Founder Of The Greatest Noble Family-Chapter 53:Tonight,We Will Serve You Together

The air outside the manor was thick with the scent of mortar, sweat, and resolve.

Roland, donned in a dark half-cape and leather gloves, walked through the construction site flanked by Roan and a few guards. The black-rock wall had reached nearly fifteen feet in height now, strong and defiant—its shimmering surface glinting beneath the late afternoon sun.

Work never ceased.

Carriages pulled stones. Scaffolding groaned under weight. Soldiers stood in half-armor with dirt-streaked faces and blistered hands, still carrying out patrols. They saluted as Roland passed, pride and exhaustion on their faces.

He paused and stood on a raised platform built from crates and stone, overlooking the entire workforce.

Everyone nearby instinctively gathered, drawn by his presence.

Roland swept his gaze over them—soldiers, masons, young laborers, even cooks who’d been roped into ferry water. His voice boomed over the workyard:

"You’ve worked hard."

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"All of you—braving the sun, the weight, and even the threat of beasts. I’ve seen the blood, the injuries, and yet... not one of you has complained. Not once."

He paused, letting the words sink in.

"Your bravery and loyalty is what makes this barony stand strong. The Kingdom of Jin may forget us. The capital may turn its eyes away. But Apus—" he held a fist to his chest, "Apus stands because of you."

There was a shift in the crowd. Eyes widened. Hands tightened into fists.

*And so... for everything you’ve done..Tonight, we feast!"

He raised his arm. "Barbequed meat! The finest stock from my cellar! And barrels of Apus-special wine from the old manor reserves! All of it—for you!"

There was a silence, then—

"WOOOAAAAHHHHHH!!"

"LORD ROLAND!"

"MEAT!! MEAAATTT!!"

"THE LORD IS THE BEST!"

"LONG LIVE LORD WEIESS!!"

Cheers broke out. Helmets flew into the air. Shields clattered as soldiers clapped and howled with glee. Several hugged each other like children on harvest night. Some even wept openly.

"We haven’t had wine in three months!"

"He’s actually giving away the Apus Special! That’s 30 gold a barrel wine!!"

"We’re gonna eat till we burst!"

Roland chuckled, shaking his head. "They really are simple men... but they deserve this."

The large, cleared plaza near the training grounds was now glowing with warmth and life.

Multiple bonfires crackled, their light dancing against the dark sky. Huge metal grills sizzled with skewers of marinated boar, chicken, mutton, and vegetables. The savory aroma filled the air.

Barrels of wine were uncorked and handed down freely. Soldiers chugged with reckless joy, some already red-faced and laughing like fools.

Music played—drums, lutes, even someone using a blacksmith’s hammer on iron for rhythm. The commoners joined in too. Children danced, young girls twirled with blushes as knights attempted awkward spins.

Roan stood with a turkey leg in one hand, wine in the other, grinning as he chatted with the squad leaders.

Even Orren, though bandaged, managed to sit near a fire with a tankard, laughing with Jan and Lucas.

And in the distance, Roland stood on a watchtower, overlooking the happiness below.

He took a sip from his goblet, face calm but thoughtful.

"Even if it’s short... let them have peace tonight."

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Back at the Mansion

In the soft, candle-lit hallway of the manor, Janet and Priya sat by a window, watching the flickering lights from the party outside.

Janet, arms crossed, bit her lip slightly.

"...Priya," she began, "Do you think he’ll be angry that I spent five thousand gold on that woman?"

Priya thought for a moment and shook her head. "He won’t be angry... but he may feel conflicted. He understands politics, after all."

Janet let out a sigh.

Everyone else was either pregnant or on bedrest. She and Priya were the only ones with enough strength to move about. Yet seeing Roland so overburdened and stressed these days stirred something inside her.

A sense of helplessness.

"I... I can’t just stand by," Janet muttered. "We’re not helping him at all. He’s taking all of this alone."

Priya’s eyes widened a bit as Janet leaned close and whispered something into her ear.

Priya’s face flushed crimson.

"M-Miss... That’s... that’s too much."

"What too much?" Janet countered, hands on her hips. "I’m the main wife. If I approve it, why are you hesitating?"

"B-But..."

"Priya. Managing the household isn’t enough anymore. He needs stress relief. His power... it’s growing even stronger. We need to do something."

Priya bit her lip, uncertain. Her fingers gripped her skirt tightly.

But after a long pause, she nodded softly, her face red as a peach.

"...Alright. Let’s... prepare ourselves then."

.......

The stone path leading up to Weiess Manor shimmered under the soft glow of the moonlight. A cool breeze rustled through the trees, but the warmth of bonfire laughter and celebration still echoed faintly in Roland’s ears.

He walked slowly, his cloak hanging lazily over one shoulder, tipsy but far from drunk. The wine had dulled the heavy weight in his chest, and the cheerful, grateful faces of the people lifted a burden he’d carried silently.

"Where else would you find a Lord who feasts with the soldiers, laughs with commoners, and protects his own like kin?" one had said.

"Sir Weiess—he’s not a noble. He’s a hero," murmured another.

Those words replayed in his mind as he reached the entrance, the gates quietly opening as if sensing his return. The manor was silent, the usual soft light from the hallways had been dimmed. Only the distant flicker of a corridor lamp guided him.

Strange... Is everyone asleep?

He unbuckled his gauntlets and tossed them aside with a relaxed sigh. His boots made soft thuds against the polished floor as he climbed the stairs, the weariness of the day setting into his bones.

As he pushed open his bedroom door—

He stopped.

The room was bathed in a low, amber glow. A delicate incense candle burned near the bed, its scent a sweet blend of rose and sandalwood, thick and intoxicating. The warmth inside the room was almost unnatural, pulling him in like silk wrapping around his limbs.

His gaze was drawn to the large bed, draped in crimson sheets.

And on that bed—

Two women waited.

Janet, his main wife, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulders, lay on her side, wearing nothing but a silken black corset and lace garter. Her eyes sparkled with a mixture of desire and embarrassment.

Priya, calmer but equally alluring, sat beside her, wearing a deep wine-red underdress that barely held her generous curves. A soft blush tinted her cheeks as her eyes met Roland’s.

The sight was devastating—the way their bodies curved, the slight glint of sweat under the candlelight, the scent of perfume mixing with incense—it all surged into Roland at once.

He was frozen in the doorway, as if struck by magic.

And then—

A soft, sultry voice broke the silence.

"Darling... let the two of us serve you tonight."

The sound slithered through the air like velvet, wrapping around his ears. In that instant, Roland’s mind blanked—and his body reacted instantly.

A sudden tightness surged in his lower body, his trousers visibly tented.

"...I see." Roland’s voice dropped low and husky.

He removed his cloak slowly, one button at a time, each click echoing in the quiet room.

"You two planned this together?"

Janet smiled, half-embarrassed. "You’ve been overworked. We just... wanted to help."

Priya lowered her eyes but said softly, "Please... let us ease your burden."

Roland stepped forward, his breath slow and heavy.

"Then I’ll leave myself... in your care tonight."

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