Steel Empire
Your Wish is an Order

When Linde escaped from Berengar's bedroom, she covered her reddened face with her hands; she was so ashamed she wished she could die. Berengar was far from the soft word the night before; he had taken a firm and dominant position, not letting him control the situation for a moment. It seriously hurt her pride as a dominatri* to be shot at and raised like a hot girl. The fact that he had given his kep*rawn*n*nnnnnnnnya to Berengar because he was careless was another matter that was debated in his mind. Although she had comforted herself by humiliating men through the physical display of dominance in the past, she had never engaged in any sek**al activity before. For all his bluff, he was completely inexperienced, until now. 

There was only one way he could forget this humiliation, by taking it out on his current toy. He decided himself to be very brutal for Lambert today. He had no desire to tell anyone, especially his father, about his misfortune. If she did, her reputation as a domineering young lady would be completely destroyed; after all, her vilification was taken by the lowly son of the Baron; and she could not possibly lose such a face. Instead, he chose to find a way to take revenge on Berengar himself. Somehow he will find a way to take revenge. Or so he told himself. His contradictory subconscious state of mind tells a different story.

...

Several hours had passed, and Berengar treated the morning like any other day; he had to pretend as if nothing had happened. The possibility of Linde telling anyone about the deed the two had done the night before was slim; thus, the possibility of her father knowing about it and demanding that she take responsibility was practically non-existent. He understood Linde's type; he would not easily tell others about how he made himself dib*us and pleaded with a man from Berengar's position to mate with her. Despite the small odds, Berengar decided to take some precautions and advance some of the plans he had been thinking about for some time.

Therefore, after exercising and bathing, Berengar designed the blueprints for the flintlock rifle and the 12-pound cannon. He did not have the time or resources to produce a shotgun that was flushed at the time or a percussion lock. Such things require sophisticated machinery and a stockpile of the chemical mercury fulminate, which is far from its achievement in the early stages of its development. He did not even have a palace alchemist where he could teach chemistry. Because of this, no one made such precious chemicals, and he had no time to spend his days with basic chemistry.

After the blueprints were finished, he sent the design to Ludwig and told him to make 100 flintlock rifles and three 12-pound cannons as quickly as possible. Ludwig was concerned with the anxious expression on Berengar's face and had to ask.

"This design is centuries ahead of anything I've ever seen about gunpowder... I have to ask, what do we need this for?"

Berengar was an honorable man, or so he thought. Therefore, he would never tell anyone what he and Linde had done the night before. Therefore, he put forward several reasons to convince Ludwig to start production of weaponry.

“I plan to start a militia; if anything, Kufstein's defense is quite weak, and I think it would be wise to invest in such a force. Just keep it on a base that needs to be known; I don't want details about this weapon leaking."

To Ludwig, this was a logical request. But the only problem with that is time. They are currently developing irrigation pipes, and as such, it is not easy to switch to weapons production. However, he knew Berengar was adamant about this, and therefore, he agreed to the young master's request.

"I'm going to divert some resources from the irrigation assembly line to the production of this weapon you've designed. The workers won't know what they're making, so rest assured."

That's right, because of the many parts of the irrigation system, Berengar has implemented a rudimentary assembly line system to speed up productivity. So as long as no one knows the finished product, except those who can be trusted with classified information, then they can assemble weapons in secret and arm the peasant militia with them. Basic-line tactical training and the operation of simple but effective weapons can be achieved faster than training a swordsman for war.

Berengar patted Ludwig on the shoulder and thanked him for his service

"I thank you, my friend, from the bottom of my heart; when profits come from steel bars, I will definitely give you a raise!"

Ludwig humbly shook his head as he spoke to the Young Master.

"No, thank you is needed; I just did what I had to do for the kingdom!"

Berengar released his grip on Ludwig's shoulder and wiped the sweat off his eyebrows

"Alright, I'm going to the castle; let me know when the weapon is done."

Ludwig bowed to Berengar as he left.

"Of course, my Lord."

with that, Berengar reentered the castle grounds and found his way into the dining hall, the, where the family was sitting quietly as if they were completely unaware of Berengar's scandalous activities he had carried out the night before. Even Linde seemed to have recovered some of the disaster and sat quietly next to Lambert. Only when he saw Berengar did he glare at him menacingly. Sure enough, the young ruler would not be easy to follow his wishes, but it did not matter; Berengar would enjoy the process. 

After sitting at the dinner table and having breakfast with her family and fiancee, she felt the unease in her heart slowly fade away. However, Linde's cold sky blue eyes never let Berengar disappear from his sight. It was as if he was watching her, being alert that she might try something right then and there. However, when she saw Berengar's calm expression as she ignored him completely and spoke to her little fiance as if nothing had happened at night, she was furious.

'This Bajing*n won't even give me the slightest attention after what happened last night! Does that mean nothing to him? How could he treat me like this? I swear in my ancestral grave, you will bow to my wishes before this week is over!'

He subconsciously bit his lips and crossed his legs as he examined Berengar's expression of love towards Adela with fire and fury in his heart. However, there was something else mixed with his scorn, was that the jealousy he felt? How could he be jealous of that little girl? Clearly, his mind was playing tricks on him. After drinking from his cup, he almost chokes when he realizes that it is wine, the same taste of wine that caused him to lose the ***** dinner earlier. Even though it was ordinary wine, he started to feel confused and dizzy, which was not noticed by the others.

Gisela, with her ever-vigilant eyes, asked in a concerned tone.

"Are you okay, Madam?"

With flushed cheeks, Linde responded to the curious gazes of the others in the most dignified way she could.

"I'm afraid I'm drinking too much wine with my breakfast, Lambert, can you support me and take me to my place of residence?"

Lambert stiffened when he heard those words; he was completely unaware that Linde had changed his plan to try to sedate and enslave Berengar last night; he thought he would at least wait a few weeks before he tried to conspire against the man. After being punished for his failure, he was sure he would be wise about his attempt to kill his brother. Obviously, he just wanted to torture his toy again this time. However, he could not refuse as his punishment would only be more severe. So she left the table with Linde and dragged the heavenly beauty to her residence; not until she left the dining room where her watchful gaze finally dropped her focus on Berengar.

Upon entering her room, Linde vents her conflicting emotions at Lambert, who is subjected to her frustration. However, what puzzled Linde the most was that she no longer found pleasure in harassing the boy. On the contrary, every time he heard the whip, he could not help but recall the harsh treatment he had experienced the night before, and before long, he found himself*ngs*ng by his memory and wanted more. Before long, he began to feel a crisis in his identity, a proud dominatri* like himself should not feel this way because of such memories. Soon, he threw the whip across the room angrily and yelled at Lambert who was venting his conflicting emotions at the poor boy as he did so, he instinctively shouted a series of words designed to hurt her. 

"Go, I don't want to see your ugly face for a long time!"

Lambert was puzzled, the girl had never acted like this before, but after whipping him a few times, she bit her tongue and quickly fled the scene while thinking to herself.

'Crazy girl, you're lucky because you're beautiful!'

'What happened to me? Why am I suddenly like this?'

Memories of the ga*rah-filled night she spent with Berengar filled her head, and the ecstasy she felt when she went with him. Inevitably she became very aroused at the thought of being treated in such a way by a powerful and domineering man like Berengar.

Immersed in his mind, Linde suddenly shook his head to get rid of all the unnecessary ideas that plagued his mind. He will be back tonight, however, this time he will make her beg! Or so he told himself. His body was much more honest than his mind.

...

At midnight Berengar suddenly heard a knock on his door again; he smiled as he realized his evil plan might actually come true. Therefore, he put on a stoic facade and opened the door with an indifferent expression. 

"You again? Don't tell me you're here for more?"

Linde had prepared an authoritative statement; she had even come up with a plan so that she could whip Berengar into submission and return to her usual self. However, as he looked at her in the doorway with a gaze as if he did not care the slightest bit about her, something in his mind broke. He could no longer deny the affection he had for the man; maybe he was really his person, but not his slave, maybe he was his master? He shook his head angrily and decided to stay strong. While thinking of such complicated thoughts, Berengar noticed the whip in his hand and looked at it coldly before asking his intention.

"And what are you planning on doing with that?"

Hearing Berengar's words immediately broke Linde out of her trance; she began to pant as she knelt in front of Berengar and handed him her whip, which she had previously used to humiliate half a dozen young nobles. As he did so, he cursed himself inwardly

'How exactly does this stay strong?'

Seeing this action, Berengar was startled; he was crushed faster than he thought. She waited for a moment until Linde explained herself, and finally, she said the words she wanted to hear.

"Help my law, sir ...."

Linde immediately cried out in pain within the limits of her mind over her mistake, but she could not express it in reality, instead, she slowly followed Berengar and obeyed his orders, like an obedient slave. An evil grin appeared on Berengar's face; therefore, he took the girl to his room and closed the door, where the resulting whip sound failed to penetrate the thick stone wall of his room. By this act, Linde has confirmed for herself; a switch is rotated in her brain; she is no longer a sadistic dominatri* but a mas*kis female slave, she is, and he couldn't be happier.

After playing with the c*mbuk for a while, Berengar pulled out a set of ropes lying around and*That Linde. The rest of the night, he will enjoy himself as much as his t*buh ind*hnya. By the time the sun rose, Linde had escaped from her room like a frightened rabbit once again. Even though he had started the process of surrender, there was still a lot of pride in his heart, and it would take quite a while for him to submit himself completely to Berengar.

Over the next week, Berengar will spend all day overseeing the production of firearms and cannons, as well as irrigation systems and their slow implementation. He had received his father's approval to form a volunteer militia, which immediately began their training; although the production of firearms was not yet completed, the militia recruits can still train and practice line tactics and undergo mental conditioning to become an important compact unit on the battlefield. He modeled his militia training after basic training from the Army, which he had experienced in his previous life.

He was given full authority of the militia by his father, who saw it as the perfect way for his son to prepare for war and not think about anything else. Thus, farmers flocked to his militia ranks to train in their spare time; after all, who would not want to keep their homes under the leadership of Berengar?

When he was done with his work for the day, he would spend several hours with Adela inside the castle walls, Linde of course; will deliberately provoke Berengar in small ways during his date time with Adela, then he will return to his room at night to be disciplined for his actions. He slowly but surely became honest with himself. At the end of the week, his heart and soul finally bowed to his will, and subsequently, Berengar. As dawn broke on the first day of the new week, Linde did not run away from Berengar's grasp but curled tightly in his arms, a warm smile on her face as she pushed her d*d with her finger.

"So what now, sir?"

Berengar looked at him in shock. Is he seriously calling him Master of his own will? Usually he would only call her that when she was stunned, and she was clearly in a very calm state at the moment. Therefore, he decided to clarify the matter.

He couldn't help but question the girl. He had a puzzled expression on his face as he looked into his eyes.

"Yes, that's what you want me to call you when we're alone. Otherwise, I can call you with whatever you want!"

Berengar could not help but laugh; he finally did. He had bet big, and if he lost, it could easily take his life. However, it turned into the biggest gain in his entire two lives. He really expected her to hold back her stubbornness a little longer, but she ended up becoming a completely broken slave. He doesn't know what to say about this. In her past life, and current life, she was still a peraw*n until a week ago. The way he ended up losing his V card is not something you would see in a fairy tale. Still, he lost to the prettiest girl he had ever seen. A week later, he called him master? How did he achieve this?

As it turns out, Linde is not the only one who has changed significantly over the past week. Berengar has grown more confident, more ambitious, and more reckless. After a week of abusive and disorganized relationships, the girl was completely loyal to Berengar and Berengar alone. After thinking about the girl's question for some time in silence, she finally answered.

"Sir is the right term, for what will happen next. It will be very dangerous for you, but if you finish it with satisfactory results, I will repay you with whatever you want."

Light gleamed in Linde's eyes when she heard the last part of Berengar's sentence as she grabbed his hand.

"Anything for you, sir!"

Berengar chuckled, and pulled him closer, and whispered in his ear.

"I want you to spy on your father and my brother for me ..."

He expected her to show some resistance; after all, her training only lasted for a week, but otherwise, there was no doubt in her voice as she returned a whisper as she exhaled into his ear.

"Your wish is my command."

With that said, Berengar had gained the most valuable ally in his war of intrigue against his brother Lambert and the Prince of Tyrol. They would not realize that every plot they made to conspire against Berengar was secretly leaked to him by the most trusted member of their inner circle until it was too late. Though she won't know it now, one day, Linde will become director of Berengar's vast spy network and his personal concubine. A relationship in which a dynasty will be built upon it...