Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World - Chapter 2

The root cause of all my failures lies in my becoming the Advisor to the Second Princess Valiere two years ago.

I reminisce about the past.

“You, become my Advisor.”

It was after my mother’s death, during my visit to the royal capital for the succession greetings.

Waiting for an audience with Queen Liesenlotte, I found myself caught in a three-month-long queue.

“Being delayed is inevitable for a frontier knight, I suppose.”

With resignation and acceptance, I spent my days in the capital’s poorest inns, troubled by the finances I had managed to gather.

It was then that I encountered the Second Princess Valiere and her personal guard.

“You, become my Advisor.”

“Ha?”

While absentmindedly scratching my head, I found myself listening to the order of the then twelve-year-old Second Princess Valiere von Anhalt, who had deliberately made her way to the cheap lodgings of the poor district, accompanied by her personal guard.

“What’s with that attitude? I’m offering you the position of my Advisor.”

“What do you mean, ‘what’s with that attitude’?”

I was twenty years old.

The succession was delayed because my mother did not relinquish her position until her death.

The command from the Second Princess.

Despite knowing it was hard to refuse given my position, I wanted to talk back.

“So, what’s in it for me?”

“…”

The Second Princess Valiere fell silent.

Though I said it was hard to refuse, it wasn’t impossible.

My domain, Polydoro, belongs solely to us, down to the very last insect.

Though not the Holy Roman Empire as this isn’t Earth, the Elector—a powerful lord with the right to vote in the election of the empire’s sovereign, Queen Liesenlotte.

My domain, Polydoro, a small territory in the outskirts, is protected by Queen Liesenlotte’s lands.

I, Lord Polydoro, am guaranteed the safety of Polydoro’s domain through a contract.

In exchange, I swear loyalty to Queen Liesenlotte and fulfill the duty of military service.

“I, Lord Polydoro, have fulfilled my military service this year as well.”

Though it was by torturing to death about twenty insignificant bandits.

Ah, what a waste.

While thinking so, how many beauties’ heads have I severed with this ancestral magical greatsword?

No, more importantly—

“By the end of this week, I will have arranged your audience with my mother.”

“That’s not enough. Moreover—”

My abilities are also insufficient.

I added that.

“Why choose me as your Advisor? I am but a knight and lord of a remote domain with scarcely 300 subjects.”

“…”

The princess did not answer.

Instead, she pointed at the greatsword hanging at my waist.

“You, how many heads have you severed with that sword?”

“Ah, I stopped counting after a hundred.”

It’s been five years since I took over my military duties in place of my sick mother.

While all were mere bandit subjugations, some foes were formidable, being fallen knights.

But none could match my strength.

Self-praise as it may sound, my swordsmanship would likely rank highly even in the capital.

This conjecture arises because the capital’s swordsmanship tournaments do not allow male participants.

This chastity-reversed worldview seems to follow me wherever I go.

“It’s not a bad thing to mark a useful pawn first, is it?”

“It’s an honor. However, there’s no benefit for me.”

“For your future service, I’ll arrange a modest sum from my— the Second Princess’s—allowance for military funds.”

—Money, huh?

Not a bad proposal.

Moving soldiers, essentially my subjects, always involves money.

The more the subjects are mobilized, the lower the tax revenue becomes.

Between the bandit subjugations, there’s also the need to compensate those who are conscripted, considering the decrease in labor within the domain.

“Additionally, you’ll have the right to choose your military duties. I can at least allow you to choose where you’ll be stationed.”

“In other words, from now on, I can fulfill my military duties in a standoff with a demotivated enemy nation rather than chasing after bandit groups.”

Not a bad deal.

Of course, in an emergency, I, as the knight Advisor to the Second Princess, would likely be deployed to the front lines.

That’s unavoidable.

In case of an emergency, I’d be sent to the front lines anyway.

A trivial, frontier lord like me has a weak position.

Hmm.

It’s not a bad deal.

Frankly, I have no interest in the royal palace.

As long as my domain, Polydoro remains safe, that’s all that matters.

The Second Princess Valiere in front of me hardly seems capable of rivaling her sister, the renowned First Princess Anastasia in any dispute.

I met her once; she’s a being of a different class.

She was 14 if I recall correctly.

Princess Anastasia, radiating the aura of royalty, walked through the town with her formidable personal guard at that age.

At 14, it’s hard to believe.

Dressed in fluted armor, wielding her halberd, I heard she has already performed executions of criminals.

Her first battle has yet to come, it seems.

—But I digress.

Now, I must consider the proposal of the Second Princess Valiere in front of me.

She appears to be just a bratty girl.

Quite sharp for a 12-year-old, though.

Yeah.

This young lady is unlikely to involve me in any power struggles within the royal court.

After all, she cannot do so.

I accept.

“Very well. I shall serve as your Advisor, Princess Valiere.”

“That helps. Then it’s decided.”

Princess Valiere extends her hand.

I kneel and kiss it.

This is our contract.

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“It was a complete failure.”

From the first year, things weren’t good.

Military service switched from bandit subjugation to a standoff with the enemy nation of Virendorf.

Leading just about 20 villagers to defend the fort was supposed to be enough.

However, that year, a war broke out.

Despite there being no war for 20 years, Virendorf suddenly attacked.

Naturally, I got caught up in the war.

Joined by Anastasia, the First Princess, and her Royal Guard, along with the army of Duchess Astarte, the Advisor, we faced nearly 1000 barbarians of Virendorf with just about 550 soldiers.

I joined under the command of Princess Anastasia and was sent to the front lines.

I was desperate.

I didn’t want to die a virgin.

Why did God send me to such a crazy world?

I was so full of hate.

And then—I got an erection.

But, it was restrained by a metal chastity belt.

“My dick hurts.”

It was a survival instinct.

I didn’t want to die.

I didn’t want to die a virgin.

I was a virgin in my previous life too.

That’s all there is to it.

I don’t want to die a virgin.

I drew my ancestral magic greatsword and kicked the belly of my horse, Flügel.

“My name is Faust von Polydoro. Anyone who thinks they can take me, come at me!! I’ll fight!!”

Beheading the first woman was easy.

It seems they never expected a man—other than a male prostitute—to be on the battlefield.

I took advantage of their momentary confusion at my voice and decapitated him.

I kicked Flügel’s belly again.

I charged as one with my horse towards the enemy knight commander, guarded by dozens of knights.

“Erection!!”

I blurted out a lewd word.

There was confusion on the battlefield.

And it was the situation at hand.

My dick hurts.

The second and third women were cut down simultaneously with my words.

“Virendorf Knight Commander, face me in a duel!!”

The opponent didn’t respond, and a fourth came at me with a spear.

I cut off the tip of the spear with my greatsword and mowed down the fourth woman’s torso.

Chainmail is nothing but butter against a magic-enhanced greatsword.

Ah—

My dick hurts.

Separate from that thought, five knights approached.

Thinking they couldn’t handle me one-on-one, or perhaps to capture me as a dick slave.

—Probably the latter.

Becoming a dick slave is out of the question.

Though, I wouldn’t say no to a harem.

I refuse to be violated by these people with no sense of hygiene, catch syphilis, and die with my nose falling off.

I waved my left hand, not holding the greatsword, as a signal.

—Crossbow.

Arrows from the crossbow pierced the five knights.

My territory owns five expensive crossbows.

The church is always annoyingly telling us to stop using them, but what do I care?

It’s my business.

Life’s paramount, but let’s not forget the importance of my manhood.

Erection.

Ah, my dick hurts.

Thus, with my dick hurting, I made it to the enemy knight commander.

I raised my greatsword and shouted.

“Virendorf Knight Commander, I challenge you to a duel!”

“I have a name, it’s Reckenber, you brave man!!”

The Virendorf Knight Commander shouted back loudly.

This went well.

With that conviction, I quietly lowered my greatsword at an angle.

“Then, Lord Reckenber! Let the match begin!”

“Fine. But promise me one thing.”

“What is it!”

Reckenber took a deep breath and then shouted.

“If I win, you will become my second husband!! How about that!!”

Virendorf—unique values of the barbarians.

A strong man has that much worth.

If this were my country—Anhalt Kingdom, it would rather be disliked.

Basically, my country prefers effeminate men who make one’s skin crawl.

I should have been born in Virendorf.

“Agreed. If you win, I’ll become your husband or whatever!!”

I whisper under my breath.

There is a responsibility.

Though a soul reincarnated from Earth, I am also the singular seed sown by my mother in this world.

As the lord of my domain, Polydoro.

Bearing the title of Lord Polydoro, responsibilities weigh upon me.

Even if it concerns merely 300 souls under my care, I cannot allow them to be cast adrift.

Thus――Reckenber, your death is a necessity.

Brandishing my greatsword at an angle, I charged towards Knight Commander Reckenber.

The outcome of our clash goes without saying, as I stand here alive to recount it.

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“――It was a failure.”

Becoming the Advisor to the second princess of Valiere was clearly a mistake.

I simply muttered.

Exiting a room in the palace―where I had been in discussion with Queen Liesenlotte and others just moments before.

In the palace garden, the outcome of the consultation was―no, the future was clear.

After all, I would be sent out to subdue bandits as this year’s military duty.

While slightly smelling the scent of flowers in the well-maintained garden before me,

I quickly gathered my own strength.

In other words, I was preoccupied with thoughts of returning to my lodging to comfort myself, my thoughts consumed by the image of Queen Liesenlotte’s naked body, glimpsed through her veil, that had been seared into my mind.

But it wasn’t a maid drinking tea at the garden table.

Rather, it was a male servant, not a female one. I heard the insulting words of such a weak man.

“Is that Lord Polydoro? What a terrifyingly muscular figure.”

“How barbaric. Perhaps the former Lord Polydoro, being unable to conceive, picked up a foundling from Virendorf?”

It seems that it wouldn’t be so simple.

I was insulted.

About me.

That is, about all of Polydoro’s domain.

My mother, my ancestors, my people, my land, everything was insulted.

A sound like a metal stone striking against my temple reverberated.

While the aftereffect of my frustration still lingered, I faced those foolish―those disgustingly foolish men, stepping from the corridor to the garden, ready to crush their nasal cartilage.