Chapter 164 – Inauguration Ceremony
Agnes knelt down, bowed her head toward the ground, and trembled all over.
“Please remain my own captain. Please…”
It looked miserable.
The head of the female knight, unyielding in the face of any formidable enemy, is savagely slammed into the ground.
The sky-blue ponytail, which was neatly piled up, was disheveled like a broom.
Her breasts, which were far too large for her small size, protruded from between her armpits and sides like spilled dough, and were on the verge of overflowing.
Through the cracks in the hem of her rolled up top, her pure white back is clearly visible.
Even, because of her crouching posture, her underwear and buttocks, which should be quietly hidden inside her bottom, are exposed as they are.
It was a disgraceful attitude that she should never show in front of others, either as a woman or as a knight.
Even if it was just the two of them in her office right now.
No, on the contrary, that’s why I didn’t want to show such an ugly appearance.
Because in front of the person you love, you always want to show only the good side of yourself.
Considering Agnes’ usual personality, she wouldn’t be drunk even in her dreams.
Right now, her mental strength must literally be pushed to the limit.
Like soft thin ice that is about to crumble at any moment.
Meanwhile, Wolfgang was half-mad as he watched in real-time how his precious lover and most loyal subordinate was on the verge of destruction.
‘… Damn, where do I start and how do I fix it?’
It was just an offer she made with the intention of handing over her position to her most trusted subordinate since she could no longer continue her duties as the leader of the Black Lion Knights.
But Agnes suddenly started to shed tears, and now she servilely clings to her as if she were licking her shoes.
Of course, it wasn’t that I couldn’t understand why she was doing that.
Agnes’ earnest confession was enough to put a full blow into Wolfgang’s heart.
It was Agnes, who hadn’t shown it properly, but had secretly harbored feelings of entitlement toward Wolfgang’s other lovers.
All other abilities were objectively unmatched, rather Agnes belonged to the exceptional side, but her competitors were so powerful.
The Imperial Princess and the Saint of the Celestial Church.
Her many men are shining women who would give their lives if they could hold hands.
Compared to them, all women in the Empire are like fireflies in front of the sun.
Agnes, who had to compete with these two for Wolfgang’s love, naturally had no choice but to harbor a sense of crisis and inferiority.
In the meantime, at least the rope that held Agnes so that she could have the least amount of time.
The link that always kept me close to Wolfgang had been completely severed.
The sense of entitlement, the inferiority complex, the anxiety, the jealousy, and the sadness that had been suppressed all this time.
It was ignited all at once by this incident and burning her heart mercilessly.
There is only one person who can put this fire to rest before the ice completely melts.
“Sss, ahhhhh…!”
Agnes, who seemed to have calmed down to some extent, started sobbing again without being able to utter the proper words as if she was overcome with sadness again while lying face down on the floor.
“Wake up.”
Worse still, Wolfgang grabbed Agnes’ hand and carefully raised her body.
Why couldn’t I have cared about it?
She wondered why she had left her woman, who had such deep feelings for her, indifferently.
Dark regret flashed through my mind for a moment, but it literally only lasted for a moment.
The experience of leaving a precious person in the past is enough for once.
Instead of dwelling on the past, we had to focus on the future.
So once again, carefully.
Sincerely.
“I’ll say it again. Agnes, follow me and become the leader of the Black Lion Knights.”
The light green eyes lose their light and become empty at the command that is spat out without any reason.
Her small grip, which would have normally held Wolfgang’s hand tightly, was weak.
Agnes replied with a mechanical nod, like a puppet with a thread broken.
“Yes. If that’s the captain’s will.”
And, I was in despair.
It’s over.
Now I will slowly move away from him and eventually be forgotten.
Just like when I was a child crying alone in a cold room.
Wolfgang, who had been quietly looking at Agnes, quietly added a word.
“You know what?”
“…?”
“After the war, I was a bit twisted somewhere.”
Wolfgang suddenly begins to tell his story.
Then Agnes’s wide eyes regained a little bit of light.
Is it because he found a ray of hope in his calm appearance?
Agnes, even though she was on the verge of being abandoned, thought it was pitiful to see her flustered at every word Wolfgang said, but she couldn’t take her eyes off him.
“As you remember, when I just arrived here… Well, honestly, I was very sensitive. Doesn’t it give cheer to the people as a group? Anyway, it was very different from now.”
“…Yes, it certainly was.”
“Perhaps, I was very sharp right after the war ended. But soon after that, I changed into the me that you and the members know. Do you know why?”
“Why?”
“That’s because I have a place to go back to.”
Agnes was suddenly focused on Wolfgang’s story without realizing it.
Of course, it was because it was the voice of a man he loved so much, and it even had a heavy bass that was nice to listen to.
Above all, it was the first time that Wolfgang had narrated his story at such length.
He was a man who seldom spoke at length.
He wasn’t even on the side of taciturn, but should I say that he doesn’t prefer conversations beyond what’s absolutely necessary.
And it was the same with the time spent with lovers.
Wolfgang preferred expressions of affection through actions rather than words.
When Agnes was held in his wide, warm arms, she naturally felt at ease and the urge to intermingle arose, and the two of them went straight to kissing or having sex more often than talking.
It cannot be denied that they have a deep relationship with each other, but communication is obviously lacking a little to be a romantic relationship.
Although Agnes knew all too well the ecstatic pleasure of having her lower limbs pierced, the feeling of her large breasts being massaged, and the pleasant feeling of her large, thick tongue trampling her lips.
Paradoxically, I did not know what the sincerity of the man I loved was.
It was evident that he had a special feeling for her, but it was unclear whether it was the same love as hers.
Though he thought that it would be enough if Wolfgang enjoyed his own body, which was dull and vulgar for a knight, and because of that, he regarded himself as more special than his subordinate.
He might be abandoned by him now.
She subconsciously wanted more interaction.
“On the battlefield, I was, and still am, the type to go wild almost alone. Others made a fuss about what missions to give me, giving me stars and all, but more than that, I wanted to break even one of the fucking heads of the North Koreans. I was more interested.”
“That…”
Is that why he is so immersed in his past story that started out of nowhere?
In Agnes’s heart, for some unknown reason, the worry that she might be abandoned by Wolfgang slowly began to fade.
“Ah. I’m sorry… The story was useless and incoherent.
“No, it’s fine.”
Moreover, when she said that he was the first person he disclosed her past to, Agnes herself, the deep sense of loss and despair she felt that consumed her disappeared.
“I had to kill at least one more enemy like that to get rid of the countless subordinates I made to die because of my inexperience… I thought it would alleviate my guilt for them.”
For a moment, Wolfgang’s bright red eyes, which had been staring straight into Agnes’s face, seemed to have turned somewhere far away for a moment.
She didn’t care and continued to listen to him.
“But, even though they ran rampant like that, the North Koreans were so vicious that my men’s heads were shattered as much as the number of heads I broke. Is there?”
“Such… Such a thing…”
Agnes, at the time, barely past the age of being conscripted, her story of the war in her north seemed so foreign and cruel to her.
—Kokok
As she listened to Wolfgang’s story, Agnes’ grip suddenly became stronger without her knowledge.
“But the Black Lion Knights were different.”
“How… You mean?”
“At first, everything was clumsy, but it was nice to see everyone working hard and getting better. Apparently, it was a knight commander position that I only took on out of a sense of duty because I was ordered from above, but from one day, going to work suddenly became fun. This is so strange. It’s not a thing.”
Also, Wolfgang smiled slightly as he watched her recover her vitality a little while ago.
Agnes felt her heart race and looked up at his scarred face.
“Maybe that’s why I truly think of the Black Lion Knights as my place to return to. More than home. If the work I have to do as a special force is over, I want to come back here even if I force myself.”
“That…”
“So, Agnes. I will tell you clearly. It may be absurd selfishness, but I want the Knights of the Black Lion to always remain my hometown. So you can come back anytime.”
— Pounding
Agnes’s heart started beating fast.
“Please become the leader of the Black Lion Knights. Agnes. Be the place I will return to.”
The 14th Commander of the Black Lion Knights, Wolfgang von Schwartz.
A word to leave to Agnes von Ihelm, the 15th Commander of the Knights of the Black Lion.
The answer was as if it had already been decided.
“Yes, Captain…”
The inauguration ceremony for the two of them ended just like that.
* * *
Red mage tower.
One of the organizations that have been the first to instill a prejudice to the people of the empire that wizards are eccentric since long ago.
— Hwareuk!
A small fire rises from the top floor there.
The red mage lord twisted his blood-red hair and glanced at the letter from the Unified Command.
“Heh. Special power?”
Soldiers are truly a troublesome tribe.
It’s been so long since they’ve had so many wizards in the war, and they’re brazenly requesting cooperation.
And that too in an ungodly way like a letter.
In her yard, where she had just recently taken office as the head of the Mage Tower and lacked time to improve herself, her occasional official documents were just another source of irritation for her.
Besides, working with that stupid, savage fellow again.
I don’t even want to die such an idiot. Die soon
Just like that, the letter carefully handwritten by the commander-in-chief of the empire was thrown into the flames of the fire… Don’t try
“Hmm! Well, but… Let’s hear what he’s going to do? Maybe it’ll help me establish my position…”
—Druck!
An innumerable number of security spells were quietly enshrined in the nested drawers.
