Diane has a daughter as well.
Her name is Janet. Naturally, she’s a beautiful child who takes after her mother. For reasons unknown, she’s made braided long hair around the ears her signature style.
She looks truly demure on the outside… but she’s turned into quite a tricky girl to deal with.
“Father.”
“What is it, Janet? Planning to have some fun with Papa today?”
“No, I’d prefer you find someone else for that. I simply wish to clarify a simple question.”
“…………”
Does a seven-year-old really talk to her father like that?
“According to various documents, Father seems to be a seasoned veteran who fought with considerable frequency. Why is he not utilizing those skills now?”
“It’s rude to say, but those documents write things up quite dramatically… I assume it’s the guy who took down dragons and demon gods or something?”
“He has also annihilated Holy Beasts, pirates, and Ogre Mafia.”
“Didn’t you find that a bit hard to believe when it got to that point?”
“Is it a lie?”
Janet looked up at me with pure, innocent eyes.
It hurts my heart to tell a child who sees her father as a great hero about reality, but there’s no use pretending otherwise.
The truth is, if I were told to fight something, I could do little more than rely on the people around me. I haven’t touched a crossbow in years either.
“It’s not a complete lie, but in many cases it was actually a draw or he was just present at the scene.”
“Hmmm. Why does the record show that?”
“…Perhaps because everyone finds it more satisfying to attribute those deeds to Papa.”
“I don’t understand. Why? Was Father a tough guy like an ogre when he was young?”
“He got incredibly lucky and clumsily won against opponents he had no business beating, several times over… Well, the dragons and Mama were heavily involved too, but they all insist they were just assisting Papa. As a result, Papa secretly became famous for being that kind of person.”
“So that’s how the story started that Father is a hero?”
“Pretty much. Mama is far more incredible, and even you can see that, Janet, right?”
“I have no objection to Mother being monstrous.”
“Don’t talk about Mama like that…”
That said, Janet’s martial talent is quite extraordinary.
At this age, she freely controls bare-handed shockwaves, and her physical abilities exceed those of adults. Her talent clearly demonstrates that she is Diane’s daughter.
Perhaps that very talent allows her to fully grasp the boundless strength of her mother.
But calling her a brute would be inaccurate; if anything, she is such a bookworm that she secludes herself in the barony’s study or the Polka Academy’s library whenever she gets the chance.
For someone so young to read that much, I suppose it must be Diane’s intellectual heritage, I think. I was just a mischievous little idiot who loved spying on things even at ten.
…Where did my bloodline go?
“If he had such great military achievements, shouldn’t he be in a position commanding an army like Grandfather? That should be the case for that Sieg Becker as well.”
“Becker is a genuine great hero, you know…”
After withdrawing from the field, it seems Becker has been training up-and-comers as a quartermaster of the intelligence division and working in the shadows.
In the end, he’s lived in the world of rough work since he was a kid, so he can’t just sit idly by.
Occasionally, through contacts via Onyx, he comes to Polka to entertain the wives or join the peeping squad and get chased around.
He must be well past fifty, yet perhaps due to his visits to Polka, or his own inherent qualities, he doesn’t look much different from when I first met him.
“But the dragons all say in unison that Father is a great hero worthy of history. It’s hard for me as a daughter to accept being called the son of a rural blacksmith.”
“Papa wanted to be a blacksmith here more than becoming any general or noble. Papa’s father was the same way.”
“Why? Was Grandfather such a distinguished man?”
”……Yeah. He was generous and bright… a good dad.”
Saying this with a hint of melancholy.
I nodded, thinking of my father whose face I was starting to lose from memory entirely.
But.
“The stories the grandmother and neighbors tell me are always about his carelessness and embarrassing moments…”
”…W-Well, there was some truth to that, if we’re being honest.”
“That’s quite the opposite for you. It seems like the man is far removed from his reputation.”
“No, he did his job properly too, I’m sure. The craftsmen in the capital and Mr. Jackie definitely respected him for that aspect.”
“Knowing people is a difficult thing, isn’t it?”
Janet turned her back while scratching her head.
Looking just at her back, you’d still see she was seven, you know? But talking to her, I couldn’t imagine it for a second.
That said, against the intelligence in her speech and manner, there were moments where she missed obvious cues or let her wishes get the better of her, and that purity peeking through here and there was, how to put it… endearing.
“He’s not a bad kid, but still.”
As I watched his back with a murmur, Miss Diane, appearing from who knows where, joined me with a wry smile.
“It’s a fun time now for learning everything. Let him be. You might find Elenia and Frena boring to deal with, but even he doesn’t think ill of you.”
“Ah, I don’t have any complaints or anything,”
“Don’t you get lonely since he never acts spoiled toward you?”
“Well, a little… No, I definitely don’t want him to become like El and the others. Never that.”
“Hehe. Well, just don’t be surprised if he suddenly gets an interest in his father’s lower half.”
“No, I’ll have to block that, Miss Diane. That’s not something you can permit as a daughter.”
“I aim to be a fair mother. As long as Elenia and Frena are allowed it, I wouldn’t have the right to speak up if Janet decided he wanted it.”
“Just have to make sure that doesn’t happen…”
“But wouldn’t you get angry if he brought over a boyfriend?”
“Please don’t bring up that question, it’s too sneaky!”
How many fathers could laugh it off if their daughter, whom they’d doted on since babyhood, brought in some unknown man saying, “I’m going to have sex with this guy”?
S-Stupid. That was vulgar.
But at the end of the day, that’s basically what it comes down to.
You eventually have to face that pain head-on and be knocked down by it honestly. But denying those emotions is understandable, right?
“I… I’m just a father who loves his daughter unconditionally… I’m not so crazy as to want to be my own daughter’s sex partner instead of her boyfriend or anything like that…”
“Got it, got it. It’s too early for him anyway.”
“Mmm… I wish he’d stay early forever…”
“Don’t worry, his lifespan is long.”
“That’s not what I meant… I mean, it is, but…”
If possible, I want him to find a boyfriend and be happy after I’m dead… less damage that way.
Well, that’s also a pretty shitty wish, isn’t it. You want love when you’re young, after all.
…By the way, Janet basically lives outside the palace too. Diane isn’t particularly obsessed with a hygienic education policy, but Janet stays at the Smysom residence outside the palace, doesn’t want to play with other kids, and aside from having Diane look after him, spends his time buried in books at the baron’s mansion or the academy, so he hasn’t really had much need to enter the palace up until now.
I was a little worried that he might become an antisocial kid regarding making friends, but… well, maybe we can take care of it when he’s a bit older.
As for my daughter, things have been looking bad recently, but with someone who only has sons, I feel a bit more at ease.
“It’s funny to listen from the side, isn’t it? That sort of thing.”
“Beatrix! You’d hate it too if your daughter were hitting on her father, right!?”
“I don’t have a daughter yet, so I can’t say for sure.”
“You’d think you could guess it, though.”
Beatrice grinned and leaned her elbows on the counter.
She had opened her shop along Polka’s main street. The sign above read “Tresia’s General Store.”
It started as a place selling handmade items like plushies and tote bags, but Beatrice kept discovering new interests and adding them to the stock. Before long, the inventory became an eclectic mishmash of imported spices, soap, art supplies, books, perfume, weapons, and household goods, turning it into a true “general store.”
By the way, she has her own supply routes for erotic scrolls too, and occasionally stocks titles I’ve never seen before, which is a huge help.
I mean, if I asked Onyx to get them for me, I could find as many as I wanted, but it’s hard for him to check in on them regularly. Most of the time, when you go to make contact with the suppliers, you end up in an orgy with the Maid Guild or the brothel prostitutes.
“I’ve had three boys in a row, you know. Not that I’m dissatisfied with having sons, but I’d like to try bringing a girl into this world eventually.”
”……I have no objections to impregnating you, but it might be another boy.”
“In that case, I guess we just have to look forward to the next one.”
Beatrice smiled in a revealing outfit that exposed her shoulders.
It was a robust business spirit, aiming to draw customers through the owner’s looks.
Putting away her sword and focusing on handwork and running the shop, Beatrice had matured quite a bit as a woman.
That applied to her figure, of course (though she was too frail when we first met), but she had also gained mental stability. Now, as the master of the shop, she could handle Cosmos or Lady Swallow with plenty of poise.
“Oh right, where are the kids?”
“Probably at the hot springs by now? Around this time, Sharon lets them take a bath, so all the little ones go.”
”……Sharon is going to the men’s bath again, isn’t she…”
“Since the kids will actually bathe if she goes, her perverted habit is semi-officially sanctioned. It’s not just the children who end up in there, though.”
“Well, it’s true there’s no one she can rape, but still…”
Sharon often helps out at the church monastery.
She only fights monsters in Renfanggas during the high season and stays in Polka otherwise, but surprisingly, many of Polka’s children hate baths and would skip bathing for days if left alone. It seems Sharon or Laurie gives them their baths after lessons at the church.
Of course, she doesn’t provide excessive services to the boys; it’s strictly just bringing them in and washing them. However, since Sharon is the kind of woman who hides nothing, a crowd of boys—and a few old men—congregate in the bathing hall to commit that sight to memory.
That habit was also troublesome, but she would taunt me with lines like, “This whole town is obsessed with my body; only you can feel it through your cock……♪” In the end, even exposing her unguarded side to others was part of her play.
By the way, Laurie doesn’t really have that kind of hobby, so she wraps herself in cloth when entering. Still, she whined about how unpleasant it was to be given an obvious “I’m so disappointed……” face by him.
“It’s really helpful living in Polka; even just taking a bath heals injuries. The middle child broke his arm the other day playing Annette Hammer on the roof, but he’s completely fine now.”
”……Do the current generation even know what an Annette Hammer is?”
“For some reason, they do—maybe someone imitated it and it was passed down through generations. I hope it gets lost to history because it’s dangerous.”
Grand Knight Commander Annette has long since retired, though… He’s probably already considered a fictional hero or something.
I returned to the palace, took off my shoes at the entrance, and handed them to the naked Onyx maids wearing only waist aprons who had come out to greet me.
As I walked in, I undressed, stripping off my top and bottoms, handing those to the maids as well so that by the time I reached the large bathhouse, I was completely naked.
Feeling like I was exhausted today, I wanted to rest and soak my whole body in the water, but as I looked around…
The density of girls bathing was high, and I couldn’t find a spot where I could lie sprawled out in a big “X.”
“Why is everyone in the hot spring……”
“Since Master hasn’t been doing anything dirty from this morning, everyone figured that once Master gets home, it’s orgy party time♪”
A maid nearby said so, and the field of view filled with naked beautiful women and young girls who raised their fists and cheered “Yay!” in high spirits.
”……Then let’s do that. Then I’ll start with you.”
“Kyaa♪ Being impregnated—♪”
I tore off the apron of the maid who had reported to me, tossed it aside, grabbed her waist, and began to fuck her.
……I hesitated for a moment upon realizing Elenia and Frena were watching from very close by.
“What are you doing?”
“We’re criminals too, aren’t we?” “We’ve totally gotten comfortable with each other…” Muttering this, the two of them leaned their bare shoulders against each other and exchanged smiles. “All that’s left is the collars, right? ♪” “I’d like a black one, please ♪” Ah, they’re not issuing new black ones anymore. No, none of them are okay with it. Putting collars on kids and sticking their dicks in them is seriously the worst thing ever.