Chapter 216
Chapter 216
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 216
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in the Count's Family
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“It's not about the books. Chairman… do you know anything about demons?”
I planned to use demons as an excuse, just like with Floyd, to increase my time spent with her and seek her cooperation. But I couldn't ask for it outright right now.
'There aren't many scenes with the chairman in the original story, so I don't know her personality exactly… but she might turn the academy upside down searching for a demon on her own.'
So, for now, I'd just drop a little bait about demons. Then, at the right moment, I'd ask for her help.
'Until then, I can use the books as an excuse to meet up.'
Keep meeting, and the Lucky Pervert Talisman would eventually work its magic.
“Demons? There's no student at the academy who doesn't know about demons.”
Basic knowledge about demons was taught at the academy.
“I transferred in recently, so I don't know much about demons. If it's all right with you, I'd like to learn some information about them.”
“Information on demons… The professors would be more of an expert on that than me.”
“…Understood. I'll ask the professors, then. But are there no rumors about demons at the academy?”
“I hear whispers now and then about ghosts in the women's bathroom, but nothing about demons. If a rumor like that got out, the professors would have investigated immediately.”
“Because demons are that dangerous?”
“You know it well. Why are you asking about demons?”
“I'm planning my next novel around demons.”
“Here's some advice. Avoid writing novels involving demons if possible. And if you must, don't glorify them.”
“It's just a novel.”
“Even if it's just a novel, people with knowledge about demons will feel offended and worried. And those with extreme views might brand you a heretic.”
“What about a novel where they hunt demons?”
“That should be fine. There are a few similar ones out there if you look.”
I sat back on the sofa and smacked my lips.
Unlike Floyd, Melissa was reacting sensitively to demons. Maintaining a cooperative relationship like with him wouldn't be easy.
'The moment she hears me say there's a demon, she'll report it to the professors and mobilize people for a full-scale search. Better to hold off on mentioning demons for now.'
Fortunately, I had novels as a conversation topic.
The door burst open, and Nella came in with my pants.
“Sorry. I'll wash these and return them tomorrow, so please wear these for today.”
“It's fine. My dorm has maids. I'll return the ones you brought tomorrow.”
After that, I chatted with Melissa about books and headed back to my dorm.
She said she could produce about 100 copies in two days.
A few days passed.
It was enough time for the novels to spread throughout the academy, and now I was a genius inventor turned genius author.
'Though I didn't invent or write any of it myself.'
No guilt. This wasn't reality—it was just a game world. I wouldn't feel remorse for killing or raping here, so feeling bad about this would be weirder.
The change afterward was that I joined the student council.
Meeting Melissa daily over book matters brought us closer. She suggested I help with student council work while at the academy, since I wasn't in any clubs.
'She probably heard the rumor about me being an inspector and wants to keep me close to watch me.'
I accepted. I wanted to get closer to Melissa.
In the meantime, the Lucky Pervert Talisman triggered a naughty incident, but it only ended at physical contact.
'Melissa keeps a certain distance from me. Situations for anything lewd just don't arise. She's an iron wall. A total iron maiden.'
The talisman's lewd events stem from accidental mishaps. If the situation isn't right or the woman is on guard, the chances drop drastically.
That's why nothing ever happened with Yuria.
'Except when we're having sex, she's always on guard around me.'
For the talisman to work, the woman needs to let her guard down, or have some physical issue like Floyd.
“Chairman. I went to the Spirit Research Club. There was an issue during their spirit summoning experiment… Chairman?”
I stared at Melissa, sitting alone in the student council room. She was slumped back in her chair, which was unusual for her—she always sat ramrod straight.
“…You're back. If it was nothing serious, head back to your dorm.”
“I was just about to. You don't look well, Chairman.”
“I pulled an all-nighter on my graduation project yesterday. I'm just off today because of it.”
“Graduation project? You've still got months until graduation. Starting already?”
“That's how I am. I finish what I can early, and once I start something, I don't stop until I'm satisfied.”
“You must be exhausting to be around, Chairman.”
“Can't deny that.”
I approached Melissa.
This was my chance. Being off her game meant she wasn't as vigilant as usual.
“How's the novel I gave you coming along as a book?”
“You mean The Call of Cthulhu. It's coming along well again, so no worries. Though I didn't quite get what a magic train is.”
“That's why I added illustrations this time.”
“No idea who drew them, but they were impressive.”
“The illustrator didn't want their identity revealed.”
Those illustrations were just copied from the internet. I didn't even know the original artist.
“…Do you have something to say to me?”
Melissa spoke as I drew near.
“You look worn out, so let me walk you back to your dorm.”
“No need. I'm just not at my best—still can walk and run fine.”
“I don't believe you. Stand up and prove it.”
“…Hah. Can't even get mad since you're worried. See? Perfectly fine.”
Melissa shook her deep blue hair as she rose from the chair. At 175cm, she was tall for a woman.
“You look fine.”
“Told you—no issues moving.”
The moment Melissa tried to sit back down, her leg caught on the chair leg, and she toppled toward me.
'Finally! I've been waiting!'
I feigned surprise and waited. As Melissa fell into me, I toppled backward weakly too.
Thud!
My head hit the floor hard, but that wasn't important now—I endured the pain.
“Mm?!”
Melissa's lips crashed into mine. Hers were slightly parted. Pretending shock, I slipped my tongue in.
My tongue successfully entered her mouth. Startled, she pushed herself up. A bit of her saliva coated my tongue.
Melissa sprang to her feet in shock.
“Th-this was an accident! My leg got caught—couldn't help it!”
Her face flushed red as she flailed her hands and rapid-fired her words.
“I know. Anyone could see it was an accident. Was this your first kiss, by any chance?”
Unlike her, I was calm. Too much experience to panic over a mere kiss.
“…Don't tell anyone about this. It won't end well for either of us if word gets out.”
Melissa tried to intimidate me. I'd researched her beforehand, so I knew why.
She was nobility from the Cobalt Kingdom, valuing women's purity and chastity highly.
Not just any noble—the eldest daughter of the Arhen Ducal House.
If this got out, she'd face family reprimands and finger-pointing from other nobles.
“I keep my mouth shut. No—I'll forget it ever happened.”
“…I'll trust you.”
Melissa stood and prepared to leave. I gulped dryly, eyeing her ample chest.
'Just a kiss for now, huh. Long road ahead.'
How to break down that iron wall?
It was a day filled with deep worries.
Deep into the night.
Yuria slipped out of her dorm. Moving via shadows, her steps were quieter and stealthier than a cat's.
Her destination: the Magic Department. At Yujin's request, to set a trap luring the demon. Not to catch it, but to uncover its identity.
Heading to Magic made sense—the demon was likely there.
“Thief or maid? Did your crazy master send you?”
The moment she entered a facility in the Magic Department, a tall blue-haired woman—Priscilla—stood with arms crossed, leaning against the wall, eyeing Yuria.
Yuria tensed. Yujin had told her about this woman.
Ancient Blue Dragon. A being at the Grand Archmage realm.
Yuria, not even an Aura Master, felt overwhelming pressure just facing her.
“My master isn't crazy.”
“You seem crazy too. Crazies never know they're crazy.”
Yuria met Priscilla's gaze squarely. No sense of impending battle—Priscilla lacked fighting spirit.
“…Do you need something from me?”
“Curious about what you're carrying that reeks of displeasure. Where'd you get it?”
Yuria glanced at her left hand. A transparent vial with black powder inside. Impure mana.
“I made it myself.”
“Made it yourself? Talented. Learned from someone?”
“Self-taught.”
“A genius, then. What's the purpose here?”
“Bait. To draw out the demon hiding in the academy.”
“A demon?”
“That's what my master believes.”
Priscilla narrowed her eyes at Yuria.
“…Hard to believe. But if a demon's here undetected by me… it must specialize in hiding. Demons like impure mana, but higher ones show restraint. Your master's plan won't work.”
“Then how do we lure it out?”
“Clever girl. Figure it out yourselves. Why should I tell you? Besides, I don't buy your story.”
“Understood.”
Yuria tried to pass her, but Priscilla's aura pinned her in place.
“…Still have business with me?”
“Hand over that impure mana. Perfect for my research—I'll take it.”
Yuria hesitated, then tossed the vial to Priscilla. She had spares in her shadow subspace, but pulling one out would mean instant seizure.
“Why does a being like you linger at the academy?”
“You vaguely guessed my identity? Sharp. Why I'm here… do you need to know?”
Priscilla seemed unwilling to say. Yuria accepted it.
Everyone knew dragons had prickly personalities.
“No interest in eliminating the hidden demon?”
“Demons are cockroaches to me. I'll kill if I see one, but no need to hunt invisible ones.”
Dragons hating demons was famous, but it varied. Some went berserk at the sight; others, like Priscilla, ignored them if unseen.
“Don't stir up the academy needlessly. Go home.”
“…Yes. I'll head back tonight.”
“Hah. You really believe a demon's hiding?”
“If master says it is, then it is.”
“Master and servant, both…”
Priscilla clicked her tongue and vanished.
Yuria confirmed her presence gone, then returned to her dorm.