I'm Eucharlouch BraveLord.
Commonly referred to as Charles.
A special being chosen by God. I wouldn't go so far as to say that, but it is certain that I come from a fairly blessed lineage.
First of all, let me tell you about myself.
My family is a royal family, in addition to that, I am also a blood relative of the so-called hero. And I am the youngest inheritor. Therefore, there is no doubt that I have a stronger body and magical potential than a normal human. In addition, there are countless secret techniques called "Brave Arts'' and special magic that is passed down only to the blood relatives of the hero. As soon as you are born into this family, you already have an advantage over everyone else.
By the way, I go by the nickname "Charles" as my birth name is confusing. It was difficult to distinguish it from "Hero" in "Yusha", and "Lelouch" is my father's name, so 'Charles' was chosen as a result of a process of elimination, which is a very passive reason.
My mother, who loved my father very much, forcibly twisted the word "Lelouch" into my name.
My name is so long because of this infatuation. I feel bad for my late mother who gave me the name, but I personally don't like this name very much. ...Let's get back on topic.
Next is my appearance. I have silver hair and red eyes that I inherited from my mother, and although I have a good-looking face, I also look so androgynous that I am sometimes mistaken for a woman.
My father, the king, says that I look a lot like my mother, and I think so too. I am not tall, but I am about as tall as anyone else, I have a small face and long arms and legs.
It's not just me being conceited, but it's safe to say that I'm blessed with good looks.
My family is of course powerful because we are royalty.
And because we are powerful, we are able to marry beautiful and talented women from generation to generation, so our appearance becomes more refined with each passing generation.
Because of this, it is quite natural that I am good looking.
Although they may be some that are both better looking or inferior to each other, my brothers (or rather, my deceased brothers) and my sisters are all beautiful in appearance.
Next, let's talk about this world.
Although there is no such thing as a "Demon Lord" in the current world, it is still a dangerous world where monsters such as orcs and ogres run rampant on a daily basis.
The reason why the royal family can stand tall is because they protect the common people who have no way to protect themselves from such threats. Otherwise, they would not be willing to pay taxes, which are not cheap, to someone who does not provide them with any benefits. Currently, the area of the world owned by humans is truly tiny.
If we can open up uncharted lands by defeating monsters, we may be able to discover nutritious crops that no one has ever seen before, or rare minerals that can be used to make more powerful weapons.
If we can seize the territories controlled by monsters, people's lives will become better.
Defeating monsters as much as possible is the way to win the race for survival and to have human beings prosper.
That's why it is an urgent task for humans to nurture as many people as possible who can defeat monsters.
As the youngest of ten siblings, all of whom are half-siblings, I have been able to do as I please without having to contend for the throne or power, but an unusual emergency has occurred: all of my older brothers have died.
Although my father, the king, is still alive and well, this is a major family event.
Hearing that he has ten wives might make you think that he is a lecher, but the father I know is far from that image and is a king worthy of the bloodline of the hero.
I can say with certainty that he is one of the most respectable people I know.
In order to keep the lineage of heroes alive, he had to have children with so many wives out of obligation.
My mother confided in me that she was the only one who had a purely romantic relationship with him, out of all his wives.
When I asked my mother what she was most happy to receive from my father, she replied that it was me, so she must have really loved him.
My mother had always been physically weak, and doctors had told her that it would be difficult for her to have children, let alone give birth to any.
My father, knowing my mother's physical weakness, was reluctant to have a child with her.
My father did not seek a physical relation from my mother, but only a purely spiritual connection.
However, with my mother's strong wish, they tried to make a child, and she got pregnant after one try.
The child born at that time was me. That in itself is like a miracle, but it certainly shortened my mother's lifespan by a considerable amount.
My mother passed away in her sleep, still beautiful, when I was in my early teens. Even though she was happy that I was born, she still had some regrets about leaving me alone. Although my father was happy about my birth, I think he often regretted it, although he didn't say it out loud.
That's how I was called back and entrusted with a mission.
I was given a single mission: to have as many children as possible by embracing women who are excellent warriors or magicians.
My father, the king, is not yet old, but he worked too hard when he was young and my mother, the only woman he ever loved with all his heart, died prematurely, so he became incapable of procreating at a relatively early stage.
Even if it were possible, there would be concerns that the king would be too old and his offspring would be of poor quality.
In addition, although many of my older brothers had children, many of them were girls, and the boys are not yet old enough to have children. I'm sure the oldest was about ten years old.
The adult age is 13, and the age to get married is 15, so they haven't reached that point yet, and I'm the only man left who is old enough to have children in the direct line.
That's why the responsibility fell to me.
After all that, tonight will be my first official job as a breeding horse. More than two months have passed since I returned home. The season has entered spring, and I don't need to wear heavy winter clothes anymore.
It is no longer unusual to find days where I can comfortably spend the day with only a jacket on.
In this season of warm sunshine, I was about to start my first job.
Blue, white and gold.
Dressed in the traditional garb of the heroic bloodline, I waited for tonight's partner to arrive in the bedroom which now doubles as my workplace.
It wasn't long before the time came, and my partner for tonight's breeding is brought before me.
The person before me is a knight, a suitable partner for the first night. The female knight is a popular character in books for adult men. They have a reputation for being easily corrupted by pleasure.
It seems to be a man's romance to see a female knight who usually behaves dignifiedly behave in a lewd manner.
Thinking about that, I open my mouth.
"I'm sure you already know this because it was explained to you in advance, but I'd like to introduce myself."
With that in mind, I continued.
"My name is Eucharlouch Bravelord, you might’ve heard about me from rumors, such as a foolish prince living a life of debauchery. However, I am the only one in our family that is fit to become a breeding horse currently. I may be a foolish prince, but I can properly make children so don’t worry."
Her reaction to my informal greeting was cold.
"Nice to meet you, my name is Iona Cucorose. As you can see, I am an appointed knight of the kingdom. Please to make your acquaintance."
She obviously gave a formal greeting.
She is probably 20 years old. Our age is pretty close to each other.
She has blonde hair and blue eyes, her long hair is pulled back in a ponytail.
She has almond-shaped eyes that twinkle, a beautifully straight nose, and strong-willed lips.
Her limbs are long and slender.
Her outfit is a knee-length skirt with a single line on a blue background, and long white boots that emphasize the length of her already long legs.
So far so good.
The problem is the upper body.
She was wearing bright armor with white on a blue background, and no matter how I looked at her, she didn't look like the woman who came to be embraced by me. It's like she's declaring war against me in her own way.
Yeah, that's good. I love strong-willed women like this.
She doesn't overtly insult me, but her eyes say more eloquently than anything else, "I don't approve of you.''.
As a blood relative of a hero, she must have been clearly disappointed in my appearance, which was probably much more effeminate than she expected.
I think I'm a good-looking person, but I'm thin.
She seems to know that I am wearing a sword, but as someone who uses the same weapon, I am probably seen as inferior than her.
For that reason, it seemed to her that I was not qualified to be her man.
"That look on your face shows that you don’t like the idea of being held by me." I begin without skating around the topic. "No, this is also my mission." Although she says so, she doesn't seem convinced.
Although her role is voluntary, even if she doesn't like me, once she has accepted it, I guess she can't back out. It is completely natural for a warrior to not want to have children unless the person is better than themselves. I decided to remove her concerns. "If you're dissatisfied with me, we can duel. If I don't meet your expectations, you can go home. Of course, I won't blame you for that." "!" For a moment, Iona shows a surprised face.
It was a face that thought that royalty would only make unilateral demands without caring about the feelings of the other party.
The king I know isn't that kind of person, however I know a few of my brothers who had that kind of attitude.
So it's not surprising that she has that impression of royalty.
"Are you sure you won't mind?"
She asked. She seems to have a lot of confidence in her own skills.
"Of course I'm sure of it. Otherwise, what's the point?"
That's why I went to the small training hall for my exclusive use.
Since this is my personal space, it is forbidden to anyone except me and those I have authorized to enter.
Basically, there will be no unnecessary interference.
Inside the room, there are many personal items that I have collected for my training.
And on the wall were rows of wooden swords for training that would be used in the future.
"Choose whatever you like. I'll use whatever you choose." "You're quite fair." Iona expressed her thoughts upon hearing my words. My proposal seemed surprising to her. "You won't be satisfied if I win by cheating, right? Only If I win fair and square." I say with full confidence. "That's a lot of confidence."
"If I don't even have confidence in myself, I doubt anyone would want to have a child with my seed. Afterall I have a responsibility to shape the future of this country."
Of course, the benefits are great, but if I hadn't put myself in this environment, I wouldn't have been chosen as a breeding horse. I was a self-indulgent person, I am aware of that. "Then, let me put your words to the test. It will take some time, I hope that's fine." "Ah, it's an honor to wait for a beautiful woman like you." Ignoring my casual remarks, she calmly chose a sword after a while.
"This sword is for you. I will borrow this one." "You're so honest, I think I'll fall in love with you." I answered while accepting the sword.
What she handed me is a wooden sword equal to what she has.
It seems that she wants to go against me in equal terms.
"If you think so, you must be quite a schemer yourself."
"What makes you think so?"
I asked, curious.
"All the wooden swords here may look the same, but they are all different except for the one you and I have."
She stated.
As she said, there were a variety of swords, from heavy ones that an ordinary swordsman could not even swing properly due to their magic power, to ones that were intentionally made easy to break, to ones that were made strong with magic power but light as a feather, regardless of whether they were as heavy as a boulder or stone.
She could have given me something that was advantageous to herself and something that was disadvantageous to me.
The fact that She didn't do that is a pass as a knight, but she fails as someone who is in charge of the future of the country.
As long as there is something to protect behind us, we should prioritize the practical interests of the country rather than our own pride.
If you ask me, it's incredibly arrogant to throw away advantageous conditions. If you can get advantageous conditions, you should enjoy it. If it increases your chances of winning even slightly, you should use whatever it is. I can't understand why she wants to live up to her chivalrous spirit, battle isn't such a holy thing.
Even though I was thinking such things, I still liked her the way she was.
"Isn’t this what you were planning, to use this to know my discernment and competitive mindset?"
"I think I'm starting to like you more and more. I don't hate smart women."
"You seem to be good with words, although I don't know about swords.''
After stopping there, Iona continues.
"If I chose something that was more favorable to me, weren’t you planning on using that as an excuse to win by default?"
That seemed to be one of the reasons why she chose the same wooden swords.
Well, I think because of her personality, she wanted an even match even if that wasn't the case.
"I'm not that narrow-minded, and no matter what sword you chose, I'll definitely win."
I said it again, full of confidence.
"You're very confident. Let's get started, shall we?" In response, she says, looking astonished. She seems to think of me as a man who only pays lip service with our interactions so far. "Before that, just one thing." I began with a serious look on my face.
"What is it?"
Iona responds quietly.
"Take it off."
*Glare*
I couldn't help but have the illusion that I could hear such a sound. The moment I said that, Iona gave me a look of complete contempt. It would be a reward if I had a special sexual tendency, but unfortunately, I don't have that kind of inclination.
"What's with those eyes? I'm talking about armor, your armor. It wouldn't be fair if you were wearing such heavy armor." It seems like words weren't enough. While Iona is wearing armor, I'm only wearing clothes. This is hardly a fair match. "No, I am also proud to be a knight, so I can't take off my armor on the battlefield. Besides..." "And?"
"My body is a precious gift to be given in marriage, it would be unbearable if I became damaged goods due to your careless sword."
"You can't trust the idiot prince's sword skills, huh? Well then, let's start by getting you to change your perception."
"I'd love to see it if I could, perhaps at a later date."
This time, I prepare my wooden sword and face her. Iona took a basic stance with the blade pointed at my eyes, and since it was battle against a human, I took the "Concealed Blade'' stance as usual. Iona probably only sees the wooden sword I have as a dot. From her point of view, the stance I'm taking is nothing but strange. "That's a stance I've never seen before. Is that a stance from the famous hero's secret techniques, the 'Brave Arts'? It's a feast for the eyes to see something so rare."
I'm not sure whether she saw the stance of "Concealed blade'' as evil or immature, but she said it as if she were making fun of it. She must have learned proper sword techniques as a knight, so it's no wonder she thinks so.
"I'm honored to receive your compliment, but it's not. The hero's secret technique, the Brave Arts, is not a skill that can be shown off so easily." "I guess you are underestimating me. You'll regret it if you don't use it from the beginning, you know?" She said this in a provocative manner, perhaps as a warning.
She really is a strong-willed woman.
I'm liking her more and more.
"I'll let you see it if I need it. If you want to see it that much, try backing me into a corner." I replied strongly as if in return for the provocation.
In that moment.
"I will!"
*Boooah!*
Saying that, she slashed at me with tremendous force.
It was fast.
It is hard to believe that this is a woman's slash.
I've found another thing to appreciate about this female knight.
Still, my reaction speed isn't so slow that I can't dodge it. *Kaa!* However, I dare to take the blow. Because I want to confirm the weight of Iona's slash.
"Oh, yeah." That's why, while lightly parrying that good blow, I opened my mouth as if I just remembered something. "There are two points I would like to correct in what you said earlier."
"Oh, what points?"
*Shun!*
She made a blow using her whole body, but I didn’t receive it, she showed a somewhat surprised look when I parried it lightly, but she immediately performed the next attack.
She is quick thinking, she also has a lot of courage.
I was more impressed with that than with her ability.
But even so, Iona's sword doesn't catch me.
"You're going to be impregnated with my child tonight (so you don't have to worry about not being able to marry)."
*Kaa!* I continued speaking while flicking her wooden sword away.
"My hands will never become careless."
I smiled fearlessly as I pointed the tip of my sword at Iona's throat, who had an expression of shock that was incomparable to before.
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