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

Officially, Georg Valiere von Anhalt-sama.

In short, Valiere-sama, had died.

This is the Reckenber mansion, their annex.

Integrated into the luxurious guest room bed accessible only by the personal guard, Valiere-sama could never stand up again.

“I seriously want to die.”

While buried in the bed, Valiere-sama muttered.

It would be better to take off my shoes, at least.

“Please calm down, Valiere-sama, I mean Valiere-sama.”

“What’s with this Valiere-sama?”

One of the personal guards, in other words, I had affectionately referred to Valiere-sama as Valiere-sama in my heart.

But it seems I accidentally said it out loud.

I respond to the voice of Valiere-sama, face buried in the bed and still submerged.

“Valiere-sama, there’s no need to be so down. The peace negotiations were successful, after all.”

“That’s right. They were successful because we sacrificed Faust. I did nothing.”

Faust von Polydoro, the second princess’ Advisor.

From the beginning, he did not expect much from Valiere-sama’s negotiating skills.

He completely saw through what Valiere-sama could and couldn’t do.

Even if the deceased consort of Queen Liesenlotte, who treasured his roses, had his roses stolen, it wouldn’t matter in a room full of enemy leaders.

If it were Anastasia, the first princess, or Duchess Astarte, they would have internally thought, “That idiot did it,” but would have ignored it.

Nobody else but Valiere-sama could panic so genuinely, not just as an act.

In other words, Polydoro turned Valiere-sama into a fool.

But I’m not particularly angry about that.

It was a necessary act to melt Queen Katarina’s heart and establish peace negotiations.

As to how much Polydoro planned this from the start, it’s unclear unless asked.

But in conclusion, Polydoro handled everything brilliantly.

Everything was a success.

However.

“I don’t care anymore if mother gets angry at me later. I’ve put everything on Faust.”

At the cost of Polydoro’s chastity.

Polydoro, a hero not popular in Anhalt and subjected to disdain from some nobles, indeed doesn’t have a fetish for willingly spreading his legs for some unknown, insignificant woman.

He speaks eloquently when emotional but is usually straightforward and serious.

At 22, he is still pure and continues to maintain his virginity.

Even if facing an enemy queen, he wouldn’t like just being used as a mere stud.

Well, he doesn’t dislike Queen Katarina, perhaps feeling a bit of sympathy due to shared circumstances.

Even we, the second princess’ personal guard who barely received proper knight training, can understand that much.

But let’s get to the point.

Polydoro sold himself to win the peace negotiations.

“Could this possibly tarnish Faust’s reputation?”

“Polydoro’s reputation will suffer, but―so will the reputation of the Anhalt royal family.”

Sabine interjected.

Her face was slightly pale.

If the man she adored had to lay with another woman, it’s understandable her face would turn pale.

Polygamy, sharing one man among many women, is not an unusual story.

I think there’s no need for her face to turn so pale.

If she wants Polydoro’s purity, his virginity, she should have taken it first.

“Firstly, it’s certain that foolish, heartless people will laugh at Polydoro. ‘That man, not popular with women, has finally sold himself to an enemy queen,’ some foolish person will surely say.”

“…If you see such an idiot, report it immediately. The royal family will forgive you for beating them up on the spot. Even if they have a higher rank than you, don’t hesitate to punch their faces until their teeth break.”

“No need to tell us.”

Polydoro was a comrade who supported me in my first battle and deeply mourned Hanna’s death.

As Sabine answered, we would beat them up without being told.

Disrespect towards Polydoro is the same as disrespect towards us.

The knights of the first princess’ personal guard and the ducal army who fought together in the Virendorf campaign would do the same.

And Anastasia, the first princess, and Duchess Astarte, would also approve of this beating.

Even Queen Liesenlotte might.

“Shall we continue?”

“Go ahead. I understand that people will mock Faust for his actions, thinking he sold himself for the country rather than recognising his sacrifice. What’s next, the royal family’s reputation will suffer?”

Valiere-sama continued to speak, her face still buried in the bed, showing no signs of wanting to get up.

It seems she still doesn’t have the energy to stand.

The objective, the peace negotiations, had been achieved.

However, the damage to Valiere-sama was significant.

“This time, it is not a matter of belittling Lord Polydoro; rather, it is the appraisal from the more sensible nobles who purely acknowledge his achievements as a savior of the nation. Although it is true that Lord Polydoro willingly sacrificed himself, the royal family ended up pushing all the burdens onto him.”

“Exactly, I couldn’t do anything after all.”

Sabine’s relentless pursuit of Valiere-sama.

Choose your words more wisely, fool.

Valiere-sama’s body seemed to sink deeper into the bed, as if being swallowed up by it.

“Why did the royal family not do anything to help? Is it right to sell his chastity to the queen of an enemy nation? Can it be said that the Anhalt royal family has properly rewarded Lord Faust von Polydoro, the savior of the nation? Even if one could call him a superhuman, is it not shameful to impose such extraneous duties on a mere 300 minor lord knights without any sense of disgrace? Such grievances arise among the lord knights under the protective contract with the royal family, and among the noble clergy with a sense of decency. The system of obligation and service is not functioning.”

Silence followed.

Therefore, choose your words, Sabine.

Valiere-sama was completely silent.

Not a single movement.

She looked no different from a corpse.

“What should I have done?”

Valiere-sama muttered, as if asking no one in particular.

It was a question no one could answer.

In fact, there was nothing we, who were not by his side, could have done.

The only one by Valiere-sama’s side was Sabine, the captain of the guard.

We were merely allowed to loiter at the entrance of the royal chamber.

If you were aware of that much, couldn’t you have done something?

Such glances were directed at Sabine by us, the 13 members of the Second Princess’s Royal Guard.

Realizing this, Sabine, with a face pale as death, turned bright red and yelled like a chimpanzee.

“Then, do you think you could have done something about it?! The main characters of that negotiation were Queen Katarina and Lord Polydoro, just those two. A space where no one else could interfere had been created!!”

Well, yes, but still.

Wasn’t Sabine’s quick-thinking and oratory skills supposed to be for situations like this?

I ponder.

We achieved peace negotiations.

No, that’s not it.

It was the hero, Faust von Polydoro, who achieved the peace negotiations.

That’s probably all that will be remembered in future generations.

And that’s fine.

After the dawn of peace negotiations, we, all members of the Second Princess’s Royal Guard, were promised a promotion.

We who did nothing are left without a leg to stand on.

“Couldn’t something have been done?”

I couldn’t help but say it aloud.

I knew what Sabine’s response would be.

“If there was something I could do, I would have done it with all my might! From the beginning, all of Virendorf was after Lord Polydoro, and as for Queen Katarina, in the end, everyone but Lord Polydoro must have looked like statues to her. What were we supposed to do when we weren’t even called upon?”

I suppose so.

Sabine is in love with Lord Polydoro after all.

When the queen of the enemy nation fell for Lord Polydoro and demanded his seed, she must have been boiling with rage.

Perhaps, it’s commendable that this chimpanzee didn’t make a fuss.

Well, that’s it.

Lord Polydoro is culpable.

I find myself thinking such things.

He magnificently melted the heart of the cold-blooded queen and, with a confession of regret as if spitting blood towards a mother, made Queen Katarina empathize and fall for him.

He is a culpable man.

Even I, who do not find Lord Polydoro’s appearance to my liking as a citizen of Anhalt, was almost charmed.

Lord Polydoro is culpable.

After all that, would there be any woman who wouldn’t fall?

That’s why.

“Valiere-sama, even so, we did our best in our own way.”

I say these words to Valiere-sama. In fact, isn’t it Lord Polydoro who went too far? Was there any need to make Queen Katarina fall for him? I find myself almost falling into such a self-defensive interpretation. We came here for peace negotiations, not to witness the seductive techniques of the demon man, Lord Polydoro. Didn’t Lord Polydoro forget his original purpose halfway through? His confession of regret must have been blurted out in an emotional moment. It certainly wasn’t calculated. That’s why he’s known as a demon man.

“This is us doing our best.”

Valiere-sama rises from the bed, perhaps having recovered somewhat from the damage. Then, turning around to face us, she asked:

“How can I repay Faust?”

“Let’s think about that now.”

Let’s stay positive, for now.

“First, we should apologize to Queen Liesenlotte for the incident with the stolen roses, alongside Lord Polydoro.”

“That’s for sure. Next. Sabine, use your intelligence to come up with something.”

Valiere-sama, her face still pale from the shock, turns towards Sabine.

“As a reward, saying, ‘You can have your way with the captain of the guard, Sabine, in bed’ would be fine.”

“Would that be of any benefit to Faust? Or is it all just your desire?”

Why would a man coveting a woman’s body be considered a benefit? Die, Sabine. Lord Polydoro is not a prostitute. He is not a monster of lust. Although sometimes he is the Knight of Wrath, driven by emotion, he is usually a serious, simple, and pure man.

“Give a proper answer.”

“First, there’s the high compensation promised to Lord Polydoro for this peace negotiation. Increasing that amount would probably make him happy, I think.”

“I think?”

Sabine muttered hesitantly.

“Many will see it as Faust von Polydoro selling his chastity for money.”

“So, the royal family needs to give him some kind of reward other than money.”

“If we don’t favor Lord Polydoro, it would be awkward.”

Sabine, hesitating even more, added:

“Awkward, you say?”

“Lord Polydoro clearly showed dissatisfaction with Queen Katarina’s question earlier. Please remember.”

“Ah…”

Valiere-sama’s face turns pale. The words Lord Polydoro returned to Queen Katarina’s question about the kingdom not being able to find even one suitable bride for a national hero, and the hero being treated coldly by the people and nobility, were, “I cannot say I am completely satisfied…”

Clearly, Lord Polydoro has grievances against the Anhalt royal family. It’s understandable, considering how he has been used beyond the contract’s terms.

If the hero of the nation, Lord Polydoro, were to defect to Virendorf, it would be the greatest shame for the Anhalt royal family. It would be recorded in history books.

“What should I do? Should I apologize to Faust about this matter right now?”

“No, I don’t think Lord Polydoro is angry with Valiere-sama.”

After all, Valiere-sama did nothing wrong. The deployment to the peace negotiations was decided by Princess Anastasia and Duchess Astarte. Lord Polydoro made Valiere-sama a fool, and he plans to apologize for the stolen roses as well.

But still, we must find a way to repay Lord Polydoro with something other than money.

“Let’s take the enemy’s, Queen Katarina’s words to heart. We know what Lord Polydoro wants.”

“Ah, a suitable bride? I was once asked if I could arrange a noble marriage for Faust, but who am I to find a noble bride suitable for Faust?”

That’s an old story. Valiere-sama murmurs as if recalling the past, then holds her head.

“I still can’t prepare a noble bride suitable for Faust! My reputation as a failure has improved a bit, but it’s not been long since my first battle, and I still have no connections among the nobility!!”

“Valiere-sama,”

Sabine stands in front of Valiere-sama, her teeth gleaming.

“How about me?”

“Ah, I’d die of guilt towards Faust, so no.”

“Why!”

Why not, you idiot?

Lord Polydoro desires a bride worthy of his past achievements and the ones from this mission, someone he wouldn’t be embarrassed to show around.

You, on the other hand, would be an embarrassment anywhere.

Probably, Lord Polydoro isn’t looking for someone like Sabine.

Sabine kept boasting that we were in mutual love and that she had successfully wooed him.

But, the heroic savior Lord Polydoro was probably just too unpopular and momentarily leaned towards someone like Sabine, who might as well be a chimpanzee.

It’s hard to believe he’s seriously attracted to her.

Unfortunately, Sabine’s love is likely to end unrequited.

“No, seriously, what should I do…”

Without getting off the bed.

While almost saying you should at least take off your shoes by now.

Instead of saying that, I stopped myself.

The words I almost said were:

Why not renounce your claim to the throne and have Lady Valiere marry Lord Polydoro?

It seemed like a good idea.

But to suggest marrying off to a minor lord with only 300 subjects, even if it’s to a national hero like Lord Polydoro.

After all, it’s unclear what Lady Valiere thinks of Lord Polydoro.

Thinking this, I decided to hold back.