Chapter 13
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 13
Chapter Title: 5. Escape (2)
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- About 45 years ago
Twenty-five-year-old Heinkel, the son of Baron Levan, served alongside both his father as knights under Count Raven for life.
And that year, Heinkel joined his comrades in the subjugation of a Lust Demon.
The Lust Demon at the time was a woman and on the weaker side, but a sudden mana rampage killed all of Heinkel's comrades.
Luckily far enough away to survive, Heinkel barely managed to flee while praying for the enemy to self-destruct.
And from her as she lay dying, he learned the Lust Demon's secrets and about the manual. Heinkel kept it all hidden and secretly began practicing the Lust Arts.
Heinkel fell addicted to the Lust Arts in no time.
He blew through every coin from his knight's pay sleeping with multiple women nightly at brothels. When the money ran dry, he'd secretly rape commoner women.
As the saying goes, a long tail gets stepped on—Heinkel's rapes were exposed. But with the immense mana from the Lust Arts marking him as Sword Master material, Count Raven and his father, Baron Levan, joined forces to cover it up.
Count Raven went further, slipping him extra cash to bed women more easily or sending men to quietly erase traces of the assaults.
If he grew into a Sword Master, it'd be like gaining an army of thousands for Count Raven, who kept him as a knight.
It wasn't murder—just raping commoner women. Barely a blip for nobles.
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- 5 years later
By age thirty, Heinkel was already a near-top-tier Sword User. Everyone around him was toasting that a Sword Master would emerge in Raven County within a decade.
But Count Raven harbored his own unease.
The Raven family simply wasn't grand enough to claim a Sword Master like Heinkel.
In the Empire, a Sword Master appearing meant an instant barony at minimum, with pleas to stay in the country. Other kingdoms did the same.
Which meant he could declare independence backed by imperial prestige without backlash.
So Count Raven settled on marriage. He had a twenty-five-year-old eldest daughter named Elena.
Her looks earned whispers as Raven County's top beauty—a vibrant woman with subtle platinum blonde hair.
Most women her age were long married, but she'd stubbornly insisted on continuing her sword training and refused suitors. Her doting father, Count Raven, simply let her have her way.
Surprisingly, Heinkel and Elena clicked. She respected him as a fellow swordsman, making it possible.
But tragedy born of the Lust Arts soon struck.
Elena and Heinkel often sparred in the training grounds. One day, seeing her in sweat-soaked thin clothes, Heinkel lost control and pinned her down.
Fortunately, Elena harbored some feelings for him and went along, but that hardly mattered—Heinkel had barely touched another woman since meeting her, leaving his lust pent up to bursting.
He lost all reason, unleashing years of bottled desire. Elena's stunning beauty only made it worse; he couldn't rein it in.
If only her skill had been higher—but despite her efforts, she'd plateaued at low Sword User, woefully short on stamina and willpower.
What began that evening dragged into morning—a grueling twelve-hour marathon. Elena couldn't take it; she went cold on the training ground floor.
Cause of death: cerebral hemorrhage and heart failure from nonstop orgasms.
But Heinkel, still lost to lust and senseless, kept pounding away at the corpse.
That horrific scene was stumbled upon by Count Raven's eldest son—Elena's younger brother—the twenty-year-old Rian, arriving for morning practice.
What Rian saw: Heinkel violating Elena's corpse, limbs rigid with rigor mortis.
And Rian had a serious sister complex to boot.
Elena was breathtakingly beautiful, with a bold, straightforward personality.
Before he knew it, brotherly affection had twisted into romantic love. Since she wasn't married, he'd naively vowed to wed her someday.
For a boy like that, the shock Heinkel delivered was unimaginable.
Panicked, Heinkel fled under charges of rape-murder. Sadly, his family couldn't follow suit.
The Levan house excommunicated him on the spot, but it did no good.
Grief-maddened Count Raven and Rian skipped all due process, torturing the lot to death.
They even slapped on rebellion charges, executing his household's nanny, gardener, maids, and more in gruesome variety.
Heinkel's mother, his little sister, even the maids who'd occasionally sated his urges—they were bound in the public square, gang-raped in every hole, and made to die just like Elena.
Some time later, the fugitive Heinkel snuck back to Raven County hoping his family had survived.
All that remained: his kin's heads on pikes. Corpses of family and familiar maids, defiled even in death.
From that moment, the hatred ignited between them.
For decades, the Raven house mobilized elite knights on every tip-off, playing endless cat-and-mouse.
Heinkel finally broke, vowing to hit Sword Master and return for revenge as he forced the border into Luminus Kingdom.
And the Sword Master he'd clashed with then? Vengeance-fueled Rian—now Count Raven, having inherited the title.
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And now
"Hoo....... How the hell did you get here so fast?"
Heinkel hadn't seen it coming at all.
He'd figured Lucea Count's liege, Duke Trisioum—a Sword User—might lead elite knights, team up with the mercenaries, and buy time until the kingdom's Sword Master arrived.
"Didn't know? To snag you, we installed direct teleport gates linking straight to every duchy in Luminus Kingdom.
Sword Master asked nicely, and they obliged. Oh, right—you're a fake, so you can't, huh?"
Truth was, erecting and running a teleport gate guzzled fortunes. You needed top-tier mages and heaps of the ultra-rare mithril—way beyond mere cash.
Not even the kingdom could swing it.
But Count Raven's obsession wouldn't quit. He drained the family coffers, took insane commissions for funds, and got them built.
Even abroad, despite his words—he'd gone personally, begging on his knees till they caved.
And now? He put it to perfect use: word came in, he ported to the nearest Trisioum Duchy, then flogged his horse straight here.
Unaware, Heinkel bristled at the Sword Master's taunt.
"Grrrrr....... That....... Murderous bastard......"
Heinkel's teeth ground audibly.
He looked ready to lunge any second, but
"(Master, fighting here puts us at a disadvantage, right?)"
Charlotte's whisper cooled him off for the moment.
"Huu....... Fine, Rian. Long time no see—happy reunion and all, but bad timing......"
As he said it, he smacked Charlotte's rear with a few sharp slaps.
"Eek!"
"Y'see, I'm a busy man~"
Heinkel knew a fight here spelled doom.
One Sword Master was tough enough solo—add the knights and mercs? Forget it.
And oddly, he spared a thought for Charlotte.
Brawling now meant sending her back to the brothel, right?
Couldn't do that to the girl dreaming of freedom. So they bolted for the opposite gate.
And it worked like a charm: nobody but Rian could keep pace.
Heinkel rocketed straight down the gate-linked boulevard like a madman.
Stalls and bystanders flew from the shockwave; the road turned to rubble.
Sword Master Rian charged after, blasting Lucea's central thoroughfare wide open like a comet's wake.
"Kyaaaaaah!"
Clinging to Heinkel's shoulder, Charlotte was in hell.
Too damn fast to even breathe.
And he bulldozed walls and obstacles without dodging—
Her butt and thighs shredded with cuts in seconds.
Worse, slung backward, she had a front-row view of pursuing Rian.
Yellow killer's glare blazing murder, thudding closer with each boom. The bag over his head? Long gone.
Even the occasional eye-contact emoji terrified her.
And sure enough, she lost it.
Not just fear—Heinkel's shoulder kept jabbing her bladder.
-Pssshhhhhhh......
"Hnnnngh....... Fuckin' asshole......"
Furious despite the terror, pissed-off Charlotte channeled mana into her tiny knife and hurled it.
"Just die already!!!!"
Ting!
As if a mere Mana User like Charlotte could infuse mana.
She'd just chucked it. Zero effect.
"Hwaaaang!"
Charlotte's taunt pulled mad aggro.
Now he zeroed in on her alone.