Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World - Chapter 1

“Damn, my junk’s killing me.”

This isn’t exactly the Middle Ages.

Rather, it’s something that mimics the Middle Ages.

A world where miracles and magic exist.

Speaking of miracles, I’ve reincarnated from Earth to this other world.

Faust von Polydoro was pondering in such a world.

His current thought was exactly this:

“Damn, my junk’s killing me.”

He was at his wit’s end.

He was strapped into a metal chastity belt.

Not because he was forced by someone else.

He put it on by his own will.

Otherwise, he couldn’t stand it.

He couldn’t go on.

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“Faust?”

Valiere, who was sitting next to him, raised her voice in a puzzled tone.

She was clad in a silk dress.

She’s somewhat bearable, I suppose.

The Second Princess Valiere is alright.

“It seems that Lord Polydoro, our Advisor, has some complaints? Do not hesitate to speak. You are allowed to speak.”

The Queen of this country, Queen Liesenlotte.

What the heck are you?

Why are you nearly naked under just a thin silk veil?

You’re only 32 if I recall correctly.

No wonder one would get an erection.

Even overcoming a metal chastity belt.

Conclusion.

Damn, my junk’s killing me.

This world is insane.

Once again, I—Faust von Polydoro—was contemplating.

A world where the values of chastity are reversed.

A world where only 1 in 10 born are men.

Therefore, women stand in the spotlight, while men are relegated to the shadows.

No, they are fiercely protected.

They are often captured as “groin slaves” on the battlefield.

Such a world.

Ah, such a foolish world, this otherworld is.

“To think that for the Second Princess Valiere’s first battle, we’d rely solely on the royal guards and my tactics?”

“I’ve already mentioned this. We don’t need that much force to deal with bandits.”

In this world, I’m an aberration.

An abnormal being who gets aroused by the sight of women’s bodies—or rather, their imitations.

If I had to reincarnate, I wished my common sense could have been adjusted to this world too.

But it seems the gods did not grant me that.

Not that complaining to a god I’ve never met would do any good.

“Her Highness the First Princess, Lady Anastasia, against the enemy nation—Virendorf, faced a thousand barbarians in her first battle, sinking them into a sea of blood and even launching a counter-invasion.”

Damn, my crotch is killing me. Seriously killing me.

I avert my gaze from the nearly naked Queen and look towards the First Princess Anastasia.

Anastasia meets my gaze steadfastly.

…The First Princess is intimidating.

Thinking so, I reluctantly return my gaze to the nearly naked queen.

The queen slightly sways her body, causing her breasts to jiggle.

That’s hot.

“Is the first battle of Her Highness the Second Princess Valiere to be a bandit subjugation?”

My face flushes red.

I can no longer remain calm.

My groin hurts.

Talking back to the nearly naked Queen.

That’s the only way to get through this situation.

Distract the pain with emotions.

“…The situations are too different. Defeating bandits is also an important duty.”

“We should invade the enemy nation, Virendorf.”

“Don’t joke. Faust von Polydoro. Do you intend to start another great war by facing those barbarians?”

My groin hurts.

I slam the table hard.

The sound echoes loudly, silencing everyone.

The Queen, Liesenlotte.

The First Princess, Anastasia.

And the Second Princess Valiere, whom I serve as a Advisor.

“Is it due to my lack of power?”

My face turns even redder.

My groin hurts.

Blood rushes to my face, not because my groin hurts, but because I’m flushed with anger.

To make that excuse…

“…That’s not it, Faust von Polydoro.”

It seems to have calmed me down.

Queen Liesenlotte’s voice quiets, echoing in the palace room.

“You are not being underestimated. ‘The Knight of Wrath,’ Faust. When you entered Virendorf in an emergency, under our Anastasia’s command, you took more than ten barbarian knights’ heads, even defeating their chieftain in a duel. Your strength is not underestimated.”

My groin hurts.

I almost want to scream.

I almost want to stand up.

But I read the room.

I’m reaching my limit.

My groin hurts.

“So, calm down.”

I’m gonna lose it on you.

It’s your fault my groin hurts.

Why are you naked under just a veil? A temptress?

I want to shout that…

“…Understood.”

I avert my eyes from the queen.

To ease the pain in my groin.

And with that—decided to request to leave.

“Excuse me. I’ve said what I wanted to say. Anything more would be unnecessary. May I be excused?”

I seek permission from the Queen.

“You are permitted. Leave.”

“Thank you.”

My dignity’s intact.

Had it continued to be erect, it might have necrosed—My dignity’s intact.

—And that’s fine.

I leave the palace hall.

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I made a mistake.

“Your Highness, Princess Valiere, is your first battle to be against bandits?”

Assigning him to Valiere, merely a backup as the second princess, was squandering his talents. Faust von Polydoro was far too valuable for such an assignment.

“…The situation is too different. Defeating bandits is also an important duty.”

I found myself making excuses. No, raising an army to subdue bandits is not a mistake. It’s not a mistake, but…

“We should invade the enemy country, Virendorf.”

“Don’t joke. Faust von Polydoro. Do you plan to start a great war against those barbarians again?”

To “The Knight of Wrath,” Faust, it was nothing short of an insult. He had already taken more than ten heads of barbarian knights from the enemy country, the barbarians of Virendorf, and had decapitated the commander of their knights in a duel. To request Faust, who had achieved such feats, to deal with mere bandits was an insult.

To Faust, serving as an advisor for Princess Valiere’s first battle, facing mere bandits seemed fitting. To me, Princess Valiere was merely a stand-in for Anastasia, the first princess. Inconsequential.

That’s probably how Faust took it. Clumsy. This is clumsy. Faust’s capabilities and his position as an advisor, the disdain towards Princess Valiere.

Faust’s face turned red with anger, it was understandable. Whether it was an act or not, I couldn’t tell. Yes, I couldn’t tell.

A male knight, driven to fury by raw emotion. On the battlefield, it was the same, hence he was sung as “The Knight of Wrath” by minstrels. The sole offspring of a female lord knight from the borderlands of Polydoro. Faust von Polydoro had become nothing but a nuisance to the royal family.

He was excellent. He had indeed accomplished feats, as mentioned earlier. That’s why he was troublesome.

He should have been assigned under Anastasia. Anastasia’s capabilities against the barbarians of Virendorf had already been proven, and it was certain that she would succeed me. Now, to strengthen the faction of the second princess, Valiere, would be a waste of national resources.

Our country’s only male lord knight… he would have done better to quietly look for a bride. But Faust von Polydoro had already been assigned as the advisor to the second princess.

At my daughter, Valiere’s, whim. That was a mistake. Faust should have been given under the command of Anastasia. I regret it now.

“Am I not strong enough?”

It’s not that you’re not strong enough. I do not doubt your capabilities, Faust, not one bit. That’s the problem. As I’ve said many times, you should have been under Anastasia’s command. Above all, Anastasia wishes it. So, even now, she glares at me with all her might.

Anastasia, at my eyes. But you, with your face completely flushed and your eyes full of wrath, probably don’t notice. Faust von Polydoro.

You are loathsome to me. It would have been better if you had died in the fight against Virendorf.

No. Half-heartedly, I also feel that it’s a waste because of your handsome appearance. I want to make you a replacement for my husband, now deceased. I know that by doing so, my head would likely be cut off by my daughter, Anastasia.

Ah, what a difficult situation. Do the tastes in men run in the family, mother and daughter alike? Or perhaps Anastasia seeks a father figure in Faust.

Ah, Faust.

“My apologies. I have said all I wished to say. Anything more would be superfluous. May I leave now?”

I welcome your offer of help. I’ll gladly accept it.

“You are excused. Leave now.”

I commanded, following my heart’s dictate, lest it drive me to madness otherwise. Faust charms me. Too much like my late husband, in the depths of my heart. That’s why, sometimes, I desire him. But, let’s forget that now.

The desire that Anastasia has for Faust, a desire of love and lust. I shall acknowledge that desire.

“Valiere.”

“Yes, Mother?”

My second child, the spare, the second Princess Valiere, answered.

“If you fail in this bandit subjugation, Faust will be dismissed from his advisory role to you and assigned under Anastasia. Understand?”

“Yes?”

Valiere was visibly shocked, her mouth agape in surprise. That settles it. To take Faust from Valiere—from the spare—is good. Though it’s unlikely Faust would fail. But, this statement should somewhat restore Anastasia’s trust in me. That settles it.

“Wait! Faust is my advisor!”

“Ara Ara, to think that a second princess would be frightened of merely subduing bandits, my sister, Valiere.”

Anastasia taunted. That settles it. Nothing changes in reality. With Faust by her side, even the dimmest lamp wouldn’t fail in bandit subjugation.

Valiere’s advisor remains Faust von Polydoro. Anastasia’s advisors are the nobles. The ducal families remain the same. That settles it. The country operates on that.

If it were up to me, I’d have Faust fill the void left by my late husband. But the administrative bureaucrats wouldn’t allow it, and above all, neither would Anastasia nor Valiere. That’s fine. The country operates on that.

I spoke up.

“Valiere, are you saying you cannot properly handle even bandit subjugation? That’s what I’m asking.”

“Do you think I wouldn’t want to refuse my first battle being bandit subjugation in the first place, let alone not be able to handle it?”

“No, with Faust by your side, that’s impossible. Victory is certain. But, without having even your first battle, the nobles will doubt even that.”

Valiere fell silent. Indeed, the fact that the peasants are troubled by bandits is an undeniable truth. Valiere has no choice. With a grimace, she gave her consent.

“Mother, Valiere will— as my first battle, I will fulfill the task of bandit subjugation.”

“That settles it.”

At last, we’ve reached a decision. 

Queen Liesenlotte sighed in relief. Anastasia, the first princess, clicked her tongue loudly.