezer to -10C. Needless to say, Rico was delighted when she heard the description of the refrigerator. Rico, who is the head chef of this party, continues to cook skillfully and deliciously.

After dinner, they took a leisurely bath again today. Although there is a culture of hot baths in this world, it is considered a luxury enjoyed by royalty and aristocrats, and it is not customary to take a bath every day. The slaves were also very reserved, but for Satoru, a purely Japanese man, a hot bath is something he would not trade for anything.

Today, Liz was to take a bath with Satoru. There is a tendency among the women to think that taking a bath with Satoru is a joyful thing, but Satoru politely ignores this. However, Satoru still washed Liz by hand.

Phew

After a refreshing bath, Satoru sat down on the bed while ruffling his hair with a dry cloth. He was naked on top of his body, pantyhose style.

Next to Satoru, Solor and Isolde were taking a bath. Satoru can hear them whispering behind the curtains. All the slaves know that today is the day to check the results of Isolde's training, who had fulfilled her wonderfully delicate quota of 10 climaxes a day before dinner.

Solor, who has to be punished for not being able to restore her magic power through sexual intercourse for 10 days if Satoru is not pleased with the results of her training, is probably not too keen on the idea. Liz, who was carefully drying her hair near Satoru, also looked somewhat nervous. As the person who supervised the training, she is probably uncomfortable. She has removed her hair ornament, so her hair is the color of a raven's wet feathers mixed with black and green.

Eventually, the curtains were opened and Solor and Isolde appeared.

Satoru groans at the sight of them.

Isolde was dressed differently than usual. Normally, she wears pants and other practical clothes that do not give her a sense of sexiness, but today she is wearing a gown. It was probably custom-made by Solor for the occasion.

However, it is a little too glamorous to be called a gown. It has no sleeves, has large armpits like a tunic worn by Rico, and is only mid-thigh in length. The gown is slightly loose and is only lightly tied with an obi belt, so that the chest, which is not wrapped in cloth, can be glimpsed.

Her hair, which is usually uneven, must have been carefully combed today, and it was neatly arranged, with a hint of vermilion in her expression. She looked sexier than ever.

Isolde was standing still for a moment under Satoru's gaze, but then Solor patted her on the hip and she stepped closer to Satoru. Her racy, uncharacteristic mannerisms were actually refreshing. Isolde, sitting on her haunches at Satoru's feet, looked a little nervous. Even so, she keeps her back straight and stares at Satoru's face.

Isolde

Ha!

Isolde returns nervously. The length of her gown is a little short, so it gives off a subtle eroticism that makes it seem as if her secret place is not visible.

Satoru smiles softly as if to say, "Don't be nervous".

Surely you've had a hard time these past three days, haven't you?

No, it has indeed been hard, but it has not been hard work at all.

Satoru's eyes narrow a little at Isolde's immediate response. Isolde still looks nervous, but there is no hesitation in her eyes. She says it clearly.

If it is necessary for me to be reborn as a slave of Milord. It is not worth the trouble

...... I see. Then, well, I'll say a good job. On top of that.

Satoru approached Isolde's face, leaning forward slightly with his hands crossed as he sit on the side of the bed. Isolde shows no sign of trying to escape.

What have you gotten out of the last three days?

That's a lot of things. On top of that, Milord. First, let me apologize.

Apologize?

Isolde quickly made a gesture as if she were brushing off her hem, and then slowly got down on her knees.

Yes. On both occasions that I have had physical contact with Milord, I have been incredibly rude.

Rude, right. ......

Satoru looked down at Isolde, who was crawling on the floor and boasted quietly. As matter of fact, Satoru doesn't blame her for saying or doing something out of ignorance, nor does he thinks it was disrespectful that she climaxed alone and fainted before Satoru could cum.

However, Solor was indignant at the rudeness, and surely she had her own thoughts on the matter.

I have committed numerous acts that are unbecoming of a slave to a Milord. I have done so much that I deserve to have my head chopped off. But, Milord...

Satoru made a difficult face. What kind of royalty and aristocrat would cut off someone's head for rudeness at a wedding?

You don't deserve to have your head chopped off. I can't accept the whole "Slave" thing. First of all, you're sorry, aren't you?

About that, yes.

Then make the most of it in the future. The way you should apologize is to keep showing me that you've reflected on yourself.

Anyone can make a verbal apology or express remorse, but true remorse can only be achieved by facing up to the mistakes so that they will not be repeatedSatoru thinks so. Of course, as human beings, there is no such thing as a perfect personality. But even so, you should be able to pay attention.

......Thank you very much.

Isolde's voice trembled as she remained flat. She was delighted by Satoru's degree, as usual.

Raise your face first. And? How did you grab it?

The basic premise is this. I am not yet good enough to be your lady-in-waiting. So, I have a request.

Satoru silently jerks his chin at Isolde, who looks up at him and urges her to go on.

I have been disciplined for the past three days, but I realize that I am still lacking. So, Liz-dono, Solor-dono.

Liz, who is sitting on a chair beside Satoru's bed, and Solor, who is standing diagonally behind Isolde, look at each other in turn.

I know it's annoying. But for the time being, could you please discipline me a little more?

Ha. ...... No, umh.

Liz was puzzled by Isolde's slight bow. She looks around at Isolde, Solor, and Satoru. No matter what Isolde requests, she first needs Satoru's permission. Satoru, noticing this point, shrugged lightly.

Do what you want. I won't force you.

Satoru had no intention of interrupting this matter. Isolde's ambition demanded further discipline, which was understandable, but if Liz didn't want to do it, he would not force her to do it.

Of course, you could refuse. Even up to this point, I was so ignorant, and I was so skillfully disciplined. I am extremely grateful. I would like to thank you in some way.

No, there is no need to thank me ....... The best way to thank you is to give your body and soul to Onii-sanour precious Lord.

It is for Satoru's sake. Liz is also aware of this thought.

As usual, Satoru marveled at the women who were too good for him. Liz's thought is mature enough to say, "I don't need any credit, I don't need any thanks, I just want to serve the Lord".

Liz glanced at Solor with hesitation. Solor nodded her head with an expressionless face.

I will leave it to Liz-sama. It is only under Liz-sama's direction that Isolde-sama's training has been successful. I don't think I could have trained Isolde-sama this well on my own.

Liz dropped her gaze for a moment and thought for a while. 

......Sigh. I understand. We'll continue for a while after tomorrow.

I am grateful

I think it's too early to thank you, don't you think?

Liz smiled thinly at Isolde, who bowed her head with a gaping mouth, and told her crisply,

.....I'm going to be strict.

Liz's smile at that moment was so cold that it made Satoru shudder. Isolde shudders at such a smile from the youngest girl

Ah, Uhh......T, that's what I want

Satoru smiled, realizing that Isolde's competitive side was in the fact that she didn't say, "Please be nice to me" here.

After bowing to Liz and Solor, Isolde turns to Satoru again.

For now, I think I've gotten a little more comfortable with my physical body in the past three days......, but I'm still a little slow in that department.

It's too late.

No, well, it's better to be more aware.

I realized that it would not happen overnight. However, it is also sad for me that Milord does not love me.

Isolde's posture is firm. Although a little vermilion was still on her face, Satoru couldn't help but choke up when she said that with a straight face. Isolde kept her posture and stared at Satoru.

Let me make it clear that I, too, would like to be embraced by you.

Y-Yeah

Who put you up to this? Satoru thinks so.

Satoru had thought that Isolde had no romantic feelings for him. He feared that the reason she was willing to be physical with him was because she thought of it as an obligation in the master-slave relationship.

If so, Satoru had no intention of holding Isolde. What he was looking for in a companion was not out of a sense of obligation, but because of the comfort of being loved and being adored. If it is simply a matter of Satoru's sexual desire processing, then masturbation would suffice, to put it another way.

However, Isolde declared to Satoru to his face that she had a love for him. She also said that it is sad that she is not loved. Satoru, too, does not hate Isolde. The obstacles were clearly gone.

But it would be immodest to beg endlessly for a hug, wouldn't it? I was also taught that in sexual intercourse, Milord's feelings come first.

At the edge of Satoru's gaze, Liz looked away. Solor was unreadable with her usual blank expression.

Did Liz put her up to this? No, that's not likely, Satoru thinks without reason.

If Isolde is saying something she doesn't mean and is willing to put up with and accept intercourse with Satoru, that's the end of it if Satoru finds out. Satoru will never want to embrace Isolde in his arms again, and the object of her intrusion is equivalent. Liz would know that Satoru has such a troublesome personality. It is hard to believe that she would take such a risk, being so perceptive.

If so, did Isolde come to this conclusion on her own? Perhaps Liz and Solor had given her some hints.

*shiver* Satoru shuddered. He felt himself inexplicably pleased that a woman of such integrity had declared herself in love with him.

I'm sorry about this, but if Milord feels the need to embrace me, you can either say it outright or give me your Lust. Of course, anytime, anywhere is fine with me.

Satoru has always been a man who is very clear and straightforward. Isolde, as long as she can't distinguish between what's lewd and what's not, she won't make a move on her own. That's graceful.

Even if you said that. In my case, I am basically unaware of my Lust.

Isolde finally laughed softly at Satoru's puzzled voice.

Just leave it as it is. It's the best proof that you are unconsciously releasing it, that you are naturally seeking it, isn't it?

Hmm.....Well, I guess.

Satoru has only been aware of his Lust a few times each with Leia and Solor, but even without being aware of it, it has been triggered on its own. However, even when he was not conscious of it, his Lust was triggered on its own and made Rico, Liz, and Minerva wild. The desire to make the other person feel good is just a natural manifestation of the Lust that he has been triggering. In other words, the Lust is triggered only when Satoru feels the desire to hold his woman.

I am a happy person. Liz-dono and Solor-dono have made me realize that.

She puts her hands on her chest and speaks to him in a deep voice.

I am blessed to serve a man who is both strong enough to subdue me and strong enough to accept my troublesome nature. As a swordsman, there is no greater honor. And not only can I share not only my body but also my mind with Milord. No swordsman could be happier.

Isolde's face is beaming as she says this without hesitation. She must be immersed in the happiness of being a swordsman and a woman at the same time.

Isolde, like Satoru and Minerva, never lies. She hardly ever makes a joke. She is always straightforward.

Use me as you wish, use me as your heart desires. That is my happiness, my hope. If it makes you feel at ease, then I will be even more pleased.

...... I see.

Satoru was ashamed of himself for suspecting that someone had put her up to it. He was dazzled by Isolde's straightforwardness in expressing her thoughts to him.

Isolde straightened her posture and made eye contact with Satoru again.

Then, I would like to say something to Milord.

Hm?

You see ...... I don't know how to say this clearly, that's the thing, you see.

Isolde's gaze slanted down in embarrassment at the question mark on Satoru's face. Her face is more flushed than ever.

Apparently, as my preference, I prefer to be treated harshly, you see ......

Satoru was visibly dismayed.

He thinks he can sort of understand Isolde's preference for being abused. He wonders if she became aware of this preference when she was tied up and blindfolded the first time he played with her.

Satoru bites his own karma.

No! I-I mean! I would be happy just to have Milord do as he pleases!

Oh, gosh. Shut up. All right, all right. No more of that.

Satoru stood up arrogantly, scolding at the sound of the voice that was trying to mend the situation. Satoru, who is even taller than Isolde, stood in front of Isolde, who was sitting on her knees. The sense of intimidation was tremendous.

It is always the way to reap what you have sown, your own karma, your own sins. Satoru looked down at the beautiful woman with an impression of sagacity.

You want to be treated roughly, don't you? You perverted swordsman.

Ouh ......

Isolde gulped and swallowed her spit. Clutching the hem of her gown, Isolde still nodded back hard. Standing in front of her, Satoru's crotch makes its presence felt in his pants. The thought of being roughly handled by this powerful man from now on, rigidly penetrated and violated, makes me tingle Isolde doesn't know the name of that feeling.

Then, let's see what you've done in the last three days, shall we?

I ...... I'm ready

Satoru smiles ferociously, and Isolde stiffens in return.

Will Solor be punished? The test has begun.