Chapter 47

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The next day, late afternoon.

I woke up from a long sleep feeling unusually refreshed.

“Ah… I slept well.”

Thanks to the soft blankets and pillows, my body feels completely fine. I must have slept for over 12 hours.

After spending more than a month on field beds, lying on a proper bed feels like pure luxury.

Rubbing my eyes, I looked around. My throat was dry, so I searched for a water bottle.

Then, I suddenly realized something was off.

“Where am I?”

I don’t remember setting up a private mansion in the Royal Capital. This room is too large and luxurious to be my officer’s quarters.

I tried to get up from the bed, but as I put pressure on my arm, I felt a soft, squishy sensation and heard a woman’s moan.

“Haaah… Sir?”

“…Lady?”

It seemed she had woken up from the sudden movement, still half-asleep. But Lady Arshah’s gaze was clearly fixed on me.

Her usual business-like demeanor was replaced with a gaze full of affection and warmth.

She smiled at me warmly, seemingly both slightly embarrassed and relieved.

It was then that I realized—my left hand was resting on her large, beautiful breast.

“I-I’m sorry!!”

Fuck, I’m screwed. What have I done? Harassing a young noblewoman who isn’t even married?

Wait, did we sleep in the same bed last night? Naked, with a 9-year age gap? Should I just commit seppuku right now?

I quickly pulled my hand away, scrambling backward in panic.

But the lady, instead of being upset, pouted as if disappointed.

“Hey, you can keep touching if you want?”

“What are you talking about?!”

“Why not? You spent all night sucking and fondling me. Don’t act shy now.”

Covering only her vital areas with the blanket, she approached me like a cat, placing her head on my thigh and asking playfully.

“Did you forget what happened last night? What we did after leaving the palace?”

“You and I…? Oh.”

My brain, still groggy from sleep, finally recalled the events of the previous night after her words.

I had left the palace despite my subordinates’ protests and headed to my office.

There, drowning in frustration, I drowned my sorrows in alcohol.

—What have I been fighting for all this time? If this is how it ends, what was the point of my life? Was our devotion all for nothing?

—It seems you’ve been holding a lot inside.

—If this is how it’s going to be, we should’ve just surrendered to the Empire! If I had fled right after becoming a lieutenant general, I could’ve saved at least some of my men! At least 50,000 fewer would’ve died!!

—But the war has stopped now, hasn’t it? At least no more people are dying.

—That’s bullshit! What does that change? The dead won’t come back! Karl, Armin, Otto! They were all good men. If it weren’t for the war, they could’ve lived happily somewhere, but now they’re just frozen corpses in the snowy plains…

—…We’ll have to think about that slowly. At least we can ensure their sacrifices are honored.

A glass of port, a round of curses.

A glass of whiskey, a bout of lamentation.

I drank heavily, using the anger bottled up inside me as a side dish.

I mourned the lost years I could never reclaim, trying to drown my sorrows in alcohol.

Meanwhile, the lady sat beside me, refilling my glass and nodding along to my words.

Occasionally, she wiped my tear-streaked face and drank with me.

The alcohol, stored for long periods with high alcohol content, quickly took its toll.

Despite my robust health, I couldn’t hold out for long. By midnight, I could no longer control my body.

—Oh dear, you’re too drunk. Why don’t you rest at my mansion for a bit? My parents are gone since I had them arrested.

—Anywhere… just somewhere to lie down…

—Alright. I’ll take you there right away.

Normally, I would’ve just gone home and passed out.

But in my drunken state, I couldn’t think straight. Oblivious, I followed the lady without question.

And so, in a mansion with no one else around, a man and a woman, both drunk—what do you think happened?

With my self-control shattered and my judgment gone, what else could’ve happened?

It followed the predictable, clichéd sequence.

We undressed to wash up, touched each other while cleaning, and naturally ended up on the bed together.

—This is my first time, so please be gentle?

—It’s my first time with a real woman too. I think it goes in here…

—Ah, ah! Slowly, haaah!! I’m going to…!

—I’ll just go in. Is it okay to finish inside? No problem, right?

—Y-Yes! With you, it’s fine! Please, go ahead and finish inside me!!

Both of us, virgins, ended up doing all sorts of things.

Thrusting from below, taking it in the mouth, sucking on her breasts, and then thrusting again… Ah, fuck. How deprived were we to go that far?

We definitely kissed multiple times, but I think we finished inside her more often.

The scattered clothes and bodily fluids around the room were clear evidence of last night’s intensity.

“…I’ll take responsibility.”

In this situation, there was only one thing I could say.

“Suddenly?”

“I can’t just pretend nothing happened after enjoying myself all night.”

Not only did I take the young lady’s virginity, but there were also hundreds of people who saw her taking me away. There’s no way this won’t spread through the Royal Capital.

After seeing how the Empire’s princess’s life was ruined by rumors of almost being raped, how could I do the same?

No matter how much of a scoundrel I am, I’m not that much of a trashy bastard.

If I don’t want to ruin this girl’s future, I have no choice but to take responsibility.

“Hehe, it’s fine. It’s not like I seduced you to trap you or anything. I knew what I was doing when I shared a bed with you.”

“But.”

“Ah, there’s no need to feel guilty. Just think of it as a good experience. It was just one night, right?”

She gently placed her finger on my lips.

“If you really want to take responsibility, propose to me properly later. I’ll gladly change my surname to Roytel.”

With her saying that, I couldn’t refuse.

“…Understood.”

“Good. Then, shall we have breakfast together? Our chef makes amazing omelets.”

“Please, no alcohol. I don’t want to cause another accident.”

“Of course. You’re still hungover, so drinking with breakfast is out of the question.”

She pulled a bathrobe from the drawer to cover herself, then turned to me before getting up.

“Ah, and.”

“Hmm?”

“Can you stop calling me ‘Lady’ all the time? You can speak casually, like yesterday. And don’t call me by my surname anymore.”

“So, you want me to call you by your first name?”

“Yes! You’re older than me, so it feels awkward to keep using formalities.”

I wanted to refuse, saying it’s too sudden to drop formalities, but her sparkling eyes were too much to resist.

Having already crossed the line, I couldn’t bring myself to betray her expectations.

“Alright then… Kamilla.”

“That sounds much better. I’ll be counting on you from now on, okay?”

Her satisfied smile as she called for the butler was as dazzling as a jewel.

* * * * *

Though the reason for my rest was somewhat disgraceful, we were still in the middle of a coup.

After breakfast and regaining my energy, we headed straight to the Supreme Council for National Reconstruction’s meeting room.

To discuss the situation reports during my unconsciousness and our future plans.

“Sir! Are you feeling better now?”

“Yeah. Sorry for suddenly dropping out of command.”

Kais, Baden, Elan, and other key officers involved in the plan were all present.

Including my brother and other senior figures from our faction.

It seemed they had already shared information during my absence, as no one looked confused about the situation. This should speed things up.

“First, give me a report. What happened in the Royal Capital while I was asleep?”

“As you instructed, we’ve detained all the royals and nobles in one place. You can see them at the opera house in District 6.”

“Have their identities been confirmed?”

“Yes. Except for those who returned to their territories or left the city, we’ve got them all.”

Fortunately, it seems we didn’t miss any targets.

No need to worry about someone escaping and calling for outside help.

Given the military advantage and strong regional control we had at the start of the coup, it seems the central control didn’t collapse too badly.

“Good job. We’ll track down the missing ones later… What about the king and his family?”

“We’ve moved them to a pre-secured location and placed them under house arrest. Keeping them in the palace would’ve been too risky.”

Similarly, Karl VII and his immediate family have been dealt with.

Given that palaces are full of hidden passages, escape routes, and secret rooms, it was too dangerous to leave them there.

Until now, even if they escaped, there was nowhere for them to go, so we left them be. But now, any escape attempt is unacceptable.

We need to minimize any potential threats.

“We’ve completed all your instructions… but what now? We’ve captured them, so we need to decide what to do with them.”

After the report, Lieutenant General Baden asked me about the next steps. What are we going to do with the bastards we’ve caught?

Just as I was about to answer, Lady Arshah—no, Kamilla—beat me to it.

“Just kill them all? Instead of wasting time with executions, let’s shoot them and bury them.”

Uh, that includes your father and mother, you know?