Diane has a daughter too. Her name is Janet. Naturally, she is a beautiful child, just like Diane. Influenced by someone—I’m not sure who—she has made it her signature style to wear her long hair in a braid behind her ear. She looks like a truly graceful child, but… she’s become a bit of a handful.
“Father.” “What is it, Janet? Are you going to play with Papa today?” “No. I would prefer you settle that with someone else. I merely wish to resolve a simple question.” ”…” Does a seven-year-old ever approach her father with such a tone?
“According to various chronicles, you appear to be a veteran soldier who fought with considerable frequency. Why, then, are you not utilizing those skills now?” “I hate to say it, but those ‘various chronicles’ tend to exaggerate quite a bit… It’s probably just a list of people who supposedly defeated dragons or demon gods, right?” “It also claims you destroyed Holy Beasts, pirates, and the Ogre Mafia.” “Didn’t you think it sounded a little too much like a lie once it got to that point?” “Is it a lie?” Janet looked up at me with innocent eyes. It pains my heart to teach reality to a child who views her father as a great hero, but there is no point in pretending. In truth, even if someone asked me to fight, the best I could do is ask around for help. I haven’t even touched a crossbow in years.
“It’s not a complete lie, but in reality, there are many cases where it was a draw, or I was simply present at the scene.” “Hmm. Why would it be written that way, then?” ”…I suppose it’s because everyone finds it easier to believe if they credit it to Papa.” “I do not understand. Why? Was your younger self as formidable as an ogre?” “Well, there were a few times where I got incredibly lucky and won against opponents who seemed impossible to beat… Though, the dragons and Mama were heavily involved too. They all just insisted they were merely helping me out. So, behind the scenes, I became famous as ‘that kind of person.’” “And so, the tales of your heroism began.” “Something like that. Even Janet can see that Mama is much more impressive, right?” “I do not dispute that my mother is a monster.” “Don’t talk about Mama like that…”
That said, Janet possesses considerable martial talent. At her age, she can manipulate unarmed shockwaves at will, and her physical abilities are well beyond those of an adult. She clearly demonstrates her talent as Diane’s daughter. That is likely why she can truly grasp the sheer magnitude of Diane’s strength. However, she isn’t a brute; on the contrary, she is a bookworm who spends all her free time sequestered in the Baron’s study or the Polka Academy library. I think her ability to read so much at such a young age is also a sign of the intelligence she inherited from Diane. I was just a bratty kid, causing mischief and peeking into things even at ten. …Where did my genes go?
“If you possessed such military achievements, I believe you should be in a position to command armies, much like my grandfather. I assume the same applies to Sieg Becker.” “Well, Mr. Becker is a true great hero…” After retiring from the front lines, Mr. Becker apparently continues to train the next generation and operate from the shadows as a staff officer for the Intelligence Brigade. “In the end, I’ve lived in the world of violence since I was a brat. I can’t stand being idle,” he once told me. Occasionally, through connections via Onyx, he visits Polka, where he dotes on the wives or gets chased around after participating in the ‘peeping squad.’ He should be well past fifty, but perhaps because of his frequent visits to Polka or simply because of his natural constitution, my impression of him hasn’t changed since the first time we met.
“And yet, the dragons all say in unison that you are a great hero destined for the history books. Therefore, as your daughter, I find the notion of you being a mere country blacksmith difficult to accept.” “Papa wanted to be a blacksmith here more than being any general or noble. Because that’s what Papa’s father was, too.” “Why? Was he such a magnificent grandfather?”
”…Yeah. He was easygoing, bright… a good man.” I nodded, feeling a slight pang of melancholy. I was thinking of my father, whose face I could no longer clearly recall. However— “My grandmother and the neighbors tell me nothing but stories of his carelessness and shame…” ”…Well, I suppose there was a bit of that, too.” “The opposite of your father, then. It seems his true self and his reputation were far apart.” “No, his work was truly impressive. His fellow craftsmen in the Royal Capital and Jackie-san definitely respected him for that.” “How difficult it is, truly knowing a person.” Janet turned her back to me, tilting her head in thought. Looking at her back, she really is only seven years old. But talking to her, it’s hard to believe. That said, while her speech is intelligent, there’s something endearing about the way her lack of perceptiveness or her overwhelming desires occasionally slip through her pure nature. “She’s not a bad kid, though…” As I muttered, watching her retreating back, Diane-san appeared from out of nowhere and stood beside me with a wry smile. “Right now is a time when learning various things is fun. Let her do as she pleases. It might feel insufficient while you’re looking after Elenia and Frena, but even so, she doesn’t hold anything against you.” “No, it’s not that I’m dissatisfied or anything.” “Aren’t you just lonely because she doesn’t lean on you as much?” “Well, a little… no, I certainly don’t want her to become like El and the others.” “Fufu. Well, just don’t be surprised if she suddenly develops an interest in Papa’s lower body.” “No, we have to guard against that, Diane-san. You shouldn’t give a daughter permission for something like that.” “I wish to be a fair mother. As long as Elenia and Frena are permitted, I will have no words to stop Janet if she decides she’s interested.” “I’ll have to make sure she doesn’t get that idea…” “But you would be angry if Janet brought home a boyfriend, wouldn’t you?” “Don’t ask that! That’s a cheap question, seriously!” How many fathers could laugh this off if the daughter they had loved since she was a baby brought home a stranger and said, “I’m going to have sex with this man”? Ugh, that was vulgar of me. But that’s basically the point, isn’t it? Someday, I’ll have to face that pain honestly. But for now, it’s understandable that I can’t quite admit my emotions. “I… I’m just a father who dotes on his daughter… I’m not so insane that I’d want to be my daughter’s sexual partner instead of letting her give herself to a boyfriend…” “I get it, I get it. Anyway, it’s far too early for her.” “Ugh, I want her to stay ‘too early’ forever…” “Don’t worry, she has a long lifespan.” “That’s not what I meant… well, I mean, that is what I meant, but…” Ideally, I want her to find a boyfriend and be happy after I’ve died… because the damage would be lower. Actually, that’s a pretty low blow. I suppose young people are meant to fall in love. …By the way, Janet’s life is basically spent outside the palace. It’s not that Diane-san has an especially strict educational policy, but since Janet lives at the Sympson residence outside the palace, doesn’t want to play with the other children, and spends her time either with Diane-san or lost in books at the Baron’s mansion or the academy, there’s currently little need for her to enter the palace. I’m a little worried she might end up becoming a child who struggles to make friends… but well, perhaps that’s something I can address once she’s grown more.
Regarding my daughter, I’ve been on the losing side of every argument lately, but having only a son would be much more relaxing. “It’s funny to listen to when I’m just a bystander, though.” “No, even for you, Beatrice, you wouldn’t want your own daughter to be in heat for her father!?”
“I don’t have any daughters yet, so I wouldn’t know.” “You could at least try to use your imagination.” Beatrice leaned her elbows on the counter with a smirk. She had established her shop along Polka’s main thoroughfare. A sign hung above, reading “Everything Store Trezia.” Initially, it was a shop that sold handicrafts like stuffed animals and tote bags, but as Beatrice continuously found things that piqued her interest and added them to her inventory, the stock became a disjointed mix of foreign spices, soaps, art supplies, books, perfumes, weaponry, and furnishings—eventually turning it into a true “everything store.” Incidentally, she also maintains her own private supply route for erotic scrolls, and she frequently brings in items even I haven’t heard of, which is a huge help. Well, I could get as much as I wanted if I just relied on someone like Onyx, but it’s hard to check in on him regularly. Most of the time, when I do go to make contact, it ends in a massive orgy with the maid corps or the prostitutes from the main house. “I’ve had three boys in a row. I mean, I’m not complaining about having boys, but I’m starting to want to try for a girl.” ”…I’m not averse to getting you pregnant, but it might be another boy.” “Then I’ll just have to look forward to the next one.” Beatrice smiled, wearing an alluring, off-the-shoulder top. She possessed a formidable business spirit, intending to use her looks as the shopkeeper to attract customers. Since she set aside her sword to pursue a trade through manual labor, Beatrice had grown significantly as a woman. Her physique had certainly changed (mainly because she was far too scrawny when we first met), but she had also gained emotional stability. Now, as the proprietor of the shop, she could hold her own against people like Cosmos or Lady Swallow with plenty of composure. “By the way, what about the kids?” “They’re probably at the hot springs right now. Sharon says she’s bathing at this hour, so all the brats go along.” ”…Sharon is intentionally going to the men’s bath again…?” “Since the kids are so willing to bathe, that nymphomaniac is practically officially permitted. Not just the kids, either.” “Well, even if there’s no one there she can actually attack, still…” Sharon often helps out at the church temple. During the high season, she fights monsters in Renfangs, but the rest of the time she stays put in Polka. Surprisingly, some of Polka’s children are quite averse to bathing; if left alone, they’ll skip it for days, so Sharon or Laurie ends up taking them after their lessons at the church. Of course, they aren’t providing any “excessive service” to the young boys—they are strictly there to take them to the bath and wash them—but because Sharon is the type of woman who hides nothing, the bathhouse ends up congested with a large number of young boys and a small number of grown men, all trying to etch the sight into their memories. It is a problematic fetish of hers, but since she provokes them by saying things like, “This body that the whole town is obsessed with… only you can make my pussy feel it…♪,” exposing her vulnerability to others is ultimately just part of her “play.” For what it’s worth, Laurie doesn’t share such tastes and apparently bathes wrapped in cloth. Even so, she complained that it’s unpleasant when he makes an overtly disappointed face, saying, “This one is a letdown…” “Being in Polka is such a help, since even injuries heal just from bathing. The middle kid broke his arm the other day playing ‘Annette Hammer’ off a roof, but he’s perfectly fine now.” ”…Do the kids nowadays even know what ‘Annette Hammer’ is?” “For some reason, they do. I wonder if someone’s imitation has been passed down through the generations. It’s dangerous, so I wish the legend would die out.” But Grand Knight Annette retired a long time ago… I wonder if she’s already become some kind of fictional hero to them.
Returning to the Palace, I removed my footwear at the entrance and handed them to the Onyx maids, who emerged wearing nothing but waist aprons. As I walked, I stripped off my top and then my bottoms, handing those to the maids as well, until I was stark naked by the time I reached the large communal bath. “Man, I’m exhausted today,” I thought, looking around, wanting to soak my entire body and take a break. But the density of girls bathing was so high that I couldn’t find a single spot where I could sprawl out. “Why is everyone bathing in the hot springs so much…?” “Since Master hasn’t had any sex since this morning, we’re all thinking that once Master returns, it’ll be an orgy party!♪” As a nearby maid said this, the sea of naked beauties and young girls before my eyes raised their fists in excitement, shouting, “Yee-haw!” ”…Fine, then I’ll do that. You first.” “Kyaa!♪ I’m being impregnated!♪” I tore the apron off the reporting maid, threw it aside, grabbed her by the waist, and began to take her. …I hesitated for a moment, noticing that Elenia and Frena were watching from quite close by. ”…What are you worried about?”
“We’re going to commit it anyway, right?” “They look so… natural together…” As they muttered, the two pressed their naked shoulders together and smiled at one another. “Now all we need is the collar, right? ♪” “I want a black one! ♪” Ah—we haven’t issued any black ones yet. Actually, nothing but black is allowed. Putting a collar on a child and thrusting a dick into them is seriously the worst.