The next day.
Early in the morning, the Lord kept wiping the sweat overflowing from his forehead with a handkerchief.
"I have heard from Her Highness Elisa, she doesn't seem to plan to take you back to the Holy City."
"Yes."
"..."
Looking at the young groom in front of him.
Flores regretted more and more. Damn, couldn't understand at all.
Since not taking him back to the Holy City, not coveting male beauty, then why specifically instruct 'take care of him for me, but not too obviously don't let him feel it'. So-called care can't be obvious, also can't be seen, exactly how to do it!
At first felt a mere groom no matter how good-looking being favored by royalty was a bit weird. Now understood completely.
This groom. Definitely a relative. As for close relative... Elisa Royal Family never said how offspring were born, noble circle all silent, he wouldn't seek death to ask more. Just know, days in Ignar under the leadership of the great Empress's descendant getting better and better is enough.
"I told you before. As long as you can exterminate bandits in advance. I will allow you to manage horse farm business."
The Lord spoke as calmly as possible, "But, you not only exterminated bandits, but also brought important intelligence. Caught alive back. So besides the stable in this town given to you to manage, will allow you to form private soldiers not exceeding 10 people."
"As for the trading right you mentioned, depends on what kind of business you want to do... talk later. At least you have to bring out goods enough to attract chamber of commerce attention, otherwise relying on my face alone you won't go far."
"..."
The Count stared at Silas deadly.
Afraid he suddenly smiled evilly, took out some token representing nobility from pocket. Stopped pretending, want to hack him to death.
But.
Why feeling more and more, this groom looking at him... eyes very strange.
"Thank Lord for the reward. I will carry forward your horse farm. Also already have suitable goods, will let you taste first then."
"...Mmh. You go familiarize with new work in stable."
The Lord wiped sweat.
Really strange.
Why young groom would look at him with such kind eyes? Not condescending, nor servile. Made him inexplicably think of grandfather generation at home.
"..."
And Silas in front of him, also very strange.
All real.
Then means, Count Flores, really is his junior can't be more junior relative.
Saying great-grandfather looking at grandson is about right.
So.
Where is woman around looking like possible to have connection with him?
"Brother, heard you didn't choose to go to Knight Order? Didn't go to Holy City either, staying here to manage horse farm?"
In the mansion courtyard, he met very happy Maid lady.
"Great, I thought you would follow your Nun sister family reunion, leave here directly. Never see again."
"?"
When did he and Nun become siblings?
"But, your sister left you for more than twenty years so hard, she must be very hard too... looks very sad. You don't resent her too much. She back twenty years ago also just a child like you, no way."
"Actually..."
"Ah, I know all. Leave those words to your biological sister. Bring Miss Nun over when free in future, I will prepare meal for three people."
"..."
Why still biological sister?
What did Rose chat with Maid behind his back!
"Sister Maid knows about living corpse?"
Silas asked something else.
"You mean, weird people you and they brought back before? Didn't hear too much news, only know inhaled strange drug... sigh, too close to border will encounter this kind of thing."
"..."
Maid lady's expression no affectation.
Or rather, even if not asking, if really having connection with him, impossible to clamp eggplant coming to chat with him, but never start. Besides. Maid lady initially indeed relationship with him relatively cold.
"By the way, you became head managing stable. Sister has nothing else to give you. Weather turning cold recently, give you this."
"..."
Wool pants?
In this weather at least 30 degrees temperature. Isn't it too early? Even wearing at night is early.
Stable also no work to hand over.
Nothing more than checking which horses need key care. Merchant's, noble's, more powerful, or carefully cultivated rare breeds.
Looking around, still brown mare sent by Elisa pleasing to the eye.
Later definitely want to change boldly. Accumulate wealth, but now Silas just wants to know if third simulation also exists someone corresponding in reality.
Noon.
Silas went to monastery.
"I go back to Church side, back and forth at least half a month."
"Mr. Silas... don't have, anything want to say?"
"...Want to do have."
Looking at Rose sitting on carriage, Silas actually wanted to simply be kept. Anyway speaking of which Rose's startup capital was given by him.
But.
She still has tentacles, her body still unsolved mystery. In game confusedly used semen forcibly as antidote let it pass, reality can't.
"Then Mr. Silas go back with me... want to do what, all have."
Rose avoided gaze, cheeks shy red. But fingers circled, at mouth there.
"Elena and Leah both grown up, not easy to fool."
"...Already exposed long ago."
"..."
Silas only simply touched her chest, as farewell gift.
"Other people's husband, all will kiss or something."
"But I am not other people's."
"..."
Rose left.
Silas specially walked around in monastery. Couldn't feel who would specially look at her. At most just too unscrupulously sizing up Nun wearing monastic habit figure, some whispering.
Town also walked.
No one behaved abnormally. Didn't feel stared at specially by anyone either. Or just attention from young females caused by charisma attribute.
Night.
Miss Princess seemed like agreed with Nun, similarly prepared carriage to return to Holy City.
"I am Empress, very busy."
"Humph... others want to talk to me impossible, only person like you... only know white silk, feet."
"Any problem? I simply love Her Majesty Empress's jade feet. I think no one can resist, at least I can't resist. Just like carefully tasting."
"..."
Miss Princess toes in boots all clenched.
"Y-you like so much... why not go back with me?"
"Don't want to be Duke showing face, just live in my bedroom, no one will know."
"Then Her Majesty Empress plans to give me footjob every day, not working?"
"!"
"..."
"Don't want to talk to you anymore!"
Teasing her quite interesting.
Watching her servants organizing items, Silas suddenly dragged by Elisa's arm to side.
Without saying a word, offered soft lips, tongues passionately entangled.
"Hah..."
"I, I am different from her. I won't endure. You don't give... I just... come myself! You forced me so many times before, this is retribution you deserve! Also, also turn for me..."
"..."
Didn't say not giving right?
Rose there, just simply felt she didn't care.
"Then come more retribution?"
Silas this time not only fully tasted her small tongue, chest and butt meat also kneaded a bit.
"Bastard! Knowing I at this time simply impossible..."
Consequence is Miss Princess had to wear somewhat wet panties sitting on carriage, leaving angrily.
Although till end didn't facilitate them two sleeping in one bed, no, let alone one bed, even sitting together chatting didn't achieve. But at least they mutually admitted each other's existence.
Sleeping together will happen eventually.
Grass.
Could it be new target not necessarily female?
For example. Fiona's great-grandson generation, that kind of familiar.
"Boss, heard Count allowed you to have own squad. Look at me, look like excellent squad leader or not? I was fourth place in knight skill competition led by Fiona family."
"..."
"Maybe you were blinded by stealing panties matter I said. Actually that was just young and frivolous. Putting these aside, don't I look like a talent worth molding? Even if not giving squad leader, member okay right?"
"..."
"Boss, look at my eyes..."
"..."
Silas withdrew gaze. Impossible. Miss Nun and they are existences from hundred years ago. This guy carrying a head scared legs trembling.
"Fine. Then you be member."
"Good! From now on Boss you want me to steal which noble lady's panties, I absolutely won't hesitate! Even if wanting me to embed into enemy country's palace, I absolutely won't bring a fear word!"
"..."
Damn, just finished saying accepting him as subordinate Silas regretted.
Night.
Silas no longer pondering if reality still has third party matter.
Simplest fastest way, enter simulation look not know?
Nowadays, Silas no longer need to lie on forage pile sleep. He can sleep in small room beside stable. Can also go to room Elisa left.
Close to stable Silas convenient a bit. Maid lady also easy to send food.
"Thump thump."
He just prepared to start. Door knocked.
Maid lady came so early?
Very normally opened door.
Then, immediately pressed by surging big breasts. Solid hug.
Not Maid lady.
"Mr. Silas, looks very surprised."
"..."
A little bit.
"Forgot, actually what kind of woman I am? She left, I can... secretly, monopolize a day. I am that kind, unscrupulous despicable woman. Mr. Silas, will hate?"
"..."
Silas touched her black silk wrapped thighs, then slid into warm between legs, long muddy unbearable.
"Click."
Rose's heel lightly kicked, wooden door creaked closed.
"This is Mr. Silas's new home right? I am first coming. Right?"
Miss Nun already holding Silas's hand placed on chest. Helping knead.
"Forgive me... I still, will not be so generous. A little selfish. Mr. Silas... punish me such playing petty tricks Nun is fine."
"..."
Raised two pieces, following Silas's sliding more and more wet.
Rose started panting heavily, hugging Silas's neck, eyes blurred faster than before.
"I and convoy people, I have important matter... let them go first. I subsequently find way back myself. So... Mr. Silas, love me."
"..."
Silas when simulating before, used to touch brown mare's butt when nothing to do.
Now that horse still there. But butt, obviously Miss Nun's more fragrant.
Unbuttoning monastic habit, easily see inside enough fancy carved full of similar patterns gauze translucent underwear. Panties also that kind lift open ready use.
"Hah..."
"Mr. Silas, a bit more... will have breast milk."
"..."
Rose after entering state compared to before, bolder. Even if sucked chest, only would unconsciously touch Silas's hair. Hot pubic bone non-stop rubbing Silas's hard place.
"Ah ah... still want, come in a bit more..."
Screaming very loud.
"But already to bottom."
"Then... below kiss, here also want... slurp~"
"..."
Miss Nun greedily demanded kiss. Continue actively pressing Silas's hand rubbing chest. Silk thread broke on white ball.
Unknown how many times later.
"Mr. Silas, properly punished unseemly Nun... already satisfied."
Rose naked, closing still overflowing fleshy thighs. Stacked on Silas. She extended slender finger, pointing at still count dilapidated wooden ceiling.
"Here, like new home. I before... in imagination, didn't hope Mr. Silas do dangerous things. Would in this kind of hut, live simple days."
"..."
She waved ring worn on ring finger.
"I am, too greedy."
"...Indeed greedy, returning carbine let it pass. Non-stop four times."
"Four times for Mr. Silas is small meaning... mgh, can not wash? Just like this, put inside..."
"Rose, tomorrow morning will stick."
Silas reminded seriously.
"..."
Miss Nun chest full of sweat and saliva due to strenuous exercise, stick tighter, shyly whispered, "Won't stick. I will... wake up as long as inside, have that feeling. Will be hot..."
"Really became little slut right?"
"Mr. Silas yourself wanted little slut... now don't want anymore? So excessive."
"Really not planning to wash?"
"Mr. Silas... even if want to say I not good smelling now. Also all your smell."
"..."
Probably, Miss Nun indeed tired.
Also possible tight emotions completely put down, relieved. Closed eyes, slept very soundly.
"..."
Even if Silas rubbed butt meat, she wouldn't have much reaction. Plump thighs still rested on Silas's legs. Want to withdraw very simple.
But hard again.
Knowing Rose already powerless to fight again. Still because of her this kind of completely dedicated look, expanding in her cavity.
Since it has come to this.
How could Silas have no conscience?
Miss Nun's tits holding in hand. Reality can't find third party reason only one, simply none. Even if own conscience doesn't count, that conscience held in palm definitely counts. Definitely is round he sticks to moral bottom line, completely not interested in female sex.
Same stable.
But no happier start way than this. Get more powerful skills, attributes, go anywhere taking wife and daughter even facing corpse tide can solve alone... this trash game probably can uninstall.
Ah.
Now can't say trash game. Have to say conscience game.
"..."
Silas grabbed Miss Nun's slippery elastic butt meat, then rubbed large mound one hand can't grasp. Although very want to vigorously check education background moisture again, but he didn't choose to gallop again.
Still that sentence, own woman only self to cherish.
So.
[Start new simulation?]
[Yes/No]
Simulation! Start again!