After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 40
Chapter 40: Brief Peace
At Beatrice’s birthday party, there were various incidents, but thanks to Her Majesty the Queen and His Excellency the Cardinal emphasizing my worth to the extreme, I managed to get through it safely. Since then, discussions about my “baptism” results have become open, and the women who accompanied me stepped forward. They openly declared that the children born were magic users of Class A. The attitudes of the nobles, who were still skeptical, changed completely to a carnivorous mode.
I’m happy that life has returned to normal, but becoming oddly famous is quite undesirable. Especially when my efforts are not reflected even a millimeter.
Moreover, becoming the “future royal consort” has changed my treatment at the Royal School in an unfavorable direction. I was enjoying a somewhat pleasant youth in the territory management department with an atmosphere like a Showa-era boys’ school, but I was ordered to transfer to the political department. Despite the political department being originally for women, I was forcibly transferred with the reasonable instruction from the principal, “As a royal consort, how can you not study national politics?”
The school life of chatting with classmates about erotic stories during break time has come to an end. Now, I sit in the front row of the lecture hall, surrounded by high-ranking noble daughters, enduring boring classes. Meanwhile, the gazes of carnivores pierce my back, making it extremely uncomfortable.
I sometimes wish Gretel were here, but there’s no way I can keep up with the military curriculum she’s enrolled in. After all, the military department is filled with strong women like Amazons specialized in combat magic and body enhancement magic.
Beatrice, who threw me into this situation, is quite something, but she’s not a demon. She has convinced noble daughters who admire her, solidified her surroundings during breaks, and prevents unnecessary women from approaching me. Thanks to that, I’m spared from bullying, but according to Brother Sieg, it’s different.
“Princess Beatricerix is called the ‘Ice Princess,’ but in reality, she seems quite passionate. Lutz is probably desperate to keep his eyes only on her… it’s almost like a yandere.”
Hmm, I don’t think Beatrice likes me that much. After all, she easily acknowledged Gretel, and Ayaka even recommended me as a concubine without me saying anything.
“Well, if you don’t understand those subtleties, you won’t be suitable as a royal consort. You should make an effort.”
Despite being only two years older, Brother Sieg is much more mature than me. Even considering my experiences from my previous world, I can’t argue with him at all.
And the existence of concubine Ayaka is not disclosed. The information that her child born from the “baptism” is a Rank S dark attribute has been tampered with to be labeled as Rank A. Well, information about the future head of the dark clan and the likely next head’s child is something the royal family wants to keep hidden.
In return, Beatrice allows Ayaka to have secret meetings with me twice a week.
Well, marriage with Beatrice or Gretel is a year away, until I turn fifteen, and premarital negotiations are officially prohibited for royalty and high-ranking nobles. Besides, engaging in stud activities as a minor is not recommended. So, in the current situation, the only person I can “do things” with is the unofficial concubine Ayaka. She doesn’t seem dissatisfied with various things with me. The nights we meet at a modest inn in the downtown area always get lively until the date changes the next day.
The day after such lively nights is quite challenging.
Simple-minded Gretel openly expresses her displeasure, but if I treat her to the sweetest dessert at our usual cafe, she slightly lowers the corners of her eyes and forgives me. In comparison, Beat is a bit more challenging… Her usual doll-like face loses even more emotion, becoming somewhat wax-figure-like, though not completely expressionless.
“Sorry, Beatrice.”
“There’s no need to apologize. It’s natural for a man to embrace his wife.”
“But, Beatrice, you seem upset.”
“I’m not angry. However, I’m uneasy as it seems Lutz’s heart is heading towards Ayaka.”
With eyes like jade slightly moistened, hearing such words from her lips makes me love her even more. Involuntarily, I tightly embrace her unreliable upper body. Beat’s hands timidly wrap around my back, hugging me back. As we feel each other’s warmth for a few minutes, when we separate, the doll-like face gains color, and a soft smile appears.
“It’s okay. I trust Lutz.”
Feeling a warm sensation in my chest, savoring an indescribable happiness, Beat suddenly drops a bomb.
“Lutz, I’m sorry. I urgently need you for the seeding