CH 121

The Suffering of the Maidens

Translated by SoundDestiny

Edited by Zil

“Haaah ……!” 

With a violent chill that felt like ice had been thrown down her spine, Imperial Princess Célia Von Althlein jumped out of bed.

She doesn’t know what has happened. But her negligee-clad body was drenched in sweat, and the thin fabric clung to her skin, highlighting her slender curves in the night.

She woke up in a building in the noble district of Zain. It was a room in a mansion owned by Raidorl.

“What? What the hell is going on at……?”

The fear and anxiety are unspeakable. With her hand over her beating heart, she reached for her beloved sword, which was propped up next to her bed.

“Eh? Claíomh Solas?”

It was then that she finally realised.

Her beloved sword, her trusty companion, the holy sword of thunder, Claíomh Solas. The sword was pulsating strongly.

“What’s wrong……What’s with you, what are you so alarmed about?”

Célia asks Claíomh Solas.

The holy sword had reacted in a similar way when it had faced Raidorl in the past at the Blaine Fortress. However, it had not been as overly hostile as this.

Célia felt the presence of an unknown enemy. She clutched her holy sword tightly.

“Emergency! Emergency!　Are you awake, Miss Célia ?”

“Hyaaa! Ne-Neimilia!”

Without even knocking, she burst into the room, the only maid working in the house. She was Neimilia, Raidorl’s confidante and an accomplished magician.

She is dressed in black underwear and a translucent baby-doll, a very sensual outfit. It’s not like she has any other purpose than to seduce men.

“Wh……what are you wearing!?”

“It’s my battle gear against, master! But ignore it now, this is an emergency, you need to get dressed!

“Do you know what’s going on? What on earth is…..”

“I don’t have time to explain!　You have to get dressed and get out of here now!” 

Neimilia came running to the bed and put her hand on Célia’s negligee. Célia was not going to let her try to rip it off with force. She rushes to defend herself by clutching her chest.

“No, no, no!　Don’t take it off!”

“It’s an emergency, that’s why! Now, strip!” 

“I’m not stripping, I’m changing properly, please don’t take my clothes off! Even Neimilia is in her weird underwear!” 

“Mu…that’s rude. Maido-san, get ready for battle!” 

“Ehhhhhhhh”

When Neimilia spins around, she changes from her naughty underwear to a maid’s uniform.

“Fu,fu,fu, a true maid must learn to change her clothes quickly so as not to show her skin to any man but her master! Now, you too, Célia!”

“Wait, wait, wait, wait! I can’t get dressed that fast!”

“You have 40 seconds to get ready. We’ll be out of here soon!”

“Mu. You can’t do this. Hyaaa?!”

In the end, Célia’s negligee was taken from her, and she glared at Neimilia with tears in her eyes. The maid, however, was not to be intimidated by this, and she went on to touch her sweat-soaked bra and trousers.

“I’ll help you change your clothes!”

“No, no, no! Where are you going to touch me?…… Aaah!”

“Mmmm……tits have grown more than when you first came to live with us. HA! This, this!　You’re going to seduce master with this!”

“Kyaaaaaaaaaa!!!”

Neimilia touches her breasts and buttocks and makes her change into the comfortable clothes she wears when she works as an adventurer. After a quick change of clothes while being sexually harassed, Ceilia breathlessly embraces her holy sword.

“Uuu……, I can’t be married anymore.”

“Come on, we’re leaving now! We’re leaving the Royal Capital for now!”

“Uh, yeah, ……, but where’s Mertina?”

There is one other person living in the house besides Célia  and Neimilia.

Mertina Marcell. The daughter of Lockwood Marcell, the Prime Minister, and is the ‘dog’ of Neimilia, also who has recently been in charge of negotiations with the nobility.

“If it was Mertina, she would have left the house by now.”

“What ……? Where the hell is ……?”

“A little errand. It’s a job fit for a dog.”

“…………”

Célia left the house with Neimilia’s hand on hers, still unsure of what to do.

What on earth is happening in the capital? There is a sense of crisis. She can clearly feel the presence of something unknown, but she has no idea what it is.

She tried to ask Neimilia what she was going to do but the next thing she knew, there was a roar behind them.

“Hyaa!”

“Gyaa?!”

Something crashed down from the sky like a meteorite. The meteorite destroyed the house where they had just been staying, turning it into a pile of rubble.

In a matter of seconds, the house where they had slept for only a few months was destroyed without a trace. It was such a sudden turn of events that Célia’s eyes widened and her shoulders shook.

“Are the rebels here? Raidorl, are those who seek my throne here?”

“You are…..”

Standing over the wreckage of the house was a man who looked familiar to her.

“What? Why are you doing this,……, King Granard?”

She thrusts the tip of her Claíomh Solas at Granard, the King of Zain, who appears above her with a shining sword.

She has no idea what happened. But when she saw Granard, she knew for sure.

This is the man who is the enemy that Claíomh Solas and Neimilia have been so wary of.

This man standing on the rubble is a natural enemy for her, the keeper of the holy sword, who must be defeated.