Translator: âHakouâ Editor: âWeasalopesâ
Landbarn, a provincial city located in the southeast of the Empire.
A brand new headquarter for the knights was recently completed. In one of its corners, there were three men.
ãThe elves are beings with high pride. Thatâs what Lord Reaper told meã
The man who spoke was a large man in a pilotâs uniform. He was a middle-aged man with gray hair, but his body was armored with thick muscles.
ãIf you donât break that high pride of theirs first, they will only tell you lies when you interrogate themã
While folding his arms, he looked down at the man in his pajamas lying on the floor. His arms were tied behind his back, and his mouth was gagged.
What stands out from this man are his long, pointy ears. His slender face with his well-defined nose, is sure to attract the attention of women when he walks down the street.
ãAh, so thatâs why you gagged his mouth, huhã
The man who replied with a satisfied expression was a man in his thirties, wearing the Rose Knights badge on his chest. He was slightly short and had a solid physique, with a short beard.
ãThatâs right. Because you will only get mislead if you listen to his liesã
With the tip of his boot, he lightly poked the elf in the chin. The response he received from that was an intense gaze filled with hostility.
(What a good eyes youâre making there)
The inside of his pants hardens in response. The elf, however, was oblivious to this.
The big white-haired man twisted one side of his face and let out a deep sigh, suppressing his desire.
(I canât have him all for myself. I have come here today to give my men some experience)
It is the duty of the superiors to nurture their subordinates. To do so, I have to be patient.
Because the growth of subordinates makes the Rose Order itself stronger. And that is also the power of myself as the Knight Commander.
ãNow then, youâre already qualified as one of the roses. Donât be ashamed to show it to anyoneã
ãEverything is thanks to the guidance of Your Excellencyã
Count Rosehip nodded and looked at the pilot in front of him.
The man used to be an escort for the kingdomâs second prince. After going through wickedness to the defeated, he became a member of the Rose Knights.
(As expected of an A-class Knight pilot, I guess)
He is a newcomer, but his abilities are far superior to others. He is the one that Count Rosehip is most looking forward to seeing grow.
ãBut what about his sword? Heâs only ever wielded it against women, hasnât he?ã
The subordinate nodded his head and shrunk down as if feeling ashamed. At that sight, the short, gray-haired man shook his head from side to side.
ãThatâs no good. A sword can only be strengthened by pointing it at another brave warrior. You will never become a true pilot if you donât have a strong will even when your sword is chippedã
He took a step forward and put his hand on his subordinateâs pants from the front. He then ran his fingers up the trousers from below, and spoke in a softer tone.
ãYou donât have to look so down. If you donât have the experience, you just need to build it. Iâll give you that opportunity todayã
As he said this, he grinded his thick hand. The raised middle finger finally reached his rear.
His subordinate moaned and looked up, getting ready to go.
ãAlright, sit in the chair. Iâll carry the elfã
His subordinate loosens his belt and removes all his underwear. He sits down on a chair, shaking his own sword in anticipation.
As he likes to use two-handed swords, the size is quite large. Itâs more than two fistsâ size.
Next to him, Count Rosehip grabbed the hem of the elfâs pants and pulled it upside down.
ãYou, adjust the positionã
A cardboard box used when selling bento boxes at stations*. Count Rosehip is holding the elf from the front in such a way.
Seeing the skinny butt of the elf floating in front of him, his subordinate grabs his sides and guides him.
ãItâs in position, sirã
Having established the docking point, he reported to his superior.
ãAlrightã
Count Rosehip quietly unloads the luggage. When the resistance increases at the end, he puts more force into it, as if he were pushing a thumbnail into the wall.
ãHnn~ã
The scream of the male elf leaked out from behind the gag, which made his subordinateâs heart flutter and increased the hardness of his sword. As a result, the sharpness of his sword increased, making it easier to unite.
ãNow then, Iâm gonna change the angle a little bitã
Count Rosehip forcefully tilts the body of the male elf who twists around in a struggle.
ãIt should be aroundâ¦â¦ Okay, right hereã
Count Rosehip pushes him in and out while smiling. At the end of his gaze is the elfâs crotch.
What he can see there is the nose of Pinocchio when heâs lying. The width of the body is not much, but it has a length thatâs impossible to be possessed by a human being.
ã!?ã
âHow!?â Was probably what the elf wanted to say. With a look of disbelief on his face, he moved his eyes down to his own stomach.
The reason was the subordinate behind him.
Due to his sword having gouged out a part of his body that should not have been pressed, his nose stretched out regardless of his will.
ãDonât worry, I did say we need to break you but, I wonât do anything wasteful like thatã
He talks to himself while giving him a passionate look.
ãLately, Iâve been doing nothing but to eat one you see? Sometimes I have to use my roses to or it will get rustyã
Laughing, Count Rosehip directed his big, muscular, dirty ass at the male elf.
ãWell then, let me have a taste. Muu!ã
With high spirits, he swallowed Pinocchioâs nose. When it was about a third full, Count Rosehipâs movements came to a halt.
ãNot even halfway in one breath. You should be proud of yourself, Elfã
With sweat on his forehead, Count Rosehip breathes roughly.
Itâs as if an old man with hemorrhoids is working hard in the toilet.
ãUoooo!!ã
And then the next moment, he swallowed the Pinocchioâs nose, which had been stretched to its limit by lying down to the root.
ãâ¦Kuh! Now, letâs match up our rhythmã
Count Rosehip looks back at his subordinate with beads of sweat on his forehead.
He nodded to him with ecstatic expressions on his face.
The two of them began to move up and down, back and forth, in sync with Count Rosehipâs shout.
ãOne two! One two!ã
The elf in between them has already had his eyes turned white.
But the two did not stop. They continued their movements until they were completely satisfied.
ãHeâs a bit slender, but as expected of the elves, theyâre quite somethingã
Count Rosehip is in a good mood while sweating. Now heâs standing up and wiping his forehead with a towel.
He likes the heavy, muscular types. The elf lying in a crooked position on the floor was of course, not in that category.
But still, that kind of length was something new for him.
ãIt was a great experience for me tooã
It was his subordinate who offered him that towel.
Until now, he had only been a tank. But this time, he seemed to be able to take a step further as an attacker as well.
ãUmu. The Rose Knights must be able to both attack and defend. I have high expectations for you. So you better polish your swordã
The former A-class riderâs subordinate nodded with a bright smile on his face.
(His rose is already perfect. If his sword becomes better, he can be a first-class man)
He looked back at the flag of the Rose Knights on the wall. On it, a large rose and a large sword were depicted in splendid embroidery.
***
The next day, the Margrave receives a report on the results of the interrogation.
Count Rosehip, standing in front of him, looks somewhat apologetic.
ãHowever, it seems that his mind is locked with some sort of magicã
It seems that they did not get any important information.
Count Rosehip left the room with a petite subordinate. Waiting for the door to close completely, the Margrave turns his gaze to the Handlebar mustache next to him.
ãWhat he said just now, I wonder if thatâs trueã
The tone of his voice was somewhat suspicious.
Could it be that Count Rosehip had destroyed the prisonerâs mind with a rough technique? That was what he was wondering.
ãThe magicians have also given me the same result. I think we can trust them this timeã
***
The stage moves east from Landbarn to a very high-class brothel built in the red-light district of the royal capital.
The name of the brothel is Jayanne. Now, in front of its entrance, there were two men getting off a golem carriage.
ãIâm not much of a fan of this kind of place, actuallyã
A skinny, middle-aged man lets out a puzzled voice from his wide bent mouth.
The gentleman with silver-grey hair who left the carriage with him laughs and pats him lightly on the back.
ãIsnât it fine? Weâre celebrating the successful production of elixir today. We havenât been able to do it for a long timeã
It was the head of the Royal Magic Academy and Professor Termano.
The uproar caused by the completion of the elixir was calming down with time.
ãHmm? Or would you have preferred Oyakodon instead?ã
The director of the school was strangely convinced that Termano preferred that way.
Termano saw this and exhaled heavily while shaking his head from side to side.
ãDonât look at me like that. You donât want her consideration for you to go to waste, do you?ã
She is one of the students who study under Termano. She was also a comrade who brought Ambrosia and jointly created the elixir with them.
At the same time, she also worked at the top of Jayanne.
ãThe one who stood at the top of one of the big three families is going to recommend the best one for her teacher. How often do you get such an opportunity in your life?ã
The headmasterâs voice was unusually cheerful. He must be really looking forward to it.
By the way, Explosive onee-san herself is still booked up.