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 4

The distance from the Gustique estate to the royal castle is short. The carriage quickly arrived at its destination.

Today’s meeting was informal. As soon as we reached the castle, we were led to a reception room. Inside, the King and Queen of Rolique Kingdom, along with Princess Risty, were already waiting. A few retainers stood along the walls of the room.

“Your Majesty, thank you for arranging this meeting,” my father said, placing his right hand on his left chest and bowing. I followed his lead, bowing my head, while my mother curtsied in the manner of noblewomen.

“Apologies for calling you to the castle. Since this is an unofficial meeting, let us relax and begin,” King Leogalza replied.

The King of Rolique, Leogalza, was a muscular man with blonde hair and blue eyes. The Queen sitting beside him had chestnut-colored hair and matching eyes, along with a bust so large it was difficult to gauge its size.

And then—

“It’s been a while, Lord Folca,” came a soft, bell-like voice. It was Princess Risty. As she bowed slightly, her long golden hair swayed, scattering light like streams of molten gold.

She was, without a doubt, beautiful.

Her long lashes framed wide, brilliant blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires. Her nose was finely shaped, and her lips were thin, with a perfect balance to her entire face.

If someone asked me if she was more “beautiful” or “cute,” I’d have to answer, “Why not both?”

Lowering my gaze slightly, I saw her modest chest, just barely noticeable beneath her dress. A delicate swell—simply wonderful. The light green dress suited her perfectly.

“It’s been too long, Your Highness Risty. I’m delighted to see you again,” I responded.

Though Princess Risty smiled, there was a shadow of sadness in her expression.

“Please, have a seat,” the King said, gesturing for us to sit. As soon as we did, tea and sweets were brought in. The tea had a distinctive aroma.

“What a lovely fragrance. Is this imported from the southern regions?” I asked, turning toward the King.

“Yes, it is. Risty is quite fond of it,” the King said, passing the conversation over to Princess Risty. I shifted my gaze to her, and our eyes met.

“Yes, I love its scent. Thanks to the efforts of the Gustique family, it’s become much easier to obtain,” she said.

By “easier to obtain,” she wasn’t referring to the price. For a long time, trade with the southern regions had resulted in more imports than exports, creating a trade deficit. As a result, the royal family had found it difficult to justify buying southern goods due to their position. However, thanks to various initiatives undertaken by the Gustique family, we had begun producing cotton domestically, which helped to improve the trade balance.

“I’m glad to hear that. I also like this tea,” I said. It wasn’t a lie. This was probably a plant not found on Earth, but it had a pleasant balance of bitterness and subtle sweetness, making it quite enjoyable.

Encouraged by my father, who said, “Shall we?” I picked up the elegantly embellished cup and took a sip. Delicious. Clearly a top-quality product, brewed to perfection.

As I enjoyed the tea’s flavor, King Leogalza finally said, “Well then, shall we get to the main topic?”

“First, Lord Folca, I’ve been told by the Marquis of Gustique that you are positive about the marriage proposal with Risty. Is that correct?”

“Yes, as my father has conveyed, I consider it an honor and a privilege,” I replied with a smile. However, the King still seemed a bit concerned. Perhaps it was hard for him to believe that someone would willingly marry a flat-chested woman in this world. It must be difficult for him to understand. If I had said something like, “Though small chests are a challenge, I’ll manage with a threesome involving a busty woman to ensure the holy magic bloodline continues,” he might have believed me more easily. But I didn’t want to tell such a lie.

“The Gustique family also considers it a favorable match, as long as the two can build a good relationship,” my father added, stating our family’s position. This was likely something that had been discussed beforehand. The King nodded and said, “I understand.”

“This is a rather sudden arrangement. I think it would be good for the two of you to talk for a while,” the King suggested.

With that, both sets of parents excused themselves from the room. Even the royal retainers standing along the walls left.

With the sound of the door closing, the room fell silent.

It was just me and Princess Risty now.

“It’s been such a long time since we’ve had a good conversation,” I began, breaking the silence. Princess Risty had been engaged to Moses, so although we had greeted each other at various social gatherings, we hadn’t had any deep conversations.

“Yes, I believe the last time we had a proper talk was at the victory celebration after the Pomeis war,” she replied.

“Indeed, that was four years ago,” I said, looking directly into her eyes.

Although Princess Risty was smiling, there was still a trace of sadness lingering.

“So… um, are you really sure about me? Even if you are seeking an advantageous marriage with the royal family, my father would probably be open to offering you my sister, Felicie, instead…” she trailed off.

Naturally, I couldn’t just come out and say, “I like small chests.” I needed to offer a different reason. After all, I wasn’t choosing my wife solely based on her chest size.

“I prefer you, Princess Risty. During the Pomeis war, you were so admirable. You treated the wounded who were brought from the frontlines, no matter how grim their conditions were. I found that incredibly beautiful.”

During the war with the Pomeis Kingdom, I had gone to the rear lines to provide fresh Holy Water to minimize casualties. Princess Risty, being a high-ranking holy magic user, was stationed at the rear as well, treating the injured. Both of us had volunteered for this duty.

Since I had been supplying plenty of Holy Water, those who were too severely injured to be treated just with magic were brought to the rear. The injuries were often gruesome—burnt faces, exposed organs—yet Princess Risty treated them calmly. It wasn’t something an ordinary eleven-year-old girl could do. Unlike me, she didn’t have the benefit of an older mental age from a previous life. She was truly remarkable.

I continued speaking.

“May I ask, Princess Risty, are you also okay with me? Do I frighten you?”

I didn’t know the full details of how this marriage proposal was brought to my father, so I wasn’t sure if this arrangement aligned with Princess Risty’s wishes.

There was a small part of me that was anxious about this.

During the Pomeis war, something unexpected had happened. An enemy unit had infiltrated and launched an attack on the rear base. Alongside my retainers, I had been forced to fight and eliminate them. During that battle, Princess Risty had seen me kill numerous people. It was possible that she had developed a fear of me because of that.

“Frightened?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. The gesture was adorable. It didn’t seem like she was pretending.

“I mean, during the Pomeis war, I showed you a rather gruesome battle,” I replied.

Specifically, a mountain of charred bodies.

Apparently, the people of Pomeis have since started calling me “Folca the Fire Roaster.” It’s outright defamation.

“Absolutely not! You were… incredible. You constructed complex magic in the heat of battle and took down enemy after enemy. You were reliable and impressive! I’m truly grateful for how you protected us,” she said, her words filled with genuine admiration.

It didn’t sound like she was just flattering me—I felt like I could trust her sincerity.

“I think you’re a wonderful man. So… if it’s you, I would be happy,” she said, her voice growing softer towards the end, but still clear and firm.

I couldn’t help but feel elated. A smile naturally spread across my face.

“Then please, marry me,” I said earnestly.

In this world, marriage was still something largely arranged by parents. But I wanted to express my feelings directly.

“Yes. I look forward to it,” she replied, her eyes glistening slightly with emotion.