Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World - Chapter 62

The ceremony has concluded: my Geas ceremony, along with the ceremony of the lord knights swearing their allegiance to Queen Liesenlotte.

Both ceremonies have ended, and everyone has left the red carpet and returned to their original places.

Yet.

“Now, I understand your resolve and Lord Polydoro’s resolve. At the very least, uniting to prepare for battle against the nomadic tribes aligns with my intentions, whether Toktoa Khan comes or not. It won’t be in vain.”

Queen Liesenlotte stated her opinion.

Yet.

“However, I’ve been thinking. It’s difficult to apply the current system managed by the official knights of the robe nobility, even though you’ve entrusted me with military authority. Few citizens would readily accept obedience to the robe nobility. Therefore, we shall discuss this matter more thoroughly later.”

My actions have not been in vain and have shown results.

Yet.

“So, what about it, Lord Faust von Polydoro?”

I understand.

I do understand, yet.

“It’s about time you stopped crying.”

Queen Liesenlotte cast a gentle voice.

I just couldn’t stop my tears.

I am foolish.

I had thought that I had no allies anywhere in Anhalt.

I pressured myself, thinking I had to do everything.

I even convinced myself that it would all end in a mere rampage.

However, the lord knights I saved during the Virendorf campaign recognized me as a peer from before.

My comrades-in-arms, Duchess Astarte and Princess Anastasia, supported my rampage without hindering me.

I am both fortunate and foolish.

“My apologies. I believe I will stop crying soon. Just a moment longer, please.”

“I would like to do so.”

Queen Liesenlotte chuckled gently.

Similarly, laughter leaked from the lord knights.

It wasn’t derisive.

Instead, it sounded endearing.

This was the first time I felt a warm sentiment from the nobles of Anhalt.

“We’re short on time. As for the nomadic tribes, everyone has agreed with your opinion. No one here has time to waste. Let’s move on to the discussion of rewards and merits.”

“I am very sorry.”

I bowed my head.

Martina, who assists me as a knight-in-training, handed me a handkerchief from the side.

With it, I wiped my cheeks and eyes.

“Let’s begin with the discussion of rewards and merits. The peace negotiations with Virendorf, having been successfully concluded, were commendable. As for your past achievements, the Virendorf campaign, and the first battle of Valiere during Caroline’s rebellion, you were awarded money.”

“Thanks to you, I could reduce taxes for the citizens.”

I am grateful for the proper payment for the work.

Well, the job was crap.

Because the content of that job was black.

“And before these peace negotiations, you are wearing the fluted armor bestowed by Anastasia. She thought you needed good-looking armor. In Virendorf, armor is considered a knight’s formal attire.”

“This armor is splendid. It served well in Virendorf.”

I had already put it to practical use in duels in Virendorf; it was light and did not restrict movement.

It could easily withstand a hit from a musket gun.

It’s a magnificent piece.

“Of course, we had promised a considerable sum of money if the peace negotiations were successful. We will pay for that as well. But that alone might not be enough. Don’t you think so?”

“Huh?”

I hadn’t thought so.

Not at all.

I’m just a tiny local lord with merely 300 citizens.

Even if my rank were raised, I’d have to maintain a certain level of formality, which would be bothersome. Unlike robe nobility, a rise in rank does not mean a lord’s salary increase.

A lord’s salary comes solely from the taxes collected from their land.

I would like more land, but local lords, not royal land, own the areas near Polydoro territory.

It’s impossible to get a piece of their land, and acquiring a non-contiguous piece of land would mean I’d have to send a steward, which would be bothersome.

There’s nothing good about it.

Trying to grasp Queen Liesenlotte’s intentions, my brain whirred.

Then, perhaps.

Just maybe.

“At least, the royal family thinks that the rewards for Lord Polydoro’s achievements are insufficient. Simultaneously, other lord knights might also harbor dissatisfaction. Therefore, we have prepared another reward for you, Lord Polydoro, besides money. In short, since you remain single, we plan to find you a bride.”

Bride, huh?

Can I receive a bride?

I glanced at Sabine sprawled on the red carpet.

The owner of those rocket boobs, being dragged by her feet by the Second Princess’s Royal Guard, is now rolled to the edge of the wall.

Even though it was my own doing, perhaps slamming her to the floor was too much.

Anyway, with Sabine’s corpse-like form out of the corner of my eye, I feel a bit sorry.

Sabine.

Oh, rocket boobs.

Farewell.

Your rocket boobs have shaken the heart of me as a private individual, but as a public figure, I think, “Her brain’s too much like a chimpanzee to be a bride of the Polydoro territory, isn’t it?”

So, goodbye.

Goodbye, adios.

I intend to keep casually gazing at your rocket boobs from now on.

As I think about such things, Queen Liesenlotte’s words continue.

“It’s about lineage, then. We have prepared a bride worthy of your achievements up to now.”

Here it comes.

It’s finally here.

For 22 years in the Kingdom of Anhalt, I’ve been unpopular, and if you add my virginity from my previous life, it’s about 40 years now.

Finally, a chance to lose my virginity has come to me.

The face of Queen Katarina of Virendorf flashes in my mind, and the sensation of our first kiss revives on my lips.

But that’s a separate matter. Now it is.

As a lord knight of the Polydoro territory, I must produce an heir as part of my noble duties.

In other words, I am to govern my land hand in hand and face military service with my wife.

The opportunity to be given such a bride has finally arrived.

I look at Lady Valiere beside me.

Until now, she seemed concerned about Sabine, who has become like a corpse at the edge of the wall.

But now, her face is slightly reddened for some reason, and she’s looking down.

It’s been a long journey, indeed.

With a body over 200 cm tall and weighing more than 130 kg, I was utterly unpopular in Anhalt.

Though I became the advisor to the Second Princess, Lady Valiere told me she had “no idea who could be a suitable bride for me.”

Reluctantly involved in the Virendorf campaign, Princess Anastasia threw me into the front lines.

The buxom Duchess Astarte would press her breasts against my arm and whisper lewd jokes in my ear.

My dick, under the chastity belt, complains of incredible pain every day.

And the royal family, in their private moments, seem to want to boast of their physical beauty, wearing only a silk veil, and every day, the busty 32-year-old widow or the beautiful 16-year-old with reptilian eyes tempts me.

My dick hurts.

But that’s going to end.

It all ends today.

Good job, son. Tomorrow is a home run.

My tension is weird, but that’s how happy I am.

These long, painful days are finally over.

Now, Queen Liesenlotte, introduce me to my bride.

“Lord Faust von Polydoro shall wed my second daughter, Georg Valiere von Anhalt, the second princess.”

For a moment, my mind’s gears came to a halt.

I glance to the side.

Beside me, a petite red-haired 14-year-old poor-breasted Lolita beauty, no taller than 140 centimeters, blushed.

Her gaze remains lowered, fixated on the ground.

Wait a moment.

Hold on a second.

“Of course, I shall forfeit my right to the throne, and by marrying Lord Polydoro, I shall henceforth bear his name. I entrust everything to you all from now on!! Naturally, there are no objections to his lineage, Lord Polydoro.”

It’s full of dissatisfaction, you old fool.

What makes me sad is that I have to marry a beautiful 14-year-old Lolita girl with poor tits.

I want big boobs.

I am indeed a boob-loving alien.

“It seems Valiere-sama will indeed be given in marriage.”

“This is a good match. Lord Polydoro deserves to be graced with an honorable lineage.”

Landowning knights and clerical nobles whisper among themselves, making bold claims without restraint.

Hold on.

I know it sounds repetitive, but I am indeed a Boob Alien.

“Faust von Polydoro. Reflecting upon it, your mother, the former Lord Polydoro, Marianne, endured much hardship. While raising you, a superhero meant to save our nation, she was treated as if she were mad. That stigma will be washed away by integrating royal blood.”

Yes, indeed, I have always wanted to clear that stigma.

Marianne is an irreplaceable, beloved mother to me.

I thought it was enough if only I and my people understood that, but at the same time, I also wanted to clear the stigma of being seen as mad by the public.

But not like this.

I quietly look over at Valiere-sama beside me.

As expected, she blushes and looks down.

“Of course, you wouldn’t say no, Valiere.”

The words of Queen Liesenlotte.

Reject it, you dim, flat-chested lolita!

No, calling her dim is too harsh, even in my thoughts.

Valiere-sama is not dim. She’s just mediocre.

A mere mediocre, red-haired, flat-chested lolita.

“Yes, I will accept.”

Why won’t you reject it?

Even though you’re a flat-chested lolita!

We, the Boob Aliens, should never be compatible!

Why can’t you see such a simple yet absolute truth!!

Stick with your lolicons, you brat!!

No, calling her a brat is too harsh, even in my thoughts.

Valiere-sama is innocent.

Yet, she sent me to guard a fort along the Virendorf border, promising a peaceful and easy military service, only to drag me into the hell of the Virendorf campaign.

My first campaign, which was supposed to be an easy bandit subjugation, somehow expanded into a rebellion by a local lord.

On reflection, I’ve suffered terribly because of this lolita beside me.

I know Valiere-sama’s intentions were unrelated, but I’ve faced harsh realities.

Yes, I am a Boob Alien.

Toktoa Khan will indeed attack.

I am confident, based on my knowledge from a previous life, that the nomadic nation will attack within seven years.

But what if they do not attack?

Is my sexual life for the next seven years to end with a lolita?

No, I cannot accept that.

This should not be permitted.

It should never be allowed!

Has God died?

No, I just sensed the existence of God through a geas not long ago!!

“Then, Faust von Polydoro. Though it may be merely a formality, I shall ask. Will you welcome my daughter, Georg Valiere von Anhalt, as Georg Valiere von Polydoro into your domain?”

The words of Queen Liesenlotte are bestowed upon me.

Wait a moment.

Just give me a little time.

It’s time for thinking time.

Switching Winback.

When cornered, I perform my ritual to recover my spirit by switching gears.

My personal Switching Winback is breasts.

Inevitably, my thoughts went to the naked body of Queen Liesenlotte, just a silk veil away, and her ample breasts.

Naturally, I became aroused.

My dick hurts.

Awakened by the pain of my son sleeping beneath the chastity belt, I returned to sanity.

“The difference in our statuses is far too great. I am a minor lord who can barely support 300 people.”

I murmured in a calm tone.

I thought it was a perfect response.

But Queen Liesenlotte was not deterred.

“You are the hero of the Virendorf campaign and the knight who negotiated peace. I, the queen, recognize you. No one shall argue. Accept it.”

Is she planning not to let me argue at all?

No, it’s not permitted to refuse here.

Is there any way, any way at all to argue against this?

At the very least, I’m not allowed to take a 14-year-old Lolita as my wife.

My pride as a Boob Alien forbids it.

We are inherently incompatible beings, and crossing that boundary is absolutely forbidden.

It was supposed to be the one geas that Lolitas and Boob Aliens had promised each other.

A covenant that should be upheld even without swearing to God.

This should never be allowed.

I thought hard, my mind running at full throttle, and then I voiced my conclusion.

“I will not enter.”

“What?”

Queen Liesenlotte raises her voice in confusion.

Perhaps she didn’t hear me.

I whisper again.

“That’s why I said I will not enter.”

“I heard that. So, what do you mean by it?”

If she heard me, then don’t make me repeat it.

With that expression, I once again murmured more detailedly yet ambiguously.

“That… I meant that my important part down there would probably not fit into Valiere-sama’s important part.”

It was vague.

But the meaning got through.

Queen Liesenlotte is wise.

Therefore, she answered kindly.

“Lord Faust von Polydoro, you are still virginal and unaware, but the female organ is surprisingly flexible, no matter how large your important part down there, which matches your enormous stature, might be.”

“Are you saying it’s acceptable for Valiere-sama’s belly, still immature in form, to make a ‘boko’ sound and swell up? My ‘item’ is not of a common size.”

I decided to respond as calmly as possible.

Queen Liesenlotte paused, her gaze wandering around, struggling to find her following words.

Then the surrounding nobles, all women, began whispering among themselves, blushing and starting to cause a commotion, pointing at me.

In this world, yes, this crazy world, the size of my important part down there, is an incredibly intense form of sexual appeal.

Should I be compared to someone who is plain but turns out to be a super boob alien?

Should it be said that, despite being hidden by bandages, there were giant breasts beneath?

Hence, the women blush.

And I, as a man, due to my values from a previous life, feel no shame at all, but according to the norms of this world, I am in a state of humiliation, having been forced to confess my size.

Therefore.

Except for me, the only man present, everyone else’s face turns red, and the crowd buzzes.

The meeting dances on, yet it does not progress, leading to stagnation of the discussion.