After Retirement, Living a Stud Life in Another World - Chapter 244: Baden Territory Army

Chapter 244: Baden Territory Army

The early summer sunlight poured down on the plain spreading before my eyes. The weather was slightly sweaty, but the gentle breeze pleasantly caressed my cheeks.

I, Lutz, was leisurely observing the training exercise of the “Baden Territory Army” led by Gretel under the pretext of inspection. There was a time when I focused on my own training, but I soon realized I could not improve further and reluctantly accepted the position of a weak stud horse protected by strong women.

Under the sunshade tent, I slouched back in a chair, and for some reason, my hands slowly rocked cradles placed on both sides. Since I was just observing and had nothing else to do, I decided to help by soothing the children of the territory’s soldiers.

I could change diapers, but having the lord do that was deemed inappropriate, so a male attendant soldier was assigned to care for about ten babies, running around busily. Thus, my job became only rocking the cradles, and though I felt a bit guilty, meddling would get me scolded by the women.

In the cradle rocked by my left hand, a two-month-old baby with neatly grown dark silver hair and large brown eyes moving cutely smiled in great spirits. This girl, who seemed likely to grow into a sharp beauty, was my child with Cornelia. Her appearance, completely resembling her mother with no trace of my genes, was already a given.

Cornelia, who was the captain of the wind magic guard protecting unreliable me, took charge of a unit in the territory army after her maternity leave. Her personal combat skills were average, but she excelled at understanding her subordinates’ abilities and characteristics to make the group perform effectively. With my seed, her magical power grew to A-class level, no longer average but top-class among imperial soldiers.

So, she was energetically commanding former imperial soldiers at the spot where I directed my gaze. Yes, the unit led by her, rich in experience and magic, would surely become the core of the territory army.

“Wow, Captain Cornelia shines, doesn’t she!” Michaela exclaimed in a lively anime-like voice.

Of course, it was Michaela. Her position as my dedicated bodyguard remained unchanged, and among the imperial soldiers, she was considered “the lord’s favorite, official mistress.” Well, I haven’t touched her yet. If such rumors take hold, it might not be good for Michaela’s future.

“Well, it’s too late now…” I muttered.

“Yes, too late!” Michaela’s anime voice overlapped eagerly.

Hey, Michaela, what does your “too late” mean?

“Action complete, take a break!” came the command.

The female soldiers scattered to the shade or water stations. Currently, the combat unit consisted only of women. Gretel decided the Baden Territory Army would not have men serve as “meat shields.” It was not an army for fighting foreign wars but an organization to confront monsters, requiring an adventurer-like fighting style, which I thought was not wrong. However, such a formation meant valuable mages would stand at the front, so minimizing casualties was essential to avoid dwindling numbers. Safety first.

Mothers gathered around the babies near me during the break and started breastfeeding all at once. It was a chance to glimpse various precious sights, but I was made to face away. Even though a paradise was behind me, Michaela’s watchful gaze kept me from turning, forcing me to stay still until the babies were satisfied. Couldn’t I at least watch Cornelia’s scene?

“Three minutes until action resumes!” came the next command.

The mothers swiftly returned to their formations. Michaela, who had been observing my disappointed expression, looked puzzled.

“Do you want to see that much? Why do men love br3asts so much?” she asked.

“Well, those are very good things…” I replied.

Such a quip came from a younger girl. I must have looked very eager.

“Are big ones a must?” Michaela asked.

I couldn’t help but glance at her chest for a moment. Compared to Gretel or Beato, Michaela’s was rather modest, but I found that palm-sized appeal quite charming.

“The issue isn’t size; it’s shape!” I declared passionately to a girl, unconsciously wiggling my hands.

I was just a harassing old man. Noticing Michaela, who had been somewhat engaged, now completely put off, even I snapped back to reality. Sorry.