The 3cm Grand Duke’s Secret Deal with a Witch - Chapter 4

“Anyway, the problem is that their standards are too high…”

Of course it turned out that way, since you only went around looking for fake nuns, didn’t you?

Every single woman Max had sought out was of middle nobility or higher. Women who had caused trouble and hidden themselves in convents, or women who had been driven out by their families as unwanted burdens with no inheritance to receive. Would such women truly have no interest in a s*x life? They only pretended not to. And if they married and then kept a lover separately to enjoy only night affairs, the upright Warden Duke would never sit still for that either.

The instant Gustav stuck out his lip, Max clenched his fist.

It was a signal telling him to shut his mouth if he didn’t want to get beaten. And so, the dwarf adviser obediently shut his trap. Max glared at him and roughly swept his hair back. It seemed he was under no ordinary amount of stress.

“Do you think I have a choice? The military command rights of this land are hereditary. They don’t even accept adoption. The status of my wife is important too.”

“And if you don’t produce an heir by the age of thirty, the empire will confiscate the military command rights…”

“Exactly. If I don’t marry and have a child in the remaining two years, the territory my ancestors protected for generations will collapse into a colony.”

“That’s why you shouldn’t have done something that would make the true nature of your curse become rumored…”

“Gustav!”

“Yessir. Shutting up.”

Maximilian Romundale.

The sole surviving legitimate heir of the Romundale family.

What more needed to be said? In truth, the reason he had not yet inherited his father’s title of Grand Duke was also because he had not fulfilled the condition of producing an heir. Although those around him often flattered him by conveniently calling him Grand Duke.

In any case, his marriage was urgent.

However, despite being a Sword Master who could unleash sword aura, and despite having a strapping physique, beauty, power, and wealth without missing a single thing, Max was being rejected in marriage proposals day and night. His personality had some flaws, but well, what noble didn’t? Even he himself was deeply bewildered. He had not known marriage would be this difficult.

Maximilian ground his teeth.

“What in the world is so important about that damned s*x…”

“Ah, if the compatibility is right, it can be incredible. And it’s an essential act for impregnating your wife.”

“Who doesn’t know that? You get an e******n, insert it, e*******e, and that’s the end of it, isn’t it?”

“Good grief…”

“There is nothing wrong with my erectile function or my s***n production.”

“Oh, dear.”

Gustav slapped a hand to his forehead. This damned superior of his had the level of interest in s****l intercourse of a preschool child. He even devalued the act of s*x more harshly than a puritan. It was as if he neither understood nor tried to understand why night affairs were included among an animal’s three great desires.

That was why he truly thought little of the private part of his body that had been crippled by the curse.

There were one-eyed people in the world, and people with only one arm. There were those who could not speak or could not hear. They all lived just fine. So what did it matter that the size of his g******s had stopped growing around the age of ten, when he had fainted in the birch forest?

Firmly believing that, he bathed together with the soldiers under his command in the same bathhouse, and that had been the beginning of the problem. Exactly one hour later, the horrific rumor that ‘the Warden Duke of the Montshire Principality is a tiny-dicked, thread-cocked man’ began spreading across the entire continent.

In short, he’s fvcked.

What was the one and only thing the south and north of the continent had in common?

It was that, in terms of national temperament, they were both considerably fond of that sort of thing. If a man and a woman took a liking to each other, they would share a bed even on the day they first met. Excluding, of course, cases where one was married or had a lover. The status of night affairs in this country was so high that there were even professional s*x education instructors.

In a place like this, a small-dicked man…? Whether north or south, if the women of the entire nation were told to choose between a gambling libertine and a small-dicked man as a husband, ten out of ten would choose the libertine…?

“My lord, isn’t marriage among nobles a matter of weighing the cards each side holds and examining the conditions? Even hiding an unfavorable card and committing fraud would hardly be enough…”

And yet you stripped naked before the whole world and exposed a fatal flaw. Why in the world did you do something so thoughtless? Hmm?

If he could, Gustav wanted to grab Max by the collar and shake him back and forth. If he committed that sort of insubordination, he would immediately have his head cut off, but…

Anyway, the past was the past. Wasn’t the role of an adviser not to cling to the past, but to squeeze out some desperate measure to break through the present crisis? Gustav immediately made a suggestion.