Chapter 2 – A Leisurely Slow Life Beginning with Reincarnation in Another World

(Having the position of the strong really is fucking amazing…!)

That day, I probably died. But when I came to, I’d somehow reincarnated into another world.

I figured this had to be one of those classic isekai reincarnations. After all, this world has real magical beasts roaming around, plus actual mana—it’s a full-on sword-and-sorcery fantasy setting.

That said, I didn’t get any of the usual reincarnation cheats. I’ve got slightly above-average mana, but nothing world-breaking or OP.

There was, however, one thing I had from the literal moment I was born.

“Ah, aahn! N-No, that’s too much, Lord Deil…!”

It was the “position of the strong.”

Yeah… I’d been reborn as Deil, son of Lord Jost, the territorial lord who rules the top spot in the Grafald Autonomous Territory.

In my previous life, I spent every day bowing and scraping to people below me just because my position was rock-bottom. But here? Everyone respects the status I hold and bows to me instead.

(I knew better than anyone how much status shapes your entire life…! And now I get to experience it from the opposite side…!)

Right now, in the middle of the day, I had a maid pinned to my bed. The only reason I could do this was because I was the territorial lord’s son.

Anis, stripped naked, was blushing crimson but still spreading her legs and taking my cock deep inside. I was getting close. I started pounding harder, chasing the finish.

“Nnh, ah, ha, auhn!? Lord Deil… n-not inside, please…!”

“I know! Don’t say shit that’ll kill the mood right when I’m about to cum…!”

“Aahn, s-sorryyy!?”

As punishment, I dragged my rock-hard cock roughly along the upper wall of her pussy.

I kept grinding relentlessly until her walls clamped down tight—then yanked out at the perfect moment.

“Ahfu!?”

Freed from that snug hole, my cock twitched hard and shot thick ropes of cum straight out the tip.

In seconds it splattered across her mound, belly, tits, and even her face.

“Nnh… haa, haa… Lord Deil’s cum… it’s so hot…”

Anis’s pussy was still twitching, almost sad to be empty.

I gave her dripping slit a light stroke with my fingers, then brought my messy cock to her lips.

nom… “Mmh, slurp…”

Reading my intent, Anis took me into her mouth and carefully licked every drop of our mixed juices off with her tongue.

Fuck… this is heaven… There are all kinds of status out there, but being in power is hands-down the strongest…!

Once she’d cleaned me up nice and proper, we both started getting dressed. Anis would tidy the wrecked sheets later, of course.

Watching the woman I’d just fucked put her clothes back on right in front of me was pretty damn hot too…

Slightly bigger-than-average tits, pink nipples, and a nice plump ass. With her understated brown hair, she was totally my type.

Anis slipped into her white panties, then glanced over at me.

“Honestly… all you ever do is play around, Lord Deil. Maybe take a page from your two older brothers?”

I, Deil Grafald, have two older brothers.

And the reason I can slack off like this despite being the son of a powerful lord is precisely because of them.

“Even if I got serious, it wouldn’t matter, right? I’m not inheriting this territory, and I don’t have ties to either great power anyway.”

The Grafald Autonomous Territory is a pretty unique place on the continent.

To the north lies a mountain range rich in all kinds of ores; to the south, a bay with access to the sea.

And to the east and west, it borders the two great powers.

“Lord Cardon is close to the Holy Noucrates, Lord Edward is tied to the Auranz Union—one of them will succeed Father and become territorial lord, right? No matter how hard I try, I’m not getting the seat.”

The Grafald Autonomous Territory has a complicated history.

It borders the Holy Noucrates to the east and the Auranz Union to the west, and both nations recognize its autonomy while it’s governed from within.

With a bay perfect for ports and abundant mineral resources, this land has been fought over fiercely since ancient times, changing hands countless times.

But at one point, a spell cast at the cost of most of the mages’ lives inflicted catastrophic losses on both sides.

Both countries wanted the fertile land, but realized that if they kept fighting like this, they’d never actually profit from it.

After long negotiations, they reached an agreement: install a local lord here and stop fighting over it. That was over a hundred years ago.

“You know how the territorial lords have been chosen all this time, right, Anis?”

“Well… yeah…”

“I’m completely unrelated to the succession games the great powers are playing, so it’s better if I don’t get any reputation for being too serious.”

A high-ranking nobleman from the Holy Noucrates and a noblewoman from the Auranz Union were sent here, married, and that’s how the Grafald Autonomous Territory began.

But the autonomy was granted because both great powers wanted the resources.

Even now, all sorts of political games are played over this land. The lord doesn’t have total freedom to trade the rich minerals, seafood, and trade goods as he pleases.

Still, the sheer volume of trade makes the Grafald Autonomous Territory fairly prosperous.

Every generation, princesses of noble blood from both great powers are married in.

Whether the heir comes from the Noucrates princess or the Auranz one—or if both bear sons, which son inherits—everyone watches closely.

Why? Because it decides which great power gets favorable access to the territory’s resources.

“If Lord Cardon inherits, the territory leans toward the Holy Noucrates… if Lord Edward becomes lord, it leans toward the Auranz Union. I’m not part of that equation, am I?”

Lord Cardon’s mother came from the east—the Holy Noucrates—while Lord Edward’s came from the west—the Auranz Union. They’re basically indirect representatives of their respective countries.

Me? I was born to a commoner mother. No matter how you slice it, I was never in line for the lordship.

If I somehow did inherit, it would cause all kinds of trouble. Father knew that, which is why he rarely brought me into political circles when I was young.

By the way, my mother’s already passed. Some whisper she was assassinated, but that’s nonsense. She was sickly from the start, bedridden after giving birth to me, and eventually died.

“That might be true… But I really think you’re smart enough to be a great lord, Lord Deil.”

Thanks to my past-life memories, I found this new world fascinating. Once I learned to read, I devoured every book I could get my hands on.

Basic arithmetic was a breeze too, so people who’d known me since I was little saw me as the clever third son.

“Being smart and being a good lord aren’t the same thing.”

“Are you sure?”

Anis, now back in her maid uniform, sat down, stretched out her legs, and started pulling on her stockings.

“But Lord Jost’s health isn’t great these days… You could at least visit him and show a little more seriousness.”

Nah, showing up to see the old man right now would just make suspicious people even more suspicious.

No matter which of my brothers inherits, I get to stay carefree.

I might end up married off to another country, but even then I’d be treated well as “someone connected to the Grafald Autonomous Territory.”

Being born into a strong position really is the best. I want to keep coasting through life with minimal effort, maximizing the perks.

The “status” that tormented me so much in my previous life is now supporting me…!

I’ll protect this position no matter what! That’s why I’m not doing anything extra—just enjoying every benefit it brings…!

And so I lived as the territorial lord’s son… until one day, my cozy, happy slow life came to an abrupt end.

“Lord Deil… Starting today, you are the territorial lord of the Grafald Autonomous Territory.”

Father had died suddenly, and both my older brothers were gone too.

That left only me to inherit the land—and with it, the “position” and “responsibility” of territorial lord.