Diane also has a daughter. Her name is Janet. Of course, she’s as beautiful as her mother. For some reason, she’s made her long hair with only the ends braided into her signature style.
She truly looks like a gentle and refined child… but somehow, she’s become quite difficult to deal with.
“Father.”
“What is it, Janet? Are you going to play with Papa today?”
“No, I’d prefer someone else handle that. I just want to resolve a simple question.”
”…………”
Is it normal for a seven-year-old child to speak to their father in such a tone?
“Papa seems to have been a seasoned veteran who fought quite frequently according to various documents, but why aren’t you putting that experience to use now?”
“I can’t say this without sounding rude, but those documents are exaggerating quite a bit… You’re probably just talking about some guy who defeated dragons or demon gods, right?”
“He also destroyed holy beasts, pirates, and ogre mafias.”
“Didn’t you think it started getting a bit unbelievable when it reached that point?”
“Is it all lies then?”
Janet looks up at him with innocent eyes. It hurts his heart to teach the child who sees her father as a great hero the harsh reality, but pretending would be pointless anyway. In truth, even if someone challenged him to fight, he could only rely on others for help. He hasn’t touched his crossbow in years.
“It’s not entirely false, but there are quite a few cases where it ended in a draw or I was just present at the scene.”
“Hmm. Why would such descriptions be written?”
”…Probably because people accept it more easily if they think it was all Papa’s doing.”
“I don’t understand. Why? Was Father really as fierce as an ogre back in his youth?”
“Well, there were a few times I managed to defeat opponents who seemed impossible to beat just by sheer luck… Besides, dragons and Mom were involved quite a bit too, but everyone insisted they were only helping Papa. So, Papa became famous behind the scenes for being such a person.”
“So that’s how Father became known as a hero?”
“Well, something like that. You can see for yourself that Mom is far more impressive than him, can’t you, Janet?”
“There’s no denying Mom was monstrous.”
“Don’t speak of Mom in that way…”
Still, Janet possesses considerable martial talent. For her age, she freely manipulates shockwaves without any weapons and has physical abilities surpassing adults, clearly demonstrating the Diane bloodline through her innate gifts. That’s probably why she also feels the boundless strength of her mother firsthand.
However, she’s not a reckless brute. On the contrary, she’s an avid bookworm who spends almost all her free time hiding away in the study at the Baron’s estate or the library at Polka Academy. The fact that she can read so much at this age is undoubtedly inherited from Diane’s intellect. I was still a foolish kid up to ten years old, running wild and prying into everything without restraint.
…Where did my blood go?
“If such great feats were accomplished, he should have been placed in a position commanding armies like Grandfather, shouldn’t he? That applies to Siegfried Becker as well.”
“Mr. Becker is a true great hero, after all…”
After retiring from the front lines, Mr. Becker apparently continues to train younger generations and operate behind the scenes as a staff officer of the Intelligence Corps. “In the end, I’ve lived in the world of violence since childhood,” he once said. “I can’t just sit around doing nothing.”
Sometimes I come to Polka through an Onyx contact, where I serve the ladies or join the voyeur squad and get chased around. I should be well past fifty by now, but perhaps because I visit Polka occasionally, or maybe due to my own nature, my impression of you hasn’t changed much since we first met.
“Yet all the dragons say your father was a great hero destined for history. But as a daughter, I can’t quite accept that he was just a country blacksmith.”
“Your dad wanted to be a blacksmith here more than becoming any general or noble. Your grandfather did too.”
“Why? Was your grandfather so remarkable?”
”…Yeah. He was open-minded, cheerful… a really good father.”
With a slightly somber tone.
Thinking of the father whose face I can no longer clearly recall, I nod.
But—
“Everyone from my grandmother and neighbors only hears stories about him being clumsy and pathetic…”
”…Well, there were some aspects like that, I suppose.”
“He’s the opposite of his father. His true self seems far removed from his reputation.”
“No, your dad was truly excellent at his work. Even the craftsmen in the capital city and Jackie-san have always praised that part of him.”
“It’s hard to truly know people, isn’t it?”
Janet turns her back while tilting her head.
From behind, she still looks seven years old, yet when we talk, she doesn’t seem like a child at all.
Still, there’s something endearing about how her sharp and intelligent speech is occasionally clouded by poor judgment or overwhelming desires, with traces of innocence peeking through everywhere.
“She’s not a bad kid, though,” I mutter as I watch her back.
From somewhere, Diane appears beside me with a wry smile.
“Now is a fun time to learn many things. Let her be herself. Even if dealing with Elenia and Frena feels unsatisfying, they don’t think poorly of you.”
“I’m not complaining or anything…”
“Don’t you feel lonely because she won’t cling to you?”
“Well, a little… but I certainly don’t want her to become like them.”
“Fufu. And don’t be surprised if suddenly your interest shifts to your daughter’s lower half.”
“No, let’s guard against that, Diane. That’s something only daughters should be allowed to consider.”
“I wish to be a fair mother. Since Elenia and Frena are permitted, if Janet ever gets the urge, I won’t know what words to say.”
“I must make sure she never gets such urges…”
“But if she brings a boyfriend, you’ll get angry, right?”
“Don’t ask such underhanded questions, really!”
How many fathers can laugh it off when their beloved daughter, whom they’ve cherished since infancy, says, “I’m going to have sex with this man,” and brings an unknown guy along?
N-no, that was crude.
But that’s essentially what it comes down to.
That pain will eventually force me to admit defeat honestly. Yet, having my emotions denied is unavoidable.
“I… I’m just a father who dotes openly on his daughter… It’s not like I’m so crazy that I’d want to be her sex partner instead of letting her date someone…”
“Got it, got it. Anyway, she’s still too young for all this.”
“Uuuu, I want her to stay young forever…”
“Don’t worry; that girl has a long lifespan.”
“Not what I meant… well, sort of…”
Ideally, I’d like her to find a boyfriend and live happily after I die. It would be less painful for everyone.
No, that’s pretty pathetic too. Young people should fall in love when they’re young.
…By the way, Janet mostly lives outside the palace. While Deanne isn’t particularly strict about cleanliness education, Janet resides with the Smithsons outside the palace, refuses to play with other children, and spends her days reading books at either the Baron’s estate or the academy under Deanne’s supervision. For now, there’s little need for her to enter the palace. I’m a bit worried she might grow up unable to make friends… but maybe it’s better to address that when she matures further.
As for my daughter, things haven’t been going well lately, but having only a son makes it slightly easier.
“If you just listen from the side, all I do is laugh at those things.”
“No way! Beatrice, wouldn’t you hate it if your own daughter was infatuated with her father!?”
“I don’t have a daughter yet, so I can’t say for sure.”
“But even imagining it sounds like something that would happen.”
Beatrice grinned and rested her elbows on the counter.
She runs a shop along Polka’s main street called “General Store Trezia.” Originally, it sold crafts like plush toys and handbags, but Beatrice kept adding items she found interesting—foreign spices, soap, art supplies, books, perfumes, weapons, household goods, and more. The eclectic assortment eventually turned it into a true general store. By the way, she also has her own supply chain for erotic illustrations. Sometimes she stocks items I don’t even know about, which is incredibly helpful. Well, I could ask Onyx or others to get them anytime, but checking regularly is troublesome. Most of the time, when I try to contact suppliers, I end up in a wild orgy with maid groups and brothel workers from the main house.
“I’ve had three boys in a row now. Having only men isn’t a problem for me, but maybe it’s time I tried having a girl.”
”…I’m not opposed to getting pregnant again, but there’s no guarantee it’ll be a girl this time.”
“Then we can just look forward to the next one.”
Beatrice smiled seductively, her shoulder-baring outfit accentuating her charm.
It’s a shrewd business instinct to attract customers with her appearance.
Through wielding swords and running her shop, Beatrice has grown significantly as a woman over the years. Not only in physique—though she was far too frail when we first met—but also mentally. She now handles interactions with people like Cosmos or Lady Swallow with complete composure as the store owner.
“Oh, by the way, what about the children?”
“Probably at the hot springs right now? Sharon said it’s bath time for them around this hour, so all the kids are heading there.”
”…Sharon went to the men’s bath again on purpose…”
“The kids bathe willingly only because she half-sanctioned that pervert. It’s not just the children, though.”
“Well, even if no one can attack her, still… you know…”
Sharon often helps at the church temple. She fights monsters in Renfanggas during peak season but stays in Polka otherwise. Surprisingly, many of Polka’s children hate bathing; if left alone, they skip it for days. After church lessons, Sharon and Loryie seem to give them baths. Of course, she doesn’t provide excessive services to the boys—she simply takes them to bathe and washes them—but since Sharon is a woman who reveals nothing while doing so, numerous young boys and a few older men crowd the bathing area just to catch a glimpse of her.
That’s also part of her troublesome fetish. She teases them with lines like, “This body that captivates the whole town can only be touched by your little member…♪” So, exposing herself vulnerably to others has become one of her playful acts for her. By the way, Loryie doesn’t share such interests and usually wraps herself in cloth while bathing. Still, she complains bitterly about being blatantly disappointed whenever someone stares at her like that.
“Being in Polka really helps with healing injuries just by taking a bath. The middle child broke his arm playing with an Annet hammer from the roof last time, but he’s already back to full strength.”
”…Do the kids these days know about Annette Hammer?”
“Seems like they do. It’s probably because someone copied it, and the imitation has been passed down through generations. I wish it would disappear—it’s too dangerous.”
Even though Grand Knight Annette retired long ago… Maybe people already think of her as some kind of fictional hero now.
Returning to the palace, I removed my footwear at the entrance and handed them over to the fully nude, apron-wearing Onyx maids who had just emerged. Walking forward, I took off my top first, then my bottom, handing those over as well. By the time I reached the large bathhouse, I was completely naked.
Today has been exhausting—I wanted to take a break and soak in the hot spring, but when I looked around…
The density of girls bathing here is so high that there’s no space left to lie down flat.
“Why are everyone taking baths like this…”
“Since your master hasn’t had any intimate time with you since morning, we all think he’ll come back and start a group orgy! ♪”
A nearby maid said this, and the sea of fully nude beauties and young girls around me cheered enthusiastically, raising their fists in agreement.
”…Then let’s do it. You go first.”
“Aaaah! ♪ I’m gonna get pregnant! ♪”
I tore off the apron of the reporting maid and discarded it, grabbing her waist and preparing to make my move.
…Noticing that Elenia and Frena were watching from just a few feet away made me hesitate for a moment.
”…What are you two doing?”
“We’re going to get used anyway, right?”
“They’re already so comfortable with each other…”
I muttered this, and the two of them leaned their bare shoulders together, smiling at one another.
“All that’s left is the collar! ♪”
“I want a black one! ♪”
Ah, we haven’t issued any new black collars yet. No, actually, no other colors are allowed either. Putting a collar on a child and thrusting a penis into them… That’s just absolutely terrible.