"Your Highness, I concur with the proposals put forth by Prince William and Prince Winter. It would be far more advantageous to deploy such a strategy, and I am firmly convinced that we shall triumph over the Demonic species this time. At the very least, we shall overwhelm them through superior force," one of the noble officials argued with fierce resolve.
The two princes of the Kingdom stood beside the King with their customary composure, observing as the nobles debated the decision while the King remained silent, listening intently. Approximately twenty men were present within the Presence Chamber, of whom nearly a third opposed the notion of dispatching the princes to the frontline.
Naturally, it was not born of concern. Rather, it stemmed from fear, for the two princes would accrue even greater power, and that was what troubled them most. The noble officials regarded the brothers as lunatics of an altogether higher calibre. There existed a very real possibility that, should the two gain authority, they would strip them of their positions, their wealth, and everything else they possessed.
They had no intention of permitting that.
It was widely frowned upon for a woman to rule a Kingdom. Yet, rather than allowing one of the two brothers to ascend the throne, they would sooner see the princess crowned. After all, the brothers were sons of a lowly concubine, while the princess alone was considered true royalty in their eyes, the rightful heiress, though her gender had deprived her of that title.
William cast a brief glance at Winter and spoke casually in a lowered voice.
"Do they not appear excessively fixated upon their own personal gain?"
Winter inclined his head slightly.
"They do."
'But I sincerely do not care in the slightest. Creatures like these exist in every world, and the most effective approach is either to eliminate them or to disregard them entirely,' he reflected with a quiet sigh, already feeling the urge to depart the chamber as their tedious discourse threatened to lull him into sleep.
Is this what the King endured almost every day?
If so, he must be weary indeed.
Curiously, the Queen was not present in the chamber today, though this was most likely because she simply chose not to attend, rather than due to what had occurred the previous day. The last time Winter had seen her was earlier in the royal kitchen.
The discussion dragged on at great length until the King finally reached a decision, agreeing to dispatch the princes to the Frontline. However, it was evident that they would require private instruction from seasoned military officers already stationed there, as well as further training. As such, they were to be deployed to the regional camp by the following morning.
After one week of training and revision, they would then be sent forth to execute the plan, with Winter serving as the Military Head and holding Supreme Military Authority over the four regions, while William would be deployed to the Southern Sphere as originally intended.
If one were to make a rough estimate of how long the conflict might last, it would likely extend well beyond several months. Winter was instantly overwhelmed by the thought of being so far removed from the Queen he had so recently claimed, unable to indulge in her company for such an extended period, nor in that of any woman.
No, that could not be allowed. He would have to find a way around it. If his legendary dragon rod went unused for a week or a month, he doubted he could maintain his mental equilibrium.
'I will find a way.'
Winter clenched his fists.
Starting tomorrow, he would be required to begin learning military tactics and applying them in the field. Although his inherited memories contained some knowledge of warfare and combat skills, they were far from sufficient for a true war, for genuine battle experience.
If they both proceeded unprepared, their deaths would be all but assured.
The King could not afford such a loss.
***
The following day, Winter and William were deployed to the Western Sphere military camp to commence their training.
The wagons carrying their luggage and necessities were already stationed outside the palace, awaiting them alongside roughly twenty seasoned and elite royal guards. The horse drawn carriages were likewise prepared.
Winter remained within his chamber while the palace maids attended to him before his departure for the military camp. Two maids stood close as they assisted him into his inner tunic, smoothing the fabric and fastening it neatly into place.
From time to time, they could not help but let their gazes linger on the prince's prominent endowment, which seemed imposing even in its dormant state. This was not the first occasion on which they had dressed him, yet there was something about him now that felt more dangerously indecent than before.
Winter, of course, noticed.
'It would be rather entertaining to indulge in them all before leaving. They look so enticing. Every woman I encounter in this world seems pleasing to the eye. Excellent. Once I complete this quest, I am certain I will be able to explore other worlds.'
As his thoughts drifted inward, another maid stepped forward with his outer coat, placing it over his shoulders and adjusting the sleeves until they sat properly.
Notably, all the maids were well endowed and attractive enough to tempt him, yet he restrained himself. At the same time, he felt no genuine sexual pull towards them.
Just as with Princess Rose.
He was quick to understand what this implied. His new self was drawn solely towards milfs, both in desire and instinct. This was most likely tied to the system's primary objective. The conclusion came easily to him, requiring little reflection, as it was merely a matter of common sense.
The maids wore modest palace garments intended for service, with long sleeves, plain skirts, and clean aprons fastened at the waist. Their hair was kept neat and pulled back, and they worked quietly, focused only on ensuring his attire was properly arranged and suitable for the journey ahead.
Once they were finished, they withdrew from the chamber, leaving him alone to examine himself in his new attire. He wore a finely made military tunic, paired with leather boots and black gloves, with a royal emblem upon his shoulder that denoted higher authority.
The military camp was established deep within the forest of the Western Sphere, where the entirety of the region's army was stationed. At the pace they were expected to maintain, the journey would likely take a day or two.
He and William would, of course, be travelling together, and it was possible that he was already outside, waiting for him, who had yet to arrive, so that they could begin the journey. They had already taken their leave of the King and Queen earlier, so there was no further need for such formalities.
Suddenly, a knock came upon his door.
"Please, come in," Winter replied, unaware of who stood beyond it.
Moments later, the door opened and Queen Charlotte entered. He turned to face her and was taken aback that she had come to see him in private before his departure. He could discern a faint flush upon her face as she avoided meeting his gaze directly, now that they were enclosed within the same chamber.
"Mother, may I ask what brings you here?" Winter inquired in a composed tone.
She hesitated briefly before answering.
"I… I merely wished to bid you farewell once more before you depart."
He knitted his brows, then grinned slyly.
"Or maybe you just came to make sure I'd keep your secret safe. Of course I will — I'm not one to break promises, mother. By any chance, did you also come here to have a taste of me before I leave?"
Queen Charlotte blushed even more at his words and quickly raised her hands in protest.
"No! Please don't say such improper things. I want that to be the last time something like that happens, so I'm trying to put it out of my mind."
Winter scoffed.
"Is that really true, mother? You don't look like someone who's just come to say a simple goodbye for the second time…"
His gaze roamed over her body. The queen wore a tight, long gown that only emphasized her figure, highlighting her ample breasts and curvy waist. He couldn't believe she actually chose to wear that dress to meet him.
Had she already become addicted to me after just that one encounter?
She gave in so easily, and he loved it. Whether she realized it or not, it worked in his favor.
His arousal grew instantly, pressing against his pants and clearly visible to her. The queen stepped back, gasping as she saw the size once again through his trousers. He quickly closed the gap between them, lifting her hands above her head and pressing her against the wall with a mischievous smile. His erection was literally touching her belly, with only a small space between them. He could tell she was already wet from this and really wanted to make love to her right then, but the guards would soon arrive to remind him of his journey, so it was best not to get caught with the queen in his chambers.
Despite the temptation, he had to ignore it.
He used his other hand to raise her chin and looked right into her eyes as she tried to avoid it at all costs.
"Mother, I know you're hungry for my cock, and surely it won't be the last time that I will be fucking you senseless. I'm interested in doing that now, but I will try to remain calm for now. However, do me a favor: suck my cock."
Queen Charlotte was bewildered instantly.
"I should do what…?"
"You heard me the first time. Do it, or we will go the hard way right now and right here."
After a moment of hesitation, she fell to her knees as Winter pulled down his pants and brought out his fully erect cock. This was better than banging her here now; it wouldn't take her two minutes for this.
She slowly took hold of his large cock and looked at him as she gently stroked it. Her cheeks were flushed deep crimson, making her appear more endearing. She resembled a girl in her twenties rather than the mother of an adult. As she slowly caressed it, she began to put it into her mouth and started sucking on it, gradually becoming more vigorous as it went on and making him pant heavily.
Her mouth was about to tear open, for the size was far too big for her to handle; it was filled with his cock. A minute later, Winter decided to erupt, ejaculating all over her face and into her mouth.
"You did well, mother," he praised, then patted her head like a pet before putting his pants back on.
"You should clean up before leaving the quarters."
***
Some time later, Winter arrived at the palace gates, where the guards were already assembled alongside the wagons and horse-drawn carriages. William was seated within the carriage Winter was to join, while Princess Rose emerged moments later to bid them farewell as they prepared to depart. Winter acknowledged her presence with a genuine smile before stepping into the royal carriage beside William.
William smiled as the door was closed.
"You are finally here, brother. We may begin the journey now."
Winter replied curtly,
"Of course."
Thus, the journey to the military camp commenced without further delay. The guards moved in formation alongside the horse-drawn carriages as they advanced, while Winter's private adviser, Bethel, rode behind on horseback, keeping close watch.
He had not been present recently, having been dispatched on duty by the King the moment Winter returned to the palace. He had only arrived that very morning to rejoin him. In his view, there was no conceivable way Winter could proceed without his counsel, particularly after the last display he had witnessed, which had convinced him that the prince was, in his own way, a lunatic.
'So it is time I set out to complete the other part of the quest,' Winter concluded inwardly, gazing out of the carriage window with quiet composure.