149 This Mansion is Way Too Big

“It’s massive. Exactly what you’d expect from a royal villa.”

“Duke, that’s actually quite rude. That counts as lèse-majesté, so I’ll have to have you executed.”

“Am I really going to die over a comment like that…?”

“…Incredible.”

After disembarking from the ship, we followed a perfectly manicured path until we stood before the estate.

Duke and Shari, being from high-ranking noble families, didn't look particularly shaken, but Allen—born a commoner—was just standing there, mouth agape in a total daze.

Honestly, I felt the same way.

I might technically be a member of House Fanscent, but deep down in my soul, I still don't really consider myself a noble.

Besides, this mansion was just too damn big. I’d heard there was a ballroom adjacent to the main building, which probably explained the scale. I’d originally thought we wouldn't need any servants for just ten people, but looking at the sheer size of this place, managing it ourselves was going to be a nightmare.

Well, whatever. I guess even the struggle will make for a good memory.

Then, something clicked in my mind.

The game Noblesse Oblige was packed with side stories. I didn't remember every single one of them, obviously, but I was pretty sure there was an event toward the end of the game that involved staying at a mansion.

Wait, wasn't there something hidden on this uninhabited island…?

But looking at the current flow of things, we were definitely in the ‘reward’ phase. We had three days and two nights ahead of us, and the plan was to relax as much as humanly possible. Successfully protecting Sophia must have been a major turning point in the narrative.

Whatever. Overthinking things is a bad habit.

“Weiss, let’s go inside.”

“Lord Weiss, hurry, hurry!”

“You guys are such children,” I teased.

It was a total secret that I was actually struggling to suppress my own excitement.

Duke pushed open the gargantuan front doors with both hands. They probably weren't as heavy as they looked, but the sight triggered a faint memory.

Eh, it’s probably fine.

The entrance hall was gorgeous. A spiral staircase dominated the space, and a small table nearby held an assortment of welcome fruits. It looked like the servants had stayed until the very last moment to ensure everything was perfect. Apparently, if we sent out a messenger bird, a full staff would arrive within a few hours. This was the literal definition of "lavish hospitality."

“…Cool.”

“What’s up, Cecil? You into this kind of architecture?”

“Yes, I love it. I mean, look… doesn’t this bronze statue look incredibly that?”

It was rare to see Cecil this excited. She rushed over to a statue of some bearded old guy I didn't recognize who was staring stoically into the distance.

“What do you mean by ‘that’?”

“…You know, that. Like… a detective.”

“A detective? Ah, right.”

Noblesse Oblige was a game, after all. It was a hodgepodge of different cultural influences. Now that I thought about it, Cecil’s character profile mentioned she was a fan of mysteries. I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised.

Still, now that everyone was away from school and the threat of combat, they were looking much more lively. It felt like we were actually just students for once. I decided I might as well enjoy the privilege of seeing this "unreleased content" myself.

“Lord Weiss, I realized I haven't properly thanked you yet.”

“For what?”

Tura had approached me. She was still wearing her hakama. Wait, are her casual clothes just another hakama? No, that can’t be right.

“For the Unnatural wall. I tried using it in our last battle, and it was exceptionally effective.”

“Oh, that. It’s not really worth a thank you.”

In exchange for my help, my progress in learning Wind Magic was skyrocketing thanks to her. Not only was it effective against the Demon Race, but when combined with my Time Lapse, I’d figured out how to dispel magic circles from long range.

The timing couldn't have been better.

Now, I was already looking toward the next step.

Fire, Water, or Earth. I need to pick one.

Eventually, I’d have to master all of them to take down the Demon King. That was the bare minimum requirement for survival. Now, how should I—

“Weiss-kun, I found some melo-melon.”

“Ah, thanks, Carta.”

“You had that serious look on your face again. Come on, let’s just have some fun, okay?”

“Heh. Yeah, you’re right.”

I’d let my bad habit slip again, and Carta had called me on it. Good grief, the guy is way too good at reading people.

“I want to get into my swimsuit already~!” Olynn muttered.

…Wait, which version am I going to see?

“Weiss, shall we go bring our luggage to the room?”

“A-Ah, yeah. Good idea.”

Okay, stop thinking. Just stop.

We headed upstairs to our respective rooms to drop off our gear and take a quick breather. When I sat down on the bed, I had a perfect view of the ocean through the window. It was glorious.

In the corner of the room, Cynthia was already organizing her things. Then, without a word, she started sliding her jacket off.

Her translucent, milky-white skin was breathtaking, and the line of her nape was incredibly elegant. Every time her silky blonde hair swayed, I found myself struck by the same thought.

Is this incredible woman really my fiancé?

Lilith was right there next to her, also peeling off her top—

“…Wait, what are you two doing?!”

“Huh? Lord Weiss, aren't you going to change too?”

“…Right. I forgot. That was the plan.”

It had completely slipped my mind. We were on a schedule. Apparently, the girls had held a meeting I wasn't invited to and decided the most "efficient" way to have fun was to stick to a strict itinerary. I glanced at the handmade guidebook they’d given me—it was covered in adorable illustrations.

Give me a break.

“Weiss, let’s get changed, shall we?”

“Lord Weiss, come on, come on!”

Cynthia was wearing black lingerie that created a stunning contrast against her pale skin. It was adorned with cute ribbons and was far more intricately designed than anything that should exist in this world. Her black bra was doing its best, but it couldn't quite contain her soft fullness.

…Not bad at all.

Lilith was more slender, but her body was toned and firm. Looking at the curve of her waist made me want to reach out and touch her. She was wearing pure white underwear that looked very feminine on her.

Alright. Fine.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them had me changed.

Into my swimsuit.

“Well… it’s a hassle, but I guess it’s time for the beach.”

“Weiss, those black sunglasses really suit you.”

“Lord Weiss, your new swimsuit is so stylish!”

Just like my usual casual clothes, this melo-melon patterned swimsuit was a custom piece I’d had Zebis track down for me.

As expected, I’m definitely the hottest guy here.

Just then, Shari’s voice screeched through the hallway.

“Allen! I told you I’m still changing—!!”

“I-I’m sorry! I didn't mean to!”

Good grief, those two are as lovey-dovey as ever.

Now then, it was time to go find out which kind of swimsuit Olynn had brought.

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“Belk, where the hell are we?!”

“I don’t know… All I can see is ocean in every direction!”

“Ugh, letting you handle the navigation was a huge mistake.”

“This is your fault, Meryl! You slept the whole time!”

“I was the one using magic to row the boat! The course was your job!”

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