In the medieval fantasy era.
If a modern person were to transmigrate, what would be the most agonizing thing?
There would be countless things, but I can confidently say it would be dopamine.
In this medieval fantasy world, where the most luxurious seasoning could only be pepper and MSG didn’t even exist, there was almost nothing I could enjoy.
The only thing I had was mana.
Fortunately, in this fantasy world, I had the talent to learn magic.
Unfortunately, it was a talent developed during the course of war, and my immediate priority was to gather aura to infuse into my sword, rather than enter a magic tower and learn spells step by step.
To survive, I chose the path of a knight, imbued my sword with aura, and wielded a greatsword against countless foes to eventually become a Grand Sword Master.
A realm where the sword dominates the world.
An ability that allows me to confront even a 70,000-strong army—if I have the stamina, mana, and the will to overcome them all.
What enjoyment could I possibly experience in this world with such a physique?
Even exciting activities I enjoyed in my past life, like the most terrifying roller coasters, would barely stir me as a Grand Master.
I never thought the 12-year war would end.
There were almost no hobbies I could enjoy during the war; the only thing I could do was indulge in the company of women.
Chasing the instincts of a male.
As a Grand Master, my stamina and vitality made me the emperor of the night.
Especially compared to my past life, where I would be rejected even after showering a woman with flattery, or it would take a long time to even get to spend a night together, the body of Hans Wilhelm right now was incredibly fortunate.
My face, my body, and what was attached below—my junior.
The one from my past life is for the past life, no need to speak of it, but what I possess in this life is something that could undoubtedly be called a greatsword.
I don’t know the average for this world, but in modern times, possessing such a thing would place you in the top 0.1%.
To be honest, in my past life—where I was around average, or to be a bit humble, slightly below average—Hans Wilhelm’s junior was one of my prides.
Not using it would be self-deprecation and torture.
Therefore, to put it bluntly, indulging in primal pleasures that I couldn’t enjoy in my past life was the only happiness, hobby, and way to recover my mental fatigue.
And yet.
What on earth was Princess Knight Sylvia, whom I was forced to marry, saying to me right now?
“So, are you telling me to refrain from embracing women?”
“Ideally, officially, yes.”
“Hmph.”
“Can you listen calmly for a moment?”
“Yes, I’ll listen. Though I have no intention of readily agreeing.”
Sylvia the Princess’s eyebrows furrowed at my stubbornness.
Perhaps she didn’t expect me to react this way, or perhaps she was recalling the numerous confrontations we had during the 12-year war.
“Sir Wilhelm, the Empire knows, and the entire continent knows, your one weakness.”
“…….”
“Are you not going to answer? Then I will answer for you. Your weakness is women. Beautiful women, to be exact.”
“I am not a god; I am a healthy adult male.”
“But it is also true that there have been various problems because of your weakness.”
“…….”
The past cannot be denied.
According to Princess Sylvia’s logic, it was indeed true that there were many problems due to the Empire’s honey trap.
“To be blunt, I know of more than a dozen instances where most of the beauties you captured either escaped alive to the Empire or were released.”
“Cough.”
“There was quite a lot of discussion within the Kingdom Alliance. Ultimately, they returned alive to the Empire, not to lay down their arms, but to take up their command once more and appear on the front lines.”
On this matter, at least, I have nothing to say, even with ten mouths.
However.
“That was the case at first. But thanks to that, we could attract large-scale aggro toward us and managed to devastate the Empire’s armored divisions.” (Hans)
“That’s…” (Sylvia)
“Originally, the Empire’s magic artillery, which was supposed to push into the beastman kingdom, had its direction diverted, and the enemy commander came marching toward us to kill the lustful mongrel who had violated his daughter. Thanks to that, the beastman kingdom could reconstruct its defense line, and we were able to shatter that armored division and buy a month’s time.” (Hans)
It was true that the Kingdom Alliance benefited greatly from me repeatedly taking in and sparing Imperial female officers.
“So much has happened over these 12 years. While I did spare many of the Empire’s beauties, I mercilessly cut down those who were irredeemable villains.” (Hans)
“…….”
“Yes. I deeply regret the
While the continent calls me a hero, I am not a perfect human.
“Knowing my past mistakes, I accepted the pension allotted to me to that extent and requested the rest to establish the [Wilhelm Foundation].”
Because I’m not perfect, I am just one person constantly seeking ways to atone for my mistakes and lead things in a better direction.
“Most of the pension compensation granted to me by each country and the Empire’s war reparations were attributed to the Wilhelm Foundation, where compensation was provided to those harmed by the war, especially those who suffered greatly due to my romantic entanglements, as a form of solace.”
For the events that occurred because of the beauties I spared, I did my best by directly taking their lives or tidying up the damage caused by them.
“Princess, Princess Knight Sylvia, and as the Supreme Commander of the Royal Army, I know that my issues caused you considerable trouble. This was the case even before the war, and I am still sorry about it.”
“Sir Wilhelm.”
“But! Didn’t the Princess Knight also use my romantic entanglements to devise strategies and tactics? Duke Beatrice of the Empire, for instance—didn’t you provoke him using me?”
It wasn’t a big deal, just provoking a famous general of the Empire.
“It’s true that I exchanged crude jokes with Duchess Beatrice in private, but you, Princess, used that to counter-operate extensively against the Empire’s intelligence agents and make Duchess Beatrice personally appear on the front lines.”
Not by me, but by the Kingdom’s command.
“And although I had a pleasant time thanks to it… no, thinking about it now, it’s even more significant. By letting Duchess Beatrice go alive like that, didn’t the peace talks regarding the armistice go relatively smoothly?”
“That’s precisely the problem, Count.”
“Yes?”
“As long as you don’t show that you’ve completely cut ties with women, the Empire will keep sending women to try and seduce you.”
The Princess stared intently at me.
“Frankly, when some people from the Empire visit Count Wilhelm’s territory due to diplomatic relations, would you just let it slide if the beauties you saved visited your bedroom at night?”
“…….”
I cannot deny it.
“Even if they came to assassinate you, you would accept the assassination, and then, as always, say ‘Repay the debt of your life with your body,’ and torment them until morning. And as always, at breakfast, while eating together, you would say, ‘If you’re prepared to suffer this much, you can try to assassinate me anytime.’” (Sylvia)
“Yes. Thanks to that, I was able to save our people.”
“…….”
“If I hadn’t physically taken on the assassination attempts by talented beauties from the Empire’s intelligence department, then 30% of the Kingdom Alliance’s nobles would be partying in the afterlife right now.”
During the 12-year war, 90% of the Empire’s capabilities were directed at me, which is why many key figures in the Kingdom were able to survive today.
“Princess, I’m not asking for anything else. I’m not demanding half the kingdom’s land, not asking for my pension to be increased a hundredfold, nor am I asking for a license to kill. Frankly, I’m not even asking for a law to be enacted that states if I put my hand on a woman’s shoulder, she must go to my bedroom.”
Nor am I asking for a forbidden drug to be legally administered or produced only for me.
I could gain absolute power, but I won’t go that far.
“When a man and a woman he fancies make eye contact and wish to share love, what exactly is wrong with that?”
“So…”
“I will pretend I did not hear what you said.”
Declaration.
“I will continue to enjoy women who like me, and I will not abandon my personal pleasures for political issues.”
“…You.”
Creak.
Princess Sylvia stood up from her seat.
“I will come again tomorrow.” (Sylvia)
“No. Do not come.”
“What…?”
“Starting tomorrow.”
I also rose from my seat and gestured with my hand toward the exit of the mansion, pointing Princess Sylvia in the direction out.
“After the end of the war, I will be inspecting remnants of the Empire scattered throughout the Kingdom Alliance.”
I need time to sort out my thoughts, but one thing is certain for now.
“Princess, I have no intention of marrying you.”
My mind is made up.
“Is that… because I am 37 years old?”
“No.”
It’s not a matter of age.
Honestly, regarding age—if the face, body, and sexual compatibility are right, and her appearance is around in her 20s—I am a person who is absolutely capable.
If there’s a reason why I’m rejecting this woman—
“It’s the attitude shown by you and the royal family.”
There are many places that will have me, even if it’s not this kingdom.
