Chapter 215: Departing Toward the Capital

When the maid withdrew, Lily stripped me completely naked. My unworthy son was already considerably awake. Then I was pushed out into the bath and made to wait. It is small, but a nice bathhouse. Five or six people could enter with room to spare. Hot water flows in as if continuously poured, but what kind of mechanism is this? Is the water that flows away cleaned and returned, or is completely new hot water continually flowing out? Mysterious.

While I was thinking such things Lily changed into bathing clothes and entered. Abstinence has only just begun, yet Lily’s bathing clothes are poison to the eyes. The lines of her body can be seen, the swell of her chest is visible from the collar, and even something that seems to be the protrusion of her nipples can be made out. Thinking that, my son jumps upward. There is no point in hiding it, so I leave it as is. Son, even if you point so far upward, nothing good will come of it.

My son was standing so hard it hurt, yet Lily maintained a stance of "such a thing does not enter my eyes" as she washed my body. She washed my head, and I looked at the breasts of Lily right in front of me. After that, when she had me stand, my magnificently risen son towered before Lily. Seeing that, Lily said,

"It’s in the way,"

and gripped it with one hand. Tightly at that! Then, without using a towel, she washed my hands, my back, my chest, and my legs for some reason with the other hand, until finally Lily’s hand reached the center of the body that was the focus.

First she washed around the hole of my buttocks, then moved forward, and while still gripping my son tightly she washed the sack while holding it. Lily’s hand washed me so subtly that it felt as if she were attacking my erogenous zones. Just when I thought a finger might enter my anus, my body jerked bikun!? , yet having the sack washed while my son was gripped was not merely "feels good." She twisted the hand gripping the shaft of my son and washed the head with the other hand. When the head was washed it felt so good that my body twisted.

"Robby-sama, please do not move your body."

At Lily’s instructional voice I pleaded,

"Lily, it’s painful, you know? Thinking that from now on I will have to endure this kind of feeling for a while, I might die. I might end up attacking that maid, you know!?"

Yet to that she said something completely off-target:

"You must not! Please endure for a while. Members of the royal family are blessed. Commoners lack even the food for tomorrow!"

I know that already. Mentally I intend to observe abstinence, but my body — this young body — will not listen! Aaaah, no more, I can’t take it!

Before I even thought "it’s coming!" it erupted! Dokun, dokun it flowed out. Lily had apparently not expected me to finish this soon and was looking on in blank amazement.

Then, as if tacked on afterward, she said,

"It can’t be helped. I will clean it,"

and began licking. I thought soap was mixed in, but she did not seem to care. After all, it is the youth-rejuvenating medicine.

"I’ll have to be careful tomorrow,"

she murmured in a small voice, so it seems tomorrow cannot be expected.

At night, when I entered the bed alone, Stevie came to mind. There was no night watch; soldiers were standing by outside the room. Of course Lily was in a separate room.

Unlike the beds on the Marie Kingdom side, the beds of the Mainz Kingdom were soft, close to the ones used in the Rear Palace. Thinking that brought the capital to mind. How is Mother doing? They say the coup was suppressed, but were Mother and Cass all right? Is Her Majesty the Queen all right? Lord Richelieu would be fine. How were Christine-san and Anisé-san? Faces floated on the ceiling.

Staring at the ceiling I end up thinking of Stevie. Is Stevie’s soul somewhere on this ceiling? I wonder. It was not such a long period that we spent together, yet I think that going through the boundary of life and death strengthens the bonds of the heart this much. I sincerely pray that she will forgive the way my body and head react to erotic things.

The next morning I awoke while it was still dim. See? My son is properly awake. There was no surprise of Lily sleeping beside me when I opened my eyes; I got down from the bed. Even though it is called a checkpoint it is a military base, so even though it is early morning the soldiers are moving. I hear there is a post town nearby, so before long travelers and transport operators will come from there and form a line.

After that there were no events, and the carriage carrying us departed. Along the way, when we passed through the post town, cargo wagons and carriages carrying people continued as if they had been waiting for us. To the escort knight advancing parallel to our carriage I asked,

"Are the carriages following behind this carriage waiting for us?"

The knight answered with a look of "just as I expected!"

"Yes. They were waiting. Even though the Mainz Kingdom’s public order is good, there are still places in the mountains where bandits remain. Those fellows move their dens, so catching them is difficult. Because we do not know where they will appear, when advancing along the highway we proceed in groups as much as possible. This time, because we are escorting Prince Robin’s carriage, they too are following with peace of mind. With us present they do not need to hire their own escorts."

He spoke proudly. Because Lily said something like "That’s amazing," he looked happy. Well, because Lily looks to be in her late twenties, he is probably thinking something like "praised by a beautiful and alluring maid."

"Leave it to us!"

he said, but that is what we call a flag.

And yet we arrived at the next village without incident. Strange — my bad hunches have never been wrong.