Chapter 60

### How to Steal the Woman from the Extra (8) of Chapter 59

Lena de Feron.

When she opened her eyes, the person she loved and respected the most was right in front of her.

The Duke of the Grand Duchy of Feron, her father, Duke Feron IV, was there.

He was holding her hand tightly, tears streaming down his face as he rejoiced.

Despite the sudden situation, Lena began to understand everything perfectly.

'Yes! We won the war!'

Unaware that she was in a dream, Lena felt a surge of emotion as she watched her father's elation.

Until a strange man appeared...

Seeing the man enter the Duke's chambers without permission, the Duke began to show him the utmost respect and formality.

Lena knew exactly who he was.

Though she couldn't remember where she had met him, she recalled that he was a figure with a close relationship to the Demon King.

The moment she tried to drive him away, her father suddenly started yelling at her furiously.

"Lena de Feron!"

"Ugh... Yes, Duke Feron..."

When her full name was called, Lena immediately knelt on one knee and bowed.

In her youth, the Duke of Feron had been the one who guided her onto the right path.

Even though he was always gentle, he never hesitated to use the rod when necessary.

Lena knew that if her father was angry, there must be a good reason, and it was always for her benefit.

"I can't stand it! Turn around and lift your skirt!"

"...Yes."

Lena, who had experienced many punishments in her youth, calmly followed her father's command, even with a stranger present.

Her respect for her father allowed her to do so, but it was also possible because she was in a dream.

No matter how strange the situation, everything flowed naturally.

Just as the Duke was about to strike her calves with a rod, the man's voice interrupted.

"Your Highness, even if it is a father-daughter relationship, it is too harsh to punish her in front of others."

Lena felt a sense of relief hearing his voice.

She thought to herself, 'He's not a bad person...'

Though she couldn't remember exactly who he was, she believed she had misunderstood him.

The Duke lowered his arm, making a gesture to stop the punishment.

"Hmm... I apologize. I almost showed a poor example."

Just as Lena was about to lower her skirt, the man spoke again.

"Then, would you like me to discipline her myself?"

"...Father?"

Lena thought she must have heard wrong.

'What... What is he saying...'

Despite not understanding the situation, Lena lifted her skirt again.

The man smiled sardonically and looked at her.

"Then, I will teach her a lesson."

Lena's mind was in chaos, but the concept of 'why' had disappeared.

Everything in the dream seemed natural.

Lena, even her will...

Despite the embarrassment of showing her lower half to a stranger, her fingers tightened as she lifted her skirt.

However, the man did not strike her with the rod; he only stared at her legs intently.

'...Is he not going to hit me?'

Just as a sense of relief spread, the man spoke.

"Indeed, it seems inappropriate to use a rod on a princess."

"Huh..."

"I will use my palm to spank her."

"...What?"

Despite the absurdity of his words, Lena did not let go of her skirt.

Her proud father smiled and said,

"Hahaha. Indeed, you are full of consideration. Lena de Feron!"

"Ugh... Yes..."

"Raise your skirt higher."

"Yes..."

Lena naturally lifted her skirt, exposing her buttocks without any hesitation.

Her white silk underwear shimmered in the sunlight, a sight she had never shown to anyone except her maids and servants.

The man, who was looking at her buttocks with a lecherous gaze, began to caress them with his hands.

"Hmm..."

"Ugh! What... What are you doing..."

He teased her without any response.

Squish, squish.

After several caresses, he said,

"You will bear children well."

"What... What impertinence!"

"Lena de Feron!"

"Ugh... I'm sorry."

At her father's reprimand, Lena focused on holding her skirt.

The man began to slap her buttocks with moderate force.

Smack!

"Ugh!"

A moan of shame rather than pain escaped her lips.

Smack! Smack!

"Ugh! Ugh!"

For a woman who had rolled in the battlefield, the pain in her buttocks was insignificant.

But the shame she felt inside was unbearable.

The only reason she gritted her teeth and endured was one:

'Father asked me to! It must be a punishment with a reason!'

Because it was her respected father's command.

She rationalized the situation in her mind while feeling the man's palm on her buttocks.

After dozens of slaps, the man finally stopped.

Then, he whispered something to her that the Duke couldn't hear.

"Princess..."

"Huh... Huh...?"

The man's whisper echoed like a wave.

"Could you be... aroused?"

Lena, focused on the minor pain in her buttocks, only now realized that her underwear was damp.

***

"No, no!!"

"Gasping!"

The princess's sudden cry woke her up, and she looked around.

Viola and Beatrice, who were playing at the table, also looked at her.

"Huh... Huh... Huh..."

She slumped in her chair, breathing heavily and looking around in a daze.

'Time's up.'

[What happened?]

'It's...'

I briefly explained to Harmonia.

I told her that I had spanked the princess's buttocks...

The princess was the best material for a tutorial.

She quickly understood the situation and bowed to us.

"I'm sorry for the noise."

Despite her disheveled maid uniform and hair, she maintained her posture.

Even though she should have been disoriented from the chaotic dream, she composed herself calmly.

I looked at her with a dazed expression, as if I had just woken up from a nap.

"Scared you, huh..."

"I'm sorry."

"We're fine."

"Ugh... I'm not fine, kitty..."

Viola, who was playing with Beatrice, nonchalantly continued her actions.

The princess, despite looking at me, maintained a calm expression.

'Wow... Harmonia, you should have seen her expression in the dream. It was pure art.'

[Even if I saw it, it wouldn't have much meaning.]

Lena de Feron returned the chair to its original position and stood straight at the door.

I looked at her dazedly and said,

"Why don't you just rest? Aren't you tired?"

"No, thank you for your consideration."

From her expression, it seemed she wouldn't sit down no matter how I suggested it.

'Oh well, I tried.'

[Guardian, Lena de Feron is starting to be wary. If she stands like that, it could be a problem to cast sleep on her.]

If I cast sleep on her while she was standing, she would fall and Viola and Beatrice would notice, making it impossible to enter her dream.

'There's a way... I can do it later.'

[?]

I got back into bed, preparing for the night.

***

A knock echoed in the room.

Knock, knock, knock.

"Come in."

The person who entered through the large door was the boy from yesterday, carrying a towel and water.

From his expression, it seemed he had been secretly hoping for something, but he looked disappointed as soon as he entered.

Viola was already lying in bed, asleep.

The boy, looking at me, placed the towel and water on the table.

'I'm not going to show you every day, you idiot.'

[Not only did you cast sleep on Viola earlier, but what are you planning to do?]

'Hehe, just watch.'

After the princess and Beatrice left, I conducted a few experiments on Viola.

I used the Sleep and Dream skills on her and discovered a few important facts about the two skills.

The Sleep skill didn't necessarily end after its duration.

In the princess's case, she woke up suddenly when I startled her, but if I did nothing, she would continue to sleep.

However, the Dream skill was different.

Once you entered, you were automatically kicked out after 5 minutes.

Both the Sleep and Dream skills were difficult to use without a magic circle.

But with a good sense of the location, I could enter after a few attempts.

I looked at the boy and said,

"Hey, by the way, where exactly do you live? I didn't see you when I was walking around the castle earlier."

"We... live near the castle kitchen."

I hadn't visited the kitchen, so I hadn't seen them.

There was no reason for Beatrice to guide me there.

"I want to visit your room."

"...What? Why..."

"Just because I'm bored, let's go!"

I dragged the boy out of the room, who was glancing at Viola.

The boy and I walked through the dark corridor, lit only by mana stones, and arrived at the kitchen area.

The building we reached was surprisingly clean.

"The kitchen is in this building, and the building next to it is our bedroom..."

"Show me to your room."

"Ugh... Yes..."

He led me with a look that suggested he didn't know what I was up to.

The building had a central staircase, with two rooms on each side.

There were four rooms per floor.

The boy climbed the stairs and went all the way to the top floor.

He stopped in front of a door next to the stairs and started to unlock it.

'So the princess's room is one more door down?'

[There is no other place to assume.]

I followed the boy into the room.

Although it was a ridiculous place for a prince to live, the room was still livable.

It was a bit old, but the bed and furniture were well arranged.

The bed was right next to the room next door.

I lay on the bed and said,

"Hey, are you going to sleep now?"

"Ugh... Not yet. The princess will check the rooms soon."

"Hmm..."

Looking at the door's position, it seemed I could hide behind the wardrobe without being seen.

"When the princess comes, I'll hide there. Don't let her know I'm here."

"Ugh... Yes."

'This is harder than I thought.'

[Without knowing the furniture layout in the opposite room, it's not easy to use the skills.]

My plan was to cast Sleep on the princess in the opposite room and then use the Dream skill.

When I cast the skill on Viola outside the room earlier, I knew the general location, so it was easy.

But now, knowing only that she was in the opposite room, it seemed difficult to use either skill.

Knock, knock, knock.

The door was knocked on.

I quietly hid behind the wardrobe and signaled to the boy.

He took a deep breath and opened the door.

Click, creak.

"Princess..."

"Did you have a good night?"

"Yes... Nothing much. Ha ha..."

The princess spoke to the boy with respect.

"Please bear with it a little longer. The people in the guest rooms won't be here for long."

"Yes..."

"And please take good care of my key tonight."

Key?

Could she be talking about the room key?

The boy, looking flustered, started to babble.

"Princess... Such an important task should be given to someone else..."

"I trust only Verius. Please take care of it."

"Ugh... Yes."

"Have a good dream."

"Princess... have a good dream too!"

The conversation ended, and the door closed.

I lay back on the bed and asked the boy,

"What did you mean by the key?"

"It's... The princess can't sleep well, so she takes a sleeping potion at bedtime. She asked me to wake her up in case of an emergency..."

In other words, she was taking a sleeping pill, and if there was an emergency, I should break in and wake her up.

...Wow.