anslated by SoundOfDestiny

After an audience with his brother King Granard, Raidorl returned to the house he had been given.

In the early days of the war against the empire, the vast mansion in the middle of the noble district was a lonely place where he was alone with his maid Neimilia, but now a third resident has taken up residence.

“Oi, Onii-san give me back my sword!”

“.... The lord of the house just came back and you’ve already thrown a fit, haven’t you? Your Highness, Princess Célia?”

As soon as Raidorl entered the house, the girl shouted at him and Raidorl gave her an annoyed smile.

It was a beautiful blonde girl who came up to Raidorl. She was Célia Von Althlein, Imperial Princess and chosen keeper of the Holy Sword of Claíomh Solas .

She was brought to this house as a prisoner of war, and now wears neither military uniform nor mithril armor, but a simple white blouse and navy blue skirt.

“It’s not for me to say, but.... if you’re a royalthy, you should behave with a little more decency. To begin with, if it was the holy sword you want, wouldn’t it be on your hip?”

Raidorl pointed his forefinger at Célia’s waist. There was indeed a Claíomh Solas in its sheath.

Raidorl didn’t like it when people talked about him as if he had stolen something.

But at Raidorl’s words, Célia? lifted her eyes, bared her pointed double teeth and shouted more angrily.

“That’s not the point! Why isn’t Claíomh Solas answering my call? What have you done to him?”

“Hmm? What makes you think that?”

“Who else but you, Onii-san! To block the power of the holy sword. ....!!”

“Hmmm, Well, you’re right..”

Raidorl shrugged his shoulders and affirmed.

The reason why they have not confiscated the weapon from the captive Célia, the holy sword, a weapon with the power of an army, is because she is not able to use it now.

“While you were unconscious, I placed a curse on you to break your connection to the Holy Sword...... Here.”

“Hyaa!?”

Raidorl grabbed the collar of the blouse Célia was wearing and mercilessly opened her chest.

The woman’s gently swollen breasts have a black mark engraved just above the heart.

Similar to the one engraved on Granard’s chest, it is a “sealing curse” placed by the cursed holy sword, the Dáinsleif.

“It is an adaptation of a curse .... that my ancestors once used to seal a witch. Even with the power of the Dáinsleif, I can’t block the power of the Claíomh Solas, a holy sword of equal rank.But it is possible to seal the power of the holder of the holy sword and temporarily separate it from the holy sword.”

“Hi...a...a...”

“It’s only a temporary curse, it will break eventually. ........ What’s wrong?”

Whether Célia hears the explanation or not, she looks down at her bare chest and shivers.

Raidorl tilted his head, wondering if it was such a shock to have the curse engraved on her.

“Don’t worry, once the curse is lifted, the mark will be ....”

“Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa”

“Waoooa?”

A high-pitched scream came from the mouth of Célia. The scream pierces his ears at point blank range, and Raidorl’s body jerks back.

“Get off me! Don’t touch me!”

“Hey, what’s up with ....?”

“No! No! No, no, no, no, no!”

“Hey, if you pull too much .. oh!?”

Célia clutched her breasts and tried to distance herself from Raidorl. But Raidorl was still holding onto her blouse.

The scream startled him, and his posture slumped. As she falls back, Raidorl is pulled forward and falls to the ground.

“Whoa!”

“Ow! ....!”

Raidorl and Célia fell to the floor in a folded heap.

With a buzzing sound, even the remaining buttons are torn off.

The white skin of the princess is exposed at once from the neck to the navel, and her two breasts without a bra are exposed.

She was half-naked, and Raidorl was on top of her.

Naturally, as an imperial princess, this was the first time she had ever experienced such tyranny.

“Oh,....”

“Ouch....,that’s dangerous, what’s with you suddenly?

“No.... oh no. I don’t like this. .... Ugh, agh, agh, agh ....”

“What..?”

The blouse was peeled off, and the man pushed her down....Finally, the thread of tension that had held her together was broken.

Célia cries out like a little child.

“Uwahhhh, uwahhh”

Célia knew what the enemy soldiers would do to a captured female soldier, but she never thought she would be subjected to such humiliation.

The holy sword that she relied on, even after all this time, does not speak to her. It will not lend her any strength.

It was enough to push the teenage princess to the limit, no matter how she was chosen by the holy sword.

“Let’s see....”

Raidorl, on the other hand, remained in the position in which he had pushed Célia down, his eyes bewildered.

The woman crying like a child in front of him is the holy sword holder who had once hunted him down on the battlefield and to Raidorl she did not seem to fit together.

Raidorl looked at her crying face for a while and then nodded his head somewhat later as if he was satisfied.

“Oh, yeah. Normal women doesn’t like to be seen naked. ....”

With this all-too-common realization, Raidorl put his own jacket over her naked body even though is was too late.