Sexy Image From My Fiancée

“You were spying on us? That’s a terrible hobby.”

“It’s your fault for never coming to me, Lord Blood.”

“Are you jealous of Freesia, by any chance?”

Lily placed her hand on her chest and took a step forward, her tone sharp with irritation. It clearly got under her skin.

“Jealous of my sister? As if!”

“I hate both my sister and Lord Blood! I hate you both!”

“Then what about Siegfreed?”

“Hah? He’s not even worth considering! Besides, he tried to attack me. But compared to him, the one I want to be attacked by is…”

“Hm?”

“N-nothing! Just… make sure you come back safely, okay? When you do, I’ll show you that I’m superior to my sister!”

Women really are complicated…

Though she seems jealous of Freesia, she doesn’t seem to genuinely hate her, unlike the game. In fact, she might even have a bit of a sister complex.

In order to avoid any tragic endings, I decided I would get the two to make up. The way I plan to do it is… rather bold, but necessary.

After Lily left, the room fell completely silent, as if the fire had gone out.

I touched my lips, still thinking about the kiss Freesia had given me. While she hasn’t fully awakened yet, it’s only a matter of time before she unleashes her full power.

Castell Plateau

Thanks to Kobiwul’s meticulous planning, what should’ve taken over two weeks to move an army of ten thousand troops only took one week—smooth as silk.

By the time I arrived on site, the camp tents were already set up, and I was sipping tea in peace inside one.

Then…

“Message! A letter has just arrived from Lady Freesia!”

“Hand it over.”

“Sir!”

I opened the letter from the soldier and read it.

To my dearest Brad-sama

I always want to spend my time with you, no matter the situation. But I feel so frustrated because I know that my presence only gets in your way.

Lily keeps asking me when you’ll return. But in truth, it’s the question I want to ask most of all…

I feel so helpless and ashamed, and it makes me think of the painful days back when I was still at home. I’ve realized now that I can’t live without you, Lord Blood.

Your warm, bright gaze melts both my heart and my body, and I long to become one with you. I pray for your safety every day, even in the midst of battle.

I know I’m not capable of much, but I have a small gift for you. Once you’ve dismissed everyone, I hope you’ll find it useful as a companion during the night.

                                      From your female slave, 

                                               Freesia.

Hey, hold on a second—what’s with that overly possessive tone in her letter?

Since when did I turn Freesia into some kind of personal slave? I’d like to know. While I was still bewildered by her words, there was some commotion outside the tent.

***

“Careful, it’s huge.”

“Watch out so you don’t hit the entrance.”

“Easy, easy now.”

**

I must have looked like a Tibetan fox with a blank expression as I watched the soldiers trying to bring in Freesia’s so-called “gift.” It was taller than me, almost brushing the height of the tent’s entrance as they carried it inside.

It was covered in white cloth, but I had a hunch—probably a painting or something like that.

“You’ve done well.”

I thanked the soldiers for their efforts, but I couldn’t help sounding like I was talking down to them.

And yet…

*****

“He spoke to us!”

“I thought he’d be scarier.”

“Honestly? That was a god-tier response!”

*****

The soldiers pumped their fists in the air, celebrating as they left.

Was… that the right way to handle it?

Anyway, since Freesia specifically mentioned looking at it in private, I lowered the tent flaps to block the view from outside. Then, with some hesitation, I pulled off the cloth covering the supposed painting.

What I saw nearly made me faint.

“What the—!?”

At that moment, an envelope slipped from the package, landing on the carpet in the tent. 

I sighed, realizing she’d gone to great lengths again. When I opened the letter inside, it read…

[I had the female court painter depict my naked form. Please use this to soothe your passion, my lord.]

“……”

What is this, some kind of sexy photo sent over LINE? Freesia isn’t supposed to be this kind of dangerous girl… I never asked her for anything like this.

But honestly, the nude Freesia is quite scandalous.

Her silver hair sparkles, and her gentle gaze seems to be looking only at me… wait, upon closer inspection, is that really me depicted in her eyes?!

Wha—she’s got an eye for detail, doesn’t she…?

Like Goya’s “The Naked Maja,” she reclines on a bed with cushions, arms crossed behind her head.

This means Freesia’s ample breasts are fully exposed, and I can see everything, even her pubic hair. It’s all laid bare just for me.

Even if I were to face an unavoidable event of breaking off an engagement, I would never part with this nude portrait of Freesia. To put it mildly, it was an exquisite piece of work.

(TL: dem….. Wonder how he’ll hide it in the tent, won’t other soldiers see it or saw while bringing it?)