Chapter 2. The Eunuch Knight is Reborn! (2)
That was it. 'It' definitely existed.
Revealing a presence that could never be hidden, it was raising its head proudly inside his pants.
This struck a chord in Ryan Promhart's heart once again.
He murmured in a low voice.
"Big... and beautiful..."
Even more tears flowed from his eyes than before. It couldn't be helped.
It was 'morning wood,' an extremely ordinary sight for others, but for Ryan Promhart, a 60-year-old knight of eunuch origin, there was nothing more wondrous than this.
Like someone who had been imprisoned for decades and then released, savoring the world, he carefully took hold of his member with his hand and felt it.
Pleasure he couldn't feel in his previous life rushed in.
It was truly a moving moment.
"Fuck... Fuck! I'm alive!"
Ryan Promhart, in the form of a young boy, shouted with both arms raised high. As if responding, his member also lifted its head proudly toward the sky. Confidently revealing its form to the world.
"Fuck! No! I'm not a eunuch anymore! Hahahahahahaha!"
Along with emotions hot as lava, Ryan Promhart let out hearty laughter for quite a while.
He calmed down 10 minutes later, after having a brief moment of happy time.
***
"Hoo."
In a much more refreshed and clear state of mind, Sir Ryan Promhart slowly began to assess the situation.
*Inhale, hoo.* As he took a deep breath, his excitement somewhat subsided. He needed to be composed right now.
'Right, it's not like this thing between my legs is going to run away just because I'm like this.'
Ryan Promhart pulled his pants once more to check inside. He smiled gently.
Even a tycoon with enough money to buy the entire continent probably couldn't replicate the smile he had now.
Having found peace of mind, the old knight slowly drew out the memories in his head.
Various pieces of information quickly came to mind.
Name: Lumian Kalad.
Age: 15. Not from Zenath, the Knight Kingdom where he had been active, but from the medium-sized Kingdom of Tarajan.
As the only son of the Kalad family, who held a rural territory, he had entered Tarajan's Knight Academy with all his parents' expectations upon him, but regrettably, the original owner of this body seemed to have passed away.
Physique: decent. Appearance: decent. Equipment: respectable.
As for his skills as a knight... even without applying his strict standards, he was quite immature.
'Is this roughly the important stuff... Ah, the fact that 10 years have passed since my death is also notable.'
This wasn't a particularly important part. According to Lumian's memories, nothing major seemed to have happened in that time.
'More importantly, how I ended up in this boy's body is what matters...'
Ryan Promhart frowned.
Though he had gained much experience serving alongside Knight King Philip III, he couldn't explain the current situation. An uncertain guess was the best he could do.
First, it didn't seem to be a dream.
If it were a dream, it wouldn't be this vivid. For the same reason, it didn't seem to be a curse either. Even the schemes of a high-ranking demon wouldn't be able to show such a clean illusion, not while penetrating his mental defenses.
'...Actually, I should see this not as a curse but as a blessing.'
His head nodded involuntarily. Ryan Promhart, with the most serious expression in the world, closed his eyes and recalled the last wish he had prayed for before dying.
'Please let me be born well-endowed in my next life!'
Yes, this was it!
It seemed that the Lord God Alia, taking pity on his circumstances, had exerted her power. There was no other way to explain this situation.
It could possibly be the machinations of an evil god said to reside in the abyss, but Ryan Promhart didn't care.
If this was the kind of trickery they played, he welcomed it wholeheartedly.
As long as his wish was granted, he'd bark like a dog if asked.
And so, he accepted his current situation at an incredibly fast speed.
"Right, there's no problem."
It was true. There wasn't a single problem.
What mattered was that he had been reincarnated into a new body with his memories intact, and that the equipment attached to that body was quite substantial. What mattered was that, unlike in his previous life, in this life he could fully share pleasures with ladies—that this possibility had opened up.
Ryan Promhart clenched both fists.
He wanted to run outside right this moment. To fully savor the world and women.
But he didn't do that.
To act on impulse right away... the things left behind by this body's original owner, Lumian Kalad, weighed on his mind.
Though he maintained Ryan Promhart's ego, Lumian's memories still remained in his head.
The thoughts he had, the family he loved, the dreams he harbored, the sorrow that broke his wings.
And countless other legacies clung damply to Ryan Promhart's soul.
'Not half, but I should say about 20 to 30 percent of me has become Lumian Kalad.'
For that reason, Ryan Promhart couldn't completely deviate from the path this boy had walked.
But his dilemma didn't last long.
"Well, I just need to fulfill this kid's dream too."
The dream of becoming an excellent knight to bring glory to the family and meet his parents' expectations.
It could be sufficiently fulfilled.
There was no part that conflicted with his desires. No, rather, there was no element more suitable for resolving his resentment.
'Excellent knights... are popular!'
Especially with women.
It was an incredibly tempting prospect.
Perhaps due to the influence of Lumian Kalad's fresh youthful sensibility, or perhaps due to Ryan Promhart's romantic ideal of having been forced to maintain his chastity for 60 years.
He didn't want to lose his virginity carelessly.
He could go to a red-light district right now and indulge in carnal desires, but he wanted something greater than that.
Connection, trembling, love with a beautiful and wise lady!
The great act that blossoms cautiously and shyly at the end of it all!
Ryan Promhart wanted such a night. At least for his first time.
To do that, he naturally needed to become popular.
'Lumian Kalad. Your unfulfilled dream... I will fulfill it!'
For you. And for me!
Ryan Promhart nodded, having reached a satisfactory conclusion.
'No, from now on, I should think of myself as Lumian Kalad.'
After all, the owner of this body was Lumian. Everyone around him would also perceive him as Lumian. Regrettably, Ryan Promhart had become someone who died 10 years ago.
So living as Lumian Kalad was the right way to live his future life.
That was correct.
"...Tch."
It was unavoidable, but he couldn't help feeling down.
Lumian Kalad shook his head vigorously to shake off his thoughts. Then he rose from the bed and quickly changed into going-out clothes.
Staying cooped up in the inn room would only make him feel worse. At times like this, it was much better to go outside and get some fresh air.
'I'll get to see the women of Tarajan Kingdom too.'
Hehe, thinking of women, a lewd smile unconsciously spread across his face.
And his member, which had been sleeping in his pants, stretched and rose again.
It was a rather embarrassing sight considering he had said he was pursuing love filled with connection with a partner, not just carnal desire, but this couldn't be helped.
In the body of a 15-year-old boy going through the storm and stress period.
The resentment of a virgin knight who harbored decades of resentment was added.
It would have been strange not to get aroused. Even the solemn priests of the Holy Kingdom Falcon wouldn't be able to blame him.
'Of course, I can't go out like this.'
Furrowing his brow slightly, he exercised superhuman mental strength.
As some time passed, his hardened member began to lose its rigidity.
It was a divine technique that only Ryan Promhart, the second knight of Zenath who had trained his mind for decades, could display.
Having thus removed the element that would corrupt public morals, Lumian walked toward the door with a smiling face.
*Thump!*
"...?"
No, he tried to walk. But he couldn't.
Lumian, whose legs gave out and collapsed to the floor, contorted his face. He muttered to himself with irritation.
"The body's condition is no joke."
He had forgotten for a moment, but this body had become as weak as it could be.
It was only a day ago that he took poison to commit suicide.
With that being the case, plus having a brief moment of pleasure, there was no way the body would be fine. If doctors saw him, they would definitely tell him to rest for at least a week.
But he couldn't do that.
He wanted to see Tarajan's women. He wanted to jump up right now, burst out of the stuffy inn, and fulfill his desires.
He had the ability to do so.
He traced his memories from his previous life.
"Hoo."
Sitting on the floor, Lumian Kalad inhaled and quietly closed his eyes. Then he instantly sank into his inner world. It was an amazing power of concentration.
But there was something even more amazing.
*Wooooong*
The Aura that had been sleeping deep in Lumian's dantian swirled throughout his entire body.
It wasn't the method of the Tarajan Royal Knight Academy that he usually cultivated.
A path far more stable and efficient than that.
Lumian's aura traversed that path at a terrifying speed. It took less than 30 minutes to complete five cycles.
It was a speed that would make a high-level knight gasp in horror. One wrong move and an aura explosion could occur in his body, turning him into a cripple.
But after completing his aura cultivation, Lumian's face was infinitely peaceful. Not a hint of anxiety could be seen.
That was the dignity of Swordmaster Ryan Promhart, the one who raised Knight King Philip III.