Being the Only Man in the Daughter Kingdom Puts a Lot of Pressure on Me (Seeking Votes)

Morning.

Norse got up only to discover that his cotton bedding had been slashed more than twenty times by someone, with exceptionally cruel and vicious methods.

The cotton bedding was completely unrecognizable, as though it had been ravaged into tatters amid utter chaos.

"Th-this... who the hell did this?"

Norse stared blankly. "Could it have happened while I got up to take a leak last night?"

"Red Pipi, let's go!"

Norse looked toward the red python in the corner. Seeing it remain utterly indifferent, he knew who had entered his room last night.

In this country of women, only when Hancock, that woman, sneaked into his room in the dead of night would Red Pipi, usually fierce and violent, shamelessly play dumb.

Otherwise, Norse should have known what had happened last night.

Man and snake left the palace and arrived at the bustling market streets, where all kinds of beautifully dressed women filled the crowds.

Although the Land of Lilies had poor crops, its marine resources were abundant, and seafood was being hawked everywhere along the streets and alleys.

"Did you hear? The curse on our Empress vanished last night. That's wonderful—thank heavens!"

"Yes, the heavens finally have eyes. Someone as outstanding and breathtakingly beautiful as our Empress, like a fairy descended to earth, should never have suffered like that in the first place!"

A group of still-charming women gathered around a seafood stall and chatted.

"Ahem..."

Norse deliberately coughed as he walked over. His expression was cold, but in the eyes of the women around him, who had long since become hopelessly obsessed?

Norse seemed like a dazzling ray of light, a man like a god of light, a radiant existence who held endless attraction for them.

A fat woman rushed to the front, nervous beyond measure. Flattered and overwhelmed, she stammered, "No... Nor... Lord Norse, g-good morning!"

"Hmph, you can't even speak properly. What a buzzkill!"

Norse had no interest in women, and he had only come out for a morning stroll to clear his mind. The last thing he wanted to see was a fat old woman like this.

She looked to weigh at least three hundred pounds, yet she was copying other women in pining after men. She had truly ruined his mood today!

Rather than feeling hurt or angry, the fat woman became even more flattered. "Ah!! L-Lord Norse actually spoke to this servant."

She even became so delighted that she forgot herself, wrapping both arms around the four women beside her and nearly squeezing their waists apart and suffocating them.

Yet those women were not angry either—or perhaps they had no time to be angry. They were simply even more excited and enamored by Norse.

One still-charming woman said dreamily, "Even when Lord Norse is angry, he's so charming, so manly."

"Yes, yes..."

"I want Lord Norse to favor me like that too!"

Hearing the lovesick nonsense from these women, Norse nearly turned around and left.

This was simply too terrifying.

As far as he was concerned now, the pressure on him was growing greater and greater!

The women of this country of women had practically all gone mad because of him.

Not only did Hancock come at him with a blade in the middle of the night, but even these women before him were shameless to the extreme.

Sigh! Who asked me to be the only man acknowledged in this country of women? Norse finally sighed inwardly.

"None of you are to get in my way. Otherwise, I'll leave the Land of Lilies forever." Norse had no choice. In this situation, only this move would work; everything else was nonsense, and saying more would only bring tears!

"Don't, don't, Lord Norse! Rest assured, we'll just watch you from afar. You don't need to worry about us!"

"Yes, it's enough for us to watch from afar."

"As long as Lord Norse remains in this country of women, we'll be content."

"That's right, Lord Norse. Please, you must stay in our Land of Lilies forever."

They all chimed in at once, one after another!

These lovesick women were far too glib-tongued. Norse was truly depressed, and the corner of his mouth could not help twitching.

If he really could leave this damned place forever, Norse would not want to stay for even a moment.

This place was like a filthy cage, and all these shallow, vulgar women wanted to drain and cultivate themselves with a man as dazzling as the sun like him.

It was unbearable.

But what could he do?

Norse could not leave this place alone. Unless Hancock went out to sea again, he could only follow her out.

This was also because, in order to survive at first, he had made a gentleman's promise to Hancock, truly binding away his great freedom.

"Red Pipi, I didn't want to come out today in the first place. It was all because you hid something from me, causing me to find out too late!"

Norse did not want to speak with the countless women around him, so he started chattering away to his pet instead!

"If you fear that woman again next time, you won't be qualified to be Norse's beloved pet. I'll roast you over a fire."

Red Pipi was so frightened that it immediately curled into a red ball and rolled wildly across the ground, quickly driving away the countless lovestruck women around it.

"Hmph! At least you, Red Pipi, understand my heart!"

Norse was fairly satisfied. He thought that all the Solar Power he regularly fed it to nurture it had not gone to waste; the intelligence it had developed was far greater than that of ordinary snakes.

Just the fact that it had gone from cold-blooded to understanding feelings meant it was no ordinary Red Pipi snake.

"Lord Norse, are you looking for some fresh ingredients today?"

A voluptuous proprietress who ran a fine seafood shop on this street smiled sweetly, visibly flattered and surprised.

Because Norse was walking straight toward her.

She happily said, "Oh, right, we just received a chunk of Sea King meat. It's quite fresh."

"No need. I'm here to see Marguerite," Norse said flatly. "That cute little girl is still at home, right?"

The seafood shop proprietress was genuinely somewhat disappointed upon hearing that.

So Norse had come looking for her adopted daughter again. But why did he never spare even a glance for her, the proprietress, every time he came?

Actually, she looked rather cute when she smiled too. Though she was not as adorable, righteous, and innocent as her daughter Marguerite.

But her chest was still very big!

Still, the proprietress answered happily, "Yes, Lord Norse. My daughter went to bed too late last night, so she may not even be up to train yet."

"Yay~~ It really is Big Brother Norse! Did you come to play with me? Where are you taking me today?"

Suddenly, a blonde, blue-eyed little girl emerged from the house behind the proprietress. Fair and tiny, not even a meter tall, forever eight years old, she burst right out the door.

Her face was filled with innocence and cuteness—more than that, the charm unique to a child.

That was what they called righteousness.

"Big Brother Norse, I want uppies, and I want hugs too!" In the blink of an eye, Marguerite darted in front of Norse, lifting her head to look at him with watery eyes.

"Haha... what a good girl!"

A heartfelt smile immediately appeared on Norse's face. He stroked Marguerite's head, then lifted her onto the top of his own.

These days, Norse could only find a patch of pure land in the faces of little girls. That was what he wanted to see.

Because the other women of the Woman Country truly had improper intentions toward him. They were always saying vulgar things about liking him, being willing to serve him like oxen and horses, letting him ride them, and so on.

It left Norse utterly speechless.

He was not the kind of man who would lose himself just because he was surrounded by tenderness!

"Did you see that? Did you see that? My man smiled."

"Don't talk nonsense. Lord Norse is the sacred fruit of every citizen in the Land of Lilies. Since when did he become yours alone?"

"Hehe... I never thought that Lord Norse smiling would make my heart melt."

A group of narcissistic women who had never seen a man went utterly mad, obsessed, and infatuated beyond escape over such a tiny gesture from Norse.

"..." Norse felt he needed to find a way to solve this problem, or it would become too crazy!

"Big Brother Norse, you really are so popular with us. Look at them—they all look so happy, so delighted, like cats in heat!"

Marguerite lay softly atop Norse's head, speaking with a completely innocent expression.

"Hehe... don't mind those adults. They're really boring."

Norse could not stand these women who were so obsessed with him. He only said to Marguerite, "Little girl, I'll take you to the shore today. I'm going to catch a Sea King. Do you want to eat it?"

"I do! I'm so happy!"

The little girl was thrilled.

Normally, she was not allowed to go to the shore. There were many Sea Kings there, and she was too small.

In the Woman Country, children like them could only be granted the freedom to go to the shore alone after reaching the age of twelve!

Of course, there were no such requirements or restrictions when they were accompanied by an adult.

"Big Brother Norse, I heard Sea Kings are as big as our houses and very fierce. What should we do?" Marguerite asked seriously.

"It's fine. I'm super strong. If they dare act fierce toward us, I'll roast them all and eat them!"

As he spoke, Norse carried the little girl toward the shore.

Behind them, a group of incomparably envious women watched them leave!