Chapter 163: Is the Queen Inviting Me?

The next morning, it was time for the Queen’s morning walk.

Last night’s night shift was Linda. When I told her I needed to collect semen twice, she shouted,

"There won’t be any left for me—!!"

Well, it couldn’t be helped. The maids’ portions took priority over Linda’s. I carefully told Linda that "greed is a sin," but in the end the two nighttime extractions went to the Queen and the maids, while the early-morning one went to Linda.

I wondered if being squeezed this much would make me look exhausted, but that didn’t seem to be the case at all. Thinking about it, back in middle school in my previous life, I used to masturbate from morning until night on days off... well, maybe I’m exaggerating a little. But it was roughly like that. Compared to then, I feel like I can still produce plenty more. In my previous life the material was two-dimensional, but now it’s real women who will do anything, touch me, and show me everything.

Anyway, putting those unnecessary thoughts aside — today the maids’ steps were light as well. Even their expressions were different.

In no time at all we reached the short rest in the garden. First the Queen drank. The maids stared intently. Then when I took out the glass containing the semen for the maids, they quickly produced their own personal glasses. Since this was the second extraction and the original amount was small, I had diluted it in advance with mana water. If this still works, wouldn’t my semen be called divine liquid? Well, probably not. ℴℴ𝘮

As I poured into each glass in turn,

"Ah!"

voices spilled out. They were comparing the amounts with the neighboring glasses. I didn’t think there was that much difference, but for the maids it seemed to be a serious issue — all four of them lined the glasses up and compared them. It couldn’t be helped. I adjusted so the amounts were as even as possible, but I had the feeling the glasses themselves were slightly different shapes. Was that okay?

Then the maids took their glasses, put a sip in their mouths, and in perfect unison declared,

""""It’s biiitterrr—!!""""

Of course it was. The Queen was laughing.

"Good medicine tastes bitter!!"

one of the maids said, and the other three nodded and finished the rest. One of them tried to lick the glass and was checked by the Queen’s eyes.

"It kind of smells fishy, but will this make my skin glowing and smooth tomorrow too?"

one of the maids muttered in a small voice. The others joined in,

"That’s right, it’s the secret ’youth-rejuvenating medicine’!"

"I’m looking forward to tomorrow!"

"Ufufu, I’ll show off tomorrow!"

They were speaking in voices they thought I couldn’t hear, but it was perfectly audible. The Queen just gave a bitter smile. Well, she was steadily drinking it herself, so she had composure. And she knew exactly what the youth-rejuvenating medicine was made of.

After that, I performed the usual foot massage. When I accidentally started humming the song again, the maids quietly joined in.

"Your Majesty, is anything different? Is there any effect from what you drank?"

When I asked, she replied,

"Robin-sama, it’s completely different. Ufufu, the effect is so good that I almost wish you would stay here forever — it’s troubling!"

The maids nodded as well.

"Men may not notice, but women are different. Just a slight difference in skin moisture is noticeable, and the way makeup sits is different. It’s all thanks to your medicine, Robin-sama! I’ve improved so much that I don’t know who to show it to. If I were ten years younger, I would have summoned His Majesty and shown him, but that’s impossible now. What should I do?"

The Queen spoke with a seductive sidelong glance.

Was that an invitation? Was she telling me to come? If she says something like that, I’ll start overthinking it. Is it okay?

Reflecting my wavering heart, the sensual massage on the Queen’s legs was stronger and longer than usual. Even though Linda had thoroughly drained me last night, my cock had become hard. So when I stood up, it was extremely unnatural, and the Queen stared steadily at my crotch.

When the walk time ended, the Queen called out to me.

"Robin-sama, please follow me."

An invitation? I thought, but the tone was stiff and command-like, which bothered me.

Still, worrying about it wouldn’t help, so I followed behind the Queen. We passed through the Rear Palace and entered the Royal Palace. This area was part of the Queen’s usual walking route that we had already covered. Then, leading the way, the Queen said,

"Here. Let’s go in."

The room I was invited into was a large hall. Calling it a hall was based on my previous-life sense; I didn’t know what it was considered in this world, but it was about the size of a company-wide morning assembly hall (even though not every employee actually gathers). The hall was excessively decorated, with overly elaborate windows and curtains. Had the previous me ever been here? Since it seemed like a room used for royal ceremonies, I must have come before, but for me it was the first time, so I looked around unnecessarily at the entrance.

"Robin-sama, come this way."

At the far end of the room, His Majesty the King, wearing a crown, was seated on what was probably a throne. Until now I had only seen him from a distance, so this was the first time I faced him directly. He looked quite advanced in age. Despite that, he had been devouring young girls including my mother, so perhaps his sexual vitality remained while his life force was being drained — that was just my one-sided observation, sorry.

Guided by the Queen, I advanced before His Majesty. Walking alone down the middle of the red carpet was moving, but elderly gentlemen stood on both sides. Lord Richelieu was beside the King, so these people were probably cabinet ministers. The Queen had a crown placed on her head by a maid and sat in the seat beside the King.

There was no explanation at all, but I could guess this was the appointment ceremony for me to go to the Mainz Kingdom as ambassador. I had heard that one was supposed to change into formal attire when appearing before the King, but I was still in my ordinary walking clothes. Was that really all right? But the Queen was with me, and the people present weren’t in full formal dress with medals either, so it was probably fine. Looking at it the other way, my trip to the Mainz Kingdom was only about that level of importance. From the beginning it was essentially a convenient hostage exchange.

"Robin-sama, please step forward before His Majesty and kneel."

Lord Richelieu called out, so I did as told, stepped before the King, knelt, and bowed my head.

The ceremony should proceed from here. Until very recently I had been called an idiot by everyone around me, so a certain amount of rudeness should be overlooked. People who knew the previous me would probably evaluate me highly just for kneeling quietly, right?

So when an impressed "Hoh!" rose from behind, it was only natural. Being impressed just because I was kneeling with my head bowed felt strange, but at times like this I was being helped by the "idiot" label.

While I was thinking that, the King came in front of me (I could only see his feet) and placed something against my shoulder (probably a ceremonial sword — I believed it wasn’t a real one).

"...Robin Marie. I appoint you ambassador to the Mainz Kingdom. Serve the Marie Kingdom well."

He spoke above my head. The first part was mumbled and I couldn’t hear what was said. Maybe it was a language the translation function didn’t work on (perhaps there was something like Ancient Elvish — I don’t know if elves exist). Maybe they used that for ceremonies? My middle-school syndrome imagination was expanding.

That was all the King said. From the side, Lord Richelieu spoke.

"Lord Robin Marie. This is a gift bestowed by His Majesty upon your appointment as ambassador. Please read it later. With this, the ambassador appointment ceremony is concluded."

Lord Richelieu handed me a large envelope.

Is that all? I thought, but the elderly people present were already walking toward the exit. When I looked forward, the King was no longer in his seat. But the Queen walked toward me. Ah, she had switched to heels at some point.

"Ufufu, you were surprised by the suddenness, weren’t you? I ordered everyone to keep quiet because I wanted to surprise you."

The Queen said with a mischievous expression.

"You must be tired. Come to my room. Have some tea and sweets."

She invited me. At times like this, a child simply follows cheerfully.