Starting with the defeated female knight

"But you're not actually 100% sure, are you?"

She smiled.

"If I die, perhaps you can avoid the damage from the explosion here."

"But I estimate that my body won't even leave a trace, so you won't have a chance to deal with all the 'troubles' I've accumulated."

So, I said I would heal you.

The tentacle patted her face again, this time with more force.

I admit, I'm not 100% confident I can completely cure you.

After all, your situation is so bad and complicated that it's really not easy to handle.

But now, I'm 100% sure.

The tentacles wrapped around her neck and slowly tightened.

It wasn't much effort, but it was enough to make this weak body feel short of breath.

"Phew—you really are..."

I don't know if it's because of difficulty breathing or some other reason.

A blush crept onto Aurora's face.

"Why? Is it because of some new technology? Or...?"

Because you made me angry.

So I will heal you, then break you, then heal you again, then break you again.

[I'll punish you severely, you vile bastard, with this method, so you'll know what it means to offend me, and what it means to wish you were dead.]

The words fell.

A light shone in Aurora's eyes.

My breathing became more rapid.

"Huff...cough cough..."

"You really are...you really are..."

The blush spread further, and her eyes became slightly moist.

"...Oh, you incredibly wicked and evil tentacle master."

【certainly】

After saying that, the tentacles released their hold on her.

Then he patted her head.

Okay, you pervert.

After I heal you, I will punish you properly. Just don't regret it then.

Even Aurora's demeanor and body quickly went limp after being touched by the tentacle.

The submissive posture turned into docility, and although the wicked smile did not disappear, it was no longer provocative.

However, just as Aurora finally decided to temporarily abandon the plan and obediently listen to the tentacles.

Under her gaze, the tentacles used their tips to curl up the collar that had fallen onto the bed due to the trembling and movement.

Then, it was handed to her.

Your current assets are too little; they're simply not enough to pay off your debts.

Therefore, I won't touch your principal; after all, it's a swan that's going to lay eggs for me.

But I don't want the principal.

But when it comes to interest, I won't be polite.

It's time for me to pay the price.

You wretched little brat!

I've put up with you for so long!

And then, the revenge began.

After enduring countless provocations.

The tentacles, having reached their limit, finally began their revenge.

And that despicable and vile fellow finally received some of the punishment he deserved.

Congratulations, congratulations.

Meanwhile, in the room separated by only one wall.

Grace and Tentacles also finished tidying up the house.

However, no similar storyline unfolded.

After all, although she was quite heavyweight in some aspects, Grace was essentially a well-behaved girl.

However, although she herself is fine, there are certain aspects of her views...

"Lord Tentacle, I'd like to bring my sister along too. Although she seems aloof, I can tell she longs for your favor..."

"We can share a room, even just one bed, that way it will be more convenient for you if you need anything..."

"Also, there are some other children in the group who need attention. While it's not exactly favoritism, giving those who perform well a chance is a reward..."

"You wouldn't want to see them sad, would you?"

Grace is an optimistic, cheerful, understanding, and empathetic girl.

But because of this, they are very willing to help others.

They are also happy to share.

And help my beloved Tentacle Master pick all sorts of beautiful daisies.

On the contrary, the blood-red child in her eyes had no problem in this regard.

Although he is a god, he just likes to snuggle in the arms of tentacles and act cute.

As for the atmosphere in the last room...

That was an even more harmonious anomaly.

Cynthia didn't even tidy up the room. She went in, pounced on the bed, and grabbed a bag of potato chips from the side.

She just lay there on the bed, swinging her fair little feet.

He was eating potato chips while reading the books he had brought, appearing unusually relaxed.

I've told you so many times, no eating potato chips in bed! The crumbs will easily make a mess!

"It's okay, I've licked it all clean."

As she spoke, Cynthia stuck out her pink little tongue.

In front of the tentacles, it licked all the residue off its hands in a very flexible, serious, and meticulous manner.

And until the very end, even the anti-stain paper on the bed was completely clean.

"Look, it's all gone."

She showed her clean little hands to the tentacles.

"I am of royal blood, after all, so I can do this kind of thing."

"Is this what you call using your royal blood?"

"Yes."

She nodded readily.

"And you can do other things too."

silence.

Then came a sigh.

I know you're tired too, and I know things are really bad in the capital, but... never mind.

If you want, you can stay here for now.

[At worst, I'll just raise it like a piglet.]

"Hooray—"

The pig on the other side squealed twice in a very cooperative manner, and even arched its body.

But a moment later.

Cynthia sat up and put the book about imperial management and economics aside.

After raising its head, it calmly and indifferently looked at the tentacles in front of it.

"If you need it, the Silver Moon can rise again at any time."

"Whether it's for managing the empire or simply for your own preferences, it's fine."

silence.

Then came another sigh.

I know it's not a good job.

But an empire needs to maintain a certain image, not to mention I can't manage everything, nor do I want to manage everything.

After you've finished being affectionate, can you go back and help me?

"Of course, as I said, the Silver Moon can rise again for you at any time."

Cynthia bowed her head slightly, her manners impeccable.

But the next second, after confirming that the holy silver moon did not need to rise for the time being.

The little white pig collapsed onto the bed again.

He stared at the tentacles in front of him with those indifferent, dead-fish eyes.

"So, when will the work of procreation begin?"

"If I could have a capable child, after you've educated him/her, I could retire right away..."

You're overthinking it.

While it does involve procreation in the practical sense, it doesn't actually require you to have children.

"Huh? It's not like that?"

Definitely not!

Green also knew this because the Empire had not yet popularized basic knowledge about tentacles.

Therefore, there are still some misunderstandings about the various seedbeds and the concept of offspring mentioned by the people in black robes.

After listening to Green's explanation

The little pig on the bed became even more limp.

"What? So it's just farming?"

"I thought that being pregnant would give me an excuse to take some time off..."

Of course!

Otherwise, how do you think a child could help me proliferate tentacles?

[And even without mentioning their willingness, given their physical condition, do they even have the ability?]

[A seedbed is really just a seedbed. Doesn't the Empire also have records related to seedling cultivation?]

[And it's not just about raising seedlings; I also specially prepared a small plot of land for them so they could water it every day, loosen the soil, and take the potted plants with their tiny tentacles outside to bask in the sun.]

For plants, isn't this helping them reproduce?

Wait, that's not right.