Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World - Chapter 162

Butterflies were being devoured by ants.

The butterfly, having exhausted its fleeting life, finally perished and fell to the ground.

I witnessed the scene where the ants disassembled its body, preparing to carry it back to their nest.

“Valiere-sama is like this butterfly,” Faust said, shaking his head as he lamented the current state of our sister, comparing her to the butterfly.

“No, she is already dead.”

Currently, it was just Faust and me, deep in conversation in the garden.

Faust, with his massive frame curled up, was observing the ants. Earlier, he had been pleading, saying it seemed she might die if we did not meet her soon, and asked for permission to go to her aid.

It was clear, however, that the butterfly was already dead.

If we were to liken Valiere to this butterfly, it was already too late.

“While my analogy may have been somewhat poor, it is true that Valiere-sama, just like this butterfly, is about to be torn apart by ants. Have the Empress or the Pope shown any movement?” Faust asked, tilting his head, his robust trapezius muscles looking quite charming.

Astarte likes to gaze at Faust’s buttocks, but I preferred looking at his nape. I loved it so much that I wanted to bite him right there and then, resisting such enticing temptations.

Now, Anastasia pondered, if my not-so-dependable sister is likened to a butterfly, what would Faust compare me to? Probably a snake or some bird of prey, given my appearance, of which I was fully aware.

“Empress and Pope’s emissaries venturing out is an everyday affair. I can’t quite capture their movements. However, I don’t believe Faust’s concerns are misplaced,” I explained.

In fact, Faust’s worries were only natural.

If I were in the Pope or Empress’s position, I would have to take some action. Observing from the sidelines would be foolish.

Especially since Valiere, possibly instigated by Sabine, had begun a march with over a thousand of her brigade. Anhalt had initiated a clear military action, and it was only natural to consider rallying troops at the imperial capital.

The Pope among others would likely try some countermeasure.

“Faust, be assured. I have already arranged for some superhumans to assist and escort Valiere’s march. The preparations are complete, and they plan to depart tomorrow.”

If only we could communicate with Valiere through the crystal ball sooner, we could have provided help more promptly. However, due to the risk of interception, we could not send detailed messages over long distances.

Therefore, I was unaware of Valiere’s march route. The closer we get to the imperial capital, the more information we’ll receive, allowing us to predict her location. With my intellect, joining her en route should be feasible.

“Anastasia-sama, please include this Faust in the envoy to aid.” 

However, including Faust would require various arrangements.

“Faust, your desire to assist Valiere is commendable. I, too, am her sister and worry about her. If you wish to aid her yourself, nothing could be more reassuring…”

I had not ordered Faust to do so for a reason, as it would look bad if rumors spread that Polydoro abandoned Anastasia to greet Valiere.

Lately, I have indeed been overusing Faust. That’s why I thought of resolving this with other means this time. However, if he wishes to go, I won’t stop him. Stopping him would make me seem like a jealous woman.

“Hmm, Faust. Personally, I will no longer stop you. However, to deceive those around us, let’s hear what Martina has come up with. She must have devised a plan that ensures your assistance to Valiere would be unproblematic.”

Faust is not foolish, but his brain is somewhat unusual due to being packed with muscle.

Unfortunately, he could not come up with an answer, and it seemed like the brainstorming was done by Martina, his auxiliary brain.

“Ha, I could not think of anything, but upon pressing Martina, she suggested that pretending to be in the imperial capital and hiding Polydoro’s name would be best.”

Well, that would be the logical conclusion.

Since Faust had finished his role as my partner, it would not be problematic for him to assist Valiere anonymously.

“If you understand, that’s good. However, as you’ve already heard from Martina, you must promise one thing: hide your face, and make sure your identity as a man is not discovered.”

“Understood.” 

A knight as towering and muscular as Faust von Polydoro, weighing over 130kg and standing over 2m tall, could not be found anywhere else in the Holy Gusten Empire.

Therefore, he must conceal his gender and identity.

“Leave the fluted armor I gave you behind. Equip yourself with whatever you can find now. Even when you reach Valiere, you are not allowed to speak. Of course, you may reveal your identity to those who it would be safe to…”

“What about the others who will join the support? Will it be alright if they know?”

“That’s fine. In fact, they are people you already know.”

Though I say I am sending superhumans to aid Valiere, the number is limited.

My subordinate, Alexandra, cannot be sent as she has her duties as the commander of the knights.

Virendorf’s guest general Yue, also cannot be sent as he is Katarina’s guard.

Thus, it seems that Duchess Temeraire will be the one to cooperate.

“I plan to send several superhumans to aid Valiere, many of whom are under Duchess Temeraire. They are part of the ‘Knights of the Mad Boar.'”

“I see.”

Duchess Temeraire herself is still unable to act due to a skull injury from when you crushed her; it hasn’t healed yet.

Those who were nearly killed by you have already fully recovered.

They may not be as capable as Faust, but as superhumans, they recover quickly.

Since they have caused us so much trouble, it’s meaningful to have them work to make up for it.

“If I am familiar with them and have crossed swords with them, I can trust them.”

Faust sighed with relief.

It’s incredible that Faust can say with a smile that he’s familiar with them, given that you almost unilaterally half-killed them.

Despite the agreement of “no killing” in the duel, there was no hesitation in beating them senseless. Doesn’t Faust feel any guilt about that?

He has no hesitation whatsoever about violence.

Sometimes, his extreme nature excites me to the point of throbbing pain.

As a person, I sometimes think, “Isn’t this guy a bit off?” But that’s just how pure Faust is.

It’s the weakness of a woman who has fallen in love with a man.

Everyone watching is thrilled, with Faust as the protagonist of a knight’s tale.

I hope the world will forgive this man.

“Can you promise not to spar with the ladies of the ‘Knights of the Mad Boar’ again?”

“No, absolutely not until you deliver Valiere to the imperial capital. You’ll definitely get hurt.”

This man is the embodiment and manifestation of violence.

Without regard for rank or barriers, he could inflict violence on even me, a royal, if he had a reason, without any remorse.

That is why Faust von Polydoro is known as the ‘Knight of Wrath.’

If I had to name him, perhaps it’s a bit trite, but let’s call him “Super Violence.”

“Well then, I think Faust should adopt a different name from now on. Just sending someone to Valiere under any name wouldn’t be a problem. Even if fictitious, we need to give him a name of a knightly house.”

I dislike the idea of sending such a super violent Faust as a mere foot soldier.

I want to send him off as someone with a title.

Let him think of a name.

Faust seems a bit troubled though.

“I will name him!!”

Bang, the doors of the mansion opened, and Astarte appeared.

My foolish cousin is as lively as ever today.

She was secretly listening to our conversation.

“Lately, Faust hasn’t been paying attention to me, so I want to mess with him a bit!”

As pitiful as that is.

Lately, Faust has been busy as my partner, and he hasn’t interacted much with Astarte.

She wants to score points as a woman here.

“If it’s Duchess Astarte, and she wants to name a fellow comrade-in-arms, there’s no reason to refuse.”

Faust answered seriously.

Well, I suppose I can let Astarte have the naming rights.

That’s what I thought.

“I’ve thought of one!”

Astarte exclaimed energetically.

Let the name that Faust will adopt echo throughout the entire mansion of the Anhalt royal family in the imperial capital.

“Lord Biggus! How about Lord Biggus!?”

Biggus.

The origin of this name is, of course, ‘big dick.’

Astarte was hopelessly foolish.

“I’ll hit you.”

I inadvertently uttered something similar to the catchphrase Valiere uses towards Sabine.

Well, Astarte was probably joking.

My cousin still remembers Faust’s ‘big dick’ comment made under a geas and is incredibly fixated on it.

If anything, she was staring at Faust’s crotch right now.

Absolutely hopeless.

I, like a lady, just glance occasionally.

“Duchess Astarte!”

Anyway, Astarte is an idiot.

It would be good if Faust punched her once.

Faust made a trembling fist and shouted with moist eyes.

“What a good name! Lord Biggus!”

What part of that?

He’s just spouting a lewd joke.

Do you even understand that you’re supposed to adopt that name, Faust?

“If he adopts that name, I think it will be clear that this Faust would not join the battle under such a frivolous name.”

That was a somewhat serious reason.

Sorry, Faust.

But still, it’s questionable to adopt that name.

There are others, right?

“Faust!”

Moved that her naming was accepted, Astarte hugged Faust.

You didn’t just give him a name as a joke, but seriously?

Die once.

“Duchess Astarte!”

Faust accepted Astarte, and the two hugged.

Eh, is this really happening?

Are you guys really okay with this?

I wanted to interject, but if Faust himself is fine with it, there was no stopping it.

Indeed, no one would think such a disrespectfully named Faust would adopt it.

I pondered for a while.

In the end, I made a choice similar to what my sister always does, resigning myself to the idea that everything in the world could somehow work out with such resignation.

Well, it’s fine.

Thinking back now.

Valiere, in her way, has been trying hard, but society doesn’t recognize it—perhaps that’s why she chose to leave things as they are.

Was there a bit of cause in her sister, this Anastasia?

I reflected on that a bit.

Looking at the ground.

Just now, the butterfly that had been lying on the ground was torn apart, its wings and body already being carried back to the nest.