Chapter 29 – Last Day in Pelgaroin
Four days later.
The count’s office, where the warm sun shines down.
As I read a book while enjoying a lazy afternoon, I heard a series of crunching noises around me. The sound of metal scraping tickled my nerves, but I didn’t show it.
Because that’s what I did in the first place.
Ignoring it and turning the pages of the book a few times, I inadvertently turned my head towards the noise.
Square square-
In the corner of the room, an elf was kneeling, embossing a picture on a shiny breastplate.
There were several pieces of Japanese paper scattered around, and there were also beautiful paintings on them.
But why is the elf sitting quietly and drawing on paper and breastplate? The reason is simple.
It was because Hildeath, the leader of the Blue Banner Knights, boasted about whether he liked the picture on his breastplate, and his subordinate knights and noble ladies who heard about it carefully asked me.
─Could we also get a picture through your slave?
He must have been seduced by the elf’s outstanding drawing skills of his. I thought about it for a while, but I said I would do it because there was no need to say no.
Perhaps thanks to this, the elf continued to draw for four days after the previous sexual torture.
I was worried about what I would do if they tried to bully me by saying that I didn’t want to draw any more, but I’m not sure if I liked my recent sexual torture or if I just enjoyed the act of drawing, but I haven’t had any complaints so far.
‘I wish they continued to act like that.’
I really liked that he was buried in the painting and didn’t pay attention to me. It is natural that it looks good because he did not ask to sell while hiding his true intentions his.
In addition, the elf in front of me was very off-white. To the extent that I sometimes get admiration.
The sun-soaked silver hair flowing down her shoulders was charming and beautiful, and the half-opened red eyes under the neat eyelashes her contained a grace that was not slavish.
The body had nothing to do with it. It is no exaggeration to say that it is a creature created with only the essence of beauty. To add a little exaggeration, since she kept her mouth shut, she was orphaned like a goddess.
‘What the hell did this woman go through in the past that she’s claiming to be my sex slave?’
Unknown, she becomes more curious. After watching the elf for a while, I closed the book and turned the chair. It was an intention to solve the curiosity when the elf was in a favorable state for me.
“You.”
The drawing elf stops her action and looks back at me. Her questioning eyes her flickered innocently.
“Your master. Do you have anything to say?”
“Okay. It’s because I have a question.”
“What if you’re curious?”
“It means that you want to confirm something about your past.”
“Eh…….”
Her elf flinched at her shoulder her and her face her suddenly blushed.
“Is there anything you can do…….”
Then he got up from his seat and started taking off his apron. I wondered what the hell he was doing, so I looked at him in a puzzled way, and the elf muttered embarrassedly.
“My master is wondering whether I am a virgin or not, so I have no choice but to let you know……. I didn’t expect to have intercourse in a place like this, but if it’s my master, I’m ready to be stabbed like a dog…….”
No, wait.
Why does the question about the past lead to confirmation of virginity? Cognitive dissonance comes because of the absurdity. Since she was absent-mindedly, the elf grabbed both ends of her panties and pulled them down on her, so I hurriedly waved her hand to her.
“Did you turn! Know what this place is like! It’s the count’s office!”
“Hey. So that’s what we’re talking about here. To feel a sense of immorality by having sexual intercourse in a place where you shouldn’t…….”
“I! How! When did you say you were going to do it?! This ungrateful……! You have to talk nonsense!”
When I screamed in fear, the elf made a puzzled expression.
“Lord, master? Didn’t you mean to try my pussy?”
“Do you know what kind of sexual desire I am crazy about!”
“Hee! Sorry, sorry… !”
The elf hastily fell to his knees and prostrated himself. As he lays on his stomach with his buttocks up, the hem of the maid’s uniform skirt flows down, revealing his buttocks. In addition, she did n’t even wear her panties up, so they hung openly on her thighs.
If, by any chance, someone else enters the office and sees this, it will be nothing short of a disaster. I frowned and sighed in annoyance.
“All right, get up and get dressed.”
“Yes, yes…….”
Looking at me, the elf stood up, put her panties on, and wrapped her apron again. Only then did I, relieved, return to my original purpose and open my mouth.
“You vulgar bitch. Don’t misinterpret my question on your own, and answer whatever I ask. How were you before you became a slave?”
Depending on the case, it was a bit risky question, but it would be fine for the current elf who seems to be in a good mood. It was a gamble worth taking if this question gave you even a small hint of the elf’s identity.
“Before I became a slave…….”
The elf wiggles her fingers, avoiding my gaze.
“I do not know. I can’t remember……”
I wonder if it was? I didn’t think they would tell me because I asked for it, but I got a little confused when I was rejected with a single knife. I clicked my tongue and leaned against the back of the chair.
“Then tell me your name. Do you remember the name at least?”
“I’m sorry, master. I don’t even remember the name.”
I don’t even want to tell you my name. If you had given me a pseudonym, I could have guessed somehow. It was frustrating because I was blocking my attempts to collect information.
However, asking more than this would arouse the suspicion of the elves. By waving my hands roughly, I showed that I was no longer interested.
“I know very well that four years are less, so there is nothing surprising. It’s okay, so bring the finished picture. I will have a look before handing it over to the ladies.”
“Ah, I see…….”
The elf nodded and gathered the papers on the floor and held them out to me. I, who received the paper with a displeased face, looked at the drawings the elf drew.
‘…… You draw well. Exactly.’
It feels like there is some kind of power in each line that crosses the washi paper. The trees were full of life, and the flowers just before they bloomed gave off a sense of vitality.
Even just looking at the picture, it makes me feel as if I am in the forest. It’s definitely not a skill I’ve been drawing for a day or two.
I looked at the other paintings, trying hard to make my mouth feel heavy in admiration. Most of the forest-themed animals and plants were drawn in a graceful style.
‘By the way…….’
I’m not sure if it’s intentional or an expression of unconsciousness, but deer appear in all the paintings. Deer with straight horns running dynamically were depicted here and there.
At first, I thought it was a deer roaming freely in the forest, but the more I look at it, the more I feel uneasy.
It may be my own illusion, but these deer felt as if they were running away. Are you sick of the forest? Or maybe a hunter is chasing you from behind.
“Master?”
The elf’s voice breaks my thoughts. I cleared my throat and lifted her head.
“You drew pretty well for a buggy slave. This is enough for ladies and knights to be satisfied…….”
The elf’s eyes are subtly narrowed. Could he be worthy of being praised for drawing well? Swallowing my saliva out of tension, I threw the washi paper at random.
“…… There is no way you can do it! You stupid bitch!”
The fluttering flower petals flutter like petals falling from a tree. Apparently liking that, the elf lowered his head while crying.
“Sorry, sorry……. I’m sorry that I’m a sow with nothing to do…….”
“Tsk. If you know you’re sorry, just redraw it from the beginning.”
“Cheer, from the beginning…….”
I know it’s an outrageous order. But this is also part of the sale. I laughed and lifted my chin.
“Don’t whine. It should be fine if you stay up all night.”
“It’s too much, Master…….”
The sobbing elf picked up the washi paper that had fallen on the floor, walked to the corner of the room, and sat down.
“Hey…….”
It was pitiful to see him swallowing tears while hiccupping, but it was just acting. When I looked up, I heard a knocking sound just in time.
“Come in.”
The door opens and a well-dressed servant enters. The servant greeted me with manners and then began to speak in a polite tone.
“Viscount Theorard. I have made such an excuse to let you know that His Excellency has returned.”
“…… Your Excellency the Count?”
I heard that you will come tomorrow morning. Embarrassed, I hurriedly got up and straightened my clothes.
“Let’s go right away.”
*
He said that His Excellency the Count was waiting for him in the third drawing room of the castle, so he headed there.
When I opened the door and entered, I saw the Count sitting on a sofa in a room that was not very large.
I was sitting with my back to the door, so I could only see his back, but the unique atmosphere made me know that he was Mr. Count.
Hmm, hmm. After lightly clearing my throat, I approached with the most polite gait and stood opposite to His Excellency.
“I’m glad you came back unscathed, Your Excellency Count. If you had told me in advance, I would have gone out to meet you.”
There was no answer. The Count was only absorbed in reading the book in his hand. As I stood awkwardly, His Excellency the Count murmured softly.
“Sit down.”
I politely bowed my head and took my seat. Then, he looked at His Excellency’s appearance.
The neatness of her blonde hair, which resembles Esili’s, is neatly combed back. Not a single speck of dust could be seen on the square court garb her, and his sharp eyes her, like scholars seeking the truth, were engrossed in reading books.
Even though she was over 50 years old, she did not show signs of aging except for minor eye wrinkles. On face value, he looked so correct that it could be said that he was in his thirties.
His Excellency Count, whose dignity can be felt just by looking at him, is Leoberg Pelgarin. He was a great lord who was unknown to anyone in the world of politics as well as in the financial world.
He also knows that he is called one of the five pillars that support the empire, and that even His Majesty the Emperor cannot speak bitterly of the Earl.
However, he does not treat others carelessly based on his power.
He is upright and upright because he is always out of the middle and out of the country, and he is not afraid of being cheated on. That was really cool.
The Count was someone I admired second only to his father, to the point that I made up my mind every day to become an outstanding person like the Count in the future.
‘But, Your Excellency Count.’
How long will you be reading the book?
Even if I wait for a long time, I hesitate to talk to him because he doesn’t take his eyes off the book. As we remained silent due to an unavoidable relationship, only after the sun had set did His Excellency Count close the book.
“Not bad.”
After a brief comment, His Excellency the Count turned to me. The already sharp eyes his narrowed sharply.
“But the look on your face makes me vexed.”
It was heartbreaking, but I didn’t express it. It’s because you can roughly guess what I mean by saying this. His Excellency the Earl, an old friend of his father His and the head of Pelgaroin, who rules the central part of the Empire…….
“Don’t you feel that my appearance is terrible because you are getting more and more handsome every day?”
He’s a little clumsy at showing his crush on the person he likes.
