Chapter 321: Reorganization (6)

Chapter
321: Reorganization (6)

With
her cheeks puffed out.

Celsia,
her cheeks puffed out like an angry pufferfish, was glaring fiercely
at Denshi, who had inflicted the greatest humiliation of her life
upon her.

Balkan
tore his gaze away from Celsia’s cheeks, which would surely be soft
and pleasant to the touch if pulled, and looked at Denshi.

Denshi,
who hadn’t known that Celsia was a princess, was being punished for
daring to gag the princess and dismiss her as a ‘kid.’

The
name of the punishment personally executed by the princess was…
kneeling with hands raised.

“I’m
sorry…”

Kneeling
on the floor with her arms raised high, she said in a dejected voice.

Perhaps
because she didn’t experience pleasure from punishments given by
someone other than her master, Denshi was pouting.

Thwack!

“Ugh!”

Balkan
flicked Denshi’s forehead.

And
as soon as Denshi felt the warmth of her master’s touch on her
forehead, her cheeks flushed, and Balkan grabbed her collar and bowed
his head to Celsia.

“My
slave has committed a great rudeness.”

Celsia
was the Second Princess of the kingdom.

‘What
if others had seen what just happened?’

Even
if Denshi hadn’t known, excuses wouldn’t work.

‘Denshi
would have been executed on the spot, and I, as her master, might
have been held responsible.’

No
matter how high he had risen in the ranks of the nobility, he
couldn’t escape joint responsibility for owning a slave who had
insulted a princess by calling her a kid and gagging her.

“Ugh…
I’m sorry…!”

As
her master bowed his head, Denshi, her face drained of color, shouted
louder and lowered her head.

She,
too, must have realized once again that even if it was the slave’s
fault, the master was responsible.

Even
though she often caused trouble, the slave’s heart that cared for her
master was genuine.

“Hmph…
it’s okay. You might not know, given my appearance.”

In
that sense, Celsia’s punishment was lenient.

Although
her cheeks were still puffed out, as if her anger hadn’t completely
subsided.

She
accepted the apologies of those who bowed their heads to her.

‘Whether
it’s because Denshi regretted her mistake, or because she was
softened by seeing me bowing my head sincerely to her, I don’t know.’

The
important thing was why Celsia had come here alone.

“Idelbert,
if Balkan came, you should have told me first. Why cause such a
commotion?”

As
expected, Celsia’s reason for coming seemed to be because of the
sparring match earlier.

“Is
it such a big deal to have a little sparring with my one and only
disciple?”

Idelbert
shrugged his shoulders with an indifferent attitude even in front of
the princess.

‘So,
you need strong power and authority to be called by honorifics by the
princess,’ he thought, when suddenly—

Swish—!

Idelbert
wrapped his cat tail around his disciple’s waist.

The
instinct of a female cat who always climbs onto the hearth first had
quickly noticed the relationship between his disciple and Celsia.

“Ugh…!”

Seeing
that, Celsia shuddered.

Celsia
glanced at Balkan, Idelbert, and Denshi with a look of disbelief, and
continued.

“…Of
course it’s a problem. The meeting with the Puppeteer is only a few
days away, and it would be troublesome if a force like you were
injured by mere sparring.”

“That
injury is all healed, so it doesn’t matter now.”

Idelbert
raised his arm, which had been completely healed thanks to the
miracle of healing.

“Haa…”

Celsia
sighed, pinching her forehead at Idelbert’s nonchalant appearance.

The
contrast between her youthful appearance and her mature sigh created
a strange dissonance, but he had also seen her reach climax more
lewdly than an adult with that body, so he could understand.

“It
seems like the injury hasn’t completely healed yet, so it would be
good to rest more. I have something to talk about with him.”

Grip.

Celsia,
who had approached Balkan, pulled his arm hard.

“Ugh…”

Whimper.
Grip. Pull—

Celsia
pulled his arm hard, but his arm, wrapped around Idelbert’s tail
along with his waist, didn’t budge despite her movements.

It
was doubtful whether Celsia, not in her puffed-up state, could even
push Balkan, and it was a natural result since Idelbert was holding
on tightly.

“Hiee…”

Tired
of pulling his arm, the youthful Celsia looked up and stared
intently.

Eyes
filled with a slight moisture, as if tired and disappointed.

Seeing
that expression, Balkan gestured to Idelbert again.

“…Don’t
look at me like that. I was just teasing you a little.”

Idelbert,
who chuckled, released the tail that was wrapped around his waist,
and Balkan’s body naturally leaned towards Celsia, who was pulling
his arm.

Squeeze…!

His
groin was pressed firmly against the area near the solar plexus of
the small, youthful Celsia, almost touching her head to her chest.

Although
his member didn’t directly touch her, blocked by the lightweight
armor covering Celsia’s body.

“Hmph…???!!”

The
warmth and the scent of a male were definitely conveyed.

Startled
by the male pheromones that suddenly, and after a long time, rushed
into her nostrils, Celsia blushed without realizing it.

Hug…

She
instinctively hugged the man who had embraced her.

“……”

“……”

Idelbert
and Denshi stared intently at Celsia.

“…!”

Celsia
also felt the gazes of the two women, but she only groaned softly and
didn’t react much.

For
Celsia, who had started her first experience with Balkan as an
outdoor exposure mating, the gazes of the two women were merely
ingredients that accelerated her excitement.

“…Haa.”

Only
Balkan, caught up in the strange atmosphere of the three women, could
only let out a small sigh.

***

It
seemed impossible to talk more in the treatment room where Idelbert
was, so they headed to the tent where Celsia was staying.

In
front of the tent, a dozen members of the royal knights, who were in
charge of Serif’s escort, were forming a thorough guard.

“We
behold the light of the kingdom!”

The
interested gazes of the royal knights, who shouted their loyalty to
Celsia, were focused on me as I followed her, but leaving that
behind, I entered the tent.

Click.

As
soon as she sat down at the table in the middle of the tent, a maid
brought tea and retreated out of the tent, showing the etiquette of a
servant.

Watching
that, he thought about giving Denshi and Lilith that kind of
education later.

“The
sound inside this tent doesn’t reach outside, so you can talk about
anything comfortably.”

“I
understand, Princess.”

At
his answer, Celsia puffed out her cheeks slightly.

“Now
that there’s no one around… call me like that again.”

“Okay,
Princess—”

“……”

Boo.

When
he tried to joke a little, Celsia’s soft cheeks puffed up again.

He
held back a laugh at that cute sight and called her name.

“Celsia.”

“Hehe.”

The
moment she heard her name being called, the breath that had filled
her cheeks was released, and a pleasant smile lingered on her lips.

“Now,
even the other knights and other people aren’t surprised by that
appearance.”

As
they came to Celsia’s tent, they encountered several knights, but
they bowed to Serif or knelt without much change in expression.

Considering
that many people were surprised by her youthful appearance at Serif’s
birthday party before, it was quite a surprising change.

At
his question, Celsia looked down at her youthful body and smiled
slightly.

“It’s
because I’ve been walking around outside with this body now. People
have accepted my body and are used to it.”

Even
at Celsia’s birthday party before, her self-esteem was at rock
bottom.

To
the point where she could be called a shut-in without being able to
refute it.

The
body given by [Blessing of the Youthful, Busty, Useless Magician] was
the source of eroding her self-esteem.

But
the Celsia he faced now was different from then.

Her
shoulders and waist, which had been drooping due to a lack of
self-esteem, were straightened, and her eyes, which had been immersed
in depression, were shining brightly.

Perhaps
because of that confident attitude, he could feel the dignity of a
princess and the spirit of an explorer who had roamed even the lower
levels of the labyrinth, even in her youthful and cute body.

“It’s
all thanks to you, Balkan.”

Above
all, she smiled as she looked at her youthful body.

Seeing
that, he was reminded of the time when they overcame the attack of
the demon worshippers of anger and arrogance and had a conversation
in the moonlit garden.

“Because
that day, you told me not to hate myself anymore.”

Armor
Knight.

Celsia
was the benefactor who first saved him from almost dying in the
labyrinth.

If
it hadn’t been for the kindness he received that day, he wouldn’t be
who he is now.

He
couldn’t just stand by and watch such a benefactor shut herself in
her room and be eaten away by her depressing parts day by day.

“The
small me and the big me… are both me. I won’t hate the small me
anymore.”

The
youthful Celsia and the busty Celsia are all Celsia.

Celsia’s
face, who had realized that there was no reason to reject either one,
looked the clearest and most comfortable of all the expressions he
had seen so far.

With
that appearance, they smiled at each other and talked about their
recent events.

“Why
didn’t you use the hand mirror communication artifact I gave you last
time?”

“I
was too busy in the labyrinth…”

Come
to think of it, he had received such a thing.

He
didn’t have time to contact her because of the various incidents.

“I
would have received it if you had contacted me first—”

“…It’s,
it’s kind of… em, embarrassing for me to contact you first… and I
was worried that it might be a nuisance…”

Perhaps
because her timid nature hadn’t completely disappeared even after
regaining her positive appearance, Celsia tapped her fingertips
together and expressed her embarrassment.

As
they talked about the various things they had experienced, the topic
naturally shifted to the current incident.

“You
want me to take you to the meeting with the Puppeteer?”

“Yes.”

She
nodded with a serious face at Serif’s question.

He
had already received half permission from Idelbert, but if Celsia
also gave her permission, there was nothing bad about it.

“…If
you want to go, I have no reason to stop you. Anyone would welcome
the help of a skilled person who defeated Idelbert, even if it was
just sparring.”

And
Celsia allowed his accompaniment more easily than expected.

“But,
please know one thing.”

However,
she told him to keep one thing in mind.

“This
isn’t just a simple meeting. We’re going to give a warning.”

“A
warning?”

“Yes.
A warning for breaking the contract with the deceased former king.”

He
seemed to know roughly what she meant.

The
strict atmosphere of the royal knights he had seen before the
sparring.

It
was only right to keep the last words of ordinary people, but the
Puppeteer had broken the contract with the deceased former king.

If
the situation went wrong, there was a high possibility that it would
develop into a battle.

But
he had already prepared for that.

In
order to stop the guy who was trying to steal his precious slave, he
could do anything.

Nodding
and showing Celsia his resolve, he asked one question.

“But,
what kind of contract did the Puppeteer have with the former king?”

“Ugh,
that’s…”

Celsia,
who had flinched for a moment after hearing his question, stared at
him intently for a while.

“…I
guess it’s okay to tell Balkan.”

Celsia,
who whispered that, opened her mouth again.

“The
contract that the previous king had with the Puppeteer was a mutual
non-aggression pact.”

“A
mutual non-aggression pact?”

“Yes.
First… I think I need to tell you a little bit of an old story.”

Celsia,
who was choosing her words with a troubled expression on her youthful
face, finally began to slowly explain the history of the kingdom to
him.

“Hundreds
of years ago. The hero that the king summoned during the Great War…
the Mother Earth Goddess ended the Great War and imprisoned the seven
demons in the labyrinth.”

“…Summoned?”

He
blankly asked back at Celsia’s words.

He
had heard the story that the Mother Earth Goddess had imprisoned the
seven demons in the labyrinth.

But
it was the first time he had heard the information that the king of
the Great War era had summoned that hero.

‘In
the first place, summoning?’

The
more he pondered that word, the more a strange sense of discomfort
ran through him from head to toe.

‘Does
that mean that the hero is not a person from this world, but an
existence summoned from somewhere?’

If
so.

The
hero, the Mother Earth Goddess…

From
‘what kind of world’ were they summoned?