[At your forceful request, Elisa's aunt stayed at the residence.]
[...]
[You spent a peaceful night.]
[In the morning, you got up.]
[You used Free Simulation.]
There was no need to judge things by profit.
This wasn't about business or making money. It was purely for physical and mental health—for pleasure.
If the uses were gone, they were gone.
He could earn them back later. But if he missed this dungeon, he wouldn't have another chance to use the Princess's honey.
In reality...
Could it even be the same thing?
They hadn't gone through life and death together. When he returned to the stables, Silas felt he might not even want to find a noble lady that much. A daughter of a regular wealthy merchant would do.
"..."
Opening his eyes, Silas patted Elisa's buttock under the blanket.
"Mmh?"
"Snowy, give me a blowjob."
"?"
"I'm very hard right now."
"Wh-What... so early in the morning, really... so..."
"..."
That's a given.
It's the last day. Don't hide what you want to do. Every moment of hesitation is a lack of respect for pure love.
"Just a blowjob, I have to prepare for the... coronation later."
"Don't worry. Just a blowjob."
"..."
Elisa endured the shame and crawled under the blanket, taking Silas's member into her mouth. Her little tongue licked it seriously.
"I lied."
"Eek?"
"..."
Because of Silas, the maid who had returned from running away stood at the door waiting for a long time with heavy dark circles and swollen eyes.
Seeing Elisa come out looking like a thief with a guilty conscience.
"Your Majesty, please wash your face. Lord Duke, this is the mouthwash prepared for you."
The maid just stared blankly with even deader fish eyes than before.
Meanwhile, Elisa's aunt had already finished washing up and was sitting at the dining table waiting.
"!"
Elisa had just finished washing up and sat in her seat preparing to eat a bit symbolically and drink some prepared blood.
Her jade foot under the table was caught.
"..."
Her face began to turn red.
What is wrong with this man?
Just woke up and he's this hard... it won't go down at all. Even though they just did it.
Could it be that last night wasn't satisfying enough?
Although she was terrified of being discovered, she still quietly moved her toes.
"..."
For Silas.
Bare feet and silk stockings felt completely different. Different types of comfort. The sensation of the pinky toe scratching.
"Michelle? Why do you seem so listless? Did you not sleep well?"
Auntie only thought it was because of the hypnosis last night that Elisa hadn't slept well.
"Mmh... a little bit."
"..."
But soon, the succubus-like sensitivity to a certain something made her realize what was happening under the table.
Young people truly are energetic and bold.
I'll just pretend I don't know.
"...Hehe. I'll go prepare the travel clothes for Her Majesty and the Lord Duke."
Dorothy didn't have such a sensitive sense of smell, but she was good at reading the room.
Cold laugh.
Just you wait.
Dare to take me as a maid. Sooner or later... there will be a time when an unprofessional woman like you slips up, and then you'll see how a maid rises to the top. Yesterday the Teacher tried to make me give up completely, so I'll do the opposite and deliberately show my heartbreak to move his compassion.
A mere Empress doesn't even know her front door has been pried open a crack by me. Small fry, even something like a footjob is done so cautiously. If it were me...
It could be said.
Four people present. Each with their own little schemes.
But the simplest was probably Silas; he was just craving jade feet and wanted a footjob. The more he thought about the obedient Elisa crawling into the covers and coming out with the corners of her mouth dripping with filth and curled hair stuck to them, the more erotic it felt.
"..."
He gave it to her.
But Elisa didn't seem to withdraw her foot just like that; she was still gently caressing it. She kept her head down, pretending to eat.
"By... By the way. Speaking of clothes, Auntie should find time to have a custom set made at the Courtesan's shop. Her craftsmanship is excellent."
"Is... Is that so? Then Auntie really must go see."
"..."
"Auntie, your face is very red."
"It might be a bit hot. Why is my little niece's face so red?"
"Eh? I-Is it? It might really be hot!"
"..."
There were only two things to do today.
First, Elisa's coronation ceremony and the conferring of titles to the new nobility. In short, after she ascends, she has to re-certify the old nobles and the new ones.
"Are all the nobles here?"
"..."
The square was packed with people.
Commoners, merchants, or small nobles not qualified for titles all watched the center quietly.
Elisa, wearing her pure white dress with a coffee-colored cape behind her, stood there holding a scepter. The scepter also seemed newly made and looked very beautiful.
"Your Majesty, all the major lords and grand nobles are here."
Actually, it should be the nobles who were able and willing to come.
There were still some far from the Holy City who didn't come. But this was enough; the trend was set.
"Let the ceremony begin."
"..."
Originally, someone from the Church should have come to crown the sacred throne. But the Church no longer existed in the Holy City.
Elisa simply skipped this step.
She took a carriage ride around the Holy City. Accepting the kneeling salutes of commoners and nobles.
Finally.
Returning to the square.
"..."
Silas personally placed the crown symbolizing power and the heirloom representing Elisa's royalty upon her head.
"I am... truly the Empress now."
She swore in a voice others couldn't hear.
"Yes, Your Majesty is not only physically cute, but your personality and everything else are also very cute."
"!"
Elisa was stunned instantly.
She almost lost her composure.
This liar!
"I'm serious. Properly crown these nobles. Don't embarrass me."
"..."
Wearing the crown, Elisa's steps became a bit heavy. But as she watched Silas return to the ranks and perform a half-kneeling salute.
She swept away her flustered mood.
What did it matter?
He was right there. And it wasn't the first time she had faced so many people.
"Nobles whose names I call, come forward."
"Leitman Wells."
"..."
Leitman stood up respectfully, walked before Elisa, and knelt again. He reached out to receive the brand-new family crest.
"I declare that you are henceforth Marquis Leitman. Your territory is divided into all areas south of the Holy City."
"...Marquis?"
Leitman was a bit shocked. He never thought he would gain such a high status.
"I will not forget what you said when the Holy City was about to fall. That you were willing to give your life for the city. And you indeed did many things. This is what you deserve."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
He bowed his head, holding the new crest. His fighting spirit burned even brighter. He would surely make his family crest more meaningful under the new regime. At the very least, he would work hard with the Duke's deeds as his model.
"..."
"Fritz Dovid."
"Eh? Me?"
The person who was still watching in the crowd of commoners was shocked to the extreme upon hearing his name.
"Yes. Although you were originally a commoner, you also killed over 20 Living Dead during the defense. I grant you the title of Viscount along with some cloth and monetary rewards. But there is no territory for now."
"Your Majesty, I never thought a commoner like me could gain a title. I cannot express in words... this is truly..."
The commoner kneeling before Elisa was incoherent with excitement.
This was also taught by Silas.
To put it bluntly, honorary titles and rewards given to commoners might stick in the craw of landed nobles, but they would tolerate it. However, for the commoners, it was seeing an emperor who was willing to look down and truly reach among them. Once the word spread, the commoners likely wouldn't care that the emperor was a woman; they would only feel there was hope for upward mobility and a reason to strive.
"..."
He read names for a long time.
After all the nobles were crowned and some outstanding commoners were picked out—besides the one just now, others like the Courtesan who made outstanding contributions to logistics were also given rewards.
"Mmh... next is, Silas."
"..."
It was clear that the Empress seemed a bit uncomfortable. She was trying her best to maintain a serious expression.
"Your subordinate is here."
Silas went over, still wondering if he should perform a kneeling salute like the other nobles.
"You don't need to kneel. Given Duke Silas's achievements, all such formalities are waived before me from now on."
"..."
Pretty sensible.
"Everyone present should have heard more or less about Duke Silas. I won't go into detail. I will let the level of contribution to the Duchy speak for itself."
"Therefore, I shall bestow upon Duke Silas the title of Prince Grand Duke."
"?"
Prince? That sounds like the close relative type drama?
"I share a slight distant relative connection with Duke Silas. But the 'Prince Grand Duke' here means that in my absence, Grand Duke Silas can be the Empress, representing me. With Grand Duke Silas's talent and achievements, do any of you have objections?"
"..."
There truly was an unwise person who looked up intending to object.
But seeing Elisa's cold gaze, they immediately shut their mouth. Who hadn't heard of the monster Duke who summoned a fireball and wiped out a horde in a second?
They wouldn't dare squeak even if given ten times the courage. To put it bluntly, Elisa was making it clear she and Silas shared the same pair of pants. But these nobles thought about it—anyway, their territories were safe, and the new regime hadn't acted against them too much. It didn't matter.
"..."
Other nobles knelt before the Empress and reached out piously to receive their crests.
But Silas was different.
Elisa walked over and took off the family heirloom that Silas had just placed on her head.
"..."
Silas took the opportunity to touch her hand.
"!"
The latter immediately withdrew it like a little rabbit, fearing Silas would truly do something lewd to her right here.
The coronation business was settled.
But Silas didn't receive a notification that the mission was complete.
Does this not count?
Could there be something else left undone? Was it not enough for these nobles to recognize Elisa as the Empress?
Silas was a bit puzzled.
But the next, even grander ceremony was already being prepared.
At the residence.
Elisa, who had just tiredly finished the coronation, was rubbing her ankles.
She took off her cape.
"What is a 'Prince Grand Duke'?"
Silas asked.
"Hmph, now everyone knows you are my loyal subordinate."
"..."
Because it was the coronation, she wasn't wearing stockings. Just short leather boots.
"Wh-What are you doing?"
"Snowy, give me some Confucian teaching (breastjob)."
"Eh? You... what is wrong with you today... why is your... mood so good."
"Because Snowy is cute."
"...The wedding is next! If you take that long again... I'll be laughed at."
"You won't."
"...Mgh."
Elisa looked around nervously to make sure the door was closed. Then she squatted before Silas and unbuttoned the front of her dress, revealing beautifully shaped white orbs.
"There's a lot of sweat..."
"It's fine. Snowy smells good."
"...Idiot."
She was shy again, imitating him by squeezing her breasts to sandwich Silas's member. With the sweat trapped there, it was actually very lubricating.
"We do it now. Later... when you come to get me. We'll sit in the carriage together, but you're not allowed to do it again... at-at night! I'll do anything!"
"Mmh."
"Eh? You didn't bully anyone today..."
"Of course I should cherish my own wife."
"Mgh... hurry up and cum!"
Elisa truly couldn't take the shame anymore and proactively stuck out her little tongue to lick the thing protruding from her breasts.
Afterward.
Silas had to confirm one thing.
Was it because the coronation requirements weren't enough, or... simply that the settlement time didn't start immediately?
The wedding.
Even in his mind, it didn't need to be so complex. But the Elisa royal family seemed to have many rituals.
It was somewhat similar to the Chinese style, requiring Silas to wait until the bell rang at exactly midnight before driving a carriage fleet prepared with various precious gifts and treasures to Leitman's residence, which served as a temporary royal palace. Then he had to go in and perform a hand-kissing rite for Elisa.
He felt it wasn't as good as a foot-kissing rite. White silk jade feet were much better.
Some of the carriages were sent by nobles wishing to flatter the Empress, while others were sent voluntarily by commoners or old friends. And Silas only put a single ring inside.
Staying in the dim room.
Silas found it stranger and stranger. He should have finished by now... since this morning, he had been constantly having sex directly with Elisa, and he was satisfied.
Was he unable to exit the game? No, as long as he went to sleep, it would turn into a Regular Simulation.
Gradually.
Silas calmed down again.
Even if there really was something else he needed to do, it didn't matter. At most, he'd just keep busy.
His mood today wasn't pure enough.
Instead of thinking about the mission, it was better to think about Elisa having finished her bath, putting on her wedding dress, and wearing white silk... waiting for him in another room.
The carriage ride around the city for the public.
That was just like a Chinese wedding, finishing the toasts and entering the bridal chamber.
"..."
Why did he always like playing with her jade feet? Back then with the nun, he hadn't picked up such a weird habit.
Whatever.
He'd know what was up after tasting more of it. If no one was watching, he'd truly turn the hand-kissing rite into a jade-foot-kissing rite. The eroticism was on a whole different level.
Dong...
The bell rang.
Silas could hear someone knocking on the door, signaling that he could depart.
However.
[You have helped Elisa gain a complete regime. She has now become the Empress, acknowledged by all the major nobles of the Duchy who personally came to the Holy City to recognize her and pay taxes.]
[The simulation has ended... You have exited the game.]
In the dim stable, Silas spat out the straw in his mouth.
In reality, not much time seemed to have passed. Ten minutes at most? After all, the blanket the maid brought over hadn't even gotten warm yet.
Dammit.
Just as I was preparing to go to the bridal chamber for real. To try a carriage-bang. And you give me edged-denial?
"..."
Silas flipped the bird to the air.
Trash game, I sentence you to a lifetime without a beautiful girl's footjob.