After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - 200

Chapter 200: The Captain of the Guard and…

Come to think of it, today was the day I was supposed to return to my parents’ house.

I left the palace and headed toward the Freudenstadt family townhouse… but no, my feet instinctively took me to a downtown tavern. Before the sausage appetizers could even be served, I downed the first lukewarm ale in one go and let out a big sigh.

My mind was still in turmoil, grappling with the harsh truth that Fanny couldn’t use magic. I couldn’t think of anything I could do for my child, who carried such a heavy handicap in this world.

Despite this, it was comforting that Beatrice remained calm. She was likely more concerned about our daughter’s future than I was… Having been exposed to raw human emotions since childhood because of her “Spirit’s Eye,” she had learned how to keep her emotions in check. And she loved Fanny unconditionally. Her words—”Whether she has magic or not, she’s a treasure”—couldn’t have been false.

I looked across the table. Michaela and another female wind-magic guard were glancing at me, clearly aware of my down mood, while finally biting into the sausages that had arrived. Well, they were young, so they must have been hungry.

Today’s guards included one more person. Sitting next to me was the captain, Cornelia. It was no surprise that she didn’t reach for the alcohol—being on duty. Her serious attitude extended to not touching the food either. Instead, she occasionally raised a copper cup filled with water to her slightly thickened lips with a stoic expression.

“Marquis, it’s rare to see you drink so recklessly,” she remarked.

“Ah… yeah. It’s just… because of Fanny,” I replied.

“I see. It’s natural to be most concerned about your child,” she said.

Cornelia didn’t ask what had happened, but she squinted her gentle eyes slightly. She stood up, moved next to me, and pulled my head into her muscular chest, hugging me tightly. Tears suddenly welled up, and for the first time in fifty years, I cried out loud.

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When I woke up, there was a soft sensation next to me. As I turned over, I saw short hair, slightly tanned skin, and the muscles around the shoulders.

Wait, what happened to me?

I remembered drinking heavily at the tavern, not wanting to return to my parents’ house last night. The guards had accompanied me, and I vaguely recalled acting like a foolish child, relying on them.

And now, this soft thing in my hand…

At that moment, I realized what I had done. The thing that didn’t fit completely in my hand was undoubtedly a woman’s chest. I stiffened, and the woman woke up. She looked at me with her brown eyes.

“Lord Lutz, are you awake?” she asked.

“Yeah, um… I guess I… did I?” I stammered.

Oh no, I messed up. This direct way of asking a woman is bad. Flustered, I saw her smile, showing her maturity.

“Yes. ‘You did,’ indeed… it was wonderful. Even though you were quite drunk, you tried so hard to please me,” she said with a smile.

“I… really?” I mumbled.

This was so embarrassing. As she said that, vague memories of things I had done slowly returned.

“For me, this was something I had long hoped for, so I’m happy. Thank you,” she added.

Wait, “Thank you?” Well, that was probably her way of helping me feel less guilty for doing it while I was drunk. The person next to me, lying so casually, was none other than Cornelia, the Captain of the Guard, with her short dark-silver hair.

Well, “long hoped for” must be true. She had submitted a pledge to Gretel saying, “If I get Lord Lutz’s seed, I will serve Baden and never return to the Empire.” Also, at the age of 31 or 32, having a child was considered late in a world where early marriages were common.

“Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that while barely conscious… it’s disrespectful to a woman,” I apologized.

“Yes, that’s true. Though I’m older, I’m still a woman. I wish my first time with someone would have had loving words, even if they were just lies,” she said.

I had expected that response. Seeing me deflate, she chuckled softly again.

“Lord Lutz, you’re truly earnest. You’re known as the best stallion, so most men would have the attitude of ‘I’ve done it,’ but you’re different,” she said.

“No… I just… if we’re going to do something like that, I want us to love each other first. I can’t accept that I don’t remember it clearly,” I replied.

The moment I said that, Cornelia’s eyes, which had been calm until now, suddenly gleamed like a carnivorous animal’s.

“Well then, now that you’ve sobered up and your mind is clear, may I ask for it once more… I would like to experience the technique of Lord Lutz that is praised in the ‘Back’ Stud Book,” she said, her tone making her request clear.

Naturally, I responded to such a pleasant request.