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 50

The carriage rattled as it moved. The season was shifting into autumn, and the sunlight had softened slightly. A dragonfly landed on the window frame, paused for a moment, and then took off into the sky.

We were on our way back from the royal capital to Remilba in the Gustique territory. Inside the carriage were Risty, Rita, and me.

Since Rita might be pregnant, I had her ride in this specially designed carriage with excellent suspension.

However, Rita sat stiffly, looking as though she felt guilty for being there. Keeping her tense like this wouldn’t do her any good.

“Rita, I’m not asking you to lean back like a king, but try to relax a little.”

When I said this, Risty nodded along beside me.

“We finally have some time to talk leisurely, just the three of us.”

“Yes, thank you for your kind consideration.”

Of course, “relaxing” isn’t something you can do just because someone tells you to. I needed to loosen up the atmosphere with some lighthearted talk. Was there a good little story or joke I could share? I thought about it, but nothing came to mind. Well, guess I’ll go with a dirty joke.

“Speaking of which, during the meeting with Selena and Lasha, you mentioned I was ‘big.’ Do you think I’m on the bigger side?”

“Yeah, you are. In King Coorm’s journal, there’s a record of measurements taken from 100 of his male retainers in their erect state. Based on that, you’d rank within the top 20%.”

Surprisingly objective data… So, my size ranks somewhere in the upper 10s out of 100. That’s a very realistic statistic.

Still, King Coorm sure had an inquisitive mind. My condolences to the male retainers who had to participate in such measurements.

I noticed Rita looking puzzled, as if her head were filled with question marks. Seeing this, Risty began explaining the royal family’s restricted records.

“Th-That’s quite the unusual journal…”

Yeah, I also think the Rolique royal family has a pretty open-minded culture. Princess Felicie is a prime example of that.

“Well, despite what I said, Selena and Lasha will be fine. Folca may be on the bigger side, but it’s not an abnormal size. And even if something were to tear, I’ve treated plenty of internal injuries during the Pomeis War.”

Uh-oh. Somehow, this conversation had shifted into a very strange direction, well beyond lighthearted banter. I suppose Risty’s background as a member of the Rolique royal family might explain this.

“Lady Selena and Lady Lasha, what kind of people are they? From what I saw the other day, they seemed friendly.”

Rita asked in a slightly anxious voice. Nice redirection.

“That impression is accurate. They’re friendly but fundamentally serious. I think they’ll be easy to get along with. Those two don’t have romantic feelings for Folca, and since the children are planned to return to the Quitunen family, I don’t think there will be any complications.”

“I see. Thank you, Lady Risty.”

“Well, who knows if romantic feelings will develop after they marry…”

Risty trailed off, as if a thought had suddenly struck her. Leaning forward, she brought her face close to Rita’s.

“Speaking of feelings, Rita, when did you start liking Folca?”

Risty asked with a mischievous smile.

“Uh, um, uh…”

“Answer me, for I am a royal heir!”

Risty raised her arms slightly, palms open and trembling playfully as she spoke.

“Risty, what’s that pose supposed to be?”

“Oh, it’s the pose of an evil royal. Father used to do it all the time when I was little.”

I see… Well, I suppose Risty was just trying to help Rita relax in her own way.

“For me, it was during the Pomeis War, when Folca saved me from an enemy attack. My heart skipped a beat. What about you, Rita?”

“Well, uh… I don’t have a clear moment, but… When Lord Folca was still little, I always thought he was, um… cute, if I may say so. But then, as time passed, his face became more refined, his voice changed…”

Rita’s face turned bright red as she shyly fidgeted with her index fingers. Adorable.

“He kept growing taller, and I had to start looking up at him. That’s when I thought, ‘Wow, he’s so cool.’ Once that thought crossed my mind, there was no turning back… He’s kind, smart, hardworking, and just… wonderful. I fell for him.”

I see, so that’s how it was. That’s a bit embarrassing.

“Fufu, Rita, you’re so red—it’s adorable. I see, so it was the height reversal. I can understand how that would change feelings.”

Risty looked satisfied.

The conversation naturally came to a pause, but the atmosphere wasn’t awkward. Rita seemed to have relaxed a bit, her shoulders no longer so tense.

The carriage continued to sway, rattling and rocking gently.

“I wonder how Mariel is doing.”

After a short silence, Risty murmured.

“If something were wrong, we would’ve heard by now, so I’m sure she’s fine. There are Holy magic users at the Gustique main estate as well.”

“You’re right. Things are about to get lively, aren’t they? Selena and Lasha will move in, my baby will be born, Mariel’s child will arrive, and before long, probably Rita’s too.”

Hearing her say it like that really drove the point home. The Gustique main estate had plenty of space, but it was true that the number of people would increase significantly all at once.

Once we returned to Remilba, we’d need to prepare rooms and attend to various other tasks. It looked like we’d have a busy time ahead.