Chapter 204
Chapter 204
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 204
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Swordmaster in a Count's Family
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"You bitches... No way. Did the Tevra lord send you?"
The Senif Trading Company he ran had bought grudges from several parties. But none of them had the capacity to send such skilled operatives.
What flashed through Holf's mind was what he'd done recently. Using his connections to suppress the rapidly growing Korea Trading Company in Tevra territory.
It had been a joint effort with other companies, but Holf's Senif Trading Company had taken the lead in targeting Korea Trading.
"......"
Yuria said nothing, just stared down at Holf. A chill ran down his spine at her inorganic blue eyes.
Holf realized he'd hit the mark. He was greedy, but no fool. If he were, he never could have built up Senif Trading.
Everyone who mattered knew the Tevra lord backed Korea Trading. Rumors even said he'd personally bestowed the name "Korea."
"That Tevra bastard crossed the line! Count Slawed will judge you and that whelp—send you both to the guillotine!"
"The one who crossed the line is you."
The shadows writhed. They moved like living liquid, wrapping around Holf's body.
"Wh-what is this?! Let go!"
Holf thrashed. With no arms or legs, there was nothing he could do.
At first, it was nothing. Like wearing tight clothes. But the black shadows began slowly constricting his body.
"Aaaargh!"
Holf screamed soon enough. His body felt like it would burst, yet it held, prolonging his agony.
After tormenting him for over five minutes, Yuria flicked her hand. The shadows shrank, compressing Holf's fat bulk. It was his end.
As the shadows receded, a compressed lump of flesh, organs, and blood spilled out, forming a puddle.
"Chesi. Sorry for stealing your fun."
"......No. Doesn't matter. Butchering that pig wasn't high on my list anyway. If the maid captain could vent on him... that's enough."
Chesi sheathed her greatsword on her back and turned.
"Where are you going?"
Yuria asked her.
"Mission's done. Back to the mansion."
"The mission isn't over yet."
"......Another one? I didn't hear about that."
"We take what's ours. Everything here belongs to Master."
"......You want me stripping corpses and looting pockets?"
"No need to go that far. Just collect their armor and swords. Master said iron's value will skyrocket soon."
"......Got it. That all?"
"Yes. Gather the iron and bring it to me."
Chesi moved. She stripped armor and weapons from the fallen mercenaries.
"Money pouches too. Maid captain! Can I keep the cash?"
Since mercenaries rarely carried much, Yuria nodded.
"Fine. ......Short on pay?"
"Nah. Master pays plenty. But more money's always better."
As Chesi rifled through the dead, Yuria inspected the carriages.
Luxuries like jewels and art, plus hides and food. Yuria checked everything and stored it in her shadow.
Then she spotted a box deep in one carriage. Unlike the others, it was ornate, wrapped in cloth—likely a gift.
‘This is...’
Familiar items.
Goods from Korea Trading. Or more precisely, things Sung Yu-jin had brought from the real world.
Pepper and spices, sugar, salt, canned tuna. White paper, plastic toothbrushes, cola too.
Hoarding seemed unlikely. Korea Trading supplied steadily.
So personal use or a gift.
To Count Slawed? Would he even like it?
Another name surfaced in Yuria's mind.
‘...Metis Magic Tower.’
The tower in Slawed City.
Senif Trading bought salt, fish jerky, and preserved seafood from Metis—kept fresh by magic—and sold it elsewhere.
High chance Metis had ordered Holf to procure Korea Trading goods. They'd want to analyze the hot items.
Yuria thought briefly, then stowed the box in her shadow.
"Maid captain! What about the horses? They're valuable—take 'em?"
Chesi's husky voice rang out.
Yuria stepped out and told her.
"Horses could lead them back to us. Kill them all."
With everything secured, Yuria erased their traces and returned to the Tevra mansion with Amanda and Chesi.
"Haa... Haat... Ungh!"
I pinned the muscular Chesi beneath me on the bed, thrusting my hips. My right hand stroked her washboard abs. Her daily hardcore training made her pussy grip me tight.
"......Successfully eliminated Holf, owner of Senif Trading."
Yuria reported this morning's events flatly from beside the bed.
I listened to her report while pounding into Chesi's pussy.
"Not just Count Slawed—Metis Magic Tower's involved too?"
"No hard proof, but likely."
"Haak! Haaaa! Haaang!"
I gripped Chesi's twitching hips and came, then pulled out. My semen poured from her hairless, pristine pussy.
Slap!
I smacked Chesi's firm ass, sat on the bed's edge, and chugged the cold water Yuria handed me.
"Kuh. Nothing beats cold water after sex."
Cooled down, I asked Yuria.
"Bunch of meddlers. Assassinating the Metis tower master'd be tough, right?"
"Yes. Count Slawed's boosted city guards. I could do it, but it'd provoke him."
If Slawed went all-out, it'd be trouble for us. I shelved the assassination. Priority was growing Korea Trading.
"The ones targeting Korea Trading?"
"This warning hit home. They'll stay quiet for now."
"Good. Relieved to hear it."
I stood, draped an arm over Yuria's shoulder.
"Heading to the bath. Join me, Yuria?"
"Gladly. I'll wash you, Master."
"Then I'll wash you. Like old times. Been a while—looking forward to it."
In Metis Magic Tower's conference room, tower master Mobit and the mages had gathered.
Mobit stroked his chest-length white beard, eyeing dozens of items on the table.
All from Korea Trading. Identical goods sourced through various companies.
"Analyses are useless. Nothing substantial on any of them."
Mages exchanged uneasy glances at Mobit's mutter. Vice tower master Haljid spoke up—he was the only one who could speak freely to Mobit here.
"Tower master. We analyzed thoroughly. But their origins are a complete mystery. Cola, coffee—these foods never existed in this world."
Mobit reached for a transparent bottle of black liquid—cola. The bottle was odd too. Not glass, yet clear inside; dented under pressure but didn't shatter.
"What magic made this bottle?"
"......No magic traces. Probably not magic."
"Not magic? Then what? Plastic, you said?"
"Unknown. Plastic doesn't exist here."
"Doesn't exist in this world? Bullshit! It's right in front of me! It's not nonexistent—you just can't find it! And you call yourselves mages?!"
The room tensed at Mobit's shout.
"......Sorry, tower master."
Mobit closed then opened his eyes.
"Sorry, Haljid. Lost my temper. Old age makes control hard. Forgive me."
"No issue."
"What about these 'cans'?"
"Consulted a top alchemist. Similar to bauxite ore."
"Bauxite price?"
"......Rare mineral. Near 6 million ner per kg."
"Using that for drink containers?"
Haljid avoided Mobit's gaze. It sounded absurd to him too.
"Korea Trading must have an alchemy secret."
"Heh... Really? What about the salt?"
Salt intel mattered most. It was a key Metis product. They turned seawater to salt cheaper than rock salt mines. Still pricey for commoners, though.
Yet Korea Trading sold even cheaper salt. Low quality? No—purer, tastier.
"Not magic-made. No mana traces."
"Rock salt?"
"Sea salt."
"Tevra salt flats?"
"None. Not local sea salt either."
"What do you know, then?"
"......Apologies. We'll analyze deeper. Just need time..."
"Enough. It'll take months at this rate. Better meet Korea Trading's owner... No, the Tevra lord who 'developed' these."
Haljid panicked.
"Tower master! Count Slawed might misunderstand."
Mobit smirked.
"Haljid, you're confused. Slawed isn't our boss. Just a business partner."
"You can't mean... abandoning Slawed City?"
"Abandon? Was it ever ours? We're here for profit. If Tevra pays better, we go there. Remember, Haljid—we're Metis mages, not Slawed's underlings!"
"...Yes. I won't forget."
"Master. Letter from Metis Magic Tower."
"Letter?"
I took the envelope from Yuria, tore it open. Skimmed the neat script.
My face soured quickly.
"Fuck. Wordy as hell. Can't this guy summarize?"
More fluff than substance—20% point, 80% bullshit. Noble etiquette. Local nobles stuff letters with flowery crap.
I tossed it on the table.
"Master. May I read it?"
"Yeah. Go ahead."
"Thank you."
Yuria scanned the three-plus pages in under ten seconds, then folded it.
"Metis tower master wants to meet you. Shall I schedule?"
"Nah. No interest in that geezer. Tell him to fuck off."
"I'll write the refusal."
I nodded vaguely.
Towers chase profit—their angle was obvious. Maybe later, but not now.
"More importantly, Kyle got into Goldway Academy?"
"Yes. As a special student in the swordsmanship department."
"Kukuku. Finally. Yuria, we're going to Goldway Academy."
"Yes. I'll arrange the ship."
A thick smile spread across my face.
Time to steal the original heroines' fateful encounters.