The Marquis' Eldest Son's Lascivious Story

Finishing my one-way love affair with Mimon, I get dressed right.

She had finished processing her crotch and was putting back on her undressed and scattered clothes. It works fast.

"You can go home now. Don't worry, I won't cut your salary."

"... thank you"

Mimon bowing his head. I stroked her hair in that shade, whether it should be banana color or yellow paprika.

"If you get punched in the pussy by another employee or have any problems, tell me the next time you get held by me. I'm not gonna make it bad."

I subtly declare that I will still have sex in the future.

There are many employees in this pioneering Order headquarters, but the number of female employees is small. Among them, when it comes to beauty, there is only Eve and Mimon. Mimon is a valuable person called an adult beauty, so I want to continue to take care of sexual harassment.

"And I'm going to the Production Department after this. Tell them to have something for their escort."

"Yes."

Mimon leaves the president's office in a fluttering foothold.

A pitiful, pungent standing came all the way to my heart. Next time, it might be a good idea to call it a separate residence and adore it all night.

Led by an old man in management of the Pioneering Order, he heads outside the castle town.

The production departments of the Pioneering Order, including soap factories, silkworm farms and various workshops, are set up near military bases. There are a lot of secrets in the production department that won't be divulged to the outside world, such as soap manufacturing techniques and varietal improved silkworms, so there's a pretty tight guard in place.

The city of Newnelly is flowing like a river stroking the castle town, a tributary of the Great River, and several water moats are installed that use it as a source of water. Among the floating island-like lands surrounded by water moats and isolated, was the production department of the Pioneering Order.

Originally there were facilities to house criminals and prisoners, but they said they were aged and abandoned. I was just putting the criminals together, and the breadth is there. Is there enough breadth for grass baseball to be able to play three games at the same time, analogously in Japan in previous life?

It should be noted that nowadays the huts were integrated into some of the military bases and became separate facilities from the prisoner camps.

"Aren't you a young man? Is it an inspection?

"Oh. I'll have them put through."

There is only one entrance to the Pioneering Order Production Department, where the soldiers of the Qualdenze army pack. The Pioneering Order is not a private enterprise, but a publicly owned enterprise.

Many of the soldiers who guard here come from solid sources, only to deal with important confidentiality.

"Of course it is. Hey, open the door."

"Ha!"

The door, which was once the final line in curbing the escape of criminals and prisoners, now prevents the escape of employees of the Production Department.

A Production Department employee is a slave. It's not an expression, it's actually a slave identity. Slaves bought from slave traders in the city have been put together here to make extended soaps, grow silkworms, and work in my workshop.

I don't know how many slaves are here because I leave that area to the Slave Management at the Pioneering Order Headquarters. The only thing I know is that I don't have a single slave of beauty. Slave traders specializing in sex slavery are not in Newnelly City.

"You've got more slaves."

When I knocked on the door and went inside and then looked around and said, an old managerial man walking next door opened his mouth.

"That's also a source of concern. Sometimes the production department has grown, and the land is no longer large enough. I'm tricking around, but I still want new land."

I felt the slaves were more densely populated than when I came to inspect them before. I get the slightly narrow impression, albeit to achieve efficient mass production with concentrated resources.

It was really narrow because there was a silkworm feeding field in addition to this before. Now that I'm asking the countryside to grow food, it's somewhat wider, but if I hadn't done that, it would have been a really cramped space.

"In a very cramped environment, the motivation of slaves would also be reduced. Sounds like we need to keep our hands on it early."

Slavery exists not only in the Kingdom of Levios, but also in our neighbouring country, the Zinker En Empire. And that's both an unsaved system.

Slaves remain slaves for the rest of their lives. In the history of previous life there seemed to be slavery that allowed me to be free in the form of purchasing myself, but not here. Unless the buyer shows willingness to free the slave, the slave himself is, of course, a born child a slave. Sadly, there is no salvation.

I take that into account in order to perpetuate such futureless slaves.

You can eat three decent meals a day if you work properly here, and you're allowed to leave work if you get sick. An exemplary slave can also receive healing magic from a demonic soldier. Moreover, it is an environment in which bandits and wildlife do not strike.

Except that you can't get out of the production department, I wonder if you have a better life than a resident living in a small rural area outside Newnelly.

"From which do you get inspected first?

"It's from the workshop. I have business there today."

The old man in management takes the lead and moves to the workshop compartment.

The workshop is my hobby space. It's basically a deficit because it exists to make what I want happen.

An example of a deficit is charcoal. In Newnelly City, there was a strong tendency to use firewood for fuel and little charcoal was available. I wanted to warm the room up in a fire bowl, that's all I wanted to make my own charcoal-baked cabin. It is a road trip in the name of forward investment.

Upon entering the desired workshop, the artisan Oyaji, who was working, lowered himself and ran here. This jerk is also a slave.

"This is the Lord. What can I do for you today? Is this about gunpowder? Is this about the gun?

"No, it's not. This is it."

And I used to make guns in this workshop. It's called a musket gun.

This is "a new weapon, a musket, with the power of guns, invading other realms and offending the princesses who were raised dearly!" It was a project that began on the basis of a grand dream. It is already a frustrated plan.

When it came to why I was frustrated, the reason was simple, because it turns out that a man with magic doesn't even die to the extent of a musket gun bullet. Instead, it doesn't even fracture.

War in this world is very important for the movement of a man with magic. The power of an array of musket guns would be useful, but not as much as flipping a magical human at once. So many magical people are powerful.

For once, we are continuing to refine gunpowder and gun improvements. Because if we can wipe out civilians who become meat walls with guns, the strategy will widen. It seems to be quite a long way to go.

I gave the chicken egg size small storage to the craftsman.

"What's this?

"There's powder inside. Mix this with iron and make me a bow arrow. The powder is low, so it doesn't matter if you have about five arrows. Precious powder. Take care."

Then Craftsman Oyaji opened his mouth with a surprised look on his face.

"Ha. I think you can do it right away if you just make it..."

I guess he worried about being complained about without being a decent arrow. I tell him it's for experimental purposes.

"For now, I just want to know what happens if I mix it up and make it. It doesn't matter if it's weak."

"Understood."

Craftsman Oyaji received the small storage and checked the contents.

According to the story, it is possible to make it even today and tomorrow. I wanted to know the results early, so I just asked them to make it.

I had run errands, so I took the liberty of visiting the workshop and watching the improved gunpowder and musket guns.

A new piece of soap had been made at the soap factory, so I decided to embezzle one into the souvenir and go. They say it's a light pink soap, mixed with an extract of flowers and chips of scabbard.

After returning to Newnelly Castle, he was very happy to present the soap to Fannie. That's good, but in fact, the flowers mixed in that soap were a good aromatic red flower that Minute brings well, Maloashyna.

I noticed that at night when Fannie came to visit me in my room.

The slight floral scent drifting from Fannie's hair reminded her of her affair with Minute, causing her groin to get erected by Binbin.

I almost pushed Fannie down by accident. It is a really dangerous soap.