Chapter 244
Chapter 244
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 244
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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“It feels like you just got here... but you're already heading back.”
Kyle spoke in front of the departing carriage. He gazed at me and Yuria with a wistful look in his eyes.
“I'm the lord of Tebra. I can't stay at the academy forever.”
There were no regrets.
Originally, Kyle was the one meant to claim that grimoire, but Yuria had snatched it instead—and I'd bedded the dragon along with all the academy's beauties.
'Though I couldn't quite manage that damn red twintailed bitch...'
Conquering Melissa had taken more time than expected. I could've forced her if I wanted, but... Priscilla's watchful eyes were on me. She seemed to care for her disciple, after all.
'I can always do her later. Shanelle will fall harder for Kyle as time goes on. Might be fun to take her right when she's about to confess to him. Heh heh heh.'
Kyle would be leaving the academy soon himself. He'd head to that island, discover the opportunity left by some aura master, and grow even stronger.
I planned to let him have that opportunity. He needed to get strong enough to be useful, after all.
“Bro, I'm heading out. Take care. I'll let Mom know you're doing well.”
“Yeah. You too. Especially with that heart condition of yours... Be careful with everything. If anything happens, just send word. I'll come running.”
“Thanks, bro. Just saying it means a lot.”
“Yuria...”
Kyle looked at Yuria, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
“...Stay healthy. Take good care of Yujin.”
“Yes. Serving my master is my duty, so please don't worry. I hope Young Master Kyle remains healthy as well.”
We climbed into the carriage.
Unlike the trip to the academy, we now had one extra person. Floyd. She had sworn to become my knight.
“Are you sure it's okay to leave like this? You've worked at the academy for quite a while.”
“It's fine, my lord. I've been sorting out my attachment to the academy for the past month. And I'm quite disappointed in Goldway Academy for failing to handle this incident properly. I have no intention of returning.”
The academy hadn't taken any aggressive action even after the devil's assault—they just kept insisting Goldway Academy was safe and carried on as usual. They seemed to be doing something behind the scenes, but it wasn't inspiring any trust.
And Bezel had a bounty on his head now that his devil contract was exposed. Over ten billion. With crimes like his, wanted posters would spread across the entire continent. He wouldn't be able to operate openly anymore.
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When we arrived at the port, a woman with navy-blue hair—Melissa—was waiting for us. She wasn't in her uniform but in the clean clothes worn by wealthy commoners. A large bag sat behind her.
“Melissa. Your presence here means you've chosen to follow me, right?”
“Chosen...? Can this even be called a choice? My life is as good as ruined because of you.”
Melissa glared at me. But there was no real malice in her eyes.
“The crown prince will reach the Arhen Ducal House soon. He'll tell my father he suspects some impure relationship between you and me. I'll be summoned by the family, and they'll check my virginity.”
Virginity check.
It wasn't some crude inspection of the hymen by spreading the legs. This world had magic, after all—a mystical power that could discern purity. Of course, it wasn't foolproof. You could deceive it if you knew how.
But if the Arhen Ducal House was doing the checking, deception was next to impossible.
“If they find out I've lost my purity, my father will shove me into a temple, marry me off to some old noble, or maybe even confine me in the estate. Anything's better than that life. Following you is far preferable.”
I grinned.
In truth, I'd known she would come.
The moment I'd fucked her right in front of Crown Prince Dulibard, Lady Melissa's life was over. She had only two paths to freedom: follow me, or wander the world as a fugitive.
For a delicately raised noble lady like Melissa, abandoning everything to roam the world wasn't an easy choice. And above all, she couldn't forget the taste of my cock. I'd trained her that thoroughly.
“Melissa, you're welcome here.”
“...Hah. How did I end up tangled with a guy like you...”
Melissa sighed in lament. But a closer look at her face revealed a smile.
The Arhen Ducal House—one of the continent's most prestigious families—must have placed enormous expectations and restrictions on her. Probably even more than I'd imagined.
“Melissa, you'd look great in a maid outfit.”
“Maid...? I thought I'd become a knight, like Professor Floyd.”
“No. Maid suits you perfectly.”
“...If you say so, I suppose I can't complain. Is 'Master' the right way to address you?”
“Perfect. It fits your sow origins. That's an order—lift your skirt.”
“H-here?”
Melissa panicked.
This was the port. Sailors bustled around, going about their work. Our group consisted entirely of beauties except for me, so plenty of them were stealing glances.
“That's an order.”
I repeated myself. Melissa's face flushed red as she gripped the hem of her skirt. Then she yanked it up.
She wasn't wearing panties.
Her smooth lower abdomen and thighs were covered in lewd graffiti: 'Noble Whore Cunt', 'A+ Sow', and more. Her navy-blue pubic hair was tied into a little ponytail with a hair tie. And the crowning touch—a dildo buried deep in her pussy. Her juices dripped down it, plopping onto the ground.
“Perfect as always, Melissa!”
“Nngh... ugh... It's embarrassing. Please stop now...”
“Your words say one thing, but your pussy's getting even wetter. Everyone's staring. Oh, that guy's got a boner. Heh.”
“......Nnh.”
“I'd love to pound that pussy right here... but we have a ship to board. You can lower your skirt now.”
“Huu...”
She quickly dropped her skirt. But her flushed face didn't recover anytime soon. The people around were still watching her.
“......Nngh. M-Master. I have a pet... Can I bring it along?”
“A pet?”
Melissa untied the strap on her large bag and pulled something out.
“Mmph!”
She crawled out on all fours—naked, with a ball gag, leather stockings, and gloves. Her black-green bobbed hair marked her as Nella, the academy student council treasurer. She even had a dog collar on, with the leash naturally in Melissa's hand.
All eyes turned to Nella. I could feel the shock from those who recognized her.
I was a little dumbfounded.
“What? You still have that thing?”
I'd stopped paying attention to Nella at some point. I knew Melissa had kept her around, but I'd assumed she'd let her go eventually. Melissa was the merciful type, and Nella wasn't dumb enough to blab everywhere.
“She's pretty cute like this. Come here.”
“Mmph...! Mmph!”
Melissa tugged the leash, and Nella crawled forward. Melissa reached for Nella's ass. A tail-equipped anal plug was stuffed in her asshole, and a thick dildo filled her pussy. All gifts from me.
“Hnnngh! Mmph! Hnngh!”
Melissa grabbed the dildo with one hand and shook it roughly. Nella thrashed her head wildly, but Melissa didn't stop.
“I don't really like pets... but hm. I'll make an exception for this one. Looks fun. Just make sure you manage her properly.”
I had no intention of making Nella a maid. Maids needed a baseline of beauty, and Nella fell short there. Her looks were just a step above average.
“Don't worry. She's obedient. I've even potty-trained her properly, so she won't cause any trouble.”
“...Uh. Alright.”
We boarded the ship.
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“Dulibard, your complexion has been poor lately. Is something weighing heavily on you?”
The king of the Cobalt Kingdom asked his son, Crown Prince Dulibard. The prince had been listless ever since returning to the kingdom.
It wasn't just because of the monster ambush on the way back to the palace, where he'd lost his escort knights. Dulibard wasn't the type to dwell on something like that.
“...No, Father. I'm fine.”
“You don't look fine at all. Is it about the Arhen lady?”
“I've forgotten about a woman like that.”
Lady Melissa of Arhen had caught the eye of a noble from Rapelli Kingdom and eloped with him.
Duke Arhen had been furious and tried to dispatch knights, but the noble turned out to be from the Prukus family—known as the Sword of Rapelli.
The Prukus family, a bulwark of Rapelli Kingdom, was notoriously stubborn with foreigners. Duke Arhen couldn't easily send knights without risking war.
In the end, he'd abandoned Melissa, publicly declaring she was no longer his child.
Unofficially, no one knew what Duke Arhen might do.
“I'm worried about you. What if my successor falls ill? Tell your father your troubles.”
“......”
Dulibard stared at the king for a long moment before finally speaking.
“Father, I've suffered an unforgettable humiliation. I still see it every time I close my eyes. To shake it off... I need power.”
“Dulibard, you are the crown prince. You command people. Can't you just use your loyal knights to repay that humiliation?”
“I want to avenge it with my own hands! Anything less is meaningless! And for that... I need overwhelming power.”
Dulibard's voice rose. It carried fury and hatred.
The king sighed at his son's demeanor. This wouldn't do. If he handed over the throne without resolving that inner rage... Dulibard would almost certainly become a tyrant.
The current state of the continent wasn't favorable. Signs of war loomed. Cobalt Kingdom needed a wise king, not a tyrant—it was too weak to bear one.
“My son... Our Cobalt royal line has a secret.”
“......I know. You said you'd tell me on the day I ascend the throne.”
“Yes. But seeing you now... that day might never come.”
“Father?! You don't mean...!”
“No. Calm down and listen. I'll reveal the secret now. Our first king was a dragon.”
“...What?”
Dulibard was stunned. It was the last thing he'd expected.
“That one was a Red Dragon, infamous for its ferocity. The deep red hair you and I share is proof.”
“D-Dragon? Does that mean we're not human, but Draconians?!”
“We are ordinary humans until the dragon blood awakens. And we can awaken it through a ritual.”
The king's pupils turned reptilian. Scales sprouted on his hands and face. Something bulged on his back. Beneath those voluminous robes hid folded wings.
Dulibard felt not fear, but excitement. A dragon—the mighty being. The thought that such immense power lay within him filled him with great joy.
“However, if gripped by deep rage... you might awaken naturally, without the ritual. That's how you seem right now.”
“......Isn't awakening a good thing?”
“We are not dragons. Never make that mistake. Rage-induced awakening has a high chance of failure. If it fails... you'll likely become a drake—a mindless monster, neither human nor true dragon.”
“You've always told us to control our anger. That was...”
“Yes. To prevent awakening.”
“The ritual! With the ritual, I can awaken fully! Perform the awakening ritual on me, Father!”
“...The ritual suppresses the dragon blood while drawing it out. Its purpose is to block rage-induced awakenings afterward.”
“......No.”
“Indeed. The ritual awakening won't grant the dragon power you desire.”
“......!”
Dulibard squeezed his eyes shut. Then, as if resolved, he snapped them open.
“I'll do the rage awakening! I'll definitely obtain the dragon's power!”
“Wait. Your reason is clouded by anger. Did I ever say there was no way? That one could awaken you fully. Go and ask him.”
“That one... you mean?”
“Galissus Cobalt, the first king of Cobalt and our ancestor... No, the Red Dragon Leosio Krisod.”
“The Red Dragon...! Can I get his help?!”
“I have a way to contact him... I'll speak with him once. Wait calmly.”
“......Yes, Father!”
The king departed.
Dulibard clenched his fists tight.
'That humiliation and insult I felt...! I'll repay that bastard tenfold!'
Dulibard's shadow rippled faintly.
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