Chapter 80
Chapter 80
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 80
Chapter Title: Home
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‘Hyun-ah.
I don’t deny that swords are tools born to take lives.
But there’s a clear difference between facing bloodshed without flinching and reveling in it.
I just hope you won’t become a fragile little boat tossed about in rough storms.’
Her face was too blurry to make out.
Yet her voice rang out as clear as if she were right beside him.
‘Senior Brother.
This junior disciple...’
‘Do you think your senior brother doesn’t know that your heart remains soft and fragile, unlike your sword?
Little junior.
It’s fine to lean on others when things get tough.
Don’t try to shoulder everything alone.
Just as Master and I watched over you, surely there’s someone in this vast world who’ll stand by your side.’
‘...’
‘If you don’t know how to wield your blade, then do it for their sake.
That’s the only advice this foolish senior brother of yours can offer.’
With those final words, everything began to fade.
The barely visible face, the voice that had been so vivid.
Like darkness descending or fog creeping in, there was nothing left to see.
And what followed was nothing but sticky clumps of crimson blood.
‘...Damn it.’
Kim Yu-hyun slowly opened his eyes.
He’d had a dream he absolutely hadn’t wanted to have.
He’d met someone he never wanted to see again.
Whenever this happened, his mood always turned turbulent, sharpening him like a blade.
Looking around, he realized he was sitting in the coachman’s seat and let out a sigh.
He still couldn’t quite fathom how he’d ended up here.
He’d owed a debt to his new master, Raido, so he’d promised to protect Raido’s only daughter, Lucia, while he was away.
At first, he’d thought they’d just hole up in that quiet, boring cabin until it was time to venture out into the world.
But then he’d run into this bizarre nobleman, and everything had gone sideways in the strangest ways.
He’d assumed the guy was kidnapping Lucia for some nefarious plot, but that wasn’t it.
He’d pegged him as a worthless trash heap, but the man kept his word, had a sharp mind, and acted with fearless boldness.
‘The funny thing is, to think, speak, and act like that requires that level of conviction.
And that conviction comes from ‘strength’—yet he’s supposedly a weakling who can’t handle mana at all.’
If Sion had overheard Kim Yu-hyun’s inner thoughts, he probably would’ve yelled something like ‘Knowledge is power!’—but unfortunately for him, Sion was riding in the carriage ahead, not this one.
Meanwhile, Kim Yu-hyun gazed at the carriage Sion was in and sank back into thought.
‘What an odd guy.
No matter how I look at him, I can’t pin down who—or what—he really is.
Sometimes he’s just an utterly ordinary man, then suddenly he flips, and he’s someone else entirely.
Even without wielding mana, he decides, speaks, and acts without hesitation or fear.
As if he believes he has the power to overcome any obstacle, or the insight to break through it.’
He’d secretly tailed him and dug into his background, wondering if he was hiding his strength or some secret power.
But the results were always the same.
The firstborn son of a noble family that rarely emerged from Margrave Territory.
Whenever he did show his face, he caused massive scandals—rumors swirled that if Klauzen fell, he’d be suspect number one.
Greenhorn, trash, wastrel—the infamous labels piled up.
Yet, as if mocking those rumors, when he finally stepped out into the world, he performed in ways no one could have imagined or predicted.
‘Impossible to read.’
Suddenly, Kim Yu-hyun tuned into a faint sound from behind his coachman’s seat.
It sounded like voices chatting inside the carriage, but they weren’t just speaking softly to avoid his ears.
‘Looks like they’ve put up a mana barrier to talk in private.’
For a moment, he considered cracking the barrier to eavesdrop.
But he quickly decided against it and closed his eyes for another nap.
His senior brother had always warned him: never butt into women’s conversations.
―
“Everyone’s here?”
“Yes, Lilite.”
A captivating silver-haired woman hummed a little tune, legs crossed.
Lilite.
Sitting demurely beside her with a smile was Lucia.
And across from them, fidgeting with her fingers, was the knight Risikida Amstel.
“Um, excuse me.”
Risikida raised a nervous hand and spoke up.
Lilite and Lucia turned to her, as if sensing some problem.
“I don’t think I belong here.
I’m just a knight serving my lord...”
“Oh my.
Do knights go around soaked in their master’s scent like that?
The knights I know never looked like that.”
“Th-that’s...”
“Lady Risikida.
There’s no need to be so shy.
Everyone here has been with Sion, you know?”
Risikida vaguely picked up that “been with” didn’t just mean this journey.
She’d smelled another woman’s scent on Sion when she’d gotten close—stronger than before.
“Since we’re all here, let me say this.
No matter what anyone says, I’m number one.
Sion’s first woman.
I won’t use it to push you out or keep you in check like some childish game, but I’d appreciate it if you all acknowledged that I’ll always be his first.”
Lucia and Risikida nodded at Lilite’s words.
She’d been in a lover-like relationship with Sion from the start—no one could argue that, and no one wanted to.
“Hmm... so does that make Lady Risikida number two?”
“Probably.
Number three would be you, Lucia.”
“Do the titles change based on order?
Like calling each other ‘sister’ or something...”
“Nothing like that.
We’re just making the order clear.
More importantly, Lucia—you mind if I call you Rishi now?
That’s what I call her.”
At Lilite’s suggestion, Lucia tilted her head and glanced at Risikida.
“Is that okay?
The way Sion says it, ‘Rishi’ feels like it’s just for him.”
“True, but we’re not strangers anymore.
We share a man—sometimes we’ll hold hands, sometimes compete.
Getting closer shouldn’t be a problem.”
“...I suppose not?”
“What do you say, Rishi?
Lucia can call you that too, right?”
“I-I don’t mind.”
With Risikida’s okay, Lilite shrugged as if to say ‘See?’
Then she slowly explained why she’d gathered herself, Lucia, and Risikida in this carriage.
“You’ve all slept with Sion?”
“...Yes.”
“Cough, hack!
Hack, hack!”
Unlike Lucia, who blushed but answered, Risikida hacked away as if she’d choked—pounding her chest, though she hadn’t even drunk anything.
Her clueless reaction clashed hilariously with her status as a high knight, making Lucia giggle ‘Oh my?’ while Lilite tsked and patted Risikida’s back.
“Why so shy?
You were pretty bold in front of Sion.”
“Hack, hack!
B-but!
Even so!
Talking about that stuff in front of others is...”
“Are we ‘others’?
We’re practically sisters now, aren’t we?”
“Eh? Y-yes?”
“Think about it.
You like Sion, I like Sion, Lucia likes Sion.
If we stay rivals, we’ll just fight to the death and waste our lives.
No more happy times with Sion.”
“Th-that’s...”
“Better if we stick together—cheer each other on, get along, and share Sion deliciously, right?
That’s how I see it.”
Both Lucia and Risikida flushed at “deliciously share,” but neither objected.
They’d known other women were around Sion, and that his rivals were no pushovers.
“Let me be clear.
No trying to monopolize Sion.
We’re not kids—when multiple women fall for one man, we knew the risks.”
“Right.”
“I-I just lie down if my lord wants me to.”
“Wow.
Rishi, you say the naughtiest things.
Lie down in bed?
Why not say you’ll strip too?”
“...To make even a high knight fall like that.
Sion really is something.”
“N-no!
That was a slip!
F-forget it!
Please!”
Risikida flailed her hands in panic, but Lilite and Lucia were too busy teasing the knight.
“So, Rishi—which spots does he go for most?”
“Wh-what?”
“When Sion gets naughty with you.
His favorite parts or whatever.
Come on?”
“I-I don’t know what you mean.”
This time, Risikida genuinely looked lost.
Lilite slung an arm around her shoulders.
“You think we called you here just to set an order?
Obviously for intel sharing.
Especially on the most important night-time activities.”
Lilite grinned, Lucia nodding eagerly.
Risikida stared at the oddly proactive pair, utterly confused.
“See!”
See?
“Sion won’t stray if we hold him tight together.
Know the biggest reason men get hooked?
Sure, looks and personality matter, but to this Lilite, that’s not it.”
“Th-then what is it?”
“Bedroom skills, obviously!
Techniques to make him feel good!”
Unlike Lilite, the ‘dream demon,’ or Lucia, who’d self-studied from books...
Risikida still had no clue.
Bedroom skills?
Techniques to please a man?
“Nothing complicated.
Just be honest.
Lucia first?”
“Um... he’s really into my breasts.
Even mid-kiss, he gropes them, licks and sucks gently... Ngh...”
Lucia subtly covered her chest, recalling last night.
“Same for me.
He targets the nipples so precisely—you can feel them get rock-hard.”
“M-my lord... licking my breasts felt amazing too.”
All three agreed.
Sion loves breast play.
“So when he goes for our chests, we need varied reactions.
If he finds ours boring, he’ll skim over it and rush to penetration—could cool things off.”
“N-no, I don’t want that.
I-I want to stay with my lord longer.”
Risikida’s true feelings slipped out despite her shyness.
Lucia giggled and took her hand, finding it adorable.
“Hmm?
Hold on.
Hasn’t Sion licked anywhere else with his tongue, you two?”
“Huh?
Well... besides breasts, just my belly or collarbone.”
“Same here...”
“That’s weird.”
“What do you mean, Lilite?
Weird how?”
Lucia asked what she meant.
Risikida eyed Lilite, wondering if something was wrong.
“No, with me, he did my breasts but also down there—the slit and clit. Licked and sucked like crazy.
Made this succubus queen cum so hard my pride shattered.”
“Huh?
Wh-where...”
“Here, here.”
At Risikida’s question, Lilite parted her legs slightly and pointed to her privates.
Risikida’s face exploded red; Lucia gasped ‘Oh my, oh my!’ covering her mouth.
“Why the big reactions?”
“L-licking there is too much!
That’s, that’s...”
“You’re clueless.
Try it once, then talk.
Lucia, you’ve read books.
They say it’s intense.
But since Sion didn’t, you figured you hated it and stayed quiet?”
“Looks like...”
“Maybe he held back since it was your firsts.
Tch, my real body was a first too, but he devoured me then discriminates.
Hey!
So unfair!
Treating me rough ‘cause I’m a demon!
Oh?
Aigoo, Sion!
This big sis is hurt!”
Lilite whined with exaggerated gestures.
Lucia agonized over asking, then went for it.
“...Um, Lilite?
Does it really feel that good when a man licks down there?”
“You’ve felt his breast skills—his tongue’s amazing.
Ask him once.
You’ll scream in pleasure on the spot.”
Guaranteed by the succubus queen herself.
Lucia ‘ooh’ed, blushing; Risikida pretended disinterest but listened intently.
‘Should I ask Sion later?
Ugh!
Embarrassing, but if it’s good...
And come to think of it, only Lilite got it—not me!
Right!
I’ll ask!’
‘M-my lord on my precious place...
Directly licking there... Hnng, ah...’
As if on cue, both squeezed their thighs and squirmed.
Watching, Lilite smirked with sudden triumph.
Those two hadn’t gotten it—but she had, twice!
