episode_0048

Seolsan, located about a day’s journey by carriage from the Brietna family mansion.

There were many dangerous monsters and until a few years ago, it was a nest where several dragons rested.

If you don’t get used to the cold that makes it impossible to breathe without learning magic, and the magic that fills the surroundings, according to the experiences of other knights, even if you try to protect your body with magic, you feel a sensation like thorns piercing your lungs every time you breathe. In other words, all creatures living there have bodies tougher than high-level magic.

“…The quality of the monsters is much higher than any ordinary labyrinth.”

As such, in the Brietna family, twice a year, in summer and winter, they can extract high-concentration magic stones that can reduce the number of monsters and sell them at a high price.

Last summer, the protagonist Dylan went and made some achievements, and as expected, according to the original plan, Dylan would have gone to subdue the monsters, but this time, one of the successors of the Brietna family was me.

The reason is that Rachel evaluated me favorably at various social gatherings and parties, and my successful completion of the royal kingdom’s commission within the family was also somewhat known, so there were few who questioned why I was chosen.

“The holy maiden probably knows that she cured my incurable disease… But the truth is, my body recovered rapidly after being pierced in the abdomen by a dragon last time.”

Perhaps due to Uria’s recovery and the Emperor of Blood, and the change in racial characteristics, it may have improved for a while, but what I still feel is that it’s just a temporary weakness. If I were to be in danger of dying again, there was definitely a good chance that it would emerge.

Let’s return to the main point.

This could also be seen as the biggest event that happened while I was not at the mansion, the new commander.

I heard she was a commoner and a woman, but she rose to the position of deputy commander solely based on her skills and then rose to the position of commander after winning a contest with the nobles.

“I heard she was overseeing Dylan’s training.”

Early in the morning, the cold weather was so severe that you could confirm with the naked eye that white breath was coming out.

Looking out the frosted window, I saw Dylan running and a woman next to him, shouting encouragement as she ran alongside.

It was a rare sight.

Even if one were a knight commander, being of noble birth, and especially if they were of common origin, it would be quite embarrassing to act like that unless Dylan had “personally” requested it.

In reality, he had a personality that didn’t care much about class differences.

In a family where attention was almost nonexistent, having such a personal meeting and receiving training meant that the intention was quite earnest.

“The atmosphere seems to be transitioning from high-grade to top-grade…”

Why is such a knight commander staying in the Breitna family?

It wasn’t explained in the original work, but there’s a high probability that they died in the first attack at the banquet or resisted and died, given their position as vice-commander.

I made the casualty count zero, so she’s alive now.

Suddenly, whether she sensed the gaze from beyond the window, the lady met my eyes.

“…”

Her black hair fell below her ears, and she wore the uncomfortable uniform typical of a knight commander. If you were to point out anything special about her from a distance… it would be that the buttons on her uniform looked precarious.

As if she knew it herself, just as she began to turn her head slightly…

A faint click, even audible from a distance.

As soon as I shifted my gaze, a button on her chest popped off.

“…!!!”

Perhaps noticing that we were making eye contact, the knight commander immediately realized that I had seen it, then glanced at Dylan. Fortunately, due to his running, he wasn’t looking in this direction. He was panting so heavily that he couldn’t have looked at the knight commander, and immediately after covering her chest and muttering something, she left the spot.

“…Is this some kind of lucky pervert thing? Dylan really has no luck.”

From outside the window, I had been staring intently at the knight commander, so even if I tried not to look, there was no way I wouldn’t be seen.

However, you can’t possibly be wearing sports bras. It’s surprising that such underwear could be made in this modern era, but it seems to suit you well, looking just like it was made for you.

“Gray… and it shows all the sweat underneath… No, this won’t do. Let’s not draw attention.”

The nerves of a body that had experienced that nonsense once or twice were telling him to stop there.

“Stop fooling around and let’s go down to the knights to find a few people to go to the mountain.”

It seemed best not to interfere, as the relationship between the knight commander and Dylan looked good. Dylan needed to become stronger. Even if I leave my position, I need someone who can protect the family.

Hmm, seeing them talking or training together, it seemed they got along well, so I had no choice but to support their relationship. There are only three people who should carry the burden from behind, not just admire their chests and pretty faces. If I increase the number, it would be like cutting off the threads of my fate one by one.

Ian shook his head and quickly headed towards the knights.

…

“Hoo… hah, hoo… hah,”

Breathless.

When was the last time she ran so fast?

Certainly, what happened this time was more shocking than any other incident this year.

Her name is Cecilia.

She is the newly appointed knight commander, known for being delicate, cold, and strict.

She hurried back to the knights and, realizing that no one was around, quickly headed to her office.

She needed to find and attach a new button quickly.

She was the only one who saw the button fall on the training ground’s sandy floor.

“…Darn it, darn it… darn it…!”

As she rummaged through drawers, her mind grew distant.

Cecilia, who finally found the golden-decorated buttons, quickly grasped them and gathered the chest parts of her uniform.

Because of her useless large breasts, she tightly wrapped herself with multiple layers of tight bandages and underwear to suppress them. Even though she wore the largest size uniform in the knights’ order, it was common for the buttons on her chest to burst.

But unfortunately, it happened to her.

“…Ugh.”

She struggled to fasten the uniform’s button, but it barely held before popping off again.

It had been so long since she felt her heart pounding from the pressure of trembling hands and the fear of someone coming here.

The sight of herself fidgeting with the feeling that someone might be watching her was far from the dignified and admired knight commander she had dreamed of. If the children in the village were to see her, she would certainly not receive any respect.

Cecilia did not prefer such tight-fitting garments like this uniform. More accurately, she deliberately avoided wearing them.

Because,

As she turned 15, with the rapid growth of her body, she could never dream of wearing things like shirts that lacked elasticity since those days.

If she had a large scar on her face or neck, she might have been able to play a stronger woman.

Even her physical traits, apart from the numerous scars on her hands from daily training and struggles, were all unremarkable, as if they had miraculously healed, except for slightly tanned skin, which glistened like nobles, as if she had a skin enviable enough to make even aristocrats jealous, as if she had rolled around in the dirt every day in the past, which was a lie.

Her body, covered with angular and tough muscles, should have stretched through training efforts, but instead, it seemed as if a succubus had cursed her.

For example, her arms and lower abdomen, where muscles should have developed quickly, especially her belly, remained soft and elastic. Firm muscles simply would not develop no matter how hard she tried.

While she sensed muscle growth in her thighs, there were no muscles like those of men or a few women. Instead, her thighs resembled those of an odd woman with flabby and elastic flesh, as if they belonged in a distant red-light district when viewed from afar.

“…K…”

Cecilia, when she looked at herself, didn’t have much fat, but sometimes felt envious seeing other female knights with strong muscles. Even when she resolved to gain weight once, there was an unfortunate incident where her chest grew a size larger, and she even fell into despair due to the unreasonable physical characteristics of her thighs getting slightly bigger while her waist shrank. She even suffered from depression and went without eating for a week.

Because of this, she sometimes felt nervous even when going out to educate the successors or subordinates of the marquis.

If such a misfortune were to happen now, it would have been obvious that she wouldn’t be able to hold her head up outside.

Cecilia, who secretly harbored her own worries, naturally trained alone. Due to her commoner background, she couldn’t even dream of attending an academy, and after a mercenary life at a young age, she ended up with a personality even more eccentric than Ian’s, who was already known for being quite peculiar. To the nobles, she was respectful and quiet. Among other knights, the image of a strict commander who lacked social skills and treated training roughly was deeply ingrained in their minds.

And she had no friends to consult about her worries.

“I… showed it.”

To none other than the notorious Brittna Ian.

She remembered all the actions Ian had taken when she was first appointed as a knight of the Brittna family a long time ago.

Roughly four years ago.

-“What is the size of your chest?”

-“W-Why are you asking me that?”

-“I need to know.”

-“…K…”

-“What? I didn’t hear you well.”

-“K… Cup, it is.”

Having heard such words at their first meeting, she didn’t shrink back further when he continued to make similar comments.

Various such words from Ian since then.

After resolving to change her mind, she remained quiet, but Ian’s repeated bold actions toward her were deeply ingrained in Cecilia’s mind.

Moreover… if she were to be threatened with such a disgraceful appearance this time…

She glanced at her reflection in the full-length mirror.

There was not a single exposure below the neckline, yet the mere creases of the clothes felt lewd. The chest seemed to burst due to the tight-fitting material, and despite her small head, she avoided all touches during her mercenary days because of this useless lump of fat, even considering it.

As it went down, the forced belt to cover her well-defined waistline, but perhaps it was due to the short length of the top caused by the protruding chest.

The white tights material of the uniform pants below her hips revealed a clear line of underwear between her thighs, as if emphasizing a well-designed baby-making machine… No, the words from the knights’ conversations mixed, making her feel ashamed.

Moreover, the long boots that came up to the height where the thighs protruded, as if emphasizing it.

Because of wearing the white tights that exposed her entire body line, people occasionally looked at the contrast between the black and white tights around the gathered thigh area and the underwear lines.

If only her hip didn’t protrude, it would have been better.

It was a cursed body that received all sorts of lascivious remarks from lustful knights.

First, it was urgent to fix the buttons. Today, Ian, who had just seen his own appearance, visited the knight order. It was a disaster when the question of why he wasn’t wearing a uniform and had changed into other clothes came up. Even so, he couldn’t wear a full plate armor in the knight order.

The remaining spare uniform was torn only in the chest area, and this was the last one…!

“Oh, please… Please… Just a little more…!”

Even as she tried to focus on controlling her strength to avoid an accident of the uniform chest tearing, in that moment, a button slipped off with a drop of sweat.

-Tak, Tidik…

The golden button rolled straight under the table.

“!”

She lay on the floor in a cat-like pose, forcing her hand inside herself.

Hurry… hurry… hurry…!

Even at this moment, she couldn’t predict who might come to this home office.

But at that moment.

-Clang.

Along with the sound of the door opening.

The voice of someone she desperately hoped wouldn’t come was heard.

“…Cecilia Kyung, was it? What are you doing there?”

“!!!!!!!!”

Right above her.

In a posture offering a cat-like apology.

As she urgently pulled her upper body out, perhaps due to haste, she hit her head and heard something pouring out with a rustling sound.

…It’s over.

It seemed that today was the day to finally submit the resignation letter she had been putting off for so long.