Chapter 8 ◆ My Cute Wife and I Head to the Tania Kingdom

Two days later.

We finally entered the Kingdom of Tania.

Here, we parted ways with the Luminous knights and the sisters, Monet and Roze.

Shitoen gave them her family’s contact, saying, “Reach out if you need anything.” So kind.

After that, we headed straight for the royal castle where the King of Tania awaited.

At this hour, an audience might be possible today.

As we traveled through the steep mountain roads typical of this region, I admired the unique mountain ranges of Tania.

The wheat fields carved into the mountainsides were especially beautiful. The herds of sheep and goats moving with the time of day were mesmerizing.

The Tidros Kingdom doesn’t have such rugged, continuous mountains, so the knights were fascinated too.

By evening, Shitoen and I were in the audience chamber of Tania’s royal castle.

The vast room had several lacquered chairs arranged, facing a raised throne a few steps higher.

Normally, a bamboo screen would be lowered, and the King of Tania would sit behind it, but as the dragon-marked daughter and her spouse, we were apparently granted the honor of seeing his face.

He attended our wedding, a rare occurrence, proof of how much Shitoen is cherished.

“…We’re supposed to sit on the floor, right?”

The audience chamber held only Shitoen, me, Raul, Eton, and a guiding attendant. I whispered to Shitoen.

“They’re likely accommodating you, Prince Saryu.”

Shitoen smiled at me.

I felt a bit guilty, but since I’m not well-versed in Tania’s customs, it was helpful.

Normally, people sit on carpets or cushions on the floor.

Today, chairs were prepared, letting me see the floor’s intriguing polished hue. My eldest brother would love this color. When I asked the attendant, he said, “It’s black walnut.” Huh. I’ll tell him later.

A few minutes after the attendant took his place by the wall, a bell announced the King of Tania’s arrival, and the heavy doors opened.

Shitoen slightly bowed her head, so Raul and I followed suit.

“No need for formality. Raise your heads.”

As the sound of footsteps settled, the voice spoke, and I slowly looked up.

On the raised throne sat the King of Tania.

Below him, on chairs, were Lord Barimoa, Shitoen’s father, and a few other nobles.

I looked at the king.

Forty-two years old. His hair and eyes gleamed black like obsidian, paired with an impassive face that made him seem unapproachable.

His lean, disciplined frame and precise movements struck me. As I thought the first time we met, this man’s a formidable warrior.

He wore a front-tied shirt without buttons, layered with a sleeveless, long traditional Tania overcoat, cinched at the waist with a belt. The embroidery was lavish, with silver-threaded dragons.

“Prince Saryu, well done on the long journey. It’s been since the wedding.”

“Not at all, Your Majesty. Thank you for your efforts in restoring my wife’s honor.”

I stood from my chair, bowing in place.

“No matter. Sit.”

At his urging, I sat, and the king continued with a bitter tone.

“It worked out well. I was already vexed. Right, Barimoa?”

Lord Barimoa silently bowed.

“Shitoen, are you well?”

The king’s voice softened remarkably as he addressed Shitoen.

“Yes. Thank you, Your Majesty. Thanks to the Tidros royal family and Prince Saryu, I’m thriving.”

Shitoen bowed politely, smiling warmly.

“Good. I owe you thanks, Prince.”

“Far too generous…”

I flinched slightly.

He really adores Shitoen.

How could Luminous cast aside such a cherished daughter?

Our crown prince said, “Good thing Luminous’s prince is an idiot…”

“Your Majesty.”

A noble behind the king whispered something. He nodded, “Hmm,” then looked at me.

“I hear you aided our people attacked by bandits. My thanks, again.”

“No, Your Majesty. Shitoen healed their wounds. She deserves the thanks.”

“No, it’s because Prince Saryu drove off the bandits. They trembled at the name ‘Tidros’s Winter Bear.’ You should receive His Majesty’s praise.”

As we deflected credit, the king laughed aloud.

“Your bond is heartening. I’m relieved. You’ll do well together. Right, Barimoa?”

“Absolutely.”

Lord Barimoa’s eyes softened, and I felt a wave of relief.

“Shitoen.”

“Yes?”

The king tilted his head slightly.

“No child yet?”

Shitoen’s face flushed as if it might burst into flames.

I panicked too.

“We’ve only been married a month…”

As Shitoen stammered, the king glanced at Lord Barimoa.

“But you lived together before the wedding, no?”

“My son-in-law honorably waited for the ceremony.”

“Such restraint.”

The once-expressionless king looked slightly taken aback.

I mean, I wanted to do something before the wedding!!

But our servants, knights, and Raul kept getting in the way!

“Well, then, it’s too early to know if she’s with child. I see.”

The king nodded, and I sighed in relief.

But yeah, there’s no issue if a child comes.

A child between Shitoen and me would be pure joy.

I adore my eldest brother’s kids, so imagining ours makes me giddy.

Boy, girl, twins, triplets—bring it on! I’ll raise them all!!

I must’ve looked at Shitoen with eager anticipation.

She shrank, blushing furiously.

Was I too eager? I reflected, but then—

“I’ll consult the Tidros king, but may I name Shitoen’s first child?”

The king dropped a bombshell.

“Huh? Uh, well… It’s an honor, but…”

Is that okay? Panicking, I locked eyes with Raul.

“Your Majesty, perhaps wait until a child is born?” Raul suggested.

“True. I get ahead of myself with Shitoen.”

Lord Barimoa’s rescue let the tension drain from me.

“Now, enough formality. Let’s eat.”

The king signaled a noble behind him.

“Shitoen, you haven’t seen friends or family in a while, have you? They’ll join us soon, so wait.”

“Oh! Thank you!”

Shitoen clasped her hands, delighted.

After her broken engagement, she returned briefly before our wedding, so she hadn’t relaxed in her homeland in ages. She must be thrilled.

“You can stay in the castle until the apology ceremony, but Barimoa insists on hosting.”

The king sighed.

Huh? I thought we’d stay in the castle’s guest rooms…

Shitoen and I looked at Lord Barimoa, who puffed out his chest.

“Tania is famous for its hot springs. I insist my son-in-law enjoy them. Shitoen, it’s been a while for you too, hasn’t it? Indulge.”

Hot springs!!

Hot springs, Father-in-law!!

Shitoen and hot springs!!

“Commander, don’t get a nosebleed imagining it.”

“I… I think I’m fine.”

Raul whispered a warning as my excitement showed, and I tensed my stomach, holding my breath.

◇◇◇◇

The audience chamber quickly transformed into a banquet hall.

Chairs were removed, carpets laid, and cushions arranged.

I sat beside Shitoen, with a nervous Raul next to me.

I wasn’t sure how to sit properly.

Men seemed to sit cross-legged, but Shitoen, in Tidros attire, struggled. Her skirt’s voluminous underskirt made it tricky, though Eton helped with the hem.

I see why Tania women’s clothes are so sleek.

I’m here without my sword for the audience, but how do you sit with one?

As I curiously observed, more carpets were spread, and large platters of food arrived. Liquor too—jars, bottles, and colorful fruits.

Then came a crowd of women.

Shitoen’s friends and relatives, apparently. They swarmed not just her but me too.

Some faces were familiar from the wedding, others new. Shitoen introduced them, and I played the polite prince and husband.

After the “nice to meet you” exchanges, they gathered in a corner, chatting animatedly with Shitoen.

Suddenly, Raul and I were alone.

“…You know how they say the husband feels out of place at family gatherings?”

“I get it now, Commander. When I marry, I’m sticking to my wife.”

Two guys, shoulder to shoulder, sipping liquor.

I studied Tania’s dining etiquette, but book knowledge and reality differ. It felt like being thrown into advanced lessons without mastering the basics. I’d never eaten so cautiously.

The servers said, “Eat as you like,” but I didn’t want to embarrass myself.

“Hey, Raul, do we use a spoon for this?”

“Probably… But that guy’s eating with his hands.”

“I’m glad I brought you…”

“When I’m in this situation with my wife, come with me, Commander. Don’t leave my side.”

We whispered about Raul’s future wife.

“But it’s good seeing Shitoen happy.”

“Yeah. She rarely gets to spend time with her homeland friends.”

We watched Shitoen.

Surrounded by women, she chatted joyfully in Tania’s language.

It’s a good thing.

This made me realize how much effort Shitoen puts into fitting in at Tidros. She must always be on guard.

I want to let her visit home casually.

But as a Tidros royal, frequent trips are tough.

So, we’ll invite her family and friends to Tidros. Like a vacation. If it makes Shitoen smile like this, I’m all for it.

As I thought this, the banquet grew rowdier, the air thick with liquor.

Tidros has strong drinks, but Tania’s are intense.

The fruit wine is for women; men mostly drink distilled liquor.

Raul stopped drinking, but the servers kept refilling.

Wait, do they pour when your glass is empty?

As the food vanished, plates were cleared, and women with bells and percussion instruments performed dances and songs.

A noble explained, “These are dances offered to the gods,” so Raul and I watched reverently, until—

“Son-in-law.”

“Yes!!”

Lord Barimoa stood, calling me.

I’d just gulped some liquor, so I hurriedly set my glass on the floor.

“Your reputation has reached our land. I’ve long wanted to spar with you.”

A bad feeling hit me.

“That’s… too kind.”

“Please, indulge me here.”

He grinned.

“I need to see if my only daughter is in safe hands.”

He stepped into the space cleared by the dancers.

The liquor-fueled crowd roared.

“Father, stop!” Shitoen pleaded, brows furrowed.

“It’s rude to Prince Saryu, and… you’re drunk, aren’t you? Honestly!”

Her scolding was adorable!

I want her to scold me like, “No, stop!!”

I must’ve had that look on my face.

Lord Barimoa smirked triumphantly.

What’s with that competitive streak?

If it were my father, I’d say, “Old man, you’ll catch a cold,” but he’s my father-in-law…

“Commander, take him on. Show Tania that Tidros’s Winter Bear is a bear here too,” Raul said, probably drunk.

But I never back down from a challenge.

“If His Majesty permits.”

The crowd roared louder as I replied.

“Prince Saryu!” Shitoen called, but her tone with her father was cuter, so I sulked and ignored her.

“A fine spectacle. Do it.”

The king’s approval came, and I smirked—entertainment, huh?

Right, then.

I stepped into the circle of onlookers. My father-in-law stood relaxed, arms down, feet shoulder-width apart.

“Bare hands?”

I asked, just to be sure. “Of course,” he replied.

I shook out my joints, stiff from sitting, and sized him up.

Bare hands…

Striking would be nice. Joint locks are tricky.

I rolled up my sleeves for safety.

When I stopped moving, the king announced from the platform:

“Begin.”

Cheers erupted. Amid the Tania chatter, Raul’s Tidros cheers warmed me.

As I closed the distance, my father-in-law lunged, aiming for my collar.

What!? It’s throws or joint locks after all!

I knocked his hand away with a chop and stepped back.

But he was persistent and fast. He reached for my collar at a frightening speed. Is this guy really in his fifties?

I realized I was only retreating.

A few more steps, and I’d hit the crowd, so I grabbed his hand aiming for my collar and spun my body.

I tried for a shoulder throw, but he clung to my back, sweeping my leg and pinning me down.

Crap…!

If he chokes me now, I’m done!!

I scrambled up, but he jumped on my back again.

“What!? So fast!?”

I shook side to side to throw him off, but…

“…Guh!”

He choked me, and my breath leaked out.

Clinging to my back, he locked my waist with his legs and my neck with his right arm.

What’s with this close-quarters grappling!?

But his arm didn’t fully cut off my airway or carotid.

His unstable footing—clinging to my back—worked in my favor.

I slammed backward onto the floor, pinning him.

A groan came from behind as his grip loosened. The impact must’ve knocked the air from his lungs.

I stood, turning to face him quickly.

“…Monster.”

A rude word slipped out, but as I braced, he was already in a fighting stance, closing the distance.

What stamina!

Mentally apologizing, I kicked his chest center.

Thud. He flew back, and I finally got some space.

No time to regroup or strategize.

But I noticed—Tania doesn’t seem to use kicks much.

I raised my right arm as if to strike, stepping forward. He guarded his face.

Feinting a punch, I spun and landed a roundhouse kick to his guard.

Arms can’t match legs’ power.

His upper body wavered. I followed through with the kick, dropping low.

Without stopping my spin, I used the kicking leg as a pivot and swept his right ankle with my other foot.

Already off-balance, he dropped to one knee.

“Stop. Prince Saryu’s victory.”

The crowd roared. Phew.

I offered a hand to my father-in-law, still kneeling.

“Thank you for the match.”

He grinned, grasping my hand.

Wow, they don’t look alike, but their smiles are identical.

“Well done. I yield. Please take care of Shitoen.”

Standing, he straightened fully.

I bowed in return.

The crowd cheered again.

◇◇◇◇

That night.

After a bath, I wandered the castle grounds to cool off and found a pond.

More accurately, the loud ribbit ribbit of frogs drew me to it.

It was clearly man-made, but moss-covered rocks by the edge gave it an ancient feel.

The stone lantern’s flame reflected on the water, mingling with the moon’s light—stunning. Despite summer, the high altitude made it cool.

Crunching through the underbrush, I peered into the pond.

A frog, noticing me, splashed in with a plop.

Ripples spread, distorting the moon’s reflection.

“Aw…”

As I muttered my disappointment, “Prince Saryu?” came a voice.

Startled, I turned to see Shitoen jogging toward me.

Not in her usual Tidros nightwear, but Tania-style sleepwear.

It was a gown-like garment, tied at the waist with a belt…

So thin!

Not cheap thinness.

Elegant thinness… wait, is this silk?

Glossy, smooth-looking…

Tied tightly at the waist, it hugged her curves. Her chest, her hips. Yeah, chest and hips. Chest and hips, you know.

This… isn’t this kinda sexy?

“Did something happen? Are you lost?”

She asked, breathless, and I quickly averted my gaze.

No good. I might stare at her chest and hips.

The pond! Look at the pond! Find the frogs! Back to innocence!

“Got hot after the bath. Thought I’d cool off.”

“Oh, I see.”

Shitoen smiled but then tightened her expression, bowing deeply, startling me.

“My father was terribly rude at the banquet… I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine!”

I stopped her hurriedly.

“He was worried after everything you’ve been through. I should’ve written to him. ‘Shitoen’s doing great,’ or something.”

No, that’d make me sound like an idiot.

“I wrote plenty of letters, but… he’s such a troublesome father.”

Her pout was adorable.

Coming to Tania just to see that was worth it.

But with her arms crossed in anger…

Her chest was emphasized…

Whoa!

Begone, my impure thoughts!!

All I can think about is her chest and hips!

“Prince Saryu?”

“It’s nothing!”

I shook my head wildly, earning a suspicious look.

“Oh, right. The banquet made me think.”

“About what?”

Shitoen tilted her head.

“I’m going to cherish you even more.”

“Huh?”

She blinked, and I scratched my head.

“I thought you were just fitting in with the Tidros royals, but that’s because of your effort. I never noticed. I’d crush anyone who messed with you—like Mother or the crown prince—but still!”

Shitoen laughed.

“They’ve never done anything like that.”

“But your good relationships aren’t just natural. You work hard at it. I realized that at the banquet. So…”

“S-sorry! I didn’t notice! Did something trouble you at the banquet!?”

She panicked, but I gave a wry smile. “No, no.”

“I realized how loved and cherished you were, raised by so many. Your father wanted to make sure I’m worthy of you.”

“Prince Saryu…”

“I’ll make sure those who raised you know you’re safe. I’ll cherish you more. You can’t come home often, but we’ll invite your family and friends to Tidros. Call them anytime. I’ll host!”

The moment I said it, Shitoen threw herself into my chest with a soft thud.

“Shitoen?”

“Thank you, Prince Saryu. I’m so happy.”

Clutching my shirt, she spoke in a tearful voice.

“I’ll cherish you too, so much. You love me so deeply.”

“…Thank you.”

I wrapped my arms around her back, holding her close.

“I hope Monet-san and Roze-chan find someone who feels that way about them…”

“Hm? Monet and Roze?”

The unexpected names made me loosen my grip.

Shitoen stepped back slightly, nodding.

“Those two… I’m really worried about them. I hope we meet again somewhere…”

Shitoen said that then.

The reunion came sooner than expected.

◇◇◇◇

After two days in the castle, we moved to a hot spring estate prepared by Lord Barimoa.

In two days, Arios, the idiot Crown Prince of Luminous, would arrive, so we’d return to the castle.

The estate, chosen for its proximity, was nestled in the mountains near the castle.

It had three bathhouses, and the knights could use them freely—a generous offer.

The water was soft, supposedly drinkable.

True or not, they say giving it to horses relieves fatigue and boosts energy.

After the long journey, I was worried about the knights and horses, so this was a relief. Like Tidros, Tania seemed kind to horses.

Some knights had never seen hot springs, so despite the official business, we arrived at the estate a bit excitedly.

While arranging the knights’ bathing order with Raul, Shitoen, who’d gone inside, rushed out.

“Prince Saryu! Monet-san and Roze-chan…!”

She grabbed my arm, exclaiming.

“What about Monet and Roze?”

“They’re here! Come quick!”

She dragged me into the estate, deep inside.

Eton waited by a room, opening the door as we approached.

There stood…

“Thank you for your help back then.”

Monet, hands clasped in front, bowed demurely.

Roze stood beside her, composed.

“Well… you’re here for business?”

I glanced around, nodding.

Behind Monet and Roze, and throughout the room, were racks filled with women’s clothing.

Not just racks—shoes lined the carpeted floor, and a makeshift shelf sparkled with dazzling jewels.

“Exactly. Lord Barimoa, hearing of the incident, appointed our shop to offset our losses. He ordered a full outfit for Shitoen-sama for the apology ceremony.”

Monet smiled brightly.

She wore sheer long sleeves, hiding her arm’s wound. Her straight posture and high-waisted skirt gave her the air of a capable eldest daughter of a wealthy merchant.

“This covers the sales stolen by Evans and the bandits!”

Roze saluted crisply, grinning cheerfully.

She wore Tania-style clothes like Monet, but hers felt softer, sweeter. Maybe because her hair was tied in two bunches with floral ribbons.

“Now that you mention it, Father said he’d prepare new clothes… I thought they’d be delivered on the day,” Shitoen said, puzzled.

Eton, waiting by the door, approached with a scroll.

“This scroll, brought by Monet-san, is indeed from Master. He wanted to surprise you, milady.”

She handed it to Shitoen, smiling.

Skimming it, Shitoen gave a wry smile.

“Father’s been running me ragged this time.”

“Was he always like this?”

He seemed so… strict.

“He looks serious, but his actions are so impulsive… Once, he brought home a tiger cub to raise, and another time, he left for a year to meet a legendary fighter…”

Looks aren’t everything.

“Well, my mother seems like a refined queen when she’s quiet.”

I muttered, and Roze tilted her head.

“What’s she like when she’s not quiet? Jealous? Spendthrift?”

“No, Roze.”

I said firmly, “Tidros’s greatest schemer.”

Even Monet, who’d scolded Roze, looked stunned.

“That’s Mother in one word. She burns with ambition to protect the nation and its people, crushing threats, ensuring Tidros’s peace, and making it the greatest kingdom.”

I answered seriously, but Shitoen trembled, stifling laughter.

“I thought all kings and queens were bad,” Roze muttered.

Shitoen smiled awkwardly.

“Some royals are bad, but most dedicate themselves to their country and people. If that harms another nation’s interests, they might seem like ‘bad kings.’”

“I don’t know about bad royals, but in Tidros, the women are strong. Such free women might be rare in royal families.”

Shitoen’s eyes widened as I cut in.

“That’s true. The queen and crown princess are… very spirited.”

She glanced between Roze and Monet, smiling softly.

“How about coming to Tidros to do business someday?”

“To Tidros?” Monet asked.

“I had a hard time in Luminous, but in Tidros, I live… freely, yes. More than Luminous or Tania, Tidros gives women a voice and decision-making power.”

Shitoen chose her words carefully.

I crossed my arms, humming.

“True. Luminous and Tania women seem refined, almost deferential, staying a step behind men.”

But I frowned.

“Tidros might seem free, but the women are tough. Luminous and Tania are gentler overall. If you come, be prepared.”

“Strong, huh? We can handle that, right?” Roze chirped, turning to her sister.

“Let’s not get carried away with dreams,” Monet said, smiling, shutting it down.

Roze’s face stiffened, and I was puzzled.

But Shitoen didn’t back down.

“It’s a possible future. Think about it. I’ll help if you need anything.”

She spoke deliberately, offering her usual gentle smile.

“Now, shall we pick clothes? Roze-chan, you’ll help, right?”

“Of… of course! Sister adjusts sizes, so shall we pick colors first? What do you like, Shitoen-sama?”

Roze rushed to the rack, pulling out colors Shitoen might like.

Nice eye, Roze. Shitoen loves blues.

“Well, what does Prince Saryu think…”

As I started to respond, Monet approached, swiftly bundling Shitoen’s long silver hair.

“Pardon me. I’d like to match neck accessories too.”

She pinned it into a bun, then slid her fingers along Shitoen’s neck.

“Eek!”

“Something to highlight this skin would be nice.”

Monet chuckled, leaning close to Shitoen’s neck…

What’s that?

What’s that?

Too close to my wife!!

Her eyes are like a snow leopard stalking prey!

Just because you’re women doesn’t mean you can get that close!

“I’d like you to try on several items, so please remove everything you’re wearing. It’s easier to check sizes.”

“Wait a second!”

My inner… something roared with alarm.

“You’re a pro, aren’t you? You can measure over clothes!”

I shouted at Monet, but she snorted.

“More importantly, I don’t understand why a man is in a women’s changing area. Roze, take the prince outside.”

“You think I’d leave Shitoen with a snow leopard like you? She’ll get eaten!”

“Oh? I’d say the Winter Bear plans to devour Shitoen-sama before hibernating. How frightening. Shitoen-sama, be on guard.”

She glared, but I glared back.

Shitoen flailed, looking between us.

“I’ll keep watch!” Eton declared, rushing over with a raised hand.

Oh, you’re here!

Not sure how helpful, but Eton’s got some crisis awareness.

She stuck close to Shitoen.

“Do as you like. I just want the prince to leave. Come on, Roze,” Monet sighed, calling her sister.

“Why don’t you show the prince the hot springs? I wonder what they’re like in such a grand estate.”

“Uh… okay. Prince, let’s go.”

Roze, looking reluctant, returned the clothes to the rack, her usual energy gone, tugging my sleeve.

“Prince, come on.”

I wondered what was up with Roze.

She’d normally insist, “No way! I’m staying to help Sister!” and Monet would eventually relent…

Shitoen seemed concerned too. She met my eyes, urging, “Stay with her.”

“Well… Eton, I leave the rest to you.”

Swallowing my unease, I left with Roze.

She wandered left, looking dazed, and I followed.

Her back seemed unusually childlike.

“Hey, the hot springs here are free-flowing. Might be hot to touch.”

I tried to cheer her up, explaining with a bit of enthusiasm.

“Really…? Can we go in and touch it?”

She asked hesitantly.

Rare for her. I thought she’d dive right in.

“The women’s bath, sure. Shitoen’s not using it yet.”

The men’s bath might already have squad leaders in it.

I could kick them out for her, but that’d be harsh.

“There’s a men’s and women’s bath? What’s this place, an inn?”

The long corridor had sliding doors on either side.

It did feel like a lodging.

“Lord Barimoa said it’s a royal bathhouse. That’s why it’s close to the castle. The current queen doesn’t visit much, but the previous queen came often.”

“Huh.”

“So there’s a men’s bath, a women’s bath, and one for attendants the knights can use today—three bathhouses.”

“Hey.”

“What?”

“Are you and Shitoen-sama going to bathe together later?”

My knees buckled, and I nearly fell forward.

I yelled to cover my panic.

“W-w-w-what are you talking about!?”

“Are you blushing? Come on, blushing? You’re married and haven’t bathed together?”

“I have! I have! We’ve bathed together!”

Yes, total lie!

We’re going to the pool together for the first time soon!

No way I’d admit that to this kid.

“Really? Then why not bathe together here? Such a waste.”

“It’s official business! No such things during work!”

“Hmm, even though you’re married?”

I gritted my teeth, glaring at Roze’s smug grin.

What do normal couples do!? Do they bathe together!?

Suppressing the urge to ask someone, I was saluted by a guard, snapping me back.

Good, they’re properly stationed.

I returned the salute, and Roze mimicked me beside me.

“Is security this tight because we left the castle?”

Her mood seemed to lift, and I relaxed.

“That, and Shitoen’s been targeted before.”

“Really…”

Roze muttered, looking down again, so I ruffled her hair.

“Hey… stop it! What’s that for!”

“Don’t worry. I’ll fend off anyone who comes.”

She swatted my hand, but I bent down, grinned, and looked her in the eye.

“I won’t let anyone hurt Shitoen or what she cares about. I’ll protect it all. So relax, okay?”

“Don’t treat me like a kid!”

Roze turned away and started walking.

Her mood swings are so childlike.

“If you notice anything odd, tell me.”

I called after her, but she ignored me.

You never know what might happen, especially in Shitoen’s homeland. If something happened to such a cherished daughter here…

“Here we are.”

At the corridor’s end were two large sliding doors.

The one with blue frosted glass was the men’s bath; red was the women’s.

“No one’s inside, I think, but check.”

“Okay.”

Roze opened the women’s bath door.

A faint sulfur smell hit my nose.

“…I hate this smell.”

Roze wrinkled her face but stepped inside, returning quickly.

“No one’s here.”

Leaving the door open, I stepped in.

The changing area led to a bath where steam brushed my face.

“Whoa.”

“Wow!!”

Enclosed by tall bamboo fencing, the area had a black granite washing space and a bath built with marble and granite.

The bath seemed connected to the men’s side.

A bamboo partition separated them, but the edge stones continued.

At the far end, a stone dragon’s head poured water from its mouth—likely the source.

“This’d be stunning at night. Bathing under the stars? Luxurious.”

The bamboo fencing hid us, but with no roof, the view would be spectacular. Bathing with Shitoen would be amazing.

As I thought this, Roze tugged my sleeve.

“Hey.”

“Hm?”

I looked at her. She’d been crouching to peer at the water but stood, grinning mischievously.

“I wanna try this hot spring.”

“Aren’t you heading back after the deal?”

“So, let’s go in together now. Me and you, in this hot spring.”

“Huh? What, can’t wash your hair alone? Such a kid.”

But Roze’s face turned beet red with anger.

“I can wash my hair! That’s not it! No one’s here, not even Shitoen-sama, so I’m saying we should bathe together!!”

“Why would I bathe with you?”

I replied, baffled, but she blushed harder, stomping.

“I’m inviting you, you dumb bear! Why don’t you get it!? Tons of people would love to bathe or sleep with Roze! They’d pay tons for it!!”

“Don’t hang out with creeps like that. Besides, that’s too grown-up for you. You’re still a kid.”

I get she’s at that age, curious about romance.

“I’ll show you I’m not a kid!!”

She grabbed her skirt, starting to lift it, and my eyes widened in shock.

“Hey, Roze…”

Stop, I meant to say, quickly.

“Alright, that’s enough. Hands down, don’t touch anything, and step away. Come on, don’t touch the Commander.”

Raul had slipped in unnoticed.

Like a guard, he approached Roze and lightly swatted her hand gripping her skirt.

“Ow! What was that!?”

“That’s my line. What were you trying to do to the Commander? Out.”

“What!?”

“Come on, out. You too, Commander.”

Raul dragged Roze along, glaring at me. I followed obediently.

“I told you, she’s trouble,” he whispered.

I couldn’t help but grimace.

“Trouble? She’s just a kid. I’m more worried about the men’s bath being right next to the women’s. When Shitoen’s in there, don’t let anyone use it.”

I ordered Raul, but he brushed it off with a “Yeah, yeah.” Infuriating.

◇◇◇◇

“Hey, Sister.”

Roze glanced at Monet, tucking several knives into her waist belt.

Monet was donning a stab-proof vest, securing it with straps.

Her ample chest was flattened, and with her height, she looked almost like a young man.

She wore a matching black outfit with Roze. Her long, beautiful hair was tied into a bun, covered with a black cloth to keep it secure.

“What is it, Roze?”

Monet moved her right arm, bandaged heavily with a thin bamboo splint to protect her wound, testing its mobility.

“…Can we stop? Just tell the higher-ups, ‘As expected of Tidros’s Winter Bear, no openings at all.’”

Roze said it playfully, and Monet laughed, amused.

“You’re right. Then you head down the mountain. With your speed, you can still catch the cart.”

“That’s… not what I meant.”

Roze looked down, pouting.

She swatted a buzzing insect by her ear.

Sure, Roze could catch up to the cart carrying Shitoen’s clothes.

But she wanted to go with her sister, not alone. Leaving by herself was pointless.

“You did your job, Roze. You scouted the estate, the baths, and the guards perfectly for me. You’re done.”

She hadn’t told Monet about trying to seduce Saryu.

It failed anyway, and her task was only to “check the guards and baths.”

Sulking silently, Monet reached out and removed the black cloth from Roze’s head.

“Oh…”

“Your hair’s sticking out. Turn around.”

Roze thought she’d be told to leave, but apparently not.

Relieved, she turned for Monet.

They were near the estate where Saryu and Shitoen stayed.

Dense trees and rocky shadows let Monet and Roze see the estate without being noticed—a perfect spot.

“It’s okay. Once this job’s done, we’ll both be free.”

Monet retied Roze’s hair, covering it with the cloth, speaking in a sing-song voice.

“Free…”

Roze didn’t know what freedom meant.

Since she could remember, she’d been among the “Cleaners.”

Following orders was natural.

As a child, she was used to lower targets’ guards or trained in techniques.

Monet handled the assassinations and bedroom arts.

But even when Roze was old enough for seduction jobs, Monet wouldn’t let her.

“Stop. I’ll take those jobs.”

Monet forcefully took orders meant for Roze from the higher-ups or their father.

“It’s okay, Sister. I can…”

“I’m the strongest. Leave it to me.”

Monet smiled softly, completed the missions, and returned to Roze.

“I’m back. See? It’s fine.”

She’d smile again.

But Roze knew.

Monet cried in secret to keep smiling.

“We can live like this because of Father, even without Mother,” Monet said.

But Roze thought their father, using children without dirtying his hands, was scum.

Monet didn’t want this work.

Yet she continued.

Because of Roze, her little sister.

If Roze weren’t her sister.

If she were an older sister.

No, an older brother.

With strong arms like Saryu’s, a big body, and tough muscles, she could protect Monet.

She wouldn’t make her cry.

Grieving over the impossible was useless.

So she’d said:

“Sister, I hate this place. Let’s escape together.”

Roze would never forget Monet’s face.

She smiled, truly happy.

“You’re right. I… thought that a little too. Let’s talk to Father.”

The result: their “final order.”

Assassinate Shitoen El Tidros, Third Princess of Tidros.

Roze stomped in frustration.

Father and the higher-ups had no intention of freeing them.

The only way out was death.

Shitoen’s assassination had failed multiple times, a well-known fact among Cleaners.

Even elite Cleaners failed every plan.

As expected of Tidros’s Winter Bear and his knights, the story spread.

Roze pleaded with Monet, “We can’t do it.”

“I was wrong, Sister. Let’s stay in the organization.”

And wait for a chance to escape.

But Monet saw it as a golden opportunity, her eyes gleaming.

“It’s fine. Leave it to me.”

Later, Roze heard from a comrade: if Monet failed, her death would free Roze.

(Sister’s desperate…)

Roze knew why.

No matter how Monet struggled, staying meant Roze would eventually be forced into bedroom jobs.

Monet was frantic.

(Even now, I’m holding her back…)

Monet gently hugged the downcast Roze from behind.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it.”

“But… Shitoen’s a good person.”

Roze shook off Monet’s arms, looking up at her.

“She nursed you so earnestly, and Saryu’s not a bad guy.”

Cleaners didn’t just assassinate.

They guarded VIPs.

They stood in for nobles or royals or protected them, but the higher the status, the greater the pride. Monet and Roze were often treated like trash.

Shitoen was different.

Monet deliberately cut herself to make contact, but when fever left her immobile, Shitoen cared for her—wiping sweat, changing clothes, even cleaning vomit.

Roze was shocked. A noble like that?

Saryu too.

Roze hadn’t done bedroom jobs, but men often approached her, some trying to touch her. Saryu showed no interest.

His eyes were only for his wife.

His words echoed in Roze’s mind.

“I won’t let anyone hurt Shitoen or what she cares about. I’ll protect it all.”

He’d ruffled her hair.

She’d never seen such nobles or royals.

“If you notice anything odd, tell me.”

They were the ones causing the trouble.

A sharp pain stabbed Roze’s chest.

“…What’s… right?”

“I’ll handle it.”

Monet hugged Roze again.

“I’ve failed before, but this time it’s fine. Trust me.”

Roze knew.

Monet should’ve killed Shitoen during their “last night” together in bed after her recovery.

When they met again, and Monet urged, “Roze, have the prince show you the estate,” she should’ve killed Shitoen and the maid.

But Monet couldn’t.

She didn’t want to kill kind Shitoen.

“This time, I’ll do it.”

Monet buried her face in Roze’s neck, stroking her back.

“Let’s be free.”

“…Okay.”

Roze hugged back, nodding.

She wanted Monet to be free.

◇◇◇◇

A few hours later.

The bath was ready, so I headed to Shitoen’s room.

After finalizing the dress and accessories, Monet and Roze left, saying, “We’ll deliver the outfit to the palace.” Exhausted, Eton went to bed, and Shitoen told me, “I want to relax in the hot spring.”

It wasn’t midnight yet, but visibility wasn’t as good as daytime.

I checked for dangers, stationed knights, and told Shitoen to wait in her room until her bath was ready. She thanked me and retreated.

“Shitoen, it’s ready.”

I knocked three times and called out. “Yes,” she replied, emerging with a cloth bundle of clothes.

“Where’s Eton?”

“She was tired, so I told her it’s fine and sent her off.”

Her battle with Snow Leopard Monet must’ve been intense.

But well done. Shitoen’s safe.

“How was Roze-chan?”

Shitoen closed the door, clutching her bundle, and started walking.

“She fought with Raul. It was a mess.”

“Oh my. On my end, Monet-san and Eton started arguing too.”

Her slight shrug was adorable.

“Anyway, relax in the hot spring. It’s clear tonight, so the stars should be beautiful. I’ll be in the men’s bath. Call if you need anything. Guards are posted, so don’t worry.”

As I explained, Shitoen blushed, fidgeting.

“Um…”

She looked up at me hesitantly.

“What?”

Roze’s “Wanna bathe together?” flashed in my mind.

Wait.

Is she…

Inviting me?

I’m being invited!?

No, hold on.

Should I invite her instead!?

Which is it!!

Someone tell me…!

Should the guy make the move!?

Maybe… I should say it.

I ran mental simulations.

“Like I said, the stars are stunning. Tidros and Tania might have different constellations. Wanna check them out while soaking?”

Or maybe: “We’ve got lanterns, but it’s dark and could be risky. Should we bathe together just in case?”

Yes, these! One of these will work!

“Shitoen, uh…”

“Did you ask Father why this hot spring belongs to the royal family?”

Completely off!!

I didn’t say it—safe!!

I nearly got scolded for forgetting we’re on duty!!

“No, I didn’t.”

Sweating bullets, I answered. Shitoen hugged her bundle tightly, shrinking.

“Well… it’s been used by queens for generations…”

“I heard the previous queen came often.”

“Hot springs have effects. This one’s good for stiff shoulders, clear skin, and even energizes horses.”

Her face reddened, and she lifted the bundle to hide it.

“And… it’s a fertility spring…”

I blanked, not grasping “fertility” at first.

Wait!? It doesn’t just energize horses—it makes me horse-level energetic!?

“Not just from the king, but Father told me to… make an effort…”

Her words were barely audible, her face buried in the bundle, probably unable to see ahead.

“That’s why I hate men that age! They just blurt out stuff like that… No tact! Especially Father, always meddling since we got here…!”

Rarely raising her voice, Shitoen vented about Lord Barimoa, and I panicked to defend him.

“No, your father’s just concerned…”

“He’s thinking about things he shouldn’t, and it’s infuriating!”

“Then… I’ll make an effort! So Barimoa and the king won’t worry!”

I blurted out, and Shitoen yanked her face from the bundle.

Even before the bath, her face was lobster-red as she glared.

“We’re still on duty! What are you trying to do!? Unbelievable!!”

She… scolded me…

I defended Barimoa and the king, and Shitoen scolded me…

Stunned, she stormed off.

Panicking, I followed, but she didn’t look back, rushing into the women’s bath and slamming the door in my face.

Aghhh…

Shitoen’s mad…

Leaving the entrance to the guards, I jogged into the men’s bath to keep watch from inside. I spotted Raul crouching by the bath, peering curiously.

“Raul!!”

“Commander… Whoa! Careful! I nearly fell in!!”

I grabbed him from behind, and we almost dove into the bath.

Raul clung to the granite edge, carrying me like a backpack, saving us.

“Raul… Shitoen hates me…”

“What are you saying? It’s a miracle she ever liked you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean!?”

“So, what’d you do?”

“This is a fertility spring.”

“…Huh.”

“Shitoen said Barimoa and the king told her to make an effort. She got mad, saying, ‘Men that age always say stuff like that,’ so I said, ‘I’ll make an effort so they won’t worry,’ and…”

“You’re an idiot.”

Clinging to his back, I got an exasperated tone.

Raul turned, looking at me like I was pathetic.

“Why’d you say that?”

“I was defending Barimoa and the king!”

“You should’ve been considerate to Shitoen. Just apologize. For now, focus on next door. She’s bathing.”

Raul stood, forcing me to get off and stand.

A splash followed a trickle of water.

Shitoen must’ve entered the bath.

No sound after that.

I stepped away from Raul, looking at the bamboo partition.

Of course, I couldn’t see anything.

The barrier, taller than me, loomed in the night’s darkness.

“I’ll stay here. Commander, wait for Shitoen at the women’s bath entrance.”

Raul whispered as I stared at the partition.

“She’s just embarrassed, not really mad. Say, ‘I was careless earlier,’ and she’ll soften.”

“…Maybe.”

I muttered, head down.

Honestly, I didn’t like men near Shitoen’s naked, vulnerable state, but Raul’s trustworthy.

Leaving it to him and waiting outside might cool my head.

“Right…”

I started to say, but—

“Ah!”

Shitoen’s startled cry came from next door.

A thunk like something sank, followed by frantic splashing.

“Shitoen!?”

No response.

Only the sound of water being struck echoed.

As I moved toward the women’s bath, Raul grabbed me.

“Climb over—it’s faster!”

He stepped into the bath, stood against the partition, and interlaced his fingers.

Without replying, I ran, stepping onto Raul’s hands.

He boosted me, and I soared, clearing the partition.

Below, I saw the women’s bath.

Five stone lanterns, all lit, surrounded the bath.

Orange light illuminated the water, with a figure—likely Shitoen—in the center.

Only her white body and silver hair were visible, submerged.

A black-clad figure pressed her down from above.

“Shitoen!”

I landed in the women’s bath with a splash.

The black-clad figure reflexively turned.

Their face was covered, but they clearly didn’t expect help to vault the partition.

Their grip loosened. Shitoen surfaced, coughing painfully.

The figure pushed her head back under.

I stopped thinking.

I swung, punching the figure’s face.

Maybe their neck or right ear.

It connected, but not fatally.

The figure staggered, releasing Shitoen.

I grabbed her waist, pulling her up.

Holding her coughing form, I glared at the figure, retreating slowly.

The water made footing tricky.

The figure, possibly concussed from my hit, shook their head, staggering.

Shitoen’s breathing steadied, and I relaxed slightly, still watching the figure.

Their clothes clung wetly, and I felt something off.

Tall, but unusually slender.

As I backed away, a faint sound caught my ear.

Something glinted.

I twisted left, holding Shitoen. A clang—something hit the marble rock.

A knife.

Short-handled.

Swish, swish—more knives flew from behind.

“Damn it!”

I wanted out of the water. My boots, soaked from jumping in, were heavy.

Where?

Where’s it coming from!?

One attacker—the one pinning Shitoen—or more!?

Dodging while watching, the knives finally stopped. A brief pause.

I kicked through the water, carrying Shitoen out of the bath.

Trying to shake off a boot, a loud splash came.

The black-clad figure, wearing metal claws, charged at me.

“Don’t mess with me. Got some guts, huh?”

I got one boot off.

I sneered at the figure.

“Think a monkey soaking in a spring can take down a Winter Bear?”

I dodged the claws at the last second.

They swung, missing.

As they leaned forward, I kicked their chest, pushing them back, planted my kicking foot, and pivoted.

I kicked their side as they staggered.

A solid hit.

But they had something around their waist.

They slid sideways, less damaged than expected.

“Tch.”

A glint caught my eye.

Another knife.

Its angle aimed at Shitoen.

I twisted, shielding her with my back.

“…Tch!”

A hot, sharp pain hit my right shoulder.

A knife stuck in. Better than being slashed.

“Aaah!”

The figure screamed wordlessly, raising the claws.

My reaction slowed.

No time to retreat.

I charged low, tackling them before the claws fell, hooking their leg as their stance broke.

They stumbled but didn’t fall.

We locked eyes, motionless—until—

“Commander!”

Raul and the others burst through the entrance.

“Too slow!!”

My shout spurred the figure to flee.

They vaulted the partition toward the cliff beyond the bath.

Another shadow followed.

“The door was locked from inside…! Where’d they go!?”

Raul, sword drawn, shouted.

“Over the partition!”

“Suleiman squad, go! Whoa, Commander, you’re hurt!!”

“Forget that, focus on Shitoen. Hey… don’t look.”

“I’m not.”

Raul took off his jacket, covering Shitoen, unconscious in my arms.

“I’m taking her to her room.”

“Also, Commander, pick one—boots on or off.”

“That doesn’t matter now!”

I scoffed, but Raul issued orders to the knights.

“Find the attackers, search every blade of grass! This is for the Commander’s vengeance!”

“Yeah!!”

“I’m not dead!!”