Sumire sat down on the porch in solitude under the roof of her family's house and sighed while strumming her lute in boredom. She had been assigned the duty of entertainment since she was very savvy as an entertainer, Rias trusted her to gather any performers using her connections. And while gathering a troupe of performers was easy, her personal performance was hard to nail down. Her days in the castle didn't exactly teach her anything about the Duke. She scratched her head in frustration, trying to come up with something that would please the Duke.
"Anything troubling you, Sumire?" a voice called out from behind Sumire.
Sumire turned to see Millicas standing there, leaning on the wall. Sumire squinted her eyes and said.
"How long have you been there?"
"Just came actually." Millicas said before looking closer. "Are you squinting?"
"Of course I am, can't you see?" Sumire replied emphatically.
"Honestly, not really." Millicas candidly admitted. "I'm not so used to people with such streamlined eyes, it makes you look a little less expressive."
"That's not a nice thing to say about my eyes." Sumire commented in an affronted tone.
"Don't get me wrong, your eyes have their own form of beauty, just not one that I frequently encounter. I apologize for any offense."
"… Okay, you're forgiven." Sumire replied coldly. "So what do you want?"
"Well, you seem to be in a sour mood right now so I would like to remedy whatever is troubling you."
Sumire sighed at that, maybe the Duke's nephew could give some good advice for her situation, and replied.
"It's the Duke's birthday. I was able to gather the entertainment for his banquet, but it's my performance that I am worried about. I have no idea what I should perform for his birthday and I'm the final performer for the event."
"That is quite the enigma indeed." Millicas commented while sitting beside Sumire. "So what are you planning on doing?"
"Maybe a war epic or a song glorifying his exploits as a conqueror?" Sumire said, doubting herself.
"Oh no, don't do that." Millicas remarked while shaking his head in disagreement. "My uncle doesn't like having his ego stroked by praise and glorification, since he only became a conqueror due to some extremely bad circumstances."
"So what do I do then?" Sumire asked in frustration. "I know nothing of your uncle's music tastes after all!"
"Huh, why don't you do that music you played back at the inn?"
"You mean the music from the Far East?" Sumire asked skeptically. "What makes you think your uncle will enjoy that?"
"It's rather peaceful, and the Duke doesn't really give any damns about the lyrics, as long as it sounds nice."
"Well that's a good way of narrowing it down." Sumire replied with a bit of satisfaction. "But what exactly would you suggest?"
"Hmmm…" Millicas thought to himself while reaching out for Sumire's lute. "May I?"
"Go ahead." Sumire said while handing Millicas her lute.
Millicas then strummed the lute to get the tune, before playing a tune. His hands masterfully started pulling the strings as he began to form a complex tune.
{Soundtrack: To Faraway Times Guitar Cover}
Millicas then closed his eyes as he let the music flow from his head. Sumire was impressed by Millicas' affinity for music as Millicas pulled the strings with perfect synchrony. Millicas' tune was hopeful, and nostalgic, it made Sumire a bit homesick of the Far East and that she would one day go back home with her family. Millicas stopped playing and handed the lute back to Sumire.
"I think I nailed down the tune, the rest is up to you."
"How did you come up with that so fast?" Sumire asked in awe.
"I didn't. As an instrument player, I've always had that tune in my head. I never really had the chance to finish that tune, but today, the thought of my uncle's birthday had inspired me to finish the tune."
Millicas took out some papers, diagrams of how to pull and pluck the strings to make the tune, accompanied with sheet music. It was very comprehensive and no doubt Sumire would be able to master it within the day. Millicas then handed the papers.
"But seeing your dilemma, I'll give the tune for you to play." Millicas said with sincerity.
"A-Are you sure?" Sumire asked in astonishment.
"Knowing you, you'll do great with it." Millicas said before standing up. "And I'll be there to hear it."
"T-Thank you Millicaa." Sumire said with much gratitude, still stunned at Mark's generosity.
"It's the least I could do for dragging you into my family affairs." Millicas winked, prompting a giggle from Sumire.
"I see." Sumire replied with a smile. "I wish you the best of luck."
"I should be saying that." Millicas said while turning around and waving. "See you at the banquet."
"Likewise Millicas!" Sumire shouted at Millicas.
Sumire watched Millicas' figure disappear as she smiled. While he was a bit dense, he wasn't so bad. And with his help, Sumire should be able to nail down the song in time. The day was still young after all.
Haru sighed as he stared over the balcony, watching the town activity in the noon time. As useless as it was, he couldn't help but wonder how the other knights were doing. If anything he was responsible for sending them on their most dangerous missions to date, knowing how dangerous this world was.
"Lamenting on your failures?" A voice called out.
Haru turned to see Celestine behind him, before sighing.
"I just feel like I could have done something to help them." Haru admitted. "I feel guilty for sending them so recklessly."
"Honestly, I think it's amazing how a man like you can be so concentrated on his failures considering what you have achieved."
"You can add that to another long list of compliments that I have received." Haru said sarcastically. "I'm well aware of my achievements, but it would not hurt to have some humility."
"If my memory serves me correctly, people have praised you for your strategic prowess and tactical thinking, your leadership, bravery and willingness to face overwhelming odds, and your triumphs over such odds. There is little to be humble about."
"That's true, but the painful fact is that they came too late. Before my mother died, I was never brave. Before my father died, I was not a good leader. Before my sister died, I wasn't a tactical genius. I only gained these traits through necessity rather than my free will."
"But you should be proud of them nonetheless. Had you been a high elf, you would have gained the recognition of being akin to a griffin, who has the strength and courage of a lion, together with the sharp eye and quick wit of an eagle."
"Hm…" Haru snorted amusingly. "A griffin. Haven't seen one before."
"You haven't?" Celestine questioned. "From what I heard, they are very common in European culture."
"Yes, but we've only encountered their bones and not the living creature itself." Haru said before going inside. "I'd really like to see one."
Celestine then pondered on this. Haru was a legendary general and his achievements are not to be laughed at. Even proud races like the High Elves would have been intimidated by what he has accomplished in a short span of fifteen years. If he were a High Elf, he would have been given the honor of riding to battle on a griffin. Eagles were commonplace for elves, but riding a griffin was an honor saved for only the best of the best. Though sadly, there is little remaining of the once proud High Elf culture, but Celestine still felt adamant on keeping the traditions of her people.
Penny sat down at the top of the bell tower with a needle and other sewing materials. She was deep in thought as she stared at the sunset. She was going to do something spectacular for the Duke and make Lady Rias proud. Being a lass, Penny had been sent by her family from France to learn and serve under the wife of the great Duke himself. At the same time, she met Millicas, a boy who was betrothed to her from birth. She always imagined accompanying the Duke on his campaigns would lead to some interesting adventures, but she certainly did not expect this. She hears the door creak behind her as Millicas went inside and dropped the belongings on the floor.
"I got what you needed." Millicas said, while sitting down. "Here are the materials you need for your gift."
"Our gift, Millicas." Penny corrected, while putting a hand on his cheek. "We might as well do this together since we are betrothed."
"Okay…" Millicas replied, his cheeks flushing from Penny's intimate comment. He sniffs a bit before asking. "So what are we making then?"
"We are making a new tabard for the Duke." Penny said while bringing out schematics and drawings. "So I'll just be needing you to help me assemble and put things together."
"Okay." Millicas said while leaning closer to Penny.
Penny and Millicas began to work on the tabard tirelessly, with Millicas assisting Penny with whatever she needed. Millicas handled the materials with careful precision and focus, making sure that each tool was the right one. Millicas would sometimes reach for the nearby cloth and alcohol to take care of any pricks on Penny. But as they worked, Millicas began to notice the atmosphere change. The room was getting a little hotter, the air a bit sweeter, and Penny was getting even more pretty. Millicas sniffed the air to find a sweet and alluring scent originating from Penny.
"Erm… Penny, did you change your perfume?" Millicas asked out of curiosity.
"Yes, you noticed!" Penny said in a pleased voice. "So how do I smell?"
"Good. You smell much better now." Millicas said stiffly.
"Okay, now please pass me the—" Penny said before suddenly being tackled.
Penny recovered from her shock to see that Millicas was right on top of her, staring at her in the face. Being in this position, at Millicas' mercy was embarrassing for Penny as she looked away. Millicas suddenly realized his error and recoiled in embarrassment, scratching his head while his cheeks flushed red.
"I-I'm so sorry!" Millicas apologized frantically. "I don't know what came over me!"
"That was embarrassing…" Penny said with red cheeks. "Being so close to your face, and even smelling the sweat of your body."
"I-I just couldn't control myself for some reason…" Millicas replied while scratching his head.
"Look… just don't pull that stunt on me…" Penny said before grabbing the tools. "Let's get back to work."
Both immediately returned to their tasks, working even more vigorously to ignore that awkward moment they shared. It was getting dark, and soon, Penny and Millicas finally finished the tabard and looked at it in satisfaction. Penny and Millicas then packed it into an ornate box and locked it. Millicas and Penny were both very tired and sweaty from working hard on the Duke's present. Millicas looked at a tired Penny and asked.
"What do we do now?"
Moments later, Millicas pushed Penny against the wall, both staring at each other, panting with blood rushing up to their faces. Millicas and Penny then held each other as Millicas asked.
"Are you sure about this?" Millicas asked.
"I'm ready…" Penny said before pulling Millicas closer for a passionate kiss, fondling and groping him while doing so.
Both Millicas and Penny kissed passionately and endlessly as they moved about the room, their burning ardor being too intense to be stationary. It escalates to a point where Millicas and Penny were already reaching into each other's clothes and groping bare skin. Millicas and Penny get on the floor and kiss some more, while holding and fondling each other so passionately. Needless to say, the bell tower was a tad bit noisier than usual.
Liam grit his teeth as he readied his poleaxe against a group of muscular women wielding swords and spears. They were wearing a Greek-style outfit, with leather skirts and bras as their choice of clothing. It was going to be dangerous for Liam, but he needed to do it, as he saw Marin getting dragged away by other Amazons.
"Liam! Help!"
"Don't worry! I'm coming!" Liam said while pressing forward before being blocked by the two women. "What are you going to do to her!?"
"We will not let any man-filth trespass into our territory, even the Black Dogs are not allowed to cross the border! That's the agreement!"
"You still didn't answer my question!" Liam growled.
"Your companion is quite lovely and will make a nice consort for the chieftain! She'll make strong children for us!"
"Not on my watch!"
"We have the numbers, so surrender or die!"
Liam couldn't give up, Marin's life and purity were at stake, he couldn't just leave her to their mercy. But before Liam could even start fighting, there was a bellowing shout that came from the treeline.
"Dø tisper!" (Die bitches!)
Oswald sat down by the fire, eating his portion of food. He was having fun times with his comrades, making banter and sharing stories. But he soon excuses himself with a few extra portions. He entered a tent, the tent of Alfalfa, his elven prisoner. He then handed her the bowl and said.
"Go on, eat." Oswald said while pointing to the bowl.
"Why are you giving me this?" Alfalfa asked weakly.
"A person your age needs food to eat."
"But why are you being so kind to me, an enemy?"
"… It's complicated, but let's just say that one of our most well-known mottos is Love your enemy. "
"That sounds dumb." Alfalfa said candidly.
"So are you going to eat or not?" Oswald asked.
Alfalfa huffed as she then decided to bite from the portions provided by Grandmaster Oswald.
"You'll need that strength, because we'll be passing Black Dog territory tomorrow."
Alfalfa nearly spit the food out of her mouth as Oswald left the tent without a word.
Rene felt a large pain in his neck as his vision began to return to him. He tried to look up but lacked the strength to do so. He looked left and right instead. It seemed that he had reached the base of the river. But he had no strength to stand up right away, and it was still too dark to go exploring, Rene decided to drop his head and rest just a little more, at least when morning comes.
Side Story — The Remorse of a Sinful Ogre
Sentience is the capacity to feel, perceive, or experience subjectively. In that sense, we ogres and orcs are not sentient. We don't perceive or experience subjectively. We all see it the same way, as a step closer to sex. We have no conscience, in differentiating what is right and wrong. We always did it for our own sick pleasure, regardless of whether it was right or wrong. It was the truth why we were so despised. We held no regard for the lives of others when it was in our very nature to pursue our sick and twisted vices.
I was once like that. Once. I couldn't exactly remember how I grew a conscience. But I do remember when. I was on a raid, like usual. We were walking down the road, on our way to pillage a village. I was with a pack of ogres, accompanied by goblins and other beasts were also moving. Our faces were absolutely contorted in scary grins and stares of lust. We were absolutely excited to pillage and rape the women of the following village.
But of course, we were ambushed. The local militia had attempted to lay a surprise attack on us. I heard shouts of women and men as they rolled down rocks on us and shot arrows at us.
"Fire!" a woman commanded, sending a rain of fire on the monsters.
The monsters took cover from the arrows, seeking to preserve their lives. One ogre hides behind a tree, before looking up and seeing a trap. A rock falls on his face and he gets knocked out.
Of course, I could remember very little of the fight since I was one of the early casualties. But when I woke up, I felt different. I was confused, frightened, and lonely. I sat up from my resting place, hoping to find my orcish brethren, but what I saw no one. But what I saw, was a bloodbath. The battlefield was littered with the bodies of ogres, goblins, beastmen. There were also bodies of men and elves littered across the battlefield. It seemed that my people have won, as there was no sign of the commanders anywhere. But I felt curious, a feeling I never felt before. I searched the battlefield for anything of interest. I went into the shrubbery and stumbled upon an elven commander, a female one. She was stripped naked, with semen covering her whole body. She seemed to be barely hanging on, as there were still faint pants emerging from her mouth, which also had dripping semen pouring out. I wagered that she was captured and raped, before they left her for dead.
I saw her, her body was very desirable, with the classic big hips and large breasts. But I didn't have a desire to violate her vulnerable body, I felt a sinking feeling of... pity, horror, remorse. The lustful desire I have acted on so many times was overshadowed by my conscience, screaming at me to help the poor lady. I wanted to the feeling to go away, so I acted on my pity and picked her up. I looked in the general direction of the carnage, to see smoke in the distance. I carried the woman all the way to the village. The place had already been in flames, but it seemed that the humans and elves barely won. I saw exhausted soldiers stare at me in fear as they saw me at the edge of town. They tried to take up defensive positions as I approached the town.
Barely within reach of the soldier's spears, an elven child pushed her way through the soldiers, teary-eyed and dirty, asking me.
"What do you want from us?" The child asked fearfully, on the verge of crying.
I didn't know what to answer, I just had their elven commander in my arms. I slowly put down the elf commander, causing the other soldiers to rush to her aid. I crouched down to the child and said.
"I want to return what belongs to you."
Of course, they were all shocked. An orc? Talking? These people had not seen an ogre that could communicate and in all fairness, neither have I. In a single day, I became a being that was self-aware with a working conscience.
After that, I didn't have anywhere else to go, so I had gone back on my path to Olga's castle. On the way I met my commander, together with some more monsters, marching towards the village I had save. The commander himself was less than thrilled to know what I had done.
"ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED OR SOMETHING YOU STUPID ORC!?" The commander barked at the ogre. "That elven commander looked so delicious and you just returned her to her people!?"
I had nothing to say to that, as I felt disgusted by what this man was insinuating.
"You're useless to us!" The commander growled while drawing his sword and swiping it at the ogre.
Of course, I stopped his arm. I was tired of hearing him speak. Did I always tolerate this man as my commander?
"GAAAH! What are you doing!? When Volt hears about this he'll–" The man blathered annoyingly.
"Shut up." I said.
Of course, speaking out against my superior had shocked both the commander and his subordinates, whose surprise had slowly turned into fear.
"Y-You can speak?"
"Yes, and I can hear you loud and clear. And frankly..." The ogre said before grasping the man's head with his head. "I'm tired of hearing it."
I closed my palm, crushing the man's head into a bloody pulp. The other mercenaries were frightened as they stood back. I looked to my orcish brethren and all the other monsters. I remembered every act we did together. Not with enjoyment but with disgust. The women we raped, the men we murdered. It was because of our primal drive to pursue our twisted desires. It angered me to know that this was in our nature, to cause the suffering of women. Well I say no more. NO MORE.
I went into a crazed frenzy, tackling other orcs and pinning them down. I grabbed the goblins and squeezed the life out of them. I stomped on the humans and other smaller monsters. I took out my axe and plunged it into one ogre before repeatedly hacking another. I was going absolutely insane as I killed every mercenary and monster in sight. As soon as the soil was stained red with my slaughter, I sat down and took a breather.
I have already defined my route. I didn't want to be another orc who raped women all his life. I had the freedom of choice now and goddamn it, I'm going to use it well. I looked in the sky to see another huge smoke come from another town. I realized that my purpose was now right the wrongs my kind have caused. I am obligated to help the humans, elves and Beastpeople. Because I want to undo the wrongs I have done in the past. And now, with my god-given sentience, I will see peace for all.
And that's how it started. Tales of me would arise. Tales of how a strange orc will come and save towns on the verge of pillaging. Tales of how an ogre would deliver women safely without violating them. Yes, that was me, all me. I often left a trail of fire in my rage, so people had taken to calling me Draig.
As an orc, I didn't have a name, so I liked the name they gave me. I began to use that name, because it was the first name I heard.
But I didn't want people to stop fearing orcs and ogres, quite the opposite. Their fear fueled their hatred, and hatred would see this beasts dead. I even had this conversation with one of the women I rescued.
"Not all orcs are bad!" The girl cheerily remarked while eating the cake baked for her.
"No, they're all bad." The ogre said while spinning the meat over the fire.
"But how about you? You're not so bad!"
"No, you don't understand. It is in an orc's very nature to be lustful and murderous. I fear that one day, I will devolve back into the rape monster I was. But until that day comes, I won't stop until every orc and monster lays dead."
"B-But don't you want people to stop hating you?"
"People have every right to hate me and my kind. We get the reputation we deserve, and as soon as they all die, I'll be joining them."
"You're not like them!" The girl protested. "You're better!"
"The next generation shouldn't see what has terrorized their ancestors. I firmly believe that we should be forgotten, so that the suffering we have caused will be forgotten and people will move on."
"No! You're the nicest orc ever, Draig! I won't let you die!" The young women said indignantly while hugging the orc.
I never really took her words to heart. As soon as I brought her back to her kingdom, she insisted on coming back with me, but god knows I won't let humans get so close to me. But everything went downhill from there. I got word that the Black Dogs had taken Fiore when a traitor bombed the gate and allowed troops to pour in. Disgusting. It seemed that some humans had no regard for their fellowmen. Then Ken fell, then Geofu, then Radu, then Ansur. While I was doing my best to save as many as I could, I am but one man–er, ogre. Soon the task was too daunting and all I could do was protect, but even that was still difficult.
Then I received word that all the armies would converge on Thore, and that's when I knew that defending the kingdoms was a lost cause. Dragundaala won't let me anywhere near it and no one is generous enough to lend me a boat ride to warn the Far East. It seemed that my goal of saving the kingdoms was shot down, but my goal of saving humanity and elvenkind was still fresh.
So my solution? Protect the last bastion of hope for humans and elves, a refugee camp not too far from Thore. Where the other surviving Beastpeople, humans and elves were staying. But it still needed work. I still needed it to be easier to defend. The pathway was still large enough for a whole army to walk through. Then it hit me.
I should build a wall.
The Ogre went to work as he carried boulders and rocks of different sizes. He began to stack the rocks together while adding wood and other materials to strengthen it.
It will be the greatest wall.
Some days pass, and the wall is already much taller, even taller than the orc is himself as he began to use improvised ladders and stairs to continue building.
And Volt and the Black Dogs...
The ogre began to hang skeletons and monster parts, he pasted in the men in between the rocks, using them as tar to hold the wall together. It was a gory sight, but enjoyable for those who despised the Black Dogs.
Will pay for it all.
The ogre painted the wall with the blood of the Black Dogs mercenaries, putting up giant letters that said.
KEEP OUT!
An ogre sat idly on his chair, in his makeshift hut outside the borders of his wall. It had been a few days since the invasion of Thore, and he awaited some news. A maid came in saying.
"Master Draig! The people want to leave!"
"Why? It's much safer here." Draig said while standing up.
"Another kingdom has taken Thore and declared war on the Black Dogs! It has announced its liberation of Eostia!"
"How good are they?"
"They rescued the sex slaves and gave them fair treatment!" The maid replied.
"Well..." Draig said smiling. "It looks like this land still has hope after all!"
"Where are you going master?"
"To Thore, I want to see the exact nature of these liberators and see if Eostia is in better hands." Draig said before exiting his hut.
Side Story — A One Knight Stand
Weiss and Satsuki entered the walls of another settlement, to see a crowded district of people. There were taller buildings and more people, but more or less looked the same as the last town.
"So this is another town of Shenkitaiyo?" Weiss said while looking left and right, seeing the larger buildings.
"Yes, the capital is still quite far and we will have to spend the night here." Satsuki said while surveying the buildings. "I have about 200 Mon with me right now."
"Mon?"
"The currency of Shenkitaiyo." Satsuki replied.
"So how much can that get us?" Weiss asked.
"Unfortunately, the inns here charge about 3000 Mon per room per night!" Satsuki said with disappointment. "We will have to find another way.
"Well, actually... I found quite a few of those lying around when I was scavenging our enemies and..." Weiss said while bringing out a pouch. "I counted 1300 Mon!"
"What!? Why didn't you tell me!" Satsuki chided.
"I didn't know when you wanted to hear it so I kept silent about it!"
"Wait!" Weiss said while bringing out a scroll. "Let me use this translator text to find something here!"
Satsuki tilted her head in confusion while she watched Weiss run off. She then saw him ask a bystander, before he ran to a certain building. Satsuki saw that it was a love inn, an inn commonly used for one-night stands with prostitutes. She sees him go inside and runs after him. He likely didn't know what he was getting into. She angrily stomps over to Weiss, who was talking with the receptionist
"Weiss! What are you doing!? This isn't the time!"
"Good news! They accept lodging for 1500 Mon, cheaper than a normal inn!"
"But this is a love inn! Where men engage in sex with prostitutes!"
"Yes! That's the plan!" Weiss replied.
Is he a pervert? Satsuki thought with disgust. Wait, is he planning to seduce me?
"Here's the logic, love inns are cheaper than normal inns because the true expense lies in paying for the whore. So this love inn should make a good temporary shelter for us!"
"B-But..."
"Or do you want to camp with all the beetles again?" Weiss asked with a deadpan.
"Fine!" Satsuki fumed while turning to the clerk. " Watashitachi no ryōhō no tame no heya o shite kudasai!" (A room for the both of us please!)
"Mochiron!" The female clerk replied while handing the key to Satsuki. (Of course!)
"I'll go use the privy." Weiss said while going outside.
As soon as Weiss was out of earshot, the receptionist whispered to Satsuki.
"Omocha ya kusuri ga hitsuyōnara watashi ni shirasete kudasai!" The clerk whispered mischievously. "Kawari ni, kare ga dono yō ni nete iru no ka oshietekudasai!"
(If you need any toys and drugs let me know! In exchange, tell me how he is in bed!)
This caused Satsuki to blush deeply and shake her head in denial. She walked away with a huff, waiting for Weiss. Weiss returned shortly and asked.
"So where's our room?"
"Here." Satsuki coldly replied, using the key to unlock the door, opening it to a small room.
The small room only had a small table for drinking, together with a tea set. There was a very provocative painting on the wall, which made both of them feel uncomfortable. They then saw that there was only one bed that could barely fit two people. There was also a dressing room for those who wanted to have their privacy. This situation was becoming even more awkward for the both of them. Weiss removes the painting and begins to make adjustments to the room, just in time for evening. Weiss and Satsuki get ready to sleep. Satsuki goes into the dressing room for a while, before walking out in a yukata. Weiss was still in his armor, so Satsuki couldn't see his reaction.
Is he staring? Is this too casual for him? Satsuki thought before shaking her head. Wait! This isn't a one night stand, why am I so nervous?
"Zzzzz... Hmm? Oh you're done dressing up?" Weiss asked.
HE WAS ASLEEP!?
"Okay, I'll go ahead now." Weiss said while going inside the dressing room, with the clank of metal, making it quite noisy.
Satsuki sat in bed while thinking a bit. This was her first time escorting someone. She knew of the tradition of the Nobushi or Wild Warrior was to escort whomever defeated them in a duel, to the Emperor, but she never thought she'd meet someone who would beat her in a duel. It was much harder than actually dueling people. She then hears the door as she sees Weiss in trousers, but shirtless. His body was well-toned, his muscles suitable for combat. Satsuki would have stared if it weren't for the fact that Weiss immediately put on his tunic.
"Hey! I'm here you know!" Satsuki complained.
"Oh? Sorry, the dressing room is a bit cramped with my armor inside."
"Just tell me if you're gonna do that!" Satsuki huffed and blushed while pouting.
Weiss then sat on the floor and leaned his back against the wall. Satsuki tried to sleep but she felt too fluttered to sleep, she was squirming and moving her body while tossing and turning. It seemed that having Weiss in the room was making her restless. She couldn't sleep, she sat up and stared at Weiss, who was amused at it.
"You scared that I might try and seduce you?" Weiss joked. "I see you're quite inexperienced."
"Hey! Don't blame me for being a virgin, it's the Emperor's–"
"I didn't mean that as an insult, we're both virgins here, so don't get so ruffled."
Satsuki huffed and crossed her arms.
"Well, it's only natural! You were the one who wanted the love inn!"
"Well don't get so worried. As part of my oath as a Teutonic Knight, I am bound to be chaste and pure. I respect the oath and I will not break it."
"But you chose a love inn, so I thought—"
"That's just me being pragmatic. I've stayed in love inns before for cheaper prices, so this is no different."
"You've been staying in love inns!? I thought that you couldn't have sex!"
"Yes, and I didn't. I didn't give in to the temptation of screwing a whore, so I stayed pure."
"So you have no ulterior motives?" Satsuki asked. "You chose this place out of pure pragmatism."
"Yes, you are correct."
"And you won't do anything tonight?" Satsuki asked.
"Of course." Weiss replied.
"Promise?"
"Knight's honor." Weiss said while putting his hand on his chest, before dropping his head and dozing off.
Satsuki then turned and laid over her side, facing away from Weiss. She was huffing, and pouting, but her face was fully red. She begins to mutter to herself.
"Stupid priest! Making a mess of my feelings like that... I hope we get to the emperor soon, because I can't think properly when I'm around this man!"
Little did Satsuki know that the thought of doing it was making her a little wet.