The Abandoned Prince Heals an Enemy Soldier on the Frontlines, Only to Discover She’s the Seventh Imperial Princess - Chapter 52: The Abandoned Prince Gets Sold

Chapter 52: The Abandoned Prince Gets Sold

Succubi.

They’re terrifying monsters who feed on the essence of men—draining them dry, sometimes until they die.

They may look like the most beautiful women alive, but most guys end up falling for them and offering their lives willingly.

And now Ailynn… was taking me to sell me off to those very succubi.

That’s not just cruel—it’s downright evil.

Sure, I’m a healthy guy.

I’d be lying if I said I never fantasized about being drained dry by a sexy succubus. Just once, you know?

But I’ve got important women in my life—like Rosemary and Alcarion.

I can’t actually die out here.

I don’t know what kind of plan Ailynn has for handing me over to the succubi, but I doubt she’s going in completely unprepared.

Still, I just… can’t bring myself to trust her right now. Not in her current alcohol-fueled state.

Let’s not forget—this is the same woman who once shoved me off a wyvern mid-flight, no parachute, just to see what would happen.

I should’ve known better from the start.

I let my guard down after seeing how reliable she is without alcohol.

“…Why am I here too?”

Oh right, Hek was with us as well.

She’d been kept in isolation back in the lamia village, but we had to bring her along.

If she wasn’t near me, Alcarion might be able to detect my location.

So leaving Hek behind wasn’t an option.

And just like that, we made our way north—into the succubi’s territory.

The former lands of the Demon Lord.

“Yoohoo~ Succubi ladies~! How about a little business talk with your big sis~?”

The moment we arrived in the northern ruins—the former territory of the Demon Lord, now occupied by succubi—Ailynn called out loudly.

The area was completely in ruins.

Everything was old and crumbling now, but from the looks of it, this place must’ve been thriving in the past.

In response to Ailynn’s shout, several succubi appeared from deep within the ruins.

And they were wearing outfits so revealing I honestly didn’t know if I could call them clothes.

Tiny bits of fabric barely covering anything—like micro bikinis, but even less modest.

It wasn’t just the exposure, either—they wore things like long gloves and thigh-high stockings, covering just enough to make it even worse.

I had to do a double take.

Still, they didn’t seem like they’d shown up to talk business.

“Hmm? That guy’s got a cute face. Hey, you—leave him here and go.”

“Hmm, okay. But I want all the dark elves in exchange.”

“Hah? Why the hell would we trade our livestock for someone like you?”

…Did she just call the dark elves livestock?

Wait—hold on. Was Ailynn actually planning to trade me for the dark elves!?

“Now, now~ no need to be so harsh~”

Ailynn began negotiating.

And even though she was drunk… she was weirdly good at it.

Somehow, the deal went through.

I was handed over to the succubi, and in exchange, the male dark elves were released.

After that, I ended up spending about a month abandoned in the former Demon Lord’s territory…

Getting drained day after day by the succubi.

They took me right to the edge of death—again and again—but for some reason, I never actually died.

Maybe Perfect Regeneration was keeping me alive? I wasn’t sure.

Whatever the case, the fact that I could survive no matter how much they took from me made the succubi completely obsessed with me.

Every single day, I was “devoured” until I was nothing but skin and bones.

I mean, sure—at first, it was kinda fun.

But after a while… something felt off.

The way the succubi looked at me started to change.

It wasn’t the gaze a woman gives a man—it was the look you’d give food.

Those hungry, gleaming eyes were terrifying.

I just wanted to see Rosemary and Alcarion again.

I wanted to snuggle between their soft chests and spend my days flirting in peace.

What were they doing right now, I wondered…

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Rosemary was on edge.

The Agardramoon Federation was crumbling, with nobles across the land rising up in rebellion after rebellion.

It was full-blown chaos—an era of war.

Rebel armies had even begun closing in on the capital, aiming to take the head of Alcarion, the de facto ruler of the country.

So far, none of them had managed to break through the capital’s defenses—thanks to the Dragon Knight Squadron led by Rosemary.

But one by one, territories were declaring independence.

That part was very real.

At this rate, the continent would split into more than a hundred tiny nations, plunging everything into utter disorder.

And yet… despite that…

“Checkmate.”

“Oh my, I lost again. Mother, can’t you go a little easier on me?”

“Even if you’re my daughter, I don’t hold back in competition.”

Alcarion—calm as ever—and her eldest daughter Violetta were casually enjoying a board game together.

“Could you maybe… show a little more urgency, Mother!?”

“Oh? Would you like to play a round too, Rosemary?”

Still completely expressionless, Alcarion was clearly excited about the idea of playing a game with her other daughter.

The country was falling apart, and she looked completely unbothered.

Sure, panicking would be bad…

But being this relaxed wasn’t helping either.

“We don’t even know if Reyshel is safe, the nobles who were on our side have started rebelling, and the country is on the verge of collapse!”

“That’s true. But panicking won’t change anything either.”

“Yes, but still… aren’t you worried about Reyshel, Mother?”

“Of course I am. However—”

Alcarion glanced toward the corner of the room.

“Aba… bababa… Reyshel… while I was there… ababababa…”

“…Seeing someone less calm than you tends to make you calm down.”

“G-Grandmother!?”

Trembling in the corner of the room, her face pale and twitching, was Rosemary’s grandmother—Salion.

She was foaming at the mouth and looked like she could drop dead at any second.

“O-Oh, Rosemary… What do you want from a useless old woman like me, who couldn’t even protect one little brat…?”

“N-No, I was there too… You’re not the only one who should feel responsible, Grandmother—”

“You’re too kind, Rosemary… Even to garbage like me… sniffle…”

Salion was completely devastated that she couldn’t protect Reyshel, even though she’d been with him.

She used to sleep 18 hours a day, but now she was down to just 12—that’s how much it was bothering her.

“And if I hadn’t acted out of anger and killed that Negael guy, maybe we could’ve figured out where Reyshel was by now…”

“Well… yes, that’s… probably true…”

The one guarding the fortress, Count Negael, had secretly helped the girl who teleported Reyshel—Hek.

That was all they’d managed to figure out so far.

Because Salion… had gone on a rampage and wiped out almost everyone there.

The only survivors were Rosemary, the Dragon Knight reinforcements, and the regular soldiers from Count Negael’s forces who hadn’t known anything.

Count Negael and his close aides were all dead.

“If I had just held back a little more that day… maybe Reyshel would be back by now… Ah, I’m such a foolish old dragon…”

“A-A-Anyway!! Now’s not the time to be taking it easy!! Mother, have you read the latest report!?”

“Yes, of course. I’ve read every letter you’ve sent me.”

“L-Letter… Um, that was meant to be a war report…”

As Rosemary muttered that, Alcarion calmly pulled out a letter from her desk drawer.

“You mean the strange weapon the enemy is using?”

“…Yes. The armies of the nobles who started the first rebellion were equipped with weapons that fired lead bullets.”

If Reyshel had seen them, he probably would’ve shouted, “Guns!?” in surprise.

And these weren’t old-fashioned matchlocks or muskets either.

They were bolt-action, modern-style firearms.

Though, based on what they’d found, the internal mechanisms seemed a bit different from what existed back on Earth.

“They don’t have enough power to pierce a wyvern’s scales, but when we get close to use flamethrowers, they aim for our eyes and wings. We’ve already lost a few that way. We need a countermeasure—fast.”

“Oh, no need to worry about that. We’ve captured several of the enemy’s weapons, and Yelona is currently analyzing and studying them. She’s already working on a modified version that can fire continuously.”

“…What?”

The fifth princess, Yelona, was a genius when it came to magic tools.

So if you handed something like a firearm—with all its potential for development and upgrades—to someone like her…

Then yeah—weaponry in this world might just evolve very fast.

Very, very fast.



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[Afterword]

A Random TIdbit

Author: “I love manga where succubi are dominant, powerful, and super lewd.”

R: “But I also love sweet, flirty stuff with newbie succubi.”

Author: “By the way, I’ll be reposting my old Nocturne story on Kakuyomu with some edits. The title is: ‘I Got Reincarnated as the Best Friend in an Eroge, So I Stole the Heroine and Broke the Protagonist’s Kink?!’ The spicy scenes will push the line just enough.”

If you found yourself thinking, “He’s not abandoned—he’s sold,” “Salion’s meltdown was hilarious,” or “Okay, now I totally get the author’s tastes…” —please leave a comment, bookmark, ★ rating, or review!