How To Subdue a Masochist Princess

The man quietly closed his eyes.

His body stood on this earth, but his will to transcend was able to touch the sky.

In exchange for wearing the shackles called the throne in the prison called the audience room, he took another step into the unknown realm not allowed to mortals.

However, was he still just a human?

"I'm tired…"

His appearance, pressing his forehead and complaining of fatigue, was no different from that of any other middle-aged person.

At that moment.

—Flash!

Among the three rings on the man's right hand, one colorless gem was dyed with a dazzling blue light.

It shone brightly for a long time, illuminating the man's golden eyes.

"My will has been violated."

There was a hint of discontent in the softly mumbling words.

The corners of the man's mouth were raised.

Right after work. Normally, it was time to receive the vice-captain's report.

Instead of the refreshing blue-haired beauty who made my day feel good, two dark-skinned men who were completely unpleasant were sitting in my office.

What's more, one of them was an old acquaintance. And one whose face I didn't really want to see.

"It's been a long time! 'Bloodstalker' Wolfgang von Schwarz! It's been a long time. I can still vividly remember your exploits on the battlefield."

Sir Randolph, Chief Executor of the Imperial Counterintelligence Service.

"Hahaha! Don't you like the nickname? You make such a sullen expression that doesn't match your size. Well, we're always like uninvited guests. I understand."

It wasn't a bad relationship to the point of being called bad luck, but in the past, they had been annoying each other.

They were both just working hard on their jobs, but they kept having unintended friction in the public sphere.

"Why on earth did you come all the way here? I understand that the weight of being an executor is not that light."

"Hey, it's been a while since I've seen a good friend. Are you talking about work all of a sudden? Well, a beast like you is locked up in a small cage like this. It's only natural for you to be prickly."

I turned my head away from Lord Randolph, who had started to get on my nerves as soon as we met.

I'd only get tired of talking to the author for no reason.

Despite his appearance as a simple country bumpkin, he had a sharp knife in his heart. There must have been another intention behind his friendly behavior.

I didn't want to get too close to a man who made a living by digging into people's existence and pushing them to the edge of a cliff.

So I cautiously opened my mouth to the guest I was less reluctant to talk to.

"Your Eminence, Cardinal Malleus. Please forgive my rudeness. If I had known you would come all the way to this shabby place, I would have been more attentive to your hospitality, but I was so flustered."

Looking at that stubborn expression and cold expression that seemed like it wouldn't bleed even if you stabbed him with a knife, I missed the princess's soft and innocent face so much.

It's just that I was a little less reluctant, but that old man was also a difficult opponent in a different sense than Lord Randolph.

In terms of status and position, he was far higher than a mere knight commander.

The leader of the Heavenly Church's Inquisition, who burns, tears, and grinds heretics.

Grand Inquisitor, Cardinal Malleus Ordos.

It's not right to be this stiff-necked, but I was able to maintain a dignified attitude in front of him.

Because I can be proud that I've lived a life without any shame in front of the Heavenly Church's doctrines.

So, why did this old man come in person?

'Aye! Inquisitor? Inquisitor, why?!' 'God, if I've committed a sin, please don't send me to hell...'

Some of my subordinates had panic attacks when they saw Cardinal Malleus' face on their way to work, but I couldn't even say anything.

He was that terrifying.

I also think that I am not the type to be offended by a fierce expression, but that old man just keeps his expressionless face and makes people's hearts flutter.

There was no other place that was more burdensome than this, when that person didn't answer and just stared at my face.

However, when he suddenly burst out with an unexpected remark, I was dumbfounded.

"Look, young man. You seem to be showing off your colors a little too much. Of course, love between a man and a woman is a blessing from the heavens. It is not good to indulge in anything too much."

I wasn't the only one waiting for Cardinal Malleus to open his mouth.

Since he must have committed countless things that would be considered doctrinal offense as an executor, even that squeamish Lord Randolph was holding his breath.

When the Cardinal suddenly started to criticize my behavior in a serious tone, the atmosphere became strange in an instant.

Soon, a madness erupted from Lord Randolph.

Damn, this is a real deal. From now on, he'll keep teasing me whenever he sees my face.

"Phew! Keuhahahahahaha!"

If it were just the two of us, I would have made him shut his mouth right away, but since I was with the Cardinal, I couldn't do that.

"Your body is full of traces of the woman's love. I could have easily erased them, but judging by the fact that they left them, it seems like they really loved each other. I can only envy your youth. Even this old man was young when he was…"

"Wow! That terrifying 'massacre' turned into a lover as soon as the war ended. What a long life. If the General finds out about this, he'll be…"

The flow of conversation made me feel a sense of shame just by remaining still.

Is this the kind of trickery I've only heard about?

"Kuh, so which family's young lady is your lover?"

"Shut up, Lord Randolph."

"Kuhahahahahaha! Yes, now I can finally say that I know Lord Wolfgang. Huh?"

The resolution I had made a little while ago was meaningless, and I couldn't help but react sharply to Lord Randolph.

Because my most sensitive secret had been touched.

It was absolutely unacceptable for the relationship between the princess and me to be revealed to a high-ranking official of the intelligence agency.

If it were to reach His Majesty the Emperor's ears... wouldn't it be horrible to even imagine?

'Haa... '

I had expected that meeting two big shots who had suddenly come to visit would be a burdensome situation, but I didn't know it would go this way.

"Even though we came here with a heavy topic, wouldn't it be great if we could start the conversation with a light joke? Isn't that right?"

"Haha... That's true."

I gritted my teeth and desperately tried to control my expression, forcing a smile at Cardinal Malleus, who was making an uncharacteristically kind expression.

That old lady left me with the worst first impression.

It was truly the tyranny of the leader of the heretic inquisitors, who were rumored to be more vicious than the devil.

The thick marks that the princess left on every nook and cranny of my body this morning.

I thought it was actually an expression of affection under the guise of punishment, so I didn't pay much attention. Somehow, it turned out to be a truly terrifying punishment itself.

I hadn't even gotten to the main point yet, but my head was already spinning.

"So, why did you two, who are so busy with construction, come all the way here?"

"It was to formally request the 'active cooperation' that I mentioned in writing. Despite your hard work, unfortunately, the situation has gotten worse."

"It's as the executor said. The seeds of evil left behind by that foolish soul who held the hands of both the traitor and the devil have sprouted, and the will of the heavens and the order of the empire are threatened at the same time."

How could he blurt out such a bombshell statement in such a calm tone?

Indeed, it was an important matter for the two big shots to come here in person.

"I see... Then what should I do?"

And, I had to properly pay for the karma left by my past foolishness.

If I had captured Pietro and sent him away, the Counterintelligence Bureau or the Inquisition would have taken over his life and taken care of his suffering by now.

Or maybe the two people in front of me were struggling together, holding each other's heads.

'Damn it...'

If I had made the right judgment at that time, this wouldn't have been an incident that would have been pushed upon me, a mere knight commander.

I should have noticed this was not a trivial matter from the beginning and quickly brushed myself off, but I failed to do so, and my nose was completely pierced.

Who should I blame? It's all my fault.

"Well, the situation isn't that bad right now. It's because of your efforts that we were able to catch them."

"Let me add one thing. According to the information that the priests and paladins risked their lives to gather, there is a clear connection between the two giants."

"Huh?!"

So, the northern puppet government and the devil worshippers joined hands?

Oh my. How long has it been since the war ended for something like this to happen already?

No, from their perspective, they probably took advantage of the chaotic gap in the post-war recovery process.

As expected, those vicious and persistent northerners couldn't surrender easily. They were talking about surrender in front of me, but behind my back, they were sharpening their poison-soaked knives.

"How fortunate that our Lord Wolfgang is the key witness. We already needed elites who could move on the surface, and I can trust you and the unit you lead."

"This old man has also heard enough about the fame of Lord Wolfgang, the only disciple of the general and a war hero. Please lend a helping hand in driving the rebellious hordes out of this land."

This was a matter that could not be avoided.

How could I refuse when he said that?

I also had a huge grudge against the North Korean bastards.

I absolutely could not forgive them.

If they ever reach out to this land again, I must cut off their hands.

By the way, those two.

They've been giving and receiving since a while ago. Is there some kind of common ground between the leaders of the groups in charge of gloomy and unpleasant work?

"Please tell me specifically how we should proceed. If we have to dispatch troops, how many should we dispatch? If we have to dispatch, when?"

"Compress the best of the best and as few as possible. There's no need to move a lot of people. We have to move together with our side. Let's say we have about ten days to prepare?"

"The sect has decided to dispatch one bishop, several senior priests, and experienced heresy inquisitors for this operation. The detailed personnel composition is..."

That's how I sat down with the dark-haired men for a long time, devoting myself to making a joint operation plan.

Anyway, who on earth should I bring with me?

Even if we were to take the vice-captain and the white captains, the lower-ranking personnel were the problem.

There are a few faces that come to mind right away, but they all have some flaws.

'No, no.'

However, thinking back, it was a foolish worry.

You shouldn't have doubts about whether you can trust your subordinates. The more important the task, the more this should be.

Although we've only been together for a short time, we've already experienced real battles with new subordinates.

Now, the Black Lion Knights are no longer the ragtag group they were before I came.

I trust my subordinates.

"Well, please take care. It was nice to meet you, a close friend after such a long time. See you next time."

"This old man will also take his leave now. Unfortunately, I won't be able to help you directly, but instead, you will have trustworthy and faithful priests with you."

After the long strategy meeting, the two of them returned to where they came from.

The vice-captain, who was performing the captain's duties in my stead, came running with an anxious expression.

"Captain! What on earth is going on? Those people are definitely..."

"It's a bit serious, but not urgent. They didn't come here because of something bad. So don't worry."

"Ha... Is that so? I was worried that you might be having a hard time, Captain."

"You've definitely had a hard time."

Perhaps because of the joke he added at the end, Vice-Captain Agnes's expression turned worried.

Looking at it this way, her face is really as dense as a cat's. The princess's face and other aspects... give her a puppy-like feel.

"Captain? Do you have something to say?"

After spending a long time with the dark old men, I took in her beauty, which felt particularly refreshing, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

The Vice-Captain must join this operation.

She can use both aura and imagery at the same time, so she can be considered a key force in the current Black Lion Knights.

But I couldn't just take her away like this.

The two of us had blown up our armors in the battle in Bartok County.

'Well, one set of armor...'

Since both of us have unusually large bodies, I had to order new armor as soon as possible. Even if I ordered it today, the schedule was tight.

Based on my experience from the last battle, the armor that the vice-captain was wearing was not very good.

What kind of armor is something that can be torn off with bare hands with just a little bit of force?

It would be better to take her along and make her a new set while I'm at it. That blacksmith is picky, but his skills are solid.

"Vice-captain. Do you have time after work today? I have something to tell you. It's important. I'll make sure everyone leaves work early today."

"Yes, huh?! You mean time? Yes! Of course, of course I have! If I don't have it, I'll make it!" "No, if you're busy, you don't have to force yourself to make time."

But why was the vice-captain suddenly reacting so strangely?

It was something I didn't understand.

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