After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 167

### Chapter 167: The Anime Voice Appraiser and…

“It was amazing. With this, I can appraise things for about two days without sleep…”

“No staying up all night. Women need to get proper rest.”

“Y-yes…”

Resting her lips on my chest while using my left arm as a pillow is Nicole, the anime-voiced appraiser. She’s a twenty-year-old woman who’s good at being spoiled. Yes, she also now wears a gold lilac brooch on her ample chest. The gold brooch signifies her as a Vice-Chair of the Lira Society, and if she wishes, I’m obligated to seed her once a month.

Last night, she exercised that right. She helped with Clara’s situation a lot, so I thought it was okay to do something for her. If she’s okay with my seed, I tried to make some effort.

Having interacted a lot, it seems my magical power has seeped into her, and she’s moved by the overflowing magic. I was also quite moved… The fact that her voice during the act was also anime-like was quite impactful.

“If I work hard at appraising… will you embrace me again?”

When she looks up with big, teary eyes and makes such a request, I can’t help but feel weak. I want to go another round, but I have work today. If I say I was late because I was exhausted from being with a woman, Gretel would strike me with her wrath.

“Yes, Nicole’s appraisals are very valuable to Baden. If you work hard, we can spend time together again.”

“I’ll do my best!”

I’m glad she’s happy, but I’m starting to feel like a host these days. If this continues with more female members of the Lira Society, it seems like a day when I’ll be stabbed might come.

Suppressing a yawn as I leave the adventurer’s inn, Michaela gives me a warm, somewhat displeased look. I wonder if she’s thinking, “This damn lord should work instead of wasting time.” It’s very reassuring to have her as a bodyguard, but if I keep showing her only this side of myself, it seems unlikely that the day will come when I can “keep her by my side” as Gretel suggests.

“Sorry for making you wait. As an apology, I’ll treat you to some apple candy.”

“I’d prefer grilled orc skewers!”

I see. Girls of this age have big appetites. I couldn’t help but smile.

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At the frontier’s rest area, stalls have started to line up, selling drinks and light snacks, hoping to attract the pocket money given to prisoners. It’s nice to see the economy flowing within the territory like this.

“Mmm! Munch, munch…”

Michaela, with a puppy-like expression, happily chomps on the orc meat skewers I bought her during the morning break. Watching her beaming smile makes me feel happy too.

“Michaela really eats so deliciously.”

“Of course! It’s rare to eat meat like this!”

She says brightly, but it clearly shows how poorly she was treated in the Empire. As a valuable A-class earth mage in the Empire, she must have earned a lot of money as an adventurer since childhood. She should have been able to enjoy more delicious food, but her family, the Hertzholm house, only exploited her earnings and didn’t provide appropriate rewards, decent living, or education. Even I can’t help but feel anger.

“Ah, I’m quite happy now. I can eat my fill, and the seniors don’t hit me recklessly…”

Michaela hurriedly tries to follow up when she sees my expression darken, but it doesn’t quite help. What her words imply is that she barely got fed and was beaten by senior adventurers in the Empire. I wonder how she grew up so cheerfully in such an environment.

This is bad. I’m starting to feel like I want to protect this child. In this world, men are beings who depend on and are protected by women. But before I know it, I’m hugging her chocolate-colored hair tightly against my chest.

“Um, lord…?”

“…”

“Ah! The meat sauce is on your clothes!!”

Returning to my senses from her panicked voice, I hurriedly release her small head. She, with sauce smeared on her mouth, freezes for a moment with a surprised look. Suddenly, her cheeks flush bright red, as if realizing something.

“Wah, oh no, I… I’ve stained Lutz-sama’s chest. I’ll bring something to wipe it, so please, wait a moment!”

With that desperate expression while chewing vigorously, she quickly turns and runs away towards the work area.

Huh? Did I just do something really bad? This seems like the kind of harassment where you use your position to pressurize someone into a relationship, very Showa-era style.

I’m sure Michaela just labeled me as a dangerous person. Ah, just because she got close after some feeding, I suddenly embraced her… Ah, this feels like a major blunder.

From behind me, a familiar high-pitched voice echoes.

“Oh, for a dense Lutz, you were quite proactive. It seems you really liked her… Well, leave it to me!”

My childhood friend, with strawberry-blond hair braided into a large braid, declares proudly, puffing out her thin chest. Well, it’s not that thin, but… what’s there is sturdy muscle, and there’s no sign of the precious fat that men admire…

“Hmm? Do you have something to say?”

“No, nothing. I’m sorry.”