Chapter 208
Chapter 208
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 208
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Count's Plum Blossom Sword Guard
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"By the way, Eugene. If you're here... does that mean Yuria came with you?"
It was unexpected for him to ask about Yuria.
I'd known for a long time that Kyle had some feelings for her, but I hadn't realized those feelings were still lingering.
No. Knowing Kyle, he might not even have noticed his own feelings for Yuria all this time.
This guy's the typical protagonist—hopelessly dense when it comes to romance.
"She came with me. Yuria's my exclusive maid. She's also acting as the head maid overseeing the estate right now."
"It's been months since that day... You've grown, so Yuria must have changed too."
"You think so? She doesn't seem that different."
I stroked my chin, thinking back to the old Yuria. Aside from her height, breasts, and hips filling out a bit more, there hadn't been much change.
"It's been a while, so want to go see her? She's probably at the dorm."
I figured Kyle would turn me down, but...
"...Sure, why not?"
Kyle's eyes were sparkling. He might like Yuria even more than I'd thought.
Hmm. Wonder if he'd still feel that way if he knew she clings to me every day? Now I'm curious.
Part of me wanted to tell him right then who Yuria really belonged to, but Kyle was useful in all sorts of ways. I needed to keep him close for at least a few years.
"Yuria will be thrilled. Bro, let's go after class."
I flashed a friendly smile.
???
The Swordsmanship Department was mostly guys. Sure, there were a few girls—two or three at most. The second-year Swordsmanship Department had zero.
The gender ratio's worse than some engineering departments.
I clicked my tongue and scanned the girls in Swordsmanship. There were two in the fourth year.
Bust.
They were total busts. Sturdy builds, rugged faces. More tough than beautiful—not my type. They got along with the other guys like one of the bros.
Whatever. My target's in the Magic Department anyway.
The heroine from the original story was in Magic.
Oh. That one's not bad.
I eyed a woman entering the Swordsmanship Department. She looked mid-to-late twenties, not in uniform, so probably a professor.
Her brown hair was tied back in a ponytail, and she wore a large eyepatch covering her left eye and part of her cheek.
She had on a blue blouse under a white coat, with practical pants below. She clearly worked out—her toned body showed through her clothes.
What really caught my eye was her D-cup bust, jutting out prominently from her slim waist.
"You're the transfer student starting today?"
She spotted me and spoke in a curt tone.
"Yes. Eugene Prukus. Nice to meet you."
"I'm Floy Lambreida. I handle one-handed swordsmanship."
Floy fired off a few questions—mostly about my skills and swordsmanship. I answered with a mix of truth and lies.
"Mana User, top tier... Impressive level for your age."
She gave a short comment and started class.
Unlike Magic, Swordsmanship was 10% theory and 90% practice. By coincidence, today was a theory day since I'd just transferred in.
"Preliminaries for the tournament in two weeks. Your results count toward promotion exams, so start preparing now."
Floy gave us that advice at the end of class.
Tournament... The one from the original story.
The preliminaries and main event were totally different. I planned to enter, of course. In the original, this event got Kyle closer to the heroine. To steal her, I had to compete and sabotage him.
"Eugene Prukus."
Her casual tone didn't bother me. Professors all held at least baronet rank.
"Yes."
"I need to gauge your exact skill level. Come find me later."
"I just got here, so I've got a lot to handle. How about in three days?"
"Fine."
Floy left with a blunt reply. I swallowed hard watching her ripe ass sway.
Damn, what a backside. Gonna pound you doggy-style like a bitch.
The question was how.
Goldway Academy professor—Expert Intermediate at minimum. Rape was out; I'd be the one getting wrecked.
Slow seduction? With her personality, one or two months might not cut it...
I pondered.
???
"Kyle, bro. Before the dorm, mind showing me around Magic too?"
"Magic...? Why?"
To check out the original heroine, obviously. No moves yet, but I wanted to see her face.
"You know who I am. It's for scouting. Hard to tour Magic?"
"Not hard, but Swordsmanship and Magic don't get along. Still, rumors about you have spread there too... might be fine."
We headed to Magic.
Not far. North side Swordsmanship, south Magic. Dorms were shared regardless of department.
Sniff sniff.
Imagination? Magic smells better.
Not imagination.
Magic had way more girls, so the air felt different.
If I could only use magic, I'd have picked Magic too...
Magic students buzzed, staring at me and Kyle. He'd only been a special cadet for a month-plus, but his name was already everywhere.
"This is the combat training room. Shared by Swordsmanship and Magic. And over there..."
I trailed Kyle, peeking around.
Where's the heroine? She should show up.
Kyle was the protagonist. Heroines appeared wherever he went.
And sure enough, she did.
"Hold it. Kyle! Don't wander Magic like you own the place just 'cause you're from Swordsmanship!"
A girl appeared in the Magic uniform topped with a short black robe.
Her fiery red hair was in twin tails. Upturned eyes like rubies. Pale skin.
About 150cm, looked way younger than me. Actually Kyle's age.
Sharnel Gurcida, one of the five original heroines.
I sighed looking at her.
Fuck. Pretty face, but that body...
Short height, petite frame, A-cup chest.
A bit crushing. Knew she was flat, but the novel hyped her beauty, so I'd hoped...
Sharnel crossed her arms, glaring daggers.
"Showing the new transfer Eugene around the academy. Cut us some slack, Sharnel."
"Eugene Prukus."
"Sharnel Gurcida. You're that rumored transfer? Hmm. You kinda look like Kyle."
"Ha. Haha. Yeah?"
Kyle laughed awkwardly. Very guy-like; bad at lying.
Sharnel scanned me top to bottom.
"Younger than I thought. What's your business in Magic?"
Me, young? This shorty. I barely held back from flicking her red head.
"Just sightseeing. Curious what makes Magic different."
"Hmph. Everything's different from Swordsmanship. Goldway basically runs on Magic."
Hard to argue.
Goldway's fame came from its Magic grads.
"...Sharnel, isn't that a bit harsh?"
"Did I lie? Wanna argue? Tell me what Swordsmanship does for the academy!"
"Well..."
Kyle hemmed and hawed. He'd transferred mid-year; didn't know much about Swordsmanship.
"Hmph. See? Can't even refute. Sightseeing Magic? Hurry up and leave. No idea what good it'll do."
Sharnel turned to go when a woman appeared in the hall.
"What's going on in the hallway, Sharnel?"
Unlike Sharnel, she was over 180cm, F-cups, long limbs, sea-blue hair and eyes.
Trim waist, thick thighs. Right up my alley.
"M-Master! No, just chatting with some Swordsmanship guys touring."
"What business do Swordsmanship have here?"
Her blue eyes turned to Kyle and me.
She frowned slightly at me.
Sharnel's master... Priscilla Lipdas! Why's she here?!
Priscilla Lipdas.
Sharnel's master, actually an Ancient Blue Dragon in polymorph. Late-game character in the original—not expecting her at Goldway now.
And she seems wary of me. ...Did we meet somewhere?
Impossible.
I tensed a bit. Any crimes linking to Priscilla?
"Sh-Showing the new transfer Eugene around Magic."
Kyle answered. He felt her pressure too, sounding tense.
"......"
Priscilla glanced at us, then turned to Sharnel.
"Sharnel. You finished yesterday's assignment?"
"O-Of course, Master."
"To the workshop. I'll check."
They left. I sighed in relief, patting my chest. Even in human form, her presence was no joke.
"Bro, that woman seems no ordinary person... Who is she?"
"Temporary Magic professor, Priscilla Lipdas. Sharnel's master. Wandering Archmage. Uses weather magic a lot, called 'Climate Manipulator'."
"No kidding. Even the Archmage dean doesn't have that aura..."
"Rumors say she's stronger than Dean Habis."
Not rumor—fact.
Priscilla was an Ancient Blue Dragon. Grand Archmage magic, plus Dragon Tongue.
Fight her? Fucked. Need Grand Aura Master minimum to even try.
Top-tier dragon. No clue how long to beat her.
Faster to make Yuria the world's strongest. She could take Priscilla in decades.
Kyle beat a dragon late-game, so possible.
But damn, that body's hot. Wanna fuck her. Shit.
???
Toured Magic, then back to dorms with Kyle.
Yuria, Lizel, and Kelly bowed as I entered.
"Welcome back, Master... Young Master Kyle's with you. It's been a while."
Yuria greeted politely as always.
"O-Oh, yeah, long time. Yuria."
Kyle stammered, eyeing her. Confirmed it—this punk still hadn't let go of his feelings.
"Glad you're well, Young Master Kyle."
"You're the one looking good, Yuria. But calling Eugene 'Master'?"
"I swore to serve Master... Lord Eugene."
"Swore...? You two aren't just employer-employee anymore?"
"We were once. Not now."
"......"
Kyle's eyes wavered—proof his heart was in turmoil.
Lizel and Kelly sensed the weird vibe, just watching quietly.
I chuckled silently, signaling Yuria behind Kyle's back.
Thumbs between index and middle—pounding her after he leaves.
Yuria met my eyes and smiled faintly.
Kyle's tense face relaxed a bit. Misunderstanding something.