Virgin Knight Who Is the Frontier Lord in the Gender Switched World - Chapter 63

The murmur did not subside.

That said, I, Astarte, was also excited.

Eh, Faust, is that big?

I am a buttock aficionado.

Though I am a buttock aficionado, it’s not that I am uninterested in what’s in front.

I had imagined that something big would come from Faust’s massive frame.

Even if it were small, the gap would have excited me, I can say with confidence.

I love Faust, regardless of his size.

But, bigger is always better, I suppose.

This was a common opinion among the women of Anhalt.

The size of that thing was an important sex appeal in Anhalt.

Hence, voices discussing the size of Faust’s thing, while blushing, did not quiet down.

—

“Silence! Are you not knights, or rather, before that, be ladies!!”

Queen Liesenlotte’s shout.

With impressive control, she quickly quieted the surroundings.

Well, that is good.

—

“Faust, that, um, the big, um…”

Queen Liesenlotte’s voice thrown at Faust disintegrated in midair, failing to merge.

What to do from here?

Her Majesty Queen Liesenlotte must be in trouble.

As a public figure, she is splendid, but she has her innocent moments as a private person.

Even as the noble clergy pushed for other suitors, she desired no spouse other than her uncle, Robert.

Well, now she seems to be fascinated with Faust.

Anyway, I can’t be helped. I should throw a lifeline.

—

“May I speak, Your Majesty Queen Liesenlotte?”

“Duchess Astarte? Do you have a suggestion?”

“Yes.”

—

With Anastasia blushing profusely to the side—she’ll be out of commission for a while.

Is it her mother’s innocence?

While thinking such, I speak up.

—

“Lord Polydoro, your thing is not of ordinary size. You said that, didn’t you?”

“Yes, I did say that.”

—

Faust, innocent, pure, embarrassingly straightforward, and serious, naturally spoke without blushing.

Is he not embarrassed?

This is unusual for a man of his purity.

—

“It’s not that you dislike the marriage with Princess Valiere of Anhalt, right?”

“No, it’s not.”

—

Faust answered, averting his eyes slightly.

Hmm, that seems a bit suspicious.

Perhaps Valiere is not to Faust’s taste after all.

But well, that’s fine.

—

“Then, you wouldn’t mind if we verify the truth?”

“Verify?”

—

Faust made a puzzled face.

Even Faust’s face is dear to me.

—

“This matter is of importance, Lord Polydoro. To elaborate on what Her Majesty Queen Liesenlotte also mentioned earlier, the royal family’s rewards for the achievements you have accumulated are insufficient. A reciprocal contract is not established. It is not a matter that can be settled simply by declining because it would be presumptuous for Lord Polydoro to welcome Princess Valiere of Anhalt as a wife. Do you understand?”

“I understand.”

“Of course, if it’s unpleasant, the royal family wouldn’t force you… But let me ask again. It’s not unpleasant, right?”

—

Faust glanced sideways, briefly looking at Valiere, who was blushing and looking down.

Perhaps after considering various things in his mind.

Faust answered clearly.

—

“It is not unpleasant.”

—

Probably, he considered the positions of various people.

If he refused, it would put the royal family in a difficult position, and Faust himself is not in a position to refuse.

He had no choice but to say it wasn’t unpleasant.

For Faust, Valiere is more of a girl to be protected than a disliked woman.

He probably sees himself strictly as the second princess’s advisor and does not intend to leave that role.

Faust likely cannot see Valiere, a 14-year-old immature girl, as a sexual object in the first place.

Even amongst the commoners, not to mention amongst the nobles, a marriage at the age of 14 isn’t all that unusual.

“Then, about ‘that’ which we have been discussing. You’re saying the claims about its size are not false?”

“I, Faust von Polydoro, swear to God, I am not lying.”

“Good. Then let us proceed to verify.”

I gave Anastasia a firm pat on the shoulder to wake her up. Her cheeks were still flushed, but it appeared she had regained her composure.

“A-Astarte?”

“Princess Anastasia, as your advisor, I propose we verify whether Lord Polydoro’s claims are true.”

“How do we verify that?”

Is Anastasia still drowsy?

Ignoring her confusion, I called out loudly.

“Alexandra!”

I summoned the captain of the First Princess’s personal guard.

A stunning woman, standing at 190 cm tall, replied, albeit with a blush on her face.

“Yes! I will immediately summon a page to conduct the verification!!”

Exactly, that’s the way to go.

Despite their lust for Faust, I hoped for some professionalism.

Like me, one should keep a sharp mind even when driven by desire.

I can still execute cold-blooded decisions on the battlefield while admiring Faust’s posterior.

“Lord Polydoro, please follow me!”

Alexandra took Lord Polydoro by the hand, escorting him to a private room for the verification.

Indeed, they were about to confirm the size of Faust’s “equipment.”

I found myself curious about the outcome.

Having taken charge of the situation, did I not earn the right to know?

For a moment, I entertained the thought, but then decided against it, fearing Anastasia’s wrath in her potential madness.

Faust, compliant, exited the royal chamber.

※

A page stands alone in the king’s chamber, a face not often seen, perhaps a newcomer. It’s still being determined which territory he came to the capital from, but since Alexandra brought him, it’s believed he is not a honeypot but a page in genuine training for proper conduct.

—

“Greetings to Her Majesty Queen Liesenlotte.”

His nervousness is understandable. Before Her Majesty the Queen, surrounded by nobles and lords, it’s unusual for a page, even one from a minor lordship of less than 300, to stand firm. Faust, who had been giving a speech to a full audience just moments before, is the true exception. My Faust is a hero indeed.

—

“Spare the flattery. Get to the conclusion. What was the size of Faust’s ‘thing’ as confirmed by the page?”

“Yes, I measured it…”

The page’s face turns somewhat pale, as if shocked.

“Over 20cm.”

No explanation needed. The size was beyond imagination. The room bursts into murmurs.

“My husband’s is half that size!”

“Perhaps your husband’s size is too small?”

“I’ll kill you! Even as a friend, those words are unforgivable!”

—

Amidst the chaotic conversations, everyone doubts their ears at the size mentioned. Wait, Astarte, think. The page confirmed that the size is normal, but what about its complete form?

Glancing at Faust with a shocked expression, the ever-innocent Faust does not blush, oddly unfazed. I hear Faust was raised single-handedly by his mother, Marianne. I worry if his education on gentlemanly matters was sufficient. Yet, setting those worries aside…

—

“With all due respect, it exceeds 25cm in its full form.”

Is it like the barrel of a musket? Faust reports calmly, making me wonder if I can accommodate it all. The room erupts in murmurs again.

“Truly, Lord Polydoro! Even his ‘asset’ is heroic!”

“If I had known, I would have proposed marriage by any means necessary!”

“It’s not too late, Lord Polydoro, marry me!”

—

Such hopeless nobles. Anhalt’s values, preferring handsome young men, flip entirely in the face of such a reality. The sex appeal resting between Faust’s legs was that compelling. Being big is advantageous, as per the lewd song that comes to mind, suggesting even the robust men of Virendorf are accepted in Anhalt if endowed significantly. The real question might be whether it reaches deep enough. To Astarte, Faust was the perfect superhuman: great buttocks and a significant size. To secure him…

—

“Therefore, it’s impossible to welcome the current Miss Valiere as a bride to Polydoro territory. It simply won’t fit. Specifically, her belly would bulge.”

I need to convince Faust to agree to the marriage with Valiere. Otherwise, my and Anastasia’s plan to become his lovers cannot proceed. Somehow, I must change Faust’s mind.

—

“Lord Polydoro, you mentioned ‘the current Miss Valiere.’ You mean because Princess Valiere of Anhalt’s body is immature, there’s no helping it, right?”

“Yes, exactly.”

“Then the matter is simple.”

Despite his speech, Faust lacks political finesse in such matters, though his naivety is endearing.

—

“Here’s a proposal. Faust, you promised to wait two years for Princess Katarina of the neighboring Virendorf, right?”

“Yes, that’s correct.”

“How about our kingdom wait two years as well?”

Ideally, I wouldn’t want to wait. Princess Anastaia, such as myself, would turn 20, but it can’t be helped.

“Two years, huh?”

Faust murmurs, clearly displeased. He can’t hide his annoyance, a sign of his immaturity.

“Indeed, two years. Granted, Princess Valiere is only 14 and not yet physically ready to accept you. I acknowledge that. But in two years, it’ll be different.”

I cross my arms, lifting my burdensome bosom, which would only be in the way on a battlefield. Faust’s gaze shifts to me, his pupils dilating.

“Princess Valiere is undoubtedly a royal. Royal bloodlines tend to be well-endowed. In two years, her figure will have matured enough to accept your ‘significant asset.'”

Faust grimaces for some reason, bending over in apparent pain, though I’m unsure why. Is he pondering the future or imagining Valiere’s matured figure?

“Understood. If Miss Valiere, after two years, has matured physically to accept my ‘asset,’ then I shall welcome her as my bride, Georg Valiere von Polydoro.”

“That’s settled then. It’s for the best.”

Faust relents, allowing our plan to proceed without disruption. 

The royal family saves face, Faust’s position is reinforced through marriage to Valiere, and the lords are assured that Lord Polydoro is rightly rewarded. Everything comes full circle.

“Your Majesty, your decision, please.”

“Ah, yes. Duchess Astarte’s suggestion is good. Let it be so. Today, we pledge the engagement of Lord Faust von Polydoro and my daughter, Georg Valiere von Anhalt. From now on, they are fiancés!”

Valiere, blushing and looking down, lifts her head and stares at Faust.

“What, something you want to say?”

“Faust, just to be sure, you’re truly okay with this? If you’re truly against it, speak up. Even if this is an unavoidable noble resolution, I don’t want to be in your way.”

“Miss Valiere.”

Faust and Valiere share a momentary gaze—a couple of a towering knight and a petite princess.

A tinge of jealousy.

“I don’t dislike it. I could never dislike you, Miss Valiere. But let me ask you in return. I’m merely a minor lord with barely 300 subjects. I can’t offer a luxurious life.”

Well, Faust will be Anastasia’s and mine’s lover, so he’ll have no financial worries.

In secret, the royal family plans to develop Polydoro territory, situated a bit away from the Virendorf border, featuring small mountains and rivers, which are not so small after all. The potential for growth remains. The common folk have many second and third daughters without an inheritance. With a man like Faust, increasing the population wouldn’t be an issue, although he might dislike such a method, preferring a gradual increase from residents. But that’s a problem for us, planning to govern the territory as lovers of Princess Anastasia and Duchess Astarte.

Listening to Valiere’s words with a touch of self-loathing.

“Luxurious living doesn’t matter to me. As long as I have Faust, I’ll be happy. Oh, I want to see through the Second Princess’ Guard to the end so that I might return to the capital occasionally.”

“That’s fine.”

Faust smiles tenderly, likely touched by Valiere’s concern for the Second Princess’ Guard. His smile was genuinely gentle.

A bit of jealousy towards Valiere is likely shared by Queen Liesenlotte.

“Then, with mutual consent, we declare them engaged! Let us celebrate grandly!!”

Queen Liesenlotte’s voice, slightly irritable but only noticeable to those close, is met with thunderous applause from the knights in the king’s chamber.