Chapter 164: What Does the Queen Want?

When I entered the Queen’s room, the Queen and the walking maids quickly surrounded me, closing the distance to an extreme degree. The expression "putting their heads together" fit perfectly.

The reason they were so close was because the senior maid said,

"Could you sell us the youth-rejuvenating medicine?"

Her eyes were frightening — bloodshot. Directly opposite me, the Queen was smiling with complete composure.

"Even if you say that, production is limited..."

When I answered while pulling back a little,

"Can’t you do something about it?"

"How much would it take for you to sell it?"

"We will pay as much money as possible."

"Please!"

The maids pleaded one after another. The Queen was grinning.

"It’s not a matter of money. The raw materials are limited, and I only have enough for the days until my departure to give to the Queen!"

At my words, the maids put their heads together, whispered among themselves, then suddenly turned and glared at me.

"Then if we can procure the raw materials, can you make it?"

"Although I may not look it, my family runs a business and trades widely. If you tell us, we will have them search!"

"I will also have my family search!"

They were foaming at the mouth as they spoke! These maids looked fairly advanced in age, yet they still wished to become even a little younger?

No, no — it’s not a raw material you can find by searching! The Queen was holding her stomach and laughing (though no sound came out).

"In any case, searching won’t find it in this country. I happened to discover it and made it on a whim."

When I declared that coldly,

"Eh..."

"No way..."

"Nooo—!"

"Worst—!"

The maids fell silent.

"Is it that effective? I have no idea myself."

At my words, the maids snorted and said,

"Because you are young, Robin-sama, you cannot understand the effect! Since she began drinking it, Her Majesty’s skin has become increasingly moist and youthful."

"The fine wrinkles around her mouth disappeared."

"The white hairs are gone."

"The firmness of her skin has returned."

"She no longer coughs."

"She no longer says her lower back hurts."

"She has started saying the food is delicious."

"Her constipation seems to have been cured?"

Is that last one just an assumption? Well, of course it is.

As the maids piled on their claims like an avalanche, I said while bowing my head,

"I understand! I understand very well. But! What doesn’t exist doesn’t exist, so I am very sorry, but please consider the portions already given to you the end of it! Please!!"

The fact that a prince had bowed his head seemed to hit them hard. The maids hurriedly said,

"Uwaaa— Robin-sama, we are so sorry—! We never meant to blame you. Please forgive us."

"That’s right! We are truly sorry!"

"Please forgive our rudeness!"

"We are terribly sorry—!!"

They apologized to me.

With the maids’ apologies, the "Please give us the youth-rejuvenating medicine!" conversation ended, but by the end the Queen was actually shedding tears from laughing!

"All of you, leave us."

When the Queen spoke those few words, the maids — who had been pressing and then apologizing — disappeared like the tide going out. Only the Queen and I remained in the room. No — one person should still be standing by the door. They were in a blind spot and out of sight.

"Robin-sama, I apologize for the many rude things the maids said. I am sorry."

The Queen bowed her head and chest in apology so that her cleavage became visible. If she lowered them a little more it would be even better, but uuuuuu—!!

"Your Majesty, there is nothing for you to apologize for! I was simply surprised at how intensely women pursue beauty, so please do not concern yourself at all."

After saying that, I swallowed hard. The Queen raised her face, but the depths of her cleavage were still visible. Was this intentional? It must be! My cock hardening was only natural.

At that moment, the Queen said something unexpected.

"Robin-sama, do you know how many people are currently hiding in this room?"

At the Queen’s question, the blood that had risen to my head drained away. However, the blood in my cock did not go down from something so minor.

"I don’t know. I thought everyone had left."

When I answered honestly, the Queen smiled and shook her head.

"Probably three. There are people watching me in the room, which is why the maids left me and Robin-sama alone. Otherwise they would never leave the two of us completely alone."

My head cleared at once. That’s right — it was unnatural for the maids to disappear.

"If you ask why they are watching me, there is the meaning of monitoring my actions, but they also carry the duty of protecting me. I understand that Robin-sama holds goodwill toward me, but there is always the possibility that someone might try to eliminate me. That is why invisible guards are always with me."

"I see..."

It felt as if my ulterior motives had been seen through — or rather, they were completely obvious, and I had been given a warning.

In that case, I had something to say!

"Um, if that’s the case, please forgive me for saying something extremely rude, but I would like you to stop taking postures that almost reveal things. It makes me tense up unnecessarily, or causes misunderstandings..."

"Oh? Does the body of an old woman like me interest you? I am much older than Robin-sama’s mother, you know? If it’s only showing, I can show as much as you like. Look!"

While saying that, the Queen tugged one side of her neckline down and for an instant showed part of the brown circle on her white breast.

"Eh!?"

A voice escaped me.

"Will this increase the amount of medicine for tomorrow?"

She said with an "ufufun" laugh. Is this person a child!? In that case, I had something to say too.

"No, it won’t increase. Rather, I think it would be better if you drank it directly!"

I said it clearly. Yes — my half-erect cock was pitiful as it was! Even though the morning wood had been extracted, I couldn’t say there was enough accumulated yet, but there should still be a fair amount. I wanted her to swallow that with her mouth!! I wanted her to take it with those duck-like lips and gulp it down while savoring it!

I stared at the Queen with eyes full of that wish, but she laughed and shook her head.

"Pufufu, I’m sorry. That is impossible. The current situation is the absolute limit. Please forgive me."

It was extremely frustrating! But if I pressed the Queen here, the watchers would come out and stop me. I swallowed my tears and endured. Sorry, my cock.

I thought I should leave now, but then I realized that while receiving skills from the Queen, I had never thanked her.

"Your Majesty, thank you very much for giving me such useful abilities. Was it all right for me to receive such effective abilities?"

Hearing that, the Queen smiled and said,

"No, it’s fine. I would like to give you more useful abilities if possible, but among what I possess, that was about the only suitable one. I’m sorry."

Hoh. Then I should ask one thing.

"Was that something Your Majesty received from someone? Was it all right to give it to me?"

"That was originally something I possessed. So Robin-sama need not worry."

Hoh, something she was born with!

"By receiving it, will Your Majesty’s ability disappear?"

"That is fine. I also gave it to my son, but my ability has not disappeared."

Hoh, so the Queen’s ability is copy rather than cut-and-paste.

"Then I am relieved. I was worried that perhaps by receiving it I had caused Your Majesty to lose it."

"That is fine! Robin-sama may rest easy. Because I can divide my own abilities with people like this, I secretly had people investigate whether others could do the same, but it seems no one else has such an ability. That said, no one openly declares what abilities they possess."

Hearing that, I was relieved. Wouldn’t the Queen’s ability be called something like "Copy & Paste"? I wanted to ask.

Christine’s ability from the Accounting Bureau had transferred to me, but if this was a copy it was fine; if it was a transfer it would be troublesome. I had also received skills from the former magic teacher’s disciples and the daughter of that extremely bad restaurant, but those also seemed like copies rather than transfers. What conditions allow one to receive a skill from someone? I don’t know. Won’t someone please teach me?