The story of the black silk female knight

"Hurry...hurry up, Tia! Even I get so shy doing this~"

"Oh? You're already in such a hurry?"

Tia still didn't pull the ribbon off all at once; instead, she tugged at it gently and rhythmically, causing Valensa to twist and turn on the small round table, her black-stockinged legs sometimes stiffening, and one of her high heels even fell off.

"You're burning up, Valensa."

Tia's lips curled up, as if she had found an interesting toy:

"Given your usual shamelessness, I thought you'd be eager to pounce on me on the bed as soon as you entered the room... but it seems you'd rather be bullied by me?"

"It's a gift now~~"

Valensa's voice was even softer and more alluring, her azure eyes like the surface of a lake, shimmering with gentle waves.

"Because you're so cute when you're shy and annoyed, Tia, I can't help but tease and bully you in all sorts of ways... But tonight, I'm a gift~~"

I've bullied you so many times, Tia, you must have wanted to get your revenge on me for a long time, right? Tonight is the perfect opportunity... Please bully me, Tia.

Everything will be done the way you like, I promise I won't resist... Of course, if you prefer my humiliated yet helpless expression, I can go along with that too~~

"You really have a high fever, Valensa."

Her crimson eyes blazed with fire.

Tia stuck out her tongue and licked the corner of her mouth, her hand, which had only been holding the ribbon, clenched tightly:

"You want me to bully you badly, huh?"

Pull hard.

The skin wrapped in ribbons looked exceptionally beautiful in the moonlight streaming through the window.

"Then as you wish."

The real coming-of-age ceremony has begun.

The night is still long.

. . . . .

early morning.

The moonlight that had streamed in through the broken window had long since turned into sunlight, illuminating the young girl's boudoir.

Red and blue dresses were scattered on the carpet, with ribbons and underwear lying to the side.

The two girls, their fingers intertwined, slept in each other's arms, most of their skin bathed in the morning light. Only the slight red stains on their black and white stockings silently testified to the intense battle of the previous night.

"Mmm~~"

The silver-haired girl was the first to move her eyelids, and even subconsciously licked the corner of her mouth, muttering softly:

"I...I can't drink anymore! I really can't drink anymore~~"

Then he smacked his lips, as if he was savoring something delicious.

The brown-haired girl then shifted her body a few times, as if she were having the same dream, her murmured voice full of doting and contentment:

"Haha... Tia, you really are a little glutton... You said you couldn't drink anymore, but when it was actually in your mouth, you drank it with great relish~~"

Their intertwined palms pressed even closer together, and their embracing bodies became even more intimate. Despite the chilly morning air, the temperature seemed to rise.

dong dong dong.

Just then, a knock sounded at the door, and the two girls in their sweet dreams jolted awake, scrambling to sit up in bed.

"Young Miss, it's me. I'm coming in."

Before receiving a response, the capable red-haired maid Enoli pushed open the door and entered, carrying a small two-tiered cart.

The cart has a simple yet nutritious breakfast on the first floor, and two bamboo baskets on the second floor. Each basket contains a set of War Academy uniform and undergarments, as well as black stockings and white over-the-knee socks.

Enochie seemed oblivious to the chaotic, post-war mess inside. With practiced ease, she laid out breakfast on the small round table, then stepped back to the door and bowed slightly.

"Please wash up and have your meal as soon as possible, Miss Valencia... The head of the family has finished his morning exercise and is waiting for you in the study."

"Hey, hey, hey..."

The two girls, who were already flustered, became even more panicked and almost put on the wrong underwear.

After finally getting myself ready and having a quick bite to eat, it was already half an hour later.

As much pleasure as she had during the night battle last night, Valensa was now in a panic, walking slowly and deliberately, and when she reached the study door, she felt an urge to run away.

Only when my hand was held tightly did my courage return.

"Don't be afraid..."

Seeing Valensa so nervous, Tia first smiled gently, then softly comforted her:

“My father is very open-minded and dotes on me... He has known about us for a long time. At most, he will just give you a few words of advice. Just listen to him obediently.”

"Well, I see."

Valensa patted her chest several times to catch her breath before gently knocking on the door.

"come in."

The strategist's voice came quickly from behind the door, and it sounded quite calm.

Upon entering, one sees a handsome man in casual clothes sitting behind a desk, resting his chin on his hand as he flips through a stack of reports, with a cup of hot tea beside him.

"Uncle Bill~~" (Father)

The two girls walked obediently to the desk, held hands, and bowed slightly together, their elegant and perfect ladylike manners perfectly synchronized.

"……Why."

Their overly affectionate display made the strategist's temples throb twice more, and he sighed helplessly.

"You two have finally come to this point... I always thought you were a bit too close, and I thought that the three years of separation would cool you down a bit, but now it seems that you've only become more passionate."

"I will definitely take good care of Tia, Uncle Bill!"

Valensa quickly made a statement:

"We will never let anyone bully her!"

Except for me.

"Oh? Really?"

The strategist raised an eyebrow, a half-smile playing on his lips:

"What if another noble, also of noble birth and stronger than you, bullies Tia? What would you do? Would you knowingly draw your sword and fight them, even if it's like throwing an egg against a rock?"

Is this some kind of test question?

Valensa immediately started thinking.

Under normal circumstances, the obvious response in this situation would be to draw one's sword and fight, demonstrating one's courage and resolve to fight to the death for love.

But the Britannia family is a family of strategists in France, who value strategy over recklessness, so the answer needs to be slightly different.

"I will find a way to investigate him."

Valensa smiled and said:

“Find evidence of his collusion with cults and purify his body and mind in the Holy Light.”

"What if he wasn't colluding with a cult? What if it was just a simple conflict of interest?"

The strategist seemed dissatisfied with the answer, and frowned slightly.

"No, he must have colluded."

Valensa was still smiling.

"Because I'm the paladin in charge of investigating him, there will be evidence no matter what!"

"...Forging evidence? And judging from your confident demeanor, you must have already gained a lot of support within the Church of the Sun, right?"

The strategist narrowed his eyes slightly:

"But in doing so, wouldn't you be deceiving Her Majesty the Goddess?"

"...Yes, this is my love for Tia, which transcends faith."

Valensa lifted the hem of her skirt again and bowed slightly:

"As long as I can protect Tia, I am willing to accept any punishment from Her Majesty the Goddess."

Chapter 150 My Father-in-Law's Conditions

"Idiot, idiot, idiot... What nonsense are you talking about!"

Before the strategist could speak, Tia couldn't hold back any longer.

She reached out and pinched Valensa's ear, seemingly scolding her in embarrassment, but her eyes were full of sweetness:

"I'm not the kind of delicate young lady you need to protect with your life. Besides, if it's just a conflict over interests, there are plenty of ways to get revenge. There's no need to take this risk, is there?"

"But that's the only method they know~~"

Valensa first flirted with Tia, then a cold glint flashed in her eyes:

"Besides... if the other party is truly a great noble who dares to bully even you, then conventional retaliation would at most damage their reputation, wealth, and power. Only by addressing their religious beliefs can you completely strip them of everything and render them no longer a threat."

I think Her Majesty the Sun Goddess is quite fond of me, so the punishment shouldn't be too severe.

"But the struggle for power among nobles is a long-term tug-of-war! Who taught you to always try to kill people?" Tia said irritably, lightly stepping on Valensa's foot again.

"The War Academy, huh?"

Valensa shrugged innocently.

"In the first lesson of our elite troop tactical theory class, the teacher told us that we should never show mercy to the enemy on the battlefield. If we can kill them, we should not cripple them. When fighting against strong opponents, we should remember to finish them off. Even if we have already pierced their hearts, we should still cut off their heads. It would be best if we could grind their bones to dust and obliterate their souls."

"You know that's a battlefield! We're facing the enemy! How can this be the same as the power struggles common among nobles? If everyone acted like you, France would have perished long ago!"

Tia continued to pull Valensa's ear and scold her loudly.

"The marketplace is like a battlefield... *sigh*."

Valensa tried to argue, but Tia stepped on her foot again, this time quite hard.

"It's a good thing you didn't inherit the Badr family, otherwise even if Uncle Wilson hadn't had that accident, the Badr family would have been ruined by you, you idiot... How could you be so stupid!"

Stepping on Valensa's foot and pulling her ear, Tia continued her lecture:

"Forget it, you don't need to worry about the conflicts of interest among nobles in the future. Just leave them to me."

"Okay, I'll listen to you, Tia."

Valensa acted obediently and even secretly glanced at Tia's handsome father.

The strategist's expression grew even more helpless, and he seemed to have given up on continuing to set questions.

Seeing that his daughter had finally finished showing off her affection, he sighed and reached out to point to the sofa opposite his desk:

"Everyone, take a seat."

Valensa and Tia naturally didn't refuse, and sat down hand in hand, looking like they would face whatever came next together.

"you two……"

The strategist's temples throbbed noticeably twice more, and he even covered his forehead with his hand:

"Forget it, it's already like this, so there's probably no point in me saying anything... Let's do this."

He looked at Valensa, his expression serious:

“I’ve watched you grow up since you were little, and I know you inside and out, so in principle I won’t object to you being with Tia.”

yeah!

Valensa cheered inwardly, a sweet smile spreading across her face.

"Thank you, Uncle Bill!"

"Don't thank me in a hurry."

The strategist waved his hand again:

"I'm only temporarily not objecting as a father, but as the head of the Britannia family, you must agree to two conditions."