Hero Manufacturing Machine - Intermission - Subjugation of Orcs - Chapter 16

"Would you like to dance for a song?" Afterwards, I was invited to dance by the young ladies who were the highlight of the party. "Yes, I'd be happy to dance with you." I responded in a carefree mood. Compared to my brothers, I have little experience in social situations, but I am still a prince. I've been drilled with etiquette and dancing to the point of being sick of it. So ballroom dancing is also a piece of cake for me. The women of this country prefer strong men. Appearance-wise, they'd expect a man with brown skin, a good physique, and a fine beard. I'm the polar opposite of that ideal.

Still, the fact that I was able to defeat the magic swordsmen in an instant seemed quite attractive to them. Well, no matter how good-looking a man is, a man who can't protect you in an emergency is worthless.


These women who have set their sights on me are probably doing the right thing as living beings.


I'm not so stupid that I don't notice the gazes of those staring at me with disgust and displeasure.


"Just because he’s a bit skilled, to be smitten with such an effeminate man…"


"Such a young man who can’t even grow a decent beard…!"


"The ladies seem to be very curious about a foreign prince. Being captivated by him is probably just a temporary fever." I can hear such jealous words, as if they're not amused by the fact that an outsider is receiving such passionate stares from the ladies.


I pretend not to hear them, as I don't have time to deal with them one by one. Facial Hair is apparently standard equipment for attracting women in this country, but that doesn't matter to me, as I'm not from this country. Well, I do socialize with the women who flock to me, but I don't intend to do anything more than that.


I'm officially here in my position as a prince, and I've brought my own companions for the night. There's no need to go out of my way to find a companion.


The party is in full swing. The party comes to a close with a passionate dance befitting the desert people.



Late at night. Needless to say, my original duty was waiting for me. "Ahhh...! Lord Eucharlouch...!" A sweet cry echoed through the room. Amidst the sweet scent, our skin pressed together, and I completed my original job. And so my day came to an end.





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