"I'm thinking of heading back home for a bit soon. What do you think?"
"Home?"
I said it while lying in bed, talking to Circe.
Circe was lying face-down on my thigh, lazily licking my cock.
A relaxed, lovey-dovey sex session.
Because of her personality, Circe especially cherished these moments of marital affection.
Of course that didn't mean she avoided rough sex.
"Didn't you hate your hometown, Karl?"
"More precisely, I have a bad relationship with my older brother. We were rivals for the lordship."
In this world succession isn't automatically the eldest son.
The parents decide, and it can change through internal power struggles.
Especially in our Mars family—a lineage of mages for generations—ability comes first.
Whoever has superior magic and can govern the territory better has the higher chance of inheriting.
'And I was born with insane magical talent. Dale was mediocre at best, no real gift.'
That's why many vassals thought I'd become the next lord.
