Drifted Into a Reversed World ~ The One Method for Me, a Japanese Guy, to Survive in a World Where Men and Fertility Are Scarce ~ - 30

Chapter 30: New

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“Please, this way.”

The massive doors were pushed open by the hands of a servant. Having entered the Royal Capital, passed through the castle town, and finally arrived at the Royal Castle, Sota was suddenly seized by a unique kind of tension. It was a pressure unlike the survival in the Great Forest, his first intimacy with a woman, or the battles with monsters.

…An audience with the Queen. A real queen, and one from a fantasy world at that. Sota let out a thin breath, trying to calm his irregularly pounding heart.

“Sota.”

It was a voice that was almost a whisper. When Sota’s eyes met Firis’s, he gave a small nod. It seemed Firis had sensed his nervousness. He had been told many times by her that Her Majesty the Queen was a kind person, but being in a place like this only served to remind him that he was just an ordinary citizen.

“…Thank you.”

Firmly catching Firis’s deep blue gaze, Sota nodded, as if to show her that he was alright now. After confirming this, Firis took a breath and stepped slowly into the throne room.

Sota and Elraine followed after her.

“Oh…”

Sota let out an exclamation that was somewhere between a sigh and a voice. The throne room. It possessed a level of luxury, tranquility, and sanctity that lived up to its name. It was wide, vast, high, and overflowing with elegance. A magnificent red carpet stretched all the way to the back. A cluster of massive chandeliers looked almost like orbiting satellites. The Royal Guards, clad in full-plate armor, were integrated with the air on both sides, though they would surely bare their fangs instantly if anything were to happen.

And at the very end of it all sat the Queen. The woman was so unmistakably a “Queen” that Sota could tell at a single glance. Her body was plump and fleshy, and more than anything, her giant stature caught the eye, but there was something even greater emanating from Queen Mamula. Though Mamula was over a decade older than Sota, the fineness of her skin was incredible. Her soft, white skin looked as though it would have the elasticity of a baby’s if pressed with a finger. Her sky-blue hair possessed the lightness and beauty of a celestial maiden’s raiment.

Her magnificent dress was so full of sculptural beauty that it likely cost millions of yen in modern terms, yet it could be said that only with such elegance was it a match for Mamula. The sweet fragrance that had been subtly brushing against Sota’s sense of smell since they entered the room, filling the entire vast space, likely originated from Mamula. Sota felt a level of “beauty” that was of a different caliber than Firis, Elraine, or Ronia, whom he had met in this world.

(So this is… the Queen.)

Queen Mamula was smiling at the far end of the room. Her presence was overwhelming.

“Your Majesty. Kingdom Knight Firis Aigur has just returned to your presence.”

Firis dropped to one knee with a fluid motion.

“In your presence.”

Following her lead, Elraine also dropped to one knee.

“…”

Sota remained standing still. In this Kingdom, men were considered equal to or greater than royalty by their very existence, so it was deemed unnecessary for them to show formal courtesy. Rather, Sota was doing so because Firis had told him beforehand that he didn’t need to do anything… but standing there silently before the ruler of a nation left him with no thought other than feeling incredibly awkward.

As he stood there, Mamula slowly rose from the throne. The sight of that giant body rising was reminiscent of a tsunami, and her breasts, affected by the energy of motion and gravity, swung heavily up and down.

“Welcome back, Firis! I was truly worried when I heard you had disappeared… Come here.”

“Yes…”

“Elraine, as well.”

“U-Understood!”

Mamula, having stood up from the throne, said this and pulled Firis and Elraine into her embrace all at once as they approached. Mamula’s massive body swallowed the two of them with ease. Although both of them were slender, they had more thickness than they appeared due to their training, yet she did it effortlessly.

(A marsh… of flesh?)

Sota thought something incredibly irreverent, but it was an honest impression. It wasn’t hard to imagine that if Sota were hugged by Mamula, he would instantly be sunk into that marsh. A marsh of flesh… he felt it was an apt description.

“Y-Your Majesty… As you can see, I am perfectly fine. That is because Sota-sama here saved me. If not for him, I would undoubtedly have been captured by the Empire.”

“I have heard the reports. So, he is the one.”

Mamula’s long eyelashes cast a shadow. Fixing her gaze on Sota, she let go of the two beauties and knelt down, not hesitating for a moment to let her luxurious dress touch the floor. Her posture was like that of a devout believer encountering a god.

“I had heard the reports, Sota-sama. It is a pleasure to meet you. I am the current ruler of this Kingdom, Mamula. We welcome Sota-sama’s arrival from the bottom of our hearts, and from this moment forth, we promise your safety and health with the full might of the Kingdom’s military.”

“Thank you… Your Majesty.”

It was a voice full of affection. The Queen was bowing her head to him. Sota, who was nothing more than a citizen of Tokyo, felt unsettled by this incongruous situation, but he strove only to avoid damaging her impression of him with an irreverent attitude. Even if he understood intellectually that he was in a position to be protected, this was a world close to the Middle Ages. He wanted to avoid offending the Queen, committing lèse-majesté, and ending up on the guillotine.

In contrast, Mamula saw Sota’s humble attitude, and a faint flicker of agitation appeared deep in her eyes. Woman versus man. In that situation, social standing did not matter. The eyes of the men Mamula had faced before were always clouded with fear and contempt. No matter how much she served them or guaranteed their safety, the only responses she received were stained with disdain. Everyone understood that this was the way of the world. Most men saw women only as sows crudely aiming for their bodies, and from the women’s side, there was a sense of “it can’t be helped if they think that.”

However, the Sota standing before Mamula was showing a reaction clearly different in nature from any man she had spoken with before. There was no arrogance in his tone; instead, it held a stiffness that conveyed his tension. If anything, it was that endearing attitude of an innocent child peeking out from behind his mother. It wasn’t aggressive. Rather, the honest impression Mamula formed of Sota was a positive one.

(And above all, he is beautiful… )

Mamula thought to herself. The extremely rare black hair and black eyes appeared to Mamula as a demonic color capable of bewitching hundreds of millions of women. It was easy to tell that the body beneath his clothes was toned, and the fact that he looked a little young for his age also suited the tastes of the women in this world.

…Throb…

Her lower body throbbed, whether she liked it or not. Shamelessly, unbecoming of her age, and lewdly. Sota’s pheromones, which greatly stimulated the instincts of a goblin, seemed to be highly effective even on Mamula. And above all, Sota was Mamula’s type. Young, fresh, and quiet. Her “maternal instinct” smoldered for the first time in a long while.

However, Mamula was not so immature as to let that show. She was the Queen of the Kingdom of Vedna, the leader of the male-worshipping faith. Reconciling with her own sexual desire was a simple task.

“I have heard that Sota-sama has lost his memory. If there is anything our country can do, we intend to support you with all our might. Please, tell me anything at all.”

Mamula then gave a soft, gentle smile. It was a smile full of affection, meant not to frighten a puppy that needed protection. The Kingdom would offer anything for the sake of a man. They could pay any sacrifice.

…If, in exchange, they could receive his seed. Mamula narrowed her eyes slightly and scanned Sota.

“…Your Majesty. There is one thing I would like to say, or rather, a report I must make.”

A voice came from behind Mamula. It was a reserved voice. The voice, which was deep for a woman and had a certain firmness to it, undoubtedly belonged to Firis. However, as she hesitantly broached the subject, her usual dignified air was thin. She seemed demure, or perhaps nervous.

“What is it, Firis?”

Mamula asked, as if advising a child. When the attention gathered on her, Firis let out a small sound in her throat, looking uncomfortable.

“This is something I want to tell you too, Sota… no, you are the one I want to tell most…”

“Eh, me?”

To the blank-faced Sota, Firis nodded with a “Y-Yeah.”

“I’m sorry, Sota… I should have told you first… but, well… no, I only just realized it myself, or rather, I only just figured it out a moment ago…”

She had started talking, but she was uncharacteristically hesitant. Fidgeting. Fretting. It wasn’t like her. Elraine, who was watching from the side and knew “Firis the Demon General” well, was the one who felt this most of all.

“I… I might be… p-pregnant… with your child.”

Firis said this and gently stroked her own stomach, as if to cherish that small life.

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