Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World

“My groin is killing me.”

He lamented this repeatedly in his thoughts, to no avail.

In such a private setting, why would one only don a silk veil?

Do you take after your mother, Queen Liesenlotte, in this regard?

That’s what Faust von Polydoro silently cursed in his heart at the sight of Princess Anastasia, the first princess, who was wearing nothing but a silk veil draped over her naked body.

Duchess Astarte, seated next to the chaise lounge, was the first to speak.

“First, allow me to speak. Faust, I truly regret the matter concerning Martina.”

I, Faust von Polydoro, had brought thirty of my subjects and visited the royal capital once again.

And the place we headed to directly upon our arrival at the palace was Princess Anastasia’s private quarters, a closed space where I thought to myself:

“My groin is killing me.”

If you want to apologize, then make Princess Anastasia stop dressing like that.

Every time I see your face, I’m almost forced to glance at the person next to you and their beautiful bosom.

In fact, my gaze inevitably drifts there.

The long, red hair of Anastasia, characteristic of the royal family, barely covers her nipples.

But the very fact that they’re hidden only piques interest more.

The clash between my arousal and the metal chastity belt brings pain and dizziness.

Why must I suffer this…

“An apology is fine. You should have already conveyed it through a letter or a messenger on a fast horse. I’ve forgiven you.”

“But even so, a direct apology is different. I’ve already informed you of the summary, but I truly am sorry, Faust.”

Duchess Astarte bowed her head.

Enough about Anastasia. That’s the least of my concerns now.

I’m seriously hurting down there.

“…I believe your anger is justified. However, I wish you could find it in you to forgive.”

Duchess Astarte apologized, her face tinged with sorrow.

Ah, my face must be turning red with rage again.

This is a misunderstanding.

I can’t even offer a single excuse, but it’s different, Duchess Astarte.

I’ve already forgiven you.

“This anger is not directed at you, Duchess Astarte.”

If you’re misunderstanding, then that’s just as well.

This anger isn’t towards Duchess Astarte. It’s because I’m really hurting down there.

And then there’s my anger at the royal family, who treat people like convenient pawns.

I have my own circumstances, royal family.

No, Princess Anastasia.

I’ve heard about your request this time.

Why is Princess Valiere, the second princess, also here?

“Please, Faust… calm down.”

You’re dressed properly, so you can stay calm.

Besides, you’re flat-chested.

It’s different from the beautiful bosom of Princess Anastasia and the voluptuous Duchess Astarte.

What do you all want?

Do you enjoy causing me pain?

After looking towards Princess Valiere, I hear Duchess Astarte’s voice from the side.

“I will accept all your requests. Your beloved horse, Flügel’s breeding, will be taken care of in my territory. It will be after this duty is completed, though. And not just with a superior mare, but many. The offspring that turns out to be the most superior will be gifted to you, Faust. Of course, I will also pay for the breeding with the other mares. After all, it’s the seed of the strongest knight’s horse in the Kingdom of Anhalt. It will be a significant amount.”

“That will not be a problem. Flügel will be pleased to have many offspring.”

Am I supposed to mate with you on the spot?

He cursed in his mind.

I’m really hurting down there.

While turning away in disgust and avoiding looking at Duchess Astarte’s companion’s beautiful bosom, I only gaze at Princess Valiere, who is seated beside me.

The only peace in my heart at this moment comes from this person.

“Why are you staring at me, Faust?”

“In this situation, I wish to look at no one but you, Princess Valiere, who I serve as the advisor.”

Hopefully, this displeasure reaches Princess Anastasia.

That’s doubtful.

At the very least, I do not wish to look at Princess Anastasia’s face or her beautiful bosom below it right now.

It really hurts down there.

“Duchess Astarte. Is the matter for which you apologized concluded?”

Princess Anastasia turns the conversation to Duchess Astarte.

“Yes, the discussion is concluded. Now, it’s time for the royal family’s matter. I will state upfront that I am opposed to it.”

Duchess Astarte, shaking her voluptuous bosom, raises her hands into the air.

Stop it.

I’m seriously going to lose it with you.

In this world where the norms of chastity are reversed, even if the sight of a man taking advantage of a woman is considered bizarre.

I no longer care about such things.

I’m seriously at my limit with all of you.

It really hurts down there.

Right now, I can’t even predict what I might do.

“Faust von Polydoro, there is something we need to discuss.”

“Yes, yes. I respectfully decline.”

I immediately refuse Princess Anastasia’s proposition without even hearing it.

There’s no need to listen.

I have already fulfilled my obligations regarding the protection contract for my territory and my duties as the advisor to the second princess.

There is no reason for me to entertain the royal family’s whims.

“At least listen before you refuse!”

“I don’t want to hear it.”

Princess Anastasia, with her beautiful bosom barely covered by a veil, looks into my face.

For once, I meet her daunting gaze, if only to avoid seeing her chest.

“The matter at hand can be summed up in one sentence. Peace negotiations with the Kingdom of Virendorf. We want you to be the envoy.”

“Why me? Shouldn’t this be a task for the clerical nobility? Even if you were to assign it to a lord knight, I am far too low in rank.”

Why should I be troubled with becoming the envoy for peace negotiations with the Kingdom of Virendorf, a power almost equal to the Kingdom of Anhalt and a fellow elector?

This should be a task for the clerical nobility.

Certainly not something a regional lord of a mere 300 subjects should handle.

At worst, the other side might take offense and call for my head, leading to another war.

Though I know Virendorf’s values well enough to know that wouldn’t happen, as I am considered a hero in that country, and would not be treated poorly.

“The clerical nobility are useless, not worth a fig. Virendorf knows that the bulk of our kingdom’s army is tied up dealing with the northern nomadic tribes, making our position weak. They won’t listen to them.”

“…”

I hear words I wish I hadn’t.

It would be easier if this were someone else’s problem.

But, it isn’t.

I glance at Martina, the squire accompanying me.

She remains silent, having no say in this matter.

Honestly, I could use some advice.

I’m not well-versed in political matters.

“…”

I think desperately.

My territory, Polydoro, is near the border with the barbarian kingdom of Virendorf.

That’s why I’ve been diligently fulfilling my military duties and maintaining the protective contract with the Kingdom of Anhalt.

My territory being attacked by barbarians?

I’d rather avoid that at all costs.

My territory is something I must protect, even at the cost of my life.

As the lord knight of Polydoro, I have a duty to protect my territory, a duty passed down to me from my deceased mother and ancestors.

“Faust, this is a matter that also concerns you, I believe…”

“You believe?”

I emphasize the end of my sentence, making a point.

But that doesn’t mean I should bear the total responsibility.

The entire responsibility for dealing with Virendorf shouldn’t fall on me.

This should be a matter for the royal family and the clerical nobility to solve.

Otherwise, there’s no point in me tirelessly fulfilling my military duties for the protection contract of my territory.

“Of course, of course. It’s only natural. The entire cost of mobilizing your subjects, this time 30, was it? The kingdom will bear the costs, and we are also considering a reward for the successful negotiation of peace with Virendorf.”

“Really?”

How much would that amount be?

It would have to be substantial, I imagine.

I’m handed a paper by Duchess Astarte next to me, and the estimated figure makes me doubt my eyes.

Is this amount more than the reward for quelling Caroline’s rebellion?

“Really?”

I couldn’t help but express my surprise.

It’s not a bad figure.

It’s enough to reduce taxes in my territory for more than 10 years, enough for tax reduction policies throughout my generation.

Well, I wouldn’t actually do that since it would cause problems for the next generation.

The amount is, frankly, dizzying.

Yes, dizzying.

Even my erection subsides, and the pain eases.

That’s good, but…

Wait, wait.

This means the task at hand is extremely troublesome and difficult.

“What was the reaction of the clerical nobles you negotiated with in advance?”

I try to assess the situation calmly.

Princess Anastasia answered.

“The words of the weak cannot be trusted. It’s best you leave your lands. Their stance was completely unapproachable.”

So, there’s been no progress at all.

That figures.

It’s a favorable situation for Virendorf.

Even if Princess Anastasia, Duchess Astarte, and I had managed to repel an army a thousand times our size, that was a miraculous incident resulting from a coincidental overlap of our abilities.

We only won because we managed to kill the frontline commander, Knight Commander Reckenber, at the right time.

I doubt we could succeed again.

We would probably lose.

That’s the feeling I get.

Duchess Astarte’s counter-invasion and Virendorf’s eventual ceasefire agreement came after much distress.

Currently, we’re in the ceasefire period, but it’s about to end.

Only half a year remains.

Unfortunately, Faust von Polydoro is not a fool.

He understands both the situation his country is in and the state of his own territory near the Virendorf border.

If things continue as they are, we’re cornered.

I ponder for a moment.

If we do nothing, my territory and Virendorf, those barbarians, will invade.

That cannot happen.

Duchess Astarte’s standing army of 500 and Queen Liesenlotte’s forces should uphold the protection contract.

They should be able to counter Virendorf.

But honestly, I don’t have much hope.

We would likely lose this time.

The atmosphere among the three of us already suggests that.

Our victory in the Virendorf campaign seems like a fluke.

Had any one of us been absent, we would have lost.

It was a hellish battle.

“What do you expect me to do?”

I murmur, closing my eyes to avoid seeing Princess Anastasia’s chest.

“As I said at the beginning. Go to Virendorf and negotiate peace. We want at least 10 years.”

“10 years… What concessions can we make?”

“Technically, they were the aggressors, and we were the victors, leading to the ceasefire. There’s hardly anything to concede. Maybe returning the young boys Duchess Astarte captured when she raided their villages?”

Negotiate under those conditions?

That’s tough.

I understand we can’t easily make concessions since we won.

Ah, what a hassle.

But, well…

It seems I have no choice but to accept.

And probably, no one else in the Kingdom of Anhalt could negotiate with Virendorf, where, oddly enough, I’m seen as a hero.

Realizing that is the greatest misfortune of my life.

Faust clicks his tongue.

“I understand. There’s no other choice. That’s why you called me.”

“Will you take it on?”

Princess Anastasia lets out a sigh of relief, physically patting down her chest.

Stop touching your chest through the veil.

It’s distracting.

“I’ll accept. But please ensure the reward is as discussed. Also, I cannot guarantee that negotiations will definitely succeed. Plan for Virendorf accordingly.”

“Of course, we understand that. If it weren’t for those nomadic tribes…”

Virendorf is also troubled by the northern nomads.

I heard that Knight Commander Reckenber, whom I defeated in a duel, had decimated the nomads, giving the nation some breathing room.

As a result, they turned their excess military force towards us, sparking the Virendorf campaign.

What a nuisance.

“Am I the only envoy to Virendorf?”

“I’d like to go myself, but…”

“It wouldn’t do for Your Highness to go there.”

The first heir to the throne visiting enemy territory?

It sounds like a bad joke.

But my name alone is too weak.

Despite being the strongest knight of Anhalt, I’m just a minor lord with barely 300 subjects.