Chapter 1 The Villainess Princess Rosella, Part ①*
Edited by: Kanaa-senpai
When I heard the name “Akeios,” I remembered.
The vague unease I’d carried since birth suddenly formed—like fog lifting from a window—at that very moment.
I had lived in Japan. What counted as “ordinary” was debatable, but I’d lived as no one special—just a completely average commoner.
Where exactly that memory ended, I couldn’t say.
But from the perspective of the person holding those memories, this was clearly another world.
And I recognized it.
”Isn’t this the world of Princess Knight Chronicle?”
The small country nearby, I heard, was called Lulegard.
That was exactly the homeland of the protagonist from the RPG Princess Knight Chronicle. And this—this was the neighboring great power, Akeios.
The royal family’s name matched too. No doubt about it.
”Are you listening, Marqui-sama?” the tutor asked.
At the tender age of three, barely aware of the world, I already had a tutor.
Even as a baron’s son—a rural noble at that—we were reasonably wealthy, and my education had begun.
Starting with geography, I learned the name of this country.
My tutor was a man with a somewhat nervous-looking face. My older brother had been taught by him too, and the reviews were good.
”Sensei, what year is it now?” I asked.
”Oh my, already asking questions? Excellent—enthusiasm is important. It’s currently New World Calendar Year 710. Ah, the New World Calendar refers to the time after God once reset the world, and—”
The game started in New World Calendar Year 732, if I remembered correctly.
That meant the game began twenty-two years from now.
Which meant war would break out.
Starting with the Kingdom of Akeios’s invasion of its neighboring country, the flames of war would spread across the entire continent.
”Sensei, if war breaks out, what will happen to me?”
”That’s a curious question. Still, it’s good that you’re eager to learn about various things. Well then—as the second son of House Baron Magnum, you’d naturally be expected to stand at the front, leading the territory’s soldiers to the front lines. Something like that, perhaps.”
This was no joke.
Having lived in peaceful Japan with no military conscription, carrying those memories and that personality into this life, I had absolutely no mental strength for combat.
In other words: I don’t want to die.
But still—I’d like to meet the protagonist. And I couldn’t deny wanting to get close with some of the major characters.
Princess Knight Chronicle had been popular partly because of its designs for female armor—just barely avoiding an R-rating (and censored in some regions overseas)—with generous exposure. Getting to see that up close had its appeal too.
Especially the protagonist. A princess knight, as the title suggested. Lovely figure, a body line that appealed to men. Plenty of fanworks existed.
Even so, I didn’t want to die on a battlefield.
”You look troubled, my lord,” the tutor said.
”Yes, Sensei. This is quite the problem.”
”Heh—let’s start by mastering the basics.”
History, geography, global affairs—I wanted to burn all of this into my head first.
Right now, it was geography.
”Sensei, tell me everything about this country and our neighbor, Lulegard—the place names, the terrain—right now.”
”Th-that’s great enthusiasm, but all at once like that…”
”There’s no time to waste!”
What I needed to survive: information, wisdom, and power.
That night at dinner, Marqui approached his father the Baron and requested sword training.
* * *
The realization that this was the world of an RPG was very important.
Realizing something also meant being able to see it.
—Experience points, huh…
I could now see something like a window at the edge of a game screen.
Apparently, no one else could see it, so I quickly stopped talking about it—but that just meant I had to figure out how to use it through trial and error.
I started sword training with my brother. But even as my base stats increased, it was minimal—my level never rose.
In the game, you gained experience by defeating monsters.
So I told them I wanted to go to the forest where monsters supposedly appeared and get some real combat experience. But no adult would allow a young child to do something like that.
Could I sneak out?
Days passed with nothing but frustrated anxiety. Then I started studying magic too.
If I couldn’t gain experience, I’d at least acquire more skills.
In Princess Knight Chronicle, leveling came from defeating monsters; skills came from study and training.
This was age five.
My brother was two years older—seven-year-old him just wanted to play.
But Marqui, with the mental age of an adult, had no interest in childish games.
Instead, he threw himself into study and sword training, preparing for the dark future ahead—so much that the household servants grew worried.
I made my own schedule.
”Iaido!”
A sharp flash—a blade drawn from its sheath—cut through the scarecrow of bundled straw.
”Excellent work, Marqui-sama!” the swordsmanship instructor said.
My sword instructor was the commander of the territory’s military forces. A bearded man with a warm laugh.
”Huff. That makes three, finally.”
Sweeping slash. Thrust. And now, the draw-cut.
”What are you saying? To have mastered three sword skills at age five—there’s no other word for it but genius.”
Few even began sword training at five.
In terms of swordsmanship, I seemed to have some talent.
But—
”My lord, the sorcery instructor has arrived,” a maid called.
However, magical talent didn’t come as easily—I’d only managed to learn basic fire magic.
”Well now, magic’s all about control, child,” the sorcery instructor said. “At your age, Marqui-sama, it’s generally nearly impossible just to get magic workin’—what with all them emotional ups and downs.”
So said my mature lady sorcery instructor—but I was far from the level I needed.
Was it that both sword and magic had reached their limits for now, due to low strength and mana?
”Sensei, what’s that?” I asked.
”This is a grimoire. Oh—it’s dangerous, so I won’t hand it over.”
”Dangerous?”
”Yes. It even contains instructions for drawing magic circles that can summon monsters.”
A magic circle that could summon monsters?
If I had that, I could call monsters even here and get real combat experience—didn’t that mean…?
I wanted to read it.
But she probably wouldn’t let me that easily.
I thought. But opportunity came sooner than expected.
During a written test, the sorcery instructor dozed off.
In that opening, I opened the grimoire and found it.
”This is it!”
I quickly copied it onto another sheet and returned it, acting as if nothing had happened.
That night, I put it into action.
I snuck out of the mansion and into the woods behind it.
Fortunately, the moonlight was bright—no lamp needed, and I could read my copied sheet.
I traced the magic circle with a wooden stick.
I was aware of how dangerous this was—but the anxiety of not leveling up was stronger.
I chanted the spell.
”Come forth from the depths of darkness. I open the lid of hell. The offering is here. Answer my call—come, come…”
Moonlight poured down onto the magic circle. Despite clear skies, thunder struck.
After a roaring crash, the smell of scorched earth rose—and beyond the smoke, a figure appeared.
”Mm—hmm—who called me?”
A girl.
She was older than my five-year-old self—but she had none. (Where? Down there.)
Silver-haired, with hair reaching her shoulders, she was practically naked. Only elbow-length black leather gloves and knee-high boots of the same material.
Her areolae alone swelled in conical shapes, and her waist had begun to curve. A small but clearly feminine rear, a plump mound—the cleft of her s*x drawing a deep shadow.
And at her waist, bat-like black wings.
It would be years before I reached sexual maturity, yet I felt a stirring in my groin.
My mental age was adult—so a body like this, with its forbidden nakedness, excited me.
”You—you called me?”
Those golden, threatening eyes caught mine.
A display appeared.
”Demon Princess…”
Not even in the monster encyclopedia—but in the game, she was a boss from the final dungeons.
”Yes—I am Demon Princess Lili Lim. Fufu. Calling me out—I expected some loli-obsessed pervert, but you’re just a child. An early one.”
Her nature was supposedly close to a succubus.
Officially, “Lili Lim” was a single full name—no first name and last name, apparently.
She looked around.
”So, where’s the offering? Surely not you?”
Summoning required an offering—but I hadn’t prepared one.
Without an offering, the monster would attack the summoner instead.
That was fine. I’d intended to fight anyway.
But I hadn’t expected a boss with a recommended level over seventy to appear.
Wait—normally, wouldn’t someone low-level summoning only produce weak monsters?
”Have you already started getting curious about that? How old are you?”
”I-I’m five.”
”Ugh—even for a shotacon, that’s too young. You haven’t even hit puberty yet, have you? This won’t do—no offering for me.”
To repeat: her nature was close to a succubus.
Meaning, what Lili Lim desired was semen, rich in life essence.
”Then, if you’d just leave—”
”Can’t do that. Hmm—how about this: when you hit puberty, I’ll collect all at once.”
”S-so then, when that time comes—”
”No—I’ll let you command me now, on credit. Fufu. The more you command, the more I’ll collect later…”
That attractive smile was terrifying.
”Don’t tell me—interest?”
”Oh my, at your age, you know about that too, huh?”
Lili Lim drew closer.
I thought I should run. But perhaps it was instinct, male even at this age—I couldn’t move.
She pulled me into a tight embrace.
”You’re cute. Now I understand why shotacon fans feel the way they do.”
Holy crap, she smelled incredible. The softness and warmth were overwhelming.
”O-onee-san!”
Before I knew it, my hands were on Lili Lim’s rear.
”Ah! My, what an early brat!”
”Heheh—wait, no! I mean, um—I have a request.”
”What?”
”Could you capture some weak monsters for me?”
”Why?”
I looked up at her through her cleavage.
”You see—”
I hesitated about how much to say—but ended up telling her everything, even the reincarnation stuff.
”Hmm—a big war, huh. So you want to build strength before that.”
”You believe me?”
”Half and half. But it sounds interesting. And if you get stronger, your essence might improve too. Fine—I’ll cooperate.”
And so, each night, I met Lili Lim in the woods, secretly training in combat against monsters.
* * *
Twenty years since my past life’s memories returned.
I, Marqui Magnum, was twenty-three years old.
I stood in the barracks of the knights’ order in the royal capital.
My elder brother inherited the title. As for me, I was to make my living as a knight.
At sixteen, I left the family home and joined the royal capital’s knight order—where I discovered a shocking truth.
Back then, my level was seventy-three. My companions were all far too weak.
Once I crossed blades in training, I could see my opponent’s level. The average among them was twenty-five. The squad leaders were around thirty. The unit called the strongest in the order averaged forty. And the captain everyone admired—the captain of that top unit—was level fifty-two.
That top unit always ends up fighting the protagonist in games, doesn’t it? In the end, the protagonist’s princess knight wipes them all out.
I need to stay out of the attention. If possible, I want to be assigned to a remote regional garrison far from the front lines.
So I’ll hide my strength.
For the record, my current level is—
”Marqui, got a sec?”
In the mess hall, a young man from my unit called out.
”What?”
”It’s just—our unit’s off duty tomorrow, right? And that guy’s got a date. Could you give him a shave?”
A twenty-year-old junior knight was bobbing his head shyly, looking embarrassed as he bowed.
”Yeah, sure.”
I’d started doing shaves on the side for some pocket money within the knight order.
Honestly, this world’s technology doesn’t have decent razors. Shaving hurts—and sometimes draws blood. A lot of guys grow beards to look wilder, but they still want their cheeks clean.
I had maxed out Dexterity and Technique, and I’d acquired practically every slashing skill. I lathered the junior’s face, brought the razor up close from the front.
Since I was doing it right there in the mess hall, a crowd had gathered.
”Alright, here we go.”
”O-okay, please.”
The junior was tense—probably because he’d tried shaving himself before and it had gone badly.
But when I gently pressed the blade and began shaving, the junior’s expression shifted to one of surprise.
”There—done.”
”Huh? Already?”
He touched his chin.
”Smooth… Completely painless. Actually, it almost felt kind of nice.”
His colleague laughed.
”See? I told you. This guy’s shaving technique is world-class.”
I didn’t want to show off too much, but this much was probably fine. Nobody would ever think someone could take down monsters with a razor.
”Marqui, I’m next!”
”No, Magnum, do me first.”
And so—I’m popular with men, at least.
Right now, things are peaceful.
Two years remain. How many of us will still be in these barracks by then?
* * *
Late at night, in bed, I’m sometimes held by anxiety.
I’d done everything I could. I joined the knight order to increase my chances of fighting, but maybe I should find an excuse and quit. No—the game had conscription, even dragging farmers into service. I should request a transfer as soon as possible. Get out to the countryside.
”I can’t sleep.”
A beautiful girl was looking down at my face.
”Lilim… This is a men-only dormitory.”
There are female knights, but obviously their quarters are separate.
”I’m not human, silly. Anyway—being surrounded by all these men, you must be tense by now, right?”
Just seeing her face made me hard.
”I was thinking of buying a prostitute in town tomorrow, since I’m off duty.”
”Liar. You’re saving money for when the war comes. Instead of wasting it like that, I could give you a much better woman to… relieve you.”
Lilim, unchanged from when we first met. In terms of sensation, she’d shifted from older sister to younger sister.
She openly displayed her fresh, naked body, giving off a scent that swelled a man’s desires.
”Come on, there’s my roommate…”
This was a two-person room.
”He’s dead asleep.”
”Did you put a sleep spell on him?”
”No, he’s just naturally asleep. That’s more thrilling, isn’t it?”
”It’ll be a problem if he wakes up!”
Though… if I got fired, maybe that wouldn’t be so bad?
But even so, I still carried the Baron Magnum name.
”Stop complaining. I haven’t finished collecting my offering yet. Come on—you love licking me here, don’t you?”
Lilim straddled my face, who was lying on my back. She lowered her hips, bringing her cleft close, the sweet-sour scent of temptation making my tongue reach out. Her plump mounds pressed against my lips, and I ran my tongue over her hairless folds, the sounds of wet licking filling the air.
”Ahhh… Hehe, even as an adult, I’m still adorable. When I first made you taste me for your coming-of-age celebration, you were so incredibly excited. You came right away.”
One hand gripped her thigh, the other cupped her rear. Of course—with such a beautiful girl forcing oral sex on me, I couldn’t exactly say no. And naturally, I was excited.
But since she was a devil, there was always risk.
The night Lilim stole my first kiss, I collapsed. Not for just one day—for three days straight. Now that I was an adult, it wasn’t that bad, but I still ended up exhausted the next day.
”Ah, there…”
When I sucked on her clit, Lilim’s rear trembled, and her honey flowed in plenty. My saliva and her honey mixed, and the dirty scent filled the room. I could only pray my sleeping roommate wouldn’t have a wet dream.
”Hah, hah… yes…”
With a dreamy expression, she finally pulled back from my face—but now she pulled off my blanket, stripped off my pajama bottoms and underwear, and even opened my pajama top.
”You’re already so stiff… Ahh, the thick masculine scent—you’ve really been saving it up, haven’t you?”
Apparently she could see it as a number.
”Thanks to staying with me, you’ve grown into an attractive c**k that could make any woman yours with one stroke. Do you realize?”
”I’ve never seen anyone else’s erect c**k.”
Even in the baths, there were guys bigger than mine.
”A monstrous ridge, that hardness, that heat… that wicked shape, and vital energy of 130,000… When you first came of age, it wasn’t even a hundred.”
Even that first time had been triggered by Lilim’s stimulation. Not that I could ever admit I’d come of age after seeing her peeing in the woods during our meeting.
She lay down beside me and started stroking.
”Hmph…”
”Feels good? Of course it does. Come on now, leave it to your big sister—just let it all out.”
She still thought of herself as my older sister. In terms of actual lifespan, she was much older—but she sure didn’t look it.
”Just how much vitality is normal, anyway?”
”Hmm—that guy sleeping next to you has about fifteen hundred. The highest in this dorm after Marqui is twenty-four hundred.”
I’ve been trained way too much.
Lilim stuck out her cute tongue, licking my n**ple in little circles. Her playful up-ward glance sent shivers through me.
”Ugh… ugh…”
”Don’t hold back. Hah, hah—honestly, just stroking your c**k has me about to lose it.”
Pre-c*m leaked from my tip, smearing across her beautiful, delicate-looking palm. Wet sounds began to echo as her hand slid over the glans, and the stimulation intensified.
”Lilim—I’m about to…”
”You can’t even m**urbate properly here, can you? Let me suck it.”
She flipped around, presenting her rear right above my face. She spread her thighs wide, her attractive cleft opening slightly, and her honey dripped onto my chest.
At the same time as a wet sound, the quality of the stimulation changed. She licked at my glans while her small lips sucked me.
”Ahhh…”
I could feel my life essence being drained through Lilim’s clinging lips—and the pleasure was unreal. They said human men would even risk death to mate with dark creatures just to experience this.
”Ahhn… Mmm, mmm, suck, squelch, slurp…”
The sensation of her small breasts and stiff n**ples pressing against my stomach increased my excitement, and I thrust my hips up while embracing her.
”I’m coming, Lilim!”
Spluurrrt! Glug-glug! Splurt! Throb-throb…
From the beating tip, the release continued in a long, sustained pleasure.
”Urp?! Mmm… huff, huff, ahh…”
Above my chest, Lilim let out a spray. Even her naked body was trembling.
For a moment, I was dazed. Lying in the warmth, soaked in the sweet-scented urine of the demon lord’s daughter, I felt—briefly—like nothing mattered.
”Ahh, that was good. Sorry—I leaked. But you like my pee, don’t you? Heheh…”
”Heheh, my ass.”
I sat up and wiped myself off. Lilim had conveniently stayed in bed.
”Hey—don’t sleep!”
She was already breathing evenly. I could only pray she’d be gone by morning.
—
Summary:
Marqui begins the chapter reflecting on his hidden strength and the two-year countdown before the game’s events unfold. After demonstrating his world-class shaving skills to his comrades, Lilim visits his dormitory at night to collect her offering through intimate means. The encounter leaves Marqui exhausted but briefly free from his deep dread, though Lilim refuses to leave, creating potential complications for the morning.
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Trivia:
Marqui’s current level is never directly stated, though the narrative cuts off mid-thought when he begins to reveal it.
The top unit that always fights game protagonists is level 52, and Marqui’s current level is much higher than theirs.
Lilim’s first encounter with Marqui occurred during his coming-of-age celebration, triggering both his first sexual experience and his initial collapse from her drain.
Marqui’s vitality rating has grown from under 100 to 130,000 through long contact with Lilim.
The average vitality of other knights in the dormitory is approximately 1,500 to 2,400, suggesting Marqui’s stats are too high.
Lilim mentioned the war is coming, which matches the game’s timeline Marqui knows will lead to the protagonist wiping out his faction.
Marqui’s shaving skills derive from his maxed-out Dexterity and Technique stats, which he maintains as a cover for his true power.
The princess knight is mentioned as the one who will eventually destroy the top unit, positioning her as a future enemy.
Lilim collects “offerings” through intimate encounters, suggesting a demonic pact or mutual relationship.
Marqui’s roommate remains completely unaware of Lilim’s presence throughout the scene.
Notes:
• Marqui – A knight of the Akeios Kingdom’s Knight Order who deliberately maintains an unremarkable record to avoid standing out. Possesses exceptional shaving skills that have gained underground popularity among the knights. Reincarnated into a game world where he knows Rosella Elrat is the final boss. Self-deprecating and pragmatic, he attempts to avoid any involvement with the main plot while internally panicking about the looming apocalypse. Currently serves as a mob knight in the barracks. A knight who joined the royal capital’s knight order at sixteen. Born into the Baron Magnum family but gave up succession to his elder brother. Has maxed out Dexterity and Technique stats along with nearly all slashing skills. His current level is significantly higher than his peers. Maintains a pragmatic and reserved personality while hiding his true power to avoid standing out.
• Magnum – A knight who calls out for Marqi’s shaving services. Name implies connection to the Baron Magnum family line.
• Lilim – A demon girl who has known Marqi since his coming-of-age. Appears as a beautiful young woman with an ageless quality. Demonstrates playful and seductive behavior while maintaining a possessive yet affectionate attitude toward Marqi. She collects offerings from him through intimate encounters. Exists in a complex relationship that blends danger with comfort.
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Edited by Kanaa-senpai.
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