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 58

Folca Gles Gustique took the Quitunen sisters as his concubines. Neither of them had large chests.

The news gradually spread throughout the Rolique Kingdom.

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In a commoner’s home in the royal capital, two merchants were chatting.

“Lord Folca took two flat-chested women as his concubines, huh…”

“Yeah, seems that way…”

When they’d heard about Folca marrying Risty, they had shared drinks, laughing at the tale while feeling a touch of pity. But this time, their moods were more subdued. Their honest reaction was one of genuine sympathy.

“When I heard Lord Folca was marrying Lady Risty, I thought, ‘Well, it’s unfortunate, but at least he’ll probably get a big-breasted concubine later.'”

“Yeah, me too… This is kind of harsh, isn’t it?”

“Not just kind of—it’s very harsh.”

The man nodded in agreement.

The circumstances of the marriage had been conveyed with a fair degree of accuracy. That is, Quitunen, wanting to preserve the bloodline of grandmaster-level mages, had proposed the arrangement, and Gustique, honoring an old debt, had agreed.

“That debt was from like 200 years ago, wasn’t it? It’s awful to saddle someone with something like that.”

The man felt great pity for a young man burdened with the debts of his ancestors.

“And that ‘debt’ was from when they worked tirelessly to secure food so their people wouldn’t starve. Sure, there’s also the broader point about preserving a mage lineage to protect the kingdom, but still…”

“Protect the kingdom, huh? I guess if we’d lost that mine to Pomeis, I might’ve ended up starving in the streets too…”

This man’s trade revolved around ores. If the mines were lost, he’d have to switch to another line of work, but such transitions weren’t often smooth.

He was well aware of Folca’s contributions to the defense of the mines.

“I hope something good happens for Lord Folca…”

“Yeah, me too.”

Their eyes glistened slightly with emotion.

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In a certain viscount’s estate in the nobles’ district of the royal capital, three middle-aged, married noblemen with children were seated around a table, deep in conversation.

“Still, Marquis Gustique made quite the cold-blooded decision. It’s the correct one for a noble, but…”

As he spoke, the man pictured his own son. If his son were placed in a similar situation, could he make the same decision as Marquis Gustique? The man doubted he could.

“Marquis Gustique is exceptionally loyal to the royal family. This marriage was likely more about national defense than repaying that old ‘debt.’ After all, that debt—a food provision from centuries ago—seems like a heavy price to pay.”

“True. Two flat-chested female mages paired with a male mage who can make do with that… Looking at the state of magical warfare 30 years down the line, it makes sense to have them produce children. From a national perspective.”

“The nation, huh… But surely Lord Folca deserves some happiness too.”

Deep pity was etched on their faces. None of them could have imagined that Folca was thoroughly enjoying his 3P.

“Even so, Marquis Gustique wouldn’t have agreed if Lord Folca had refused. Surely, Lord Folca accepted it himself. But still… is this really okay?”

“Lord Folca’s contributions in the war against Pomeis were extraordinary. Without him, who knows what would’ve happened to the anti-magic stone mines. He’s nothing short of a hero. And while receiving the Gles title is an honor… it just seems like Lord Folca is sacrificing too much.”

That was their unanimous sentiment.

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In a fine house in the royal capital, a blue-haired woman and a pink-haired woman were chatting over tea.

The blue-haired woman wasn’t particularly enthusiastic about the conversation, but since the pink-haired woman had no other friends, she indulged her.

“…In the end, it’s all about true love.”

“Uh, what are you talking about?”

“Lord Folca and Lady Risty, of course! He’s married Lady Selena and Lady Lasha of the Quitunen family, hasn’t he? That’s also all thanks to Lord Folca and Lady Risty’s true love.”

“I’m going to need you to explain that again.”

“Lord Folca and Lady Risty are united by true love. However, as high-ranking nobles, taking concubines is inevitable!”

“Well, that part’s true.”

“But Lady Risty is flat-chested. If Lord Folca were to take a busty concubine, it would look as though he was compensating for an unwanted royal marriage by finding comfort with a concubine. But Lord Folca refused to let it appear that way! That’s why he chose two flat-chested women as his concubines!! Thus, everything is due to true love!”

“Uh-huh… Can I stop being your friend now?”

“No, you can’t. You’re the only friend I have.”

The pink-haired woman said this with a puffed-up chest.

“Why do you seem so proud of that?”

“And they’re going to have a baby, right? Isn’t it wonderful? A symbol of their love. How beautiful.”

“I think it’s your brain that’s truly something else. But yeah, having a baby is great news. The child of two grandmaster mages. They’ll grow up to be a powerful mage who’ll protect everyone, I’m sure.”

“Listen, strength or weakness doesn’t matter when it comes to love.”

The pink-haired woman spoke with an air of self-importance.

The blue-haired woman, feeling drained by the conversation, resolved to decline their tea invitations for a while.

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In a grand mansion in the nobles’ district, a count’s daughter was lamenting. The only other person in the room was her maid.

“Lord Folcaaa! How pitiable, and again, the chests, the chests…”

“I don’t know about that. Unlike with Lady Risty, they didn’t hold a parade this time, so I couldn’t see his face. For all we know, he’s thrilled about his twin double first night.”

“That’s impossible!!! Oh, poor Lord Folca. Adding up the chest sizes of all three wouldn’t even equal one of mine!”

“That’s a unique way to think about it—summing the chest sizes of the primary wife and concubines. What’s the point of that comparison?”

“Why are you so mean to me?! Ugh, Quitunen got away with it, so why can’t our family? We’re practically on the same level!”

She had set her sights on Folca and, after lamenting his marriage to Risty, approached her father to propose becoming a Gustique concubine. Her suggestion was immediately dismissed with a “That’s obviously out of the question.”

“Young lady, the Quitunen case is a special one. From what I hear, the children will be taken in by the Quitunen family. That’s not really a marriage. It’s more like the Quitunen family using the Gustique family to breed heirs.”

“Why are you so calm about this!? And the way you phrased that is gross.”

“I’m not emotionally involved, that’s why. Also, I have a fascination with parasitic organisms.”

“You’re technically a noble as the daughter of a count’s retainer, aren’t you!? And you like parasites!?”

“Hehe. If you’re interested, I can lend you some books. I even have specimens.”

“I don’t want them!”

“Anyway, let’s focus on your future. If you leave everything to your father, that’s one way to go about it. But I recommend staying near the royal capital. Traveling for every social season can be such a hassle.”

“Can we focus a little more on my happiness, please?!”