101 – stroke
“Lord, Lord.
“Be still, Serena. It’s an order.”
“That, that… hehe!”
Serena shuddered. Sweet warmth mixed with the breath he exhaled, and tears welled up in his eyes.
Serena’s body trembled as if struck by lightning as I ran my fingers across her firm belly.
“Serena, you asked me to do this, right? Then I’ll have to endure it. Continue?”
“Hey, stop for a second—- huh?!”
“Nope.”
He rested his head on Serena’s shoulder.
The keen sense of being able to feel even a single drop of blood falling into a huge lake made him immediately aware of what had touched his shoulder.
Serena groaned.
“Zooguun?!”
He rested his chin on his strong, muscular shoulders. In my right ear, I heard Serena’s rapid breathing.
There was strength in the gripped hand. Seeing that the bones in his hands had not yet been broken, it seemed that he had some reason to control his strength.
The place where Serena and I are now is an incredibly large and splendid mansion.
A mansion of that caliber, where it takes almost ten minutes just to get from the front door across the yard to the door into the house.
For reference, I am the owner.
Serena and I were the only people in this large mansion. There was not a single servant like the so-called butler and maid.
In other words, in a situation without me, it just means an empty house.
It was true that it was ambiguous to hire someone else because I was wandering all over the continent trying to find a way to commit suicide.
Last time, I was stuck in a remote city for almost 8 full years.
Of course, it was an empty house, and if you came here recklessly, you had to say goodbye to Lee Seung immediately, so even after a long time, people hardly touched you.
The last time I visited this mansion, where I am now, was about 40 to 50 years ago.
He didn’t come to the kingdom’s capital very often, but whenever he came, he spent most of his time in the palace, so there was virtually no time to stop by the mansion.
There are dozens of mansions like this that I own. Of course, the interval between returning to each mansion could only be longer by default by ten years.
You don’t have to worry about security though.
Charlotte was in charge of managing the mansion while I was away, so there was no one who could break into this place unknowingly and return alive.
The places protected by more powerful defense magic than most fortresses were my own buildings and lands.
“Please, please stock up— haha?! No more, huh?!”
Unable to withstand my touch any longer, Serena opened her mouth and leaned the back of her head on my shoulder.
Should I call it a fruit scent or a grass scent? Serena’s unique scent was subtly wafting through.
To put it bluntly, it was just Serena’s scent.
“You said you could hold on? Then you lied to me?”
“No, no, no, my lord. Can you hold out any longer—heek?!”
Serena desperately stood up at the word lie, but jumped up again as my fingers stroked her side.
Like a conditioned reflex, his legs slashed the table in half. That was pretty expensive.
‘Well, it doesn’t matter because I can buy it again anyway.’
This was a table with a few gold coins.
I don’t have much interest in making a fortune right now because I have no place to spend it and no reason to scrape together, but if I put my mind to it, I could accumulate enough wealth to beat a fair amount of cheap dukes and counts back and forth.
I just put things that look moderately good in my own magic tower with preservation magic, and after a few hundred years, they are relics or antiques, and they are bound to be sold at exorbitant prices.
It doesn’t matter if it was fake or real in the past.
Hundreds of years later, when everyone who knew the story behind the object was dead and gone, what I said was the truth.
Legends are attached to items worth a few fairy tales purchased from a street vendor, and a necklace worth a few fairy tales becomes a treasure that rots after blocking the owner’s curse in the past.
And all those fakes belonged to scammers.
Sometimes I sell fakes to those who come to stab me in the back, and sell real ones to people who really come to collect relics or antiques from the past. It’s simple.
It was not necessarily limited to antiques, but there were also quite a lot of real treasures such as gold bars and jewels. That kind of thing doesn’t change much even after hundreds of years.
Where would that be? The weapons from the legends that circulated as stories in the past, all of them were also collected and stored in the Mage Tower.
Most of those things require human life or blood in exchange for getting their hands on them, but for me it was virtually free.
It’s not because I have a passion for collecting. If it’s simply a weapon that comes down to legend, I was collecting it for suicide because I thought it might kill me.
Well, the results are what you see.
I have dozens of buildings and vast lands in the same place as the capital of the kingdom, and there is even a magic tower in my name, and it is full of all kinds of antiques, treasures, and legendary weapons, so there is no need to explain my property further. there will be no
‘I didn’t buy the mansion and the land with my own money, though.’
Shortly after Charlotte ascended the throne, at the time when the bloody wind was blowing throughout the kingdom, a really huge number of noble families were exterminated or ruined and driven to the frontier.
It was only natural that the mansions and enormous wealth of the ruined and ruined aristocratic families had become Charlotte’s, and only part of them had been handed over.
This is how much of it was handed over, so it was possible to guess how many nobles joined the side of expelling Charlotte in the rebellion at the time.
I could also guess how many nobles were wiped out.
By the way, the rest of the land and mansions were left empty by the upper ranks and returned to lower-ranking nobles who were haphazardly given the title of count or duke.
Most of them were aristocrats who could not join the rebellion because they had no foundation at all. No matter what they were thinking in their minds.
Or, even if it was included, it wouldn’t help, so the aristocrats who were attached to Charlotte’s brother’s side didn’t want to share power, so they deliberately excluded it.
The fact that neither of them took part in the rebellion as a result was the same, and they made a fortune in an instant.
Of course, it’s not like the nobles who were handed over the mansion and land by title didn’t die, so the owner changed dozens of times.
“Now, you have one minute, Serena. You just have to hold on a little longer. You didn’t mean to lie in front of me, did you? I’ll believe you’ll be able to hold on long enough.”
“Nyeeet, hib. Lord. Will you repay the trust, heuu?!”
The reason why I was able to own such a huge amount of wealth in a place that was not even a filthy territory, but the capital of the kingdom, was simple.
Because the nominal owner of those properties is Charlotte.
The real owner is, of course, me, and that fact never changes. Even so, the reason Charlotte was the nominal owner was to avoid trouble.
Who would dare to question that the mansion of the Blood Queen has been empty for decades? Even if there was, it would soon be gone.
I stopped my hand after confirming to myself that the minute I had spoken to Serena had passed. When the pleasure that had been stimulating her stomach and sides disappeared, Serena drooped her body.
“The remaining minute is over. Good work, Serena.”
“Hi, my lord, thank you… haha, thank you…”
And the reason why Serena is making such a strange moan in a mansion with such a background is because I am stroking her body here and there.
Serena was sitting on my lap, breathing heavily.
In the beginning, although my body was stiff, I managed to sit properly, but after a while, I found it difficult to even straighten my back, let alone sit down.
Right before the end, I leaned on my shoulder and leaned my back on my chest, drooping.
My back was wet with sweat, and I felt a damp feeling on my chest. Serena’s clothes were a plain fabric short-sleeved top and shorts.
The ponytail, with her shiny golden hair tied together, was still the same, but the silver armor symbolizing the Royal Knights was tucked away casually in the corner of the drawing room.
The table in the middle was shattered by Serena’s kick. It was rather fortunate that there was not even a simple refreshment.
If I did, I would have had to clean up the carpet underneath.
The World Eater, which Serena usually wears around her waist, was placed on a sofa symmetrically across from the one we were sitting on.
I know that it’s a demonic sword, so I didn’t have to take it off, but then I would be uncomfortable hugging it from behind.
The World Eater vibrated ominously as soon as it fell from Serena’s waist, but it quieted down as Serena gripped the handle tightly with fierce eyes.
It seemed quite docile for a demonic sword.
“Still, you didn’t faint and held on well, Serena.”
He stroked Serena’s hair, enjoying the feel of her hair slipping through her fingers.
As for why I am doing this, I have to go back a bit.
