Translator: Nat

Aegir POV

Having cleaned up the enemy fleet in Patena, we begin to march with our entire army in tow to join the frontal warfront where the main forces of our allies and the enemy will collide. My personal army, the 105th army corps and the Aless soldiers form a rather jumbled mess of 40 000 and give off an uneasy vibe at first glance, but I know their abilities are proven in battle.

That said, we have great numbers and are pulling cannons along, so our marching speed is slow to say the least.

When I suggested for myself to go ahead with only the cavalry, staff officers Leopolt and Tristan said that there was no need to arrive one or two days ahead of time since the battle was in a stalemate, so I held back.

What's wrong, worried?

Right now, I'm not thinking about that.

No, more importantly, tell me what happened. How far did that man's hands touch? Around here?

I question Sekrit, who was riding with me on Schwartz, and place my hand on her thigh, unrest clearly showing in the tone of my voice.

Fufufu that's only the thigh. We aren't kids playing around.

Sekrit takes my hand and moves it along her thigh, to her hips, and even to her precious place.

His fingers were long. Being a sailor as well his hands were rugged with blisters all over them.

If fingers like that entered a woman's crotch, they would surely become aroused.

Jealousy wells up as my imagination runs wild, picturing Sekrit in agony from the handsome man's fingers.

If only I was a little faster to save you

Sekrit stares into my eyes and shakes her head provokingly.

Unfortunately, that wasn't against my will. I allowed him to do so after all.

She goads me by tracing my chin with her finger.

Rehercles was quite the looker. Although