Reincarnated as the Count's Plum Blossom Swordmaster
Victory reports arrived from the army I had sent north. Starlight and the Golden Rose Knights were performing admirably. Thanks to the occasional appearances I made myself, my renown continued to spread farther and farther. The slight problem was that my notoriety was spreading right alongside it.
Starlight really does command her troops with ice-cold detachment.
My general Starlight treated soldiers as nothing more than numbers. I had no complaints—quite the opposite. I had made her my general for more than her beauty alone. Starlight prized efficiency above all else. She was the sort of commander who never considered a soldier’s personal circumstances and sought only the most efficient path to victory.
News came from the south as well.
Kyle, who had been advancing southward in an unbroken string of triumphs, had finally been forced to a halt. The wall that stopped him was the Cobalt Kingdom. He was now locked in a standoff against King Dulibard Cobalt himself, who had taken personal command of his army at the front.
People were intensely interested in that particular theater. Kyle had been the hero of the Rapheli Kingdom; Dulibard had been the hero of the Cobalt Kingdom. A clash between two heroes was bound to draw every eye.
King Dulibard vanished for a while, then reappeared as an Aura Master, didn’t he?
Kyle was publicly known to be at the peak of Aura Expert. I didn’t buy that for a second. Over the past several months he had fought battle after battle, stacking experience like crazy while winning every time. It would not have been strange at all if he had already reached Master.
Compared to the original story, he’s actually late.
That was inevitable. Most of the fortuitous encounters original-Kyle was supposed to obtain, I had already moved first to claim and handed over to Yuria. Thanks to that, Yuria had reached Master long ago… yet right now she had lost both her memories and her power.
Aura Master, huh…
My own current level was peak Aura Expert. One more step and I would stand at Aura Master. The problem was that the step was ridiculously hard. There was a reason so few Aura Masters existed.
Aura Expert was a rank anyone with decent talent and effort could reach. Aura Master required talent and effort—and a healthy dose of luck as well.
The world knows two ways to become an Aura Master. One is a sudden flash of enlightenment combined with steady training that lets you ascend naturally.
I was aiming for the first method. Unfortunately, my current lifestyle had nothing to do with steady training.
I want to become an Aura Master, sure, but I don’t want to suffer like a dog to get there.
I had Yuria. I had Melissa. I had Floy. There was no absolute need for me to become an Aura Master myself.
I set down the documents in my hand and rose from my seat. Every report that needed checking had been checked. Operations were running smoothly. The profits were a little lower than when Yuria had been handling everything, but we weren’t taking losses. The mansion had plenty of capable maids besides her.
Five in the afternoon. Almost dinner time. Maybe I’ll go see Yuria.
I headed for Yuria’s private training hall. It was located in a separate annex far from the main building so she would not be disturbed.
Clang! Clash! Clash!
When I cracked the door open, the sound of steel meeting steel reached my ears. I looked toward the center of the spacious hall. Yuria and Melissa, both in maid uniforms, were locked in combat. Yuria’s dagger and Melissa’s longsword crossed again and again while mana swirled around them and spells flared to life.
Melissa’s fireball was swallowed by Yuria’s shadow; a blade of shadow rebounded off Melissa’s barrier.
They’re really going at it.
Both of them were magic swordsmen—fighters who wielded blade and spell at once. Their rank was peak Expert.
The surprising one is Yuria. When she first lost her memories she was only low Expert. To climb all the way to peak Expert in less than a year…
Her opponent was Yuria. Given that she possessed the most incomprehensible talent in the entire setting, it made sense. Anyone else would have called it impossible.
She lost her memories, but her body still remembers?
I shook my head.
The relic trial had not merely stripped Yuria of her memories. She had also lost the formidable physical prowess of an Aura Master.
The real issue is reaching Master. That isn’t something simple training can achieve.
I wasn’t worried. Yuria was Yuria. It would not have been strange if she attained enlightenment tomorrow, rose to Master, and recovered her memories all at once.
“……Master?”
“Whoops. Looks like I broke the flow.”
The two of them stopped fighting and looked at me. I grinned and walked closer. Both were soaked in sweat; their maid uniforms looked damp. At least Melissa, wearing the miniskirt version, seemed a little cooler.
Melissa checked the clock on the wall and her expression hardened.
“Already five o’clock? Time got away from me more than I thought. Master, Chief Maid—I have business, so I’ll take my leave first. …Amanda is going to give me an earful again.”
Melissa let out a small sigh and left. Outwardly she looked composed, but her steps were extremely quick.
I couldn’t stop her. The business she mentioned was work I myself had ordered.
Assassination of Viscount Brutin, right.
I was quietly eliminating people I disliked or who had become inconvenient. With a full-scale war raging, I could move boldly. People would first assume some assassin from the enemy nation had done the deed.
I approached Yuria and summoned a cold bottle of water.
“Husband…. What brings you here?”
Yuria asked with a faint smile.
“I just wanted to see you.”
At my answer the smile on her lips deepened.
I twisted the cap off the bottle and held it to her pink lips. Yuria drank from it with familiar ease. Gulp, gulp. Her throat bobbed. I watched her face up close. It was moist and glowing with sweat. She emptied the entire five-hundred-milliliter bottle in moments and let out a satisfied breath.
The heat of her body after training and her scent stirred my desire.
“You’ve been training nonstop since morning, haven’t you? Aren’t you overdoing it a little?”
“I want to regain my memories even a little faster.”
“I’ve already told you about the old days. I showed you the records too.”
“It’s still different from remembering them myself. There must be pieces missing…. I want to remember the memories I built with you with my own mind.”
“You really do say the sweetest things.”
I reached out and cupped her cheek. It was smooth and damp, still warm from the fight. I tilted her face upward. Realizing what I intended, Yuria simply closed her eyes.
Smack.
I pressed my lips to hers. They were soft and moist. I slipped my tongue into her mouth; hers answered eagerly, as if it had been waiting. After about thirty seconds I pulled away.
“Ah…”
The sound that escaped Yuria carried clear regret. She looked at me with a certain expectation. The spar with Melissa had not satisfied her hunger at all—if anything, it had only stoked her lust.
“Yuria. We’ve got a little time left… so how about a spar with me? That okay?”
“Yes. That’s fine. Then… I’ll get ready.”
Yuria answered calmly and immediately began undressing. She stripped down to nothing, underwear and all. I watched her, then removed my own clothes. Whenever the two of us trained alone, we always did it naked.
I took up my sword; Yuria gripped her dagger and settled into stance. Her full white breasts and pink nipples swayed. My gaze dropped between her thighs.
Not long ago I had grown tired of the completely bare look and told her to grow some pubic hair. That had been about a week ago, yet it had already sprouted enough to look like a soft patch of grass. It would probably feel a little prickly to the touch. Beneath it, her pink folds peeked out.
“Husband. Shall we begin?”
“Huh? Yeah.”
Yuria’s expression turned serious as she charged straight at me.
I did not rush to respond. In the time since she lost her memories I had sparred with her more than twenty times.
Her body swayed left and right and the sense of distance warped. I focused hard with both eyes. What she had used was Blue Stream of the Shadow Heaven Style. In a certain sense she handled the style better than I did.
The counter to Blue Stream is surprisingly simple.
Just get out of the spot you’re standing in. Blue Stream ultimately only deceives the eyes, so simply stepping aside is enough to break it.
Therefore, when using Blue Stream you either move at a speed too fast to dodge, or you immediately transition into the next technique.
Yuria chose the latter. Her dagger flew toward me. I knocked it upward. By the time she closed in, a fresh dagger was already in her hand—drawn from the shadows.
Without panicking I hooked her leg with my foot. Yuria hopped back once, avoiding the trip. I grinned and hurled my sword at her. Her eyes widened slightly at the unexpected move. Clash! She easily batted the flying blade aside.
Charna.
I lunged at her at once. Bare-handed, I seized her shoulder and waist and slammed her to the floor.
“Kyaaaa?!”
Yuria let out a rare scream.
…She already realized I’m just playing around, didn’t she.
The spar had somehow turned into wrestling. I clumsily applied techniques I had once seen in wrestling matches. Our bodies pressed together. A bear hug. My erect cock prodded her lower belly and thighs while my face buried itself between her breasts.
“Aah…. Ahn!”
Yuria moaned. Then, at some point, her posture collapsed and she toppled forward. The Yuria who had been in front of me hit the floor first and locked in a technique of her own. Triangle choke.
“Looks like I’ve reversed it.”
Yuria said. I couldn’t see her expression. My entire field of vision was filled with her two full breasts. If I lowered my eyes a little, her pussy came into view. Honestly it didn’t hurt. My physical ability still surpassed Yuria’s. A body that had already transcended the human limit could endure a few minutes even with the carotid arteries compressed.
And this was not a real wrestling match. I reached up and pinched her nipples, pulling hard.
“Haaaah?!”
Yuria startled and her hold broke. I did not miss the opening. I spread her legs and thrust my cock deep inside her.
“Aaaahn! Ahn! H-here… of all places…”
“Surrender and I’ll pull out.”
“N-no. I can endure this much.”
“That so? Then taste my special move—the Mating Press!”
“Haaaaaaaaah!”
I pinned her body down and drove my cock into her with everything I had. Squish, squish, squish. Lewd wet sounds rang out. Yuria’s eyes went hazy with pleasure; her tongue quivered inside her open mouth.
“You can’t beat my cock, can you? Surrender!”
“Hnnngh! I-I can’t surrender this easily… Ahn!”
Squish, squish, squish.
Her pussy clenched tight around me. I licked her throat. Yuria’s walls squeezed even harder.
“I surrender… I surrender… Uuungh! I’m so happy…!”
“I told you to surrender, so what’s with the ‘happy’?”
I chuckled and kept pounding her pussy. The spar had long since degenerated into sex. By the time I came back to my senses, more than two hours had flown by. Yuria lay spread-eagled on the floor, her body twitching intermittently. Her eyes, half-lidded and glazed, were swimming in semen.
I had won.
Eleven in the morning.
I lay in bed blinking slowly. Sleep was pulling at me, yet the thought that lunch was almost here made me reluctant to drift off. Moving, however, felt far too bothersome. So I simply kept kneading the soft breasts of Yuria, who was nestled in my arms.
“Uung… nnh…”
Yuria let out soft moans even with her eyes closed. It had been a long time since I had worked her over all night.
What should I do after lunch? Visit the Maid Academy? Or maybe get a massage in the bathhouse.
I had zero intention of working. Why should I, when I had so many capable subordinates?
“Master! Master, it’s an emergency!”
The bedroom door burst open and a female elf with shining golden hair and emerald eyes rushed in. The pointed ears peeking through her hair looked stiff with tension.
Elnoa Crepier.
She was the garden maid who tended the grounds. She was also one of the five original heroines of Kyle’s story.
“Emergency? What happened?”