Chapter 560 – Ep.558 Kingdom of Vittorio
“Wow, this really is a proper bedroom?”
After being kicked out of the kitchen, I passed through another hallway and arrived in front of a new door. When I opened the door, I was faced with a large space with my dog’s bed side by side.
It was a bit disappointing that there was no window to look outside like in the kitchen, but the charm of the bed in front of me was too great to argue with that.
“Long live magic.”
As I lay down on a soft bed with the scent of warm sunlight rising from me, I couldn’t help but praise the magic that made all of this possible.
Sweet.
“I’m really crazy.”
There was a familiar-looking iron box under the bed, so I opened the lid, and there was a cool breeze and glass bottles containing various alcoholic beverages and mineral water lined up neatly.
After all, it seems like an excellent wizard in the party is essential.
You casually bring magic tools that are hard to find even if you pay money.
‘There’s another room?’
I don’t know how many times I’ve been surprised since getting on the carriage. However, I discovered a little later that there was another door of the same size right next to the door I opened.
It looks like there are still more surprises left.
I slowly opened another door with excitement, as if I had returned to my childhood.
Wow ──
A slightly narrow space that appeared with the familiar sound of water.
“Oh my god…”
I was amazed by imagining the sound of water coming from behind the glass door, which was obscured by cloudy vapor and could not be seen inside.
‘I guess I’ll take a bath in a carriage as long as I live.’
On the left wall, there was a large glass wall so that one could see the upper body, and in front of it was a dressing table and a chair.
And in the front there is a glass door leading into the bathroom.
To the right is a basket containing neatly rolled up towels and a basket for unloaded laundry. And there was a space prepared to store a change of clothes.
‘But who is it?’
Wasn’t Beneo driving and everyone but her gathered in the kitchen?
Rather than thinking about the faces of those in the kitchen, I rummaged through the clothes in the laundry bin.
‘Black panties with lace.’
In the past, to please me, the girls always stuck to plain gray or white panties, but now they often enjoy wearing these strange underwear.
In particular, Siran and Nyaho do not wear underwear at all, and in the case of Giena, she only wears very skimpy underwear that is exposed because important parts are completely split, no matter where she got it.
In other words, it is now difficult to find out who someone is just by looking at their underwear.
However, through the pure white robe bundled up just below the underwear, I could easily figure out who was inside.
‘It’s Agatha.’
Certainly, considering her status and position, it would be very difficult for her to join the kitchen gathering now.
I put her panties in her hand back into the laundry basket and then left the locker room.
I was curious about what was inside, so I thought about just taking off my clothes and going in, but since it was right next to the bedroom, I felt like I was doing something really bad.
I’m lying in bed like that, spending some time in a daze.
Sweet.
The locker room door opened, and Agatha, with her wet hair wrapped in a towel, walked out.
She said, “I thought she would come inside, but she was a little surprised.”
“Did you know?”
“Wouldn’t it be even weirder if you came in openly and didn’t know?”
Well, the sound of water was clearly audible, so there was no way the sound of me opening the door and going in couldn’t have been heard inside.
“Sleep.”
“… ?”
I blinked as she suddenly came in front of me and held out a towel.
“I want you to wipe it.”
“… “Yes.”
What.
Why does the person asking for the favor get angry?
After handing over the towel, I turned around, placed her buttocks between my crotches, and carefully wiped her hair with the towel as she sat on the bed.
“I packed all my luggage, but they didn’t even give me time to pack it and brought me in as if they were kidnapping me.”
“… Are you going to Nemea?”
“Then who would it be?”
I couldn’t bear to respond to his blatantly annoyed answer, so I avoided answering by clearing my throat.
“Are you siding with her now that she’s your wife? “You have to point out the parts that didn’t go well.”
“… “I will take care of that.”
“I will watch.”
I smiled awkwardly, draped her wet towel over my shoulder, and carefully ran my hands through her shiny blonde hair to tidy it up.
“Maybe it’s because there are so many women, but their skills are quite good.”
“I will do this more often from now on.”
“Sure. “As someone who came to help, I will enjoy everything I can.”
“I will take the utmost care.”
The only thing she can enjoy here is me combing her hair, giving her a massage, or sleeping with her in bed like I do now, so of course I have to care.
“It’s better than that.”
“What do you mean?”
“… “Why are you smelling that?”
“Oh, just. “Because it’s a habit.”
“… “Give it to me.”
Agatha takes the towel away from her nose.
She quickly got out of bed, opened her dressing room door, threw away her towel and returned to her seat.
“We’ve already seen everything we need to see, so why are you embarrassed?”
“Well, that’s a completely different problem, isn’t it?”
Well, my sister and Nemea get freaked out when I try to smell them right after they sweat.
“Stop talking about the smell!!”
“Ah yes.”
Did he not wear separate underwear?
Every time she pounded the bed, her chest shook very freely, and my eyes naturally turned towards it.
Sometimes she thought the fish biting the bait were stupid, but since she came here she’s found out that it has nothing to do with stupidity.
“Look at her face.”
“Aren’t you wearing underwear?”
“… Nemea, I told you that she was brought in like a kidnapper and I couldn’t bring her luggage.”
“Oh, I did.”
Since I was wearing pajamas, I thought I had brought some clothes.
“I borrowed this from Siran. “For the rest of us, it’s a little uncomfortable because our breasts are pinched.”
This is a remark befitting the Pope who worships the god of abundance.
But what on earth is Siran, whose breasts are bigger than that of the Pope?
“… “The story keeps leaking out to other places.”
“I will just close my mouth and listen.”
“Well, it’s not a serious story, so it doesn’t matter… Still, if you listen carefully, I think you will feel a little happy as a speaker.”
She took a bottle of water from her storage, quenched her thirst and sat down next to me.
“As the party is a party, no matter what you do, your life will not be in danger, but you said that you want to achieve the desired result in the most amicable way possible.”
“Yes. That’s why I brought Agatha.”
“… “It was closer to kidnapping.”
She used to seem infinitely benevolent, but once her mask came off, she was just an ordinary person, no different from her other lovers.
“Anyway, I guess I should say I’ve been lucky so far… “You’ve never met any noble men, have you?”
“I have met the royal family before.”
“Elves are an exception.”
“Then there is none.”
Even after I answered, I thought about it and found it a bit surprising.
Even though she spent four years working as a receptionist, she moved around quite a bit for the rest of her year and she never once ran into one of her male friends with her last name.
“Well, as usual, unless you come from a really poor family, most people live in the capital, so it’s understandable.”
“Because it is the most prosperous and developed?”
“Oh, do you understand? “It seems like you too are a man, right?”
Even if it wasn’t something specific, it was something that could be easily inferred, but I just nodded appropriately.
“I’m not specifically going to stop by the kingdom’s capital, so there’s no need to worry about that right away. Instead, when you arrive at your destination, the capital of the Tullius Empire, you will often encounter men.”
It is said that the empire guarantees a certain level of freedom to men, whether slaves, commoners, or nobles.
She also said that even if you were a slave, if you caused harm, you would immediately be punished at the level of a serious crime.
“Not all men are like that, but nine out of ten have very terrible personalities and bad intentions. This is especially severe if you were born into a noble family.”
Agatha briefly poked my forearms and chest with her fingers.
“… “I don’t think you need to worry too much.”
“I guess I’m a bit strong.”
“It seems so. “Then try to endure it as long as you can.”
“If you can endure it… ?”
“There are probably many things. “Like they’re being sarcastic about being born in the desert or making up and spreading rumors that don’t exist?”
I thought they were hiring an assassin again or playing with the food. But at best it’s just an argument.
“Because it is such a stagnant place, interests are quite complicated. “If you want to achieve the results you want on your own without the help of your wives, it would be beneficial to be as self-sufficient as possible.”
“Will you help me?”
“I can help you connect with connections in the imperial palace, but anything more than that might be difficult, right? If I blatantly push you, your identity will soon be revealed, and rumors will naturally spread, right? Then, even if you don’t want it, you will receive the praise of your wives.”
“…”
“What? “That unpleasant gaze.”
In response to her question, I looked away and thought.
‘If that’s the case, there’s no reason I brought you here.’
This is because the connection to the imperial palace has already been tightly held for a long time. That’s the golden dong-a-jul, which recently started flying very quickly with wings on its back.
‘But I have to be careful about contacting Marvius.’
It may have been before Adrian took her side, but the princess’s power now would be much greater than I thought.
If I had simply considered moving to the Demon Continent, I wouldn’t have had to worry like this.
As I was trying to build a feat that wasn’t even in the Eight Characters, there were too many factors to consider.
“I want to hear more about the empire.”
“It doesn’t cost any money, so it doesn’t matter.”
Wow.
‘… ?’
He said it didn’t matter, but why did he suddenly put his legs on my thighs?
“I heard you’re good at massage? “Make sure to massage it a bit.”
It looks like he doesn’t even want to manage his image in front of me anymore.
But what can you do?
The one who is thirsty is the one who digs the well.
