I am Kurt Von Ritzburg

Confirming the deal, there was no more reason to stay back. Glenn insisted, but that man... His eyes were gleaming with much more light after learning that I was an heir of a Count. More so when he learned that the Count is Russell Von Ritzburg. My old man is working in the kingdom’s finances after all.

And what did he say? I don’t view family relations as business. My ass. In the end, that man’s core is business.

“The night is quite cold.”

The wind went on as I walked through the streets, looking at the vibrant sights. In the medieval world, the night is not as dark as it is commonly thought. More so when the place is the commercial hub of the world. The business never ends in Els Nation.

While the streets were a sight to behold, I had a maiden in the room to handle. So, I continued the legs to move towards the inn where I stayed.

“I will enter the door and then answer her with all honesty.”

Unlike my escapade using sex before, this time I was determined to face it without any tricks. That’s right. This time, it’s my showtime with Miria.

“Let’s go.”

Hoo~

With a deep breath, I built up the courage and walked up the stairs towards the room. But the problem is that this courage took the same time to die as it took to give birth. The moment I reached in front of the door, all that courage vanished, leaving me with nothing but cold feet.

“There is nothing to be afraid of. Be honest.”

That’s right. I have already decided how to deal with it. Now, looking for reasons won’t work. My face-off with my mother was an experience, making me understand how to act on such occasions.

Just remembering it made my hands calm down, and I opened the door without any more hesitation.

“Miria, are you there?”

Let’s act normal. There is no need to show that I am nervous.

She was there, packing the bags with clothes and other accessories in the subspace pouch I gifted her. Her act made me sweat. Packing bags? Where is she going?

‘Don’t tell me...’

Cough!

The engrossed maid finally noticed her master being here and turned towards him with a look to ask why he called her.

“What happened?”

“T-This…”

I called her! But what should I tell her? Should I ask her if she wants to know if I manipulated her? No! Wouldn’t that be too direct?

In the midst of all this confusion, my eyes caught the bag with clothes, and my mouth followed it to throw out a question to keep the conservation smooth and normal.

“Why are you packing clothes?”

“Huh? Isn’t it obvious? To return back.”

Where is she returning? Is she really leaving me? I should have answered instead of escaping it using sex. B-But it might be my overthinking. I should ask where she is returning to.

“R-Return back! But to where?”

“Huh? Why are you asking such obvious questions? Are you alright?”

She came near to take a note on my temperature, but I dodged her hand and asked her to answer my question.

“First, tell me. Didn’t I answer you back then? You can’t refuse me!”

“Your pettiness really astonishes me.”

“Hmph! Don’t you know? I am like that. So, tell me.”

To this point, even Miria realized that something was obviously wrong with me. I didn’t know, since I was emotionally agitated, but Miria, being a strong observer, could feel the anxiety inside me. Looking at my flustered state, the mischievous her awoke again.

There was a coincidence happening to both of us. To me, this situation was as tortuous as during my mother’s, while for Miria, it came out to be an opportunity to observe the refined, composed, and confident Kurt being flustered like any small kid, akin to the time in the cottage.

“Hmm… Let me think... Maybe…”

And then she stopped. She closed her eyes with a finger on her chin, thinking of the place where she was about to return. The more she waited, the more anxious I was.

“What maybe?!”

“Well, maybe I will return to Bluesphere.”

“What?!”

Bluesphere! Is she really leaving me?

The thought acted on me much heavier than I thought. I was on my knees, and tears came out of my eyes. By the way, those tears were the product of the hormones, alright? The body of a small kid is simply unable to handle the mental fluctuations of an adult.

The tears came out, and the mischievous Miria came to a halt after a glance. She wanted to tease, but certainly didn’t want to hurt me. She quickly threw the clothes in her hands and came running, kneeling down to match her eyes with mine.

“I am sorry. If my words somehow hurt you---"

“Miria, don’t leave me.”

“…”

Miria’s eyes widened at my words, and without much thought, her arms moved, and she hugged me. She pushed my whole face into her cleavage, and to be honest, it was the first time I was inside her cleavage and wasn’t thinking about anything lewd. Truly a wonder of the century.

A few seconds passed, and my matured mind returned. I wanted to push her away from me in reflex, but considering that I was inside her two mounds, I stayed, considering it a waste to not enjoy it. And I was also embarrassed to show my face after crying like a child in front of her.

You know, I have an image. I am Kurt Von Ritzburg, a child who acts like an adult. A mature man who has even graduated from virginity at a young age. How can I show my face after such a blunder?

But staying still also won’t work. So, I just tilted my head up from her cleavage and looked up to meet her eyes. Albeit a bit muffled, I asked her.

“So, are you leaving me?”

“I am not leaving you. Aren’t you my master? And why should I leave you?”

“I thought you were angry about that manipulative thing... I didn’t answer about it, so... but I will answer it---”

“Shhh! Be quiet. I don’t need the answer to it.”

She just pressed my head more tightly and choked me with her boobs to keep me from speaking more. I struggled and got out of it. A bit more, and I would have definitely died in it. But instead of making complaints about her actions, I just looked at her in doubt, wanting her to give an explanation for it.

“Why?”

“Hmm… Why? Well, I don’t need to know it. After all, I am living with the one I love, right? If manipulation led to all of it, then I couldn’t be happier for it.”

“You…”

Her answer truly blew my mind. This girl is fantastic. What in the hell did I do to deserve such a girl as my mistress? I just hugged her back with more strength and told her the line I should.

“Miria.”

“Hmm?”

“I love you. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

“Idiot. That’s my line. I love you too. And I also don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Her response put a smile on my face, and all tension and guilt disappeared from me. And if there was something left, that was... Revenge!

“By the way, Miria. Didn’t you tease me?”

“Well, that was...”

“You know the protocol, don’t you?”

Finding the old confident me back, Miria smiled and took the role. She opened her chest buttons, spilling out those huge mounds I loved the most, lifted up her long maid skirt, and told the lines that she should.

“Please punish this naughty maid, Master~”