A Flat-Chest Believer Reincarnated in a World Where Women with Small Breasts Aren't Treated as Women ~ I Ended Up with a Flat-Chested Harem. - Chapter 21

“Shall we go?”

“Yes.”

I took Risty’s hand and helped her into the four-horse carriage. The day had come for our departure to the Gustique main estate.

Accompanying Risty and me were twenty-one retainers of the Rolique royal family, led by Mariel. They were also making the journey with us. Of these, six were part of the medical staff supporting Risty’s healing duties.

Naturally, there were also people from the Gustique side, as well as luggage, making our group a sizable one: ten carriages and ten mounted guards.

“I’ve only been to Remilba in Gustique territory once when I was little, so I’m looking forward to it.”

Our journey would take two nights and three days to reach Remilba, the city where the Gustique main estate was located.

For a typical noblewoman, getting married would mean “saying farewell to her hometown,” but for nobles with their own territories, life is often spent shuttling between the royal capital and their land. In Risty’s case, it wasn’t such a bittersweet departure.

The carriage began to move. It was just Risty and me inside, with Rita serving as the driver.

“…Folca, this carriage is amazing. Why is it so smooth?”

Risty’s voice was filled with surprise. As she noted, this carriage had remarkably little vibration. Of course, it still shook somewhat, but compared to ordinary carriages, it was on another level.

“It’s a recently completed new model, equipped with custom bearings and suspension. My father made them with magic, so they can’t be mass-produced. The second carriage is going to be presented to the royal family.”

The bearings, in particular, were an extraordinary piece of engineering. My father had grumbled about the precision required, calling it “ridiculously demanding,” but the result was practically an artifact-level creation.

Originally, this first carriage was also meant to be gifted to the royal family, but after my marriage to Risty was decided, the plan was changed, and it became her personal carriage.

“If my mother gets this, she’ll be absolutely thrilled. Thank you.”

“By the way, the window glass is my creation.”

As I said this, I opened the wooden shutters covering the window. Through the glass, the streets of the royal capital came into view.

While solid manipulation fell under Earth magic and liquid manipulation under Water magic, glass, with its intermediate properties, was magically classified as a liquid and could be shaped using Water magic.

“Wow, as expected of you, Folca. It’s so clear and beautiful.”

Tracing her finger along the glass, Risty admired it. Her praise made me feel a little proud.

After a while, the carriage passed through the royal capital’s gates and exited into the countryside. The cobblestone roads ended, replaced by well-maintained but unpaved dirt paths.

There was a knock, followed by the small driver’s window sliding open.

“Lord Folca, we’ve exited the royal capital. The guards will now spread out into a search-and-vigilance formation.”

I replied, “Understood.” The escort team would deploy more widely, focusing on preventing ambushes. Since both Risty and I were strong fighters, the priority was to avoid surprise attacks.

Beyond the capital lay a pastoral landscape. In winter, the scenery felt somewhat desolate. In the distance, snow-capped white mountains were visible.

“This might be a good time since there are no eavesdroppers around. Folca, can I ask you something? How much mana do you have?”

Risty’s question came out of the blue.

Mana capacity, as the name suggests, refers to the amount of magical energy one possesses—the equivalent of MP (Magic Points) in an RPG.

Mana capacity significantly affects one’s endurance in magical combat, making it somewhat of a secret. However, since it also serves as a deterrent, it’s not completely hidden. It’s widely known that both Risty and I have mana capacities exceeding 1,000. Think of it as akin to knowing “a warship’s theoretical top speed.”

“Estimated at around 2,300.”

Risty’s eyes widened at my answer.

“…I thought it might be over 2,000, but still…”

In this world, there aren’t any convenient magic tools that measure mana capacity just by touch. Instead, it’s determined by repeatedly casting a “standard spell” and counting how many times it can be cast. For those with large mana reserves, a spell that uses approximately ten times the mana of a standard spell, known as a “tenfold spell,” is used. However, as the amount increases, the margin of error grows, leading to an “estimated” value.

“What about you, Risty?”

“Estimated at 1,700.”

Wow.

A value of 1700 is, to put it bluntly, abnormal. It’s lower than mine, but that’s only because I’m ridiculously abnormal myself.

Exceeding 300 is considered a high mana reserve, and surpassing 1,000 earns the title “Saunthanta,” which means “immense” in ancient language.

“Th-That’s incredible.”

“No, that’s my line, isn’t it?”

No, actually, it is my line. A mana capacity of 1700 with the highest Holy attribute compatibility is just absurd. Judging by the attack magic Risty demonstrated during the hunt, she could easily defeat someone like Lord Bannat now. If I fought her, I probably wouldn’t stand a chance.

…Wait, why is my mind heading in such a violent direction?

“Well, let’s set aside the mana talk for now. Since we’ve left the capital, why don’t you come over here?”

I patted the seat next to me. Risty was currently sitting across from me, but the carriage was spacious enough for us to sit side by side. Smiling, Risty nodded, stood up, and… sat on my lap. She was soft, warm, and smelled wonderful.

“Risty, you’re quite bold.”

“You told me to come over, so I did.”

Risty grinned mischievously. Well, we’re newlyweds, so this level of affection should be acceptable.

“By the way, King Coorm once reportedly maintained this exact position during intercourse and timed how long it would take to finish just from the motion of the carriage. He even dedicated an entire page of his journal to recording the data.”

…What the hell, “Lustful King”? That’s way too innovative.