“He was someone I took care of for three months, Gerard.”
The door closed. Niall grumbled at Gerard’s question and laughed.
“Do you know how hard it is for a man like me to meet an omega? I turned him down today, so I might not be able to meet him next time.”
“By ‘a man like me’, do you mean to say a beta man?”
“That’s right. Beta and even poor.”
“Would you like to drink?” Niall asked and took out a tin of tea from the cupboard. Gerard nodded his head, knowing full well that even if there was nothing to eat in this house, the tea was of high quality.
“How did you hit on him? He looked like a young master of a wealthy family.”
“We met while I was running an errand for his wealthy family. I promised to spend his heat with him……”
When the crisis passed, regret came belatedly. Meeting an aristocratic omega was impossible to dream of, and it was not easy to meet a recessive omega.
Omegas were precious, even if they were recessive. Aristocrats wanted to have recessive omegas as their concubines, and among commoners, those with some money wanted to marry an omega. Since it was considered aristocratic.
Everyone knew that recessives were born because of the debauched sex lives of the aristocrats. Recessives were born when the nobles messed around with ordinary betas.
For the same reason that there were fewer illegitimate children of women than of men, there were bound to be more illegitimate children of alphas than of omegas, thus the world of recessives was seriously overrun by alphas compared to omegas.
Of course, like mutants, omegas were born between alphas and betas, but their numbers were extremely rare, and that meant that Niall, with his eccentric taste, was very difficult to date.
“To ruin my date as soon as you come back after eight years. Gerard Galen, when you become a Viscount later, you must pay back for what you did with interest.”
“For you, I can even give my heart away, Niall.”
“Sure.”
Niall laughed lightly. The slight tension that existed between them was broken. Niall brewed tea and Gerard found some bread and ate it. It was as natural as if they hadn’t parted ways eight years ago.
“So.”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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“Uifjrf jaafcv ab Gexf bo Vtlgjiecv lc yfv.”
“…… Qtja?”
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That must be expensive. Gerard thought to himself. This was the only luxury item his best friend, who had no greed, had been obsessed with since the old days. Black tea leaves, which must have been imported from an eastern country on the other side of the world, fell to the floor.
“Did you just say Shiralund? Is this a joke?”
Fortunately, his best friend quickly came to his senses and frowned at the tea leaves that had fallen on the floor.
“You cannot possibly be referring to the great noble who lives in the North, are you?”
“Yes, I am.”
“You have gone insane.”
Niall carefully picked up the tea leaves that had fallen on the floor one by one, blew on them a little, and put them into his cup. It just couldn’t be thrown away. Gerard could bet that a spoonful of tea leaves Niall had just spilled would equal his weekly wages.
“Why did you come to me if noble needs someone to take care of him in bed? A man of that level would not have trouble finding a partner.”
The Grand Duke of Shiralund. Even Niall, who served as an assistant to the administrator of Galen Port, knew his name. No, that name was so well-known that it went beyond the Prastos Empire and reached other countries as well.
The young warrior. The coldest blood. The North’s supreme ruler.
A man who left for the battlefield at the age of 13, restored the borders of the sacred land, which was the long-cherished wish of the empire, within four years and returned the land to the imperial family. Magnus Shiralund, King of Shiralund and Grand Duke of the Empire.
“Did you come all the way here to crack a joke?”
“I am not joking nor have I gone insane.”
Gerard pulled his chair forward and sat down. His voice became serious.
“It must be a man. Of humble origins. But the demeanor should be as elegant as an educated man’s. He must be good in bed, have good manners, and have a proper grasp of the topic.”
Gerard said, looking straight into his friend’s eyes.
“I am looking for a man like that, Niall.”
***
「Find me an omega, Gerard.」
It was ten days ago that the order was dropped.
The contents of the order directly issued by Count Nuberi, Duke of Shiralund’s maternal uncle, was to find a man to take of the Duke’s matters in bed.
There were too many people who wanted to enter the bedroom of the Grand Duke. There was no reason to find a particular type. If he wanted to, the Duke could take anyone to his bed, whether it be an alpha, an omega, or a beta.
Yes, if only he wanted to.
「Not a woman. Because His Grace’s repulsion is severe. It has to be a male omega. It would be nice if he was an ordinary omega, but either way, he would be a recessive. The origin should be as humble as possible, but conduct should be as elegant as an educated young man. He should not be frivolous or sycophantic. The Duke lacks much patience. He needs to be good in bed and have good manners. Since His Grace has to learn about sexual intercourse through that omega. And most importantly.」
After saying all that, the Count paused for a bit here.
「He must have a proper grasp of the topic. He should not develop ridiculous ambitions simply because he happened to sleep with His Grace. He needs to be aware of his purpose. Furthermore, this is a given but he should have good looks. Even if he is not extraordinarily good-looking, he should still be good-looking enough to sexually arouse His Grace.」
Male omega.
A man of humble origins, but possessing courtesy and dignity, and beautiful enough to sexually arouse Duke.
He should develop no ambitions, and no more involvement with the Duke than is necessary. After educating the Duke about an omega’s body while attending to him in bed, he should leave neatly when he is done carrying out what is necessary. He had to be smart enough to understand the task given to him, and have a grasp of the topic. So as not to have any false dreams.
“The Duke has an illness.”
And from here on, it was top-secret information. The Duke’s mental illness that only a few people close to him knew about.
“He cannot sleep with anyone. However, in order for him to receive the Emperor’s acknowledgment, there is one thing he absolutely needs, and that is.”
“A successor.”
“That is a successor.”
Gerard laughed lightly as if the answer was well too obvious.
Shiralund was a huge frozen land in the North. The land was spread out like a crown on the head of an empire.
A place where half of the year was spent in winter. It was only a hundred and fifty years ago that the land was once worthless. It was a place that was considered only as a buffer zone for borders with a foreign country. It would’ve continued to be treated so if it hadn’t been for that sudden earthquake.
An unexpected earthquake pushed deep-buried gold to the ground. People were fascinated by the discovery of numerous gold mines that came up like tidal waves.
It wasn’t just gold. There were also a lot of iron ores and treasure. Since then, Shiralund had been transformed into a land flowing with gold veins. The eyes of the world turned to the land.
Shiralund had been torn apart by invaders seeking jewels. To protect the land, the rulers of Shiralund sacrificed their lives without hesitation. As a result, the number of people who carried on the present House Shiralund —including children and women— was small enough to be counted on five fingers. It was annihilation.
The problem was the people of Shiralund. They were Northerners, and Northerners were as unsociable as the cold weather.
They would not serve anyone who was not of Shiralund’s lineage, who had ruled the North for a thousand years. It was the same even if the imperial family stepped up. No, it would be useless even if the Emperor directly interceded.
It was because of that breathtakingly powerful sense of community.
The people of the North were those who had lived with them protecting the frozen land. Equally baptized by the cold breath of the North.
In other words, they never bowed their heads unless ordered by the Duke of Shiralund.
Irreverently, they had no loyalty to the Emperor. Three hundred years ago, the Duke of Shiralund kneeled, so they kneeled together with him, but as a matter of fact, they were not loyal to the empire.
In a battle that lasted over a hundred years, House Shiralund led the North from the frontlines of the battlefield. In it, House Shiralund was almost exterminated. When all of the grown sons died on the battlefield, chaos set in. The North was about to be divided.
After such things were repeated several times, the Emperor of the empire made a rule. If one wants to become the Duke of Shiralund, one must marry and have children. Those who cannot prove their fertility by giving birth to children will never succeed the duchy, even if they were of direct lineage.
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All that matters are the offsprings? Is he being hired as a sex teacher of sorts?😏
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He is a beta so I wonder how he’ll turn into an omega