I Was Reincarnated as the Prince in a Villainess Story, so I’ll Use My Cheat Knowledge to Create a Noble Lady Harem and Make Them All Happy - 50

Chapter 50: The Night of Returning to the Capital, a Crescent Moon Bed※

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Half a month had passed. The black mist of Biblos had ceased, and the soot left on the stone pavement had been thinned by the morning dew. When the inspector from the Holy Kingdom of Verdia knelt before the altar and offered a prayer to the White Holy Seal, the air fell into a brief, heavy silence. No remnants remain. That conclusion, sealed in wax, was delivered to the cathedral’s bell tower. The Holy War was canceled. The bells did not ring. The people exhaled and let their shoulders fall in relief.

The decree was posted that same day. The Kingdom of Alveria declared the pacification of Beltea was complete, leaving behind a garrisoned knight corps centered around Marquis Agreia to maintain order. The main forces and the civil administration were to return to the royal capital.

Duke Rozheim offered to remain on-site, leading the corps of engineers. A system of geomantic stabilization through spirit power, and a plan for constructing a temporary city—from the very day the “postwar” began, he already carried the blueprint in his pocket.

Originally, Valis had intended to stand at the forefront of the reconstruction himself. Since he had set foot upon the battlefield, he believed it his duty to witness its conclusion and bear its responsibility. He thought it necessary to lift the people’s grief and hope with his own hands. Particularly in Beltea, where the annihilation of the nobility had stripped the land of political leadership. Outside order was indispensable, and he recognized that his very presence was needed as its symbol.

But at the close of the withdrawal ceremony… Looking up at the sky beyond the rubble, Duke Rozheim spoke softly, yet with a steady voice.

“Your Highness, am I inadequate in your eyes?”

“…That could never be the case.”

“Then leave it to me. I can only build, but to breathe life into this land once again is a duty equal to war itself. And for Your Highness… There are people who need your presence right now. You have taken up the sword, granted healing, and faced suffering more than anyone. Such a man deserves a little quiet.”

It was neither presumptuous nor overly humble. It was the pure trust and masculine resolve shared between men who understood each other’s duty and pride. Valis lowered his eyes and bowed deeply without a word. The three who had wielded the sword, brought healing, and given support were granted a single night of silence. He knew the worth of that gift.

The gates of the royal capital swayed in the wind that still carried traces of winter. Bathed in the morning light, the blue flags fluttered high. At the stone gate stood Feril. Beneath a dark navy cloak, her hair was braided more neatly than usual. After bowing deeply, she spoke, her cheeks faintly tinged with color.

“Welcome home, Your Highness.”

At that voice, the tension of the battlefield eased just a little. A bath, a light meal. The herb-infused water soothed his weary skin, and bread with honey and soup slid down his throat, washing away the dust of war. The bedchamber. Pale blue drapes covered the window. The crescent moon’s quiet light filtered through, and the white sheets of the bed regained their stillness.

Valis removed his cloak and exhaled, letting the tension go from his shoulders. Sitting down on a long chair, he called a map to mind. Beltea—its royal towers now buried in ash. The surviving nobles had lost both rank and influence. Those who escaped could be counted on one hand. Entrusting a “provisional government” to such faces was no more than a hollow theory.

He remembered the representative of the moderate faction who had once come to the capital, the man who had voiced his wish: “Politics for the people.” And it had been Valis himself who, under the pretext of national principle, had rejected him. Since then, they had clung to their ideals, overthrown the nobility, and burned themselves along with them—destroying not only the nobles but also the common people, bringing their nation to ruin.

Now, all that remained was responsibility. Noblesse oblige. Its true meaning sank deep into his bones. Alveria would absorb the land, save its people, and lead its reconstruction. There was no other choice left. As for deterrence toward neighboring states—words he would once have cautiously rejected—those now became reality. 

An alliance with the Elven forest capital of Silva Haruna. Infrastructure built with Spirit Amon and the World Tree. The field application of geomantic generation tactics. The  Fortcraft, a fortress-building system that combined both Archive Arts and Spirit Arts.

However, in truth, the only one currently capable of mastering Fortcraft completely was none other than Duke Balmuth. Every aspect—the deployment point, timing, and stabilization conditions—required judgment and skill of the highest order. Therefore, Valis resolved to propose the inclusion of this technique in the officer training curriculum of the Royal Knights, and to personally request Duke Balmuth to serve as its instructor.

“Still intend to use these old bones, do you?”—he could already picture the man saying so with a wry smile, and yet accepting it all the same. This would serve as a clear and certain path forward as the first step in shifting the kingdom’s defense from mere protection to creation.

With all these elements in place, even if another nation struck unexpectedly, they would be able to repel the assault head-on without suffering great loss. Within Valis, what had once been cautious resolve transformed into conviction. And as he thought of all these things, drowsiness came to envelop that determination like a gentle veil.

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Picha, picha. 

A regular, moist sound echoed. A soft sensation on his cheek. A warmth like human skin, and a sticky adherence that sucked at him. And, a hot, slick, uncomfortable sensation ran through his groin.The moment he opened his eyes, Valis’s consciousness soared instantly.

Don’t tell me…

Something was stirring beneath the sheets. When he cautiously pulled them back, his premonition turned into certainty.

“Do you want to be taught a lesson again, Milia…”

But the one who was there was Feril. Her cheeks were flushed red, and she was orally pleasuring Valis’s engorgement with her mouth. Clear fluid dripping from the corner of her lips.

“….Feril?!”

Simultaneously with his voice of astonishment, a soft, yielding arm reached out from beside him.

“You thought it was Milia-chan licking it? Too bad, it was Feril-chan ♡”

Smiling, Milia pressed Valis’s head against her chest. Her abundant breasts enveloped his cheek, and the protruding protrusion touched his lips.

“Nnngh… Suck gently, okay? Ahn ♡ Don’t bite.”

With a whining voice, Milia skillfully guided her own nipple into Valis’s mouth, and she arched her back slightly, seemingly from the pleasure she felt. Feril’s tongue crept up the sensitive underside of his engorgement. A film of saliva glowed dully as it was slickly drawn into the back of her mouth.

Juru, chupu. 

The sound of air mixing in occasionally reached his ears.

“I-I’m going to come….”

The moment Valis was about to lift his hips, Feril gripped his base tightly with both hands, still holding the glans in her mouth.

“Reina-neesama, the preparation is complete ♡”

Feril looked up, her eyes moist. Following her gaze, he saw a pale naked body illuminated by the moonlight. Reina quietly climbed onto the bed, sweeping her hair back as she smiled alluringly.

“Thank you for your consideration. Then, Valis, welcome back ♡”

She straddled Valis’s hips and slowly lowered her body.

“Nngh… ♡ It’s coming in….”

Her vaginal walls enveloped the engorgement, coiling around it slickly.T he pleasure that had been pushed to the brink by Feril’s edge control instantly surged through him under Reina’s grinding hip movements.

“Kuh… I’m coming…! ♡”

“Yes, come. I will receive all of it ♡”

For a moment, the grip tightened, and he ejaculated.

Byuru, byururu… 

The heat was hammered into the depths of Reina’s vagina.

“Fufu… ♡ There’s so much… So much… Ahn ♡ It’s still coming.”

While sticking out her tongue as if savoring the sensation of being ejaculated inside, Reina received the ejaculation, and Milia gently stroked Valis’s cheek, which had relaxed from the pleasure.

“Valis-kun’s essence is still needed, so please recover, okay?”

Divine Arts was activated, and Valis’s stamina began to recover. Then, Feril, who had subtly moved to his side, kissed him on the lips. The two girls were sandwiching Valis between their soft bodies. 

“You must be thirsty, right? ♡ Spirit Arts—Clear Water.”

Despite the kiss, cold water was poured into his mouth, moisturizing his throat and regulating the heat in his body. Milia poked Valis’s cheek with her finger and smiled.

“Now, it’s my turn~ ♡”

The peace that was gained after a fierce battle and this night was not yet over.

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