[Yesterday, you visited the former Courtesan's shop and confirmed the status of the custom-made dresses.]
[...]
[You have engaged Free Simulation.]
An entire day yesterday, if condensed into a Regular Simulation, would only be worth a single sentence.
Silas was thinking. If he just went to sleep now without choosing a Free Simulation, the game would probably just pop him out.
From a value perspective.
Free Simulations could certainly be used for much greater purposes than being wasted on carnal desires.
"..."
The warm body beside him stirred. Eyelashes flickered, and a sliver of light entered her eyes.
After their pleasure, Elisa hadn't put on any clothes and had fallen straight asleep. Her body was still sticky even now.
"Don't worry, I already gave the dress to Dorothy to wash."
"!"
"How could you give it to her! It's going to have even weirder smells on it now!"
Despite being the Empress, she scrambled out of bed over such a small matter, streaking toward the bathroom.
"Dorothy, where is my dress?! You didn't do anything strange with it, did you?!"
"..."
"Princess Elisa, why aren't you wearing any clothes?"
"Eh?"
"I didn't do anything strange. I just smelled it and flicked my bean against the table for a while. I know that in this house, the table corner is the only thing I'm allowed to use. I have self-awareness."
"You... you... ah! Why am I still...?"
"Perhaps it's because you and the Teacher were too lost in each other last night. Thank you for your gift; I've had a difficult yet wonderful night as well."
"..."
Silas felt a very ordinary sensation.
Home.
Even though it was the old site of the Academy, it felt more like a nest than before.
It couldn't be called a waste of a Free Simulation.
It was worth it.
Alright. Time to get up and do some real business.
"It's all your fault! Dorothy saw everything!"
"Doesn't she usually see everything when she brings your clothes into the bathroom anyway?"
"It's different! Your... stuff is still dripping down my thighs! It's all your fault!"
"..."
She really did enjoy biting people.
"Real business."
In reality, that just meant watching from the side while Elisa handled her official duties.
"Therefore, I believe Your Majesty should consider lightening the tax burden slightly."
"Currently, most nobles are exhausted just from using the 'tumbleweed' and 'fire' methods proposed by the Duke to drive the Living Dead from their territories. The losses they've sustained are immeasurable."
"..."
Sitting below them was a female noble Silas didn't recognize.
From what he gathered from Elisa, it seemed her entire family was gone, and she had temporarily inherited the title of Countess.
"Taxes can be waived for this year. But next year, we must follow the tax laws I prescribe."
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Majesty. I believe all nobles will revere you from the bottom of their hearts. Also... regarding the matter of expelling the Church from our lands."
"Ah... ugh."
"Your Majesty?"
"The Church? Are there still remnants left?"
"The ones remaining are just insignificant, useless ordinary nuns or priests. Some of them even contributed to the peace of their territories..."
"Mmh... regardless, the Roman Church cannot remain in my country. If they have other beliefs, it doesn't matter. Hah..."
"Your Majesty? You seem to be panting... is your health alright?"
"..."
Across the desk, Elisa was trying her absolute best to remain composed. Fortunately, because of the upcoming coronation, she had only been meeting nobles at the door to receive reports, rather than granting full audiences.
But this was too much!
She was still speaking.
His hand reached into her clothes. Reaching in was one thing... but he pushed aside her bra and began kneading her breasts with increasing recklessness.
"P-Perhaps the weather has turned cold recently, and I've caught a bit of a chill."
"A chill? My family ancestors were physicians; may I examine Your Majesty?"
"!"
Examine what?!
This lecher had already started sucking her nipple with his mouth. No matter how much she pinched him, it was useless.
"No. It's likely a minor matter; thank you for your concern, dear subject. You may return to notify your territory about the tax waiver."
"..."
The female noble finally left.
Elisa let out a massive sigh of relief, gritting her teeth and glaring at Silas, who was still buried in her chest sucking on her cherry like a child.
"You clearly said you came to help me check if there were problems with my policies!"
"Instead... mgh, you do this!"
"..."
Silas looked up. "I already told you. Tax the commoners and nobles separately in the future—even 50% is fine. Propose conditions they can't accept, then immediately say half will be returned at the end of the year. That's the middle ground. Also, population. There aren't many people in the Holy City now, but be prepared for a population explosion. There are dividends to harvest, but you must be ready for the risks."
"Then why didn't you keep talking... as soon as someone came, you started doing lewd things."
He was still licking.
It wasn't like milk was going to come out.
Knock, knock.
"Your Majesty. I have a report regarding trade."
"..."
Someone else was here.
"!"
But this time, he locked the door instantly and pulled her onto the desk.
"Your Majesty?"
"Elisa went out. Only I am here. If you have something to say, say it."
"..."
It was an acquaintance this time.
Leitman.
"Lord Duke? Perfect, I brought a bottle of fine wine to give to you later. Mmh? Why is the door locked?"
"Oh, I'm helping Elisa pack some things. Some are royal secrets that shouldn't be seen."
"Is that so? Then I'll just stand by the door and tell you about the trade matters, and visit you again later. By the way, since my wounds healed, I've wanted to test my skills. Does the Lord Duke have time to instruct my swordsmanship? Or flintlocks. I never imagined these little trinkets would be so much more useful than a sword."
"No problem."
"..."
Seeing Silas drop his trousers, Elisa bit down hard on his shoulder.
She was truly panicking.
"I'm heartbroken. Ever since Snowy became Empress, she's no longer as obedient as before, saying she'd help me with her hands."
"..."
I did not!
There's someone right outside!
Only when Silas's member pressed against the entrance of her honey pot did she realize she'd been tricked. In that split second when she didn't clamp her thighs, he went straight in.
"Hah-wu!"
He hit her soft heart.
The moment a sound almost escaped her, she bit Silas's shoulder with all her might.
God knows how long Leitman's report lasted. After finishing, he even started talking about his recent romance with a commoner girl.
He finally left.
Elisa's desk was also stained with a bit of filth, becoming wet.
"I hate you!"
She was genuinely angry.
"..."
But after fuming to herself for a while, she resentfully took him into her mouth. She treated it entirely like filling her stomach while cleaning up.
This was revenge.
It was different from simply making him comfortable.
"..."
Silas didn't tease her for too long.
During a Regular Simulation, unless he immersed himself in every sentence, time would fly by.
But now, using a Free Simulation, standing firmly on the ground, it still felt very fast.
In the Holy City.
Because the news of Elisa's formal coronation and her marriage to the Duke had spread, lanterns and decorations were everywhere.
"Is that the Lord Duke?"
"Hey, do you think... after the Duke marries the Empress, can he still take concubines?"
"Shh, don't talk nonsense. The relationship between the Empress and the Duke... isn't like those noble lords. I'm a veteran of the Holy City."
"..."
Concubines?
Although the rules of the Middle Ages were different from his previous life, Silas had thought about his transformation from a stable hand to a high-ranking figure—maybe he should get a whole maid dance troupe.
But at least here, there was no need.
He bought some decorations and flower pots to bring home.
"..."
Dorothy seemed to have finished her chores. She was sitting at the door with dead-fish eyes.
"Teacher."
"A guest is looking for you. A woman with very large breasts."
"..."
A guest?
Silas walked into the house. He easily saw the blonde woman sitting on a stool. Just as Dorothy said, her breasts were indeed massive—probably a G-cup.
She looked to be about 30 years old.
"You must be the Duke rumored to have eliminated those puppets of the Church?"
"First time meeting. By relation, I am Elisa's aunt. Her mother's sister."
The woman stood up, her confident eyes flickering with a faint green light.
"..."
Silas paused. "First time meeting, and you're trying to hypnotize me?"
"Eh?"
The woman was stunned, unconsciously placing her hands over her chest and taking two steps back.
[You discover a woman claiming to be Elisa's aunt looking for you.]
[She attempts to hypnotize you but fails.]
[You decide to...]
[CRITICAL CHOICE TRIGGERED]
[Option 1: Pin her by her breasts to control her, humiliate her ruthlessly, and demand she elope with you. Wait to see Elisa's reaction later.]
[Option 2: Pin her by her breasts to control her, humiliate her ruthlessly, and interrogate her about her true identity. Wait to see Elisa's reaction later.]
[Engaging Free Simulation.]
Silas's mouth began to twitch.
Either of these choices was damn weird. Based on the fact that she could use hypnosis, Silas felt the "Aunt" part might be real.
A Free Simulation was certainly safer.
But wasting it on this was truly a loss.
Blame this trash game.
He wasn't into that kind of drama.
[You chose Option 2.]