Around the time Rank 49 Crocell was killed in battle, the 12 nations of the human world were spending their time energetically as usual.\n
At a dome-shaped meeting hall with a high ceiling.
This place was almost in complete shambles. The complexions on the faces of the aristocrats were daunting. They may not have been raising their swords, but they were saying every possible slander they could possibly think of to the other parties. They didnât care about keeping face even remotely despite all being key retainers of the empire.
Today they were arguing over a matter related to the military system. The Imperial Princessâ Faction requested that the foreign mercenaries hired by the imperial palace should be disbanded immediately if they wished to pass their agenda. To this, the Imperial Princeâs Faction responded that this was an âextremely complex issueâ. If you were to translate this into laymanâs terms, then they were basically telling the other party to âgo fuck yourselvesâ.
In regard to this, the Imperial Princessâ Faction responded that this was âquite the unfortunate matterâ which could easily be interpreted roughly as âthen fuck offâ. Naturally, the matter regarding the military system exploded splendidly in the air. In short, the nobles shouting at each other was like the aftermath of a splendid fireworks session.
âYour wife does not have any breasts either!â
âWhat nonsense are you saying? My wife has excellent breasts, breasts that are ten times better than your wifeâs breasts. In that regard, your wife lives with an unsightly mole on her bottom.â
âWhat?â
An aristocrat with a long mustache wrinkled his forehead.
âHow do you know about that?â
A fat aristocrat then responded:
âBecause I saw it with my own two eyes. Not only have I seen it, but Iâve touched it with this very hand. Moreover, Iâve licked it with my tongue as well. What a lousy woman she was! Iâve always wondered how someone as awful as you could have an experience as sacred as marriage, but my curiosity was answered after I saw your wife. Truly a match made in heaven.â
The fat aristocrat nodded to himself. The mustached aristocratâs face became pale. I was wondering why that harlot had stopped nagging, but she was cheating on me, huhâŠâŠ?
âYour wife is nothing to write home about either. Her breasts may be large, but thatâs it. Her face isnât good at all. Furthermore, she weighs so much that I doubt any sow is as heavy as she is. She kept trying to kiss me while we were doing it, but she almost crushed me to death.â
A third party, a bald noble man intervened in the conversation. He belonged to the same faction as the mustached aristocrat. Because the mustached man seemed to be in a daze after the fact that his wife cheated on him became public, the bald man had stepped in to save him.
âA-Are you mocking my wife?â
The fat aristocratâs nostrils flared. The bald noble paid him no mind as he shrugged.
âWhat? Did you not also mock that manâs wife?â
âI request a duel!â
âAll right.â
The bald noble nodded.
âBut first have a duel with that person. The sequence would only be correct if you were to do that first.â
The Imperial Princess was watching this unfold from her upper seat. No, she wasnât watching them. She was covering her face with her hands.
Elizabeth Atanaxia Evatriae von Habsburg. She had already received the position of an earl, was referred to as an unprecedented prodigy at the age of sixteen, and was revered as the hope of the Habsburg Empire. The Imperial Princess with beautiful silver hair was, however, despairing over the current commotionâŠâŠ.
These nobles were the highest leading members of the Habsburg Empireâs government. They were all capable people who received the best possible education since they were little. In other words, they were the Habsburg Empireâs âfinestâ. Was this not a nightmare?
The empireâs supreme council was reaching its climax.\n
âNoâŠâŠtelling me to take on two opponents at once is cowardly.â
âBeing called cowardly is not an issue. I personally enjoy being called cowardly. To be honest, every time I hear the word cowardly, the area around my nipples gets tingly.â
âDear Lord, how horribleâŠâŠ. Who would have guessed that this bald man was a masochistic pervert.â
The bald noble then shouted angrily.
âDo not mock masochismâŻ!â
The other nobles who were rambling around them became startled. They all turned to look at the bald noble. The bald man was well-known for his sly tone and arrogance, but no one had ever seen him get upset. The fat aristocrat must have also been startled as he stammered.
âW-What sort of tone is that when we both have similar statuses?â
âThe person with a bad tone is you!â
The bald nobleâs head became red.
âItâs fine if you jeer at me or my wife, but I will not allow you to mock masochism!â
âE-Excuse meâŠâŠ Are you insane? Masochism or whateverâŠâŠ is that not simply the antics of degenerates!?â
The nobles around them nodded. Everyone nodded regardless of their factions. Masochism is perverted, this was an indisputable fact. This miraculous unity must have given the fat aristocrat courage as he exclaimed energetically.
âTo not only enjoy being hit by others but to feel it sexually as well? How is that not the behavior of degenerates? It is so slovenly that that man who plays with the wives of other people appear gentlemanly. No, at least there is some romance in the act of playing with other peopleâs wives! Masochism is simply a side of degeneracy!â
The other nobles nodded their heads again. Their factions didnât matter this time as well. The reason was simple. When it came to sharing their wives with each other, they all belonged in the same faction. They were male nobles and the act of hunting for other peopleâs wives was treated as an activity that befitted male nobles.
âHmph.â
The bald man didnât back down as he let out a snort.
âRomance? How ridiculous. You do not know what romance even means. You do not know what true romance is! You all most likely believe that you are living passionate lives while carrying out childish activities.â
The nobles started to stir. They looked terribly displeased. They might have been fine with their political beliefs being denied, but they absolutely would not allow someone to deny them of their sexual romances.
âDrag that bastard out!â
âHow dare you mock the supreme council of the Habsburg Empire!â
âWe must indict him for slandering our empire!â
Shouts erupted from here and there. Their heads were raised up high and their necks were red. In this dome-shaped building, only a single person, Imperial Princess Elizabeth, was gradually lowering her head. The ones slandering the supreme council of the Habsburg Empire isnât just the bald nobleman but all of you, you lustful muttsâŠâŠ.
Of course, the Imperial Princess was an exception among exceptions. The absolute majority was yelling with the intent to scalp the bald man. The bald man must have felt as if he were Socrates. Like the time the philosopher stepped forward to expose the truth in the courts of Athens. While feeling as if he were the guardian of his personal beliefsâŻâŻwith eyes that didnât have even the slightest bit of doubtâŻâŻthe bald noble spoke in a clear voice.
âMasochism, I assure you that this is the peak of sexual romances. Compared to this, extramarital affairs are below the dirt. In other words, the degenerate act of dogs. You foolish plebians! What possible meaning could extramarital affairs have besides the ruin of social laws? Love does not exist there.â
The bald man made a fist and raised it into the air. \nâThat is right. Love. Extramarital affairs are only filled with greed that is mistaken for love. On the other hand, how about masochism? In order to enjoy masochism, it is necessary to have a partner who will treat you poorly. A sadistic partner who will gladly hit, bind, and step on you. A partner like that is rare and valuableâŠâŠ. Next, consider the most fundamental part of masochism: the binding. Imagine if my hands were bound by rope right now!â
He shouted ardently. The man was overflowing with passion.
âNo matter what I do, I cannot free myselfâŠâŠMy heart pounds! That is right, being so scared that your heart pounds is the meaning of being bound. Especially if it is someone else who binds youâŠâŠthat terror would obviously be immense! To allow such a thing, to trust someone so unconditionally, no, to trust each other in such a way! This is what masochism is!â
The other nobles looked at each other blankly. Was this argument not a lot more rational than expected? They began to listen to the bald man more. He was going with the flow.
âEveryone has a desire to be tormented. Everyone wishes for someone else to conquer them and we also long for someone to violate us until we become messesâŠâŠAm I wrong, you hypocrites!?â
He is right. The nobles of Habsburg who were more honest about their sexual desires than anyone else nodded their heads. He is right, I say. I also occasionally wish for someone to pound me from behind like a beast. To be able to feel that heavy weight on my entire bodyâŠâŠa certain earl muttered quietly to himself with a dreamy gaze. He didnât realize that the duke next to him had heard him and was shocked.
âWhy do we feel delighted about respecting the law? Why do we listen to the acclamation of our conscience when we follow ethics? Why would we feel such things if it werenât for our innate sadistic and masochistic tendencies? I will solemnly declare right now that, similar to how all ethics have a little masochism in them, there is a little ethics in masochism as well! Listen to your partnerâs eager requests and gladly hit their rear. If this is not love and respect, then I do not know what is!â
The fat aristocrat fell back on his seat.
âI-ImpossibleâŠâŠ. Are you telling me that I have been wrong all this time? Masochism is not immoral, but love insteadâŠâŠ?â
The corners of the bald manâs mouth lifted up.
âThat is correct. Masochism is the zenith of all sexual romances! You are the pervert for calling this act, that is so filled with love, perverted. You are truly pitiful. You are truly pitiful for not knowing what love is.â
The meeting room filled with applause.
The other nobles were touched by the bald manâs speech. They felt incredibly satisfied because they were able to listen to such an excellent debate for the first time in a long while, especially with a sexual topic like this. There were even people who were rating this as the greatest speech they had ever heard in the supreme court in recent times. Solely, solely the Imperial Princess alone had to hold her aching head.
âI-I cannot accept this.â
The fat aristocrat who was abruptly turned into a pervert by a pervert trembled. He murmured.
âMasochism is not the peak of sexual romances.â
âHmph, it seems the defeated is trying to struggle till the bitter end.â
âNo! I understand your genuine mindset of pursuing sexual romances. I give you my sincerest respect in that regardâŠâŠ. However, I cannot accept that masochism is the peak.â
The bald noble furrowed his brows.
âYou cannot accept it? Hah. Are you saying that something like cheating on your spouse is the highest act? That is quite the peak you have there.â
âWrong!â
The fat aristocrat shouted in anger.
âThe peak of sexual romances is incest! Especially the incestual love shared warmly between brother and sisterâŻâŻ!â
âŠâŠ.
The meeting hall froze.
\nââŠâŠCharles.â
The Imperial Princess called out to the knight who was standing behind her. The knight didnât respond. He had also been moved by the speech and was applauding fervently. It wasnât until the Imperial Princess called out to him once more that he regained his senses.
âCharles.â
âHuh? Y-Yes! Your Excellency!â
âDrag those fools out of here right this instant.â
The knight named Charles seemed troubled by this order.
âUhmâŠâŠYour Excellency. One of them is an influential person of our faction.â
âDo you think I am not aware of that?â
Elizabeth let out a dejected laugh. Her eyes looked as if she had given up on everything. No matter how you looked at it, it wasnât an expression that a 16-year-old should make, but it suited her perfectly.
âNo, I wish I did not knowâŠâŠ. For a man who had a homosexual and incestual relationship to be an influential member of the Imperial Princessâ Faction. If the people from the church were to find out about this, they would most likely strip down and start dancing. They might designate today as an anniversary. Charles. Batter those fools.â
âUhmâŠâŠwith my bare hands, Your Excellency?â
The Imperial Princess shook her head firmly.
âNo. With a cudgel.â
âA-As Your Excellency commands.â
Charles bowed. He then promptly approached the culprits behind the ruckus. They were grabbed by their collars. They were dragged away as everyone else could only let out a confused âhuh?â. The two nobles couldnât resist the strength of a knight as they were dragged out of the meeting hall helplessly.
âGuaaaaaah!â
âKuhaa, kuhaaaak!â
Cutthroat screams could be heard from outside the meeting room. It was a gruesome sound. Beads of sweat began to form on the foreheads of the nobles that remained in the conference room. The awe and love that had wrapped around them a moment ago were long gone and a cold northern wind took their place.
The knight returned shortly after. He went back to standing behind the Imperial Princess as if nothing had happened. There was blood on his right cheek, but there was no one brave enough to point it out.
The Imperial Princess spoke.
âLet us proceed to the next matter on the agenda. The Black Death.â
The nobles nodded their heads enthusiastically.
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TL note: Thanks for reading the chapter. I mentioned it before, but Iâm already back to the DD WN because the recent chapter of Handholding was pretty short. Furthermore, this section of DD is also relatively short, so I figured itâd be fine to come back to this real quick before returning to Handholding.
Nothing much else to say, so Iâll see you guys on the next release.