Chapter 355
Chapter 355
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 355
Chapter Title: 355. Reincarnated as the Plum Sword Guard in the Count Family
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"Curiosity's got me now, Baron. What did you plan to gain in exchange for making me king?"
"One is Princess Ailin."
"Ah, that damn bitch? If handing her over lets me become king, that's dirt cheap. What's the other one?"
It was a moment that revealed exactly how Aiden viewed his own little sister.
He couldn't help but resent Princess Ailin for blocking his path to the throne. He probably believed he would already be king if not for her.
If he had the chance to kill her, he'd do it without hesitation.
"The other is obedience."
"...What?"
"Obey me. Do what I say, don't do what I forbid. Easy, right?"
"You want me to be your puppet? You're insane."
Aiden glared at me fiercely.
Even if he saw it as an insult, Aiden couldn't execute me on the spot. Not even the king could do that. I was a noble with a title. To kill me for slander, he'd have to follow due process.
"That's a bargain for ruling as king, isn't it?"
"I won't forget this, Baron. Kneel and apologize right now, and I might show mercy."
"Don't you want to be king?"
"That's not for you to worry about. I have my prime minister. He holds power second only to Father. Unlike you, some backwater noble."
"You trust him, then."
"No vassal is more reliable than my prime minister. Are we done here?"
Aiden rose from his seat with a scowl, making it blatantly clear he had no desire to continue the conversation.
"Prince, don't forget—this is your last chance."
"Last chance? Don't forget—you don't even get that."
Aiden clicked his tongue sharply and stormed out.
I chose Aiden over Ailin because it would be easier to swallow this kingdom whole that way.
Making Ailin queen would be simple. Just eliminate Aiden. The bastard irked me anyway—I could get rid of him anytime I wanted.
But Ailin won't bend to my will so easily. Seducing her won't be straightforward. Too much hassle to approach her like Kyle did in the original story.
Princess Ailin was ambitious and capable. Nothing like those dimwitted noble ladies. Rush in carelessly, and I'd end up the one being used.
And I've felt it since I first saw her. Ailin's perfect for violation.
I reached out toward Yuria as I awaited that day.
The evening after the banquet celebrating the Rapelli King's birthday came to an end.
Yuria entered a room in the Prucus mansion in the capital. Only moonlight filtering through the window illuminated the dark interior.
She drew up her mana and activated it. Her senses, sharpened further since becoming an Aura Master, easily encompassed the entire mansion.
Ention and Zent were not currently in the mansion. They had returned to Utren Castle on the Rapelli Kingdom's border right after the banquet.
Countess Elrain was presently nestled in Yujin's arms, while the other maid, Melissa, slumbered sweetly in bed.
Yuria slowly removed her maid uniform. She stripped off everything, including the garter belt stockings and sky-blue panties. Her smooth nude form reflected in the full-length mirror before her. She gave her body a brief once-over.
Her gaze lingered on her crotch. Completely smooth, not a hair in sight. But soon, hair would grow there. Her master, Yujin, had ordered her not to groom that area.
She spread her legs slightly and parted her pink folds. As if waiting, a thick white liquid drooped down. Like a stretched rubber band forced loose, it dangled before finally dripping onto the floor.
Yuria wiped her pussy with a prepared clean cloth, scooping out the semen from deep inside. It was a routine task, but each time she felt a pang of regret. Still, she could just receive more next time, she thought, as she scraped it out.
Squelch, squelch.
After digging out the semen with her fingers for a while, she wiped her pussy again.
"......"
With an expressionless face, she stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her mind was a whirlwind right now—the first time in years since her mother, Nell Rinse, had died.
Yujin had kept his promise. Soon, she would embark on the revenge she had always craved.
"Haa."
She let out a sigh. Controlling her fiercely churning emotions was harder than usual today. But soon, they began to settle.
Once calm, she retrieved clothes prepared from the shadows and changed. Black underwear, then tight black garments clinging to her body.
It was her assassination outfit. Quite revealing, but she didn't care. She didn't cover her face either. After all, anyone who saw her was doomed to die anyway.
After changing and arming herself fully, she finally tied up her silver-blue hair.
She pulled a teleportation scroll from Yujin out of the shadows and tore it without hesitation.
She appeared behind the Helbritt Ducal Castle, perched like it ruled over the city. Slightly smaller than the royal palace, its high walls were patrolled by soldiers, and armed knights guarded the gates.
A normal person couldn't even dream of infiltrating, but she wasn't normal. And Yuria already had prior intel on Helbritt Castle—underground areas, number of people inside, everything.
"......"
Gripping her dagger, Yuria's body vanished into the shadows.
Emerging from a shadow atop the wall, she swung her dagger infused with pitch-black aura without hesitation. A soldier's head severed and rolled across the ground.
Yuria ignored the corpse and cast shadow magic. Small, sharp daggers shot from her shadow, piercing the heads of the other soldiers on the wall.
It took less than a minute to kill all the wall soldiers and gate knights.
From atop the wall, she gazed at Helbritt Castle and reviewed her plan. First, kill everyone awake—soldiers, knights, maids, no exceptions. Then the barracks, then the Helbritt collateral branches.
Today, House Helbritt would fall.
"......"
Yuria simply moved in silence.
Golbrat, the strongest in House Helbritt and leader of the knights, couldn't believe his eyes.
He had woken briefly to use the restroom and discovered corpses. Knights, soldiers, servants—all dead. He returned to his room for armor and sword before heading out.
Over thirty bodies already, yet the castle is this quiet...?
Someone with unbelievable power was assassinating everyone in House Helbritt. Goosebumps prickled his skin.
What chilled Golbrat even more was the corpses' state. All instant kills—heads or hearts pierced, necks severed. Most horrifying were their faces: blank with boredom, no trace of fear.
They died without even knowing it! Who could do this...?
He hurried down the corridor warily. His destination: the quarters of the Helbritt collaterals. He had to protect the blood heirs, at least.
"Anyone there?!"
Golbrat shouted, hoping soldiers or knights would rush to him. But no footsteps came—only the stench of blood wafted thickly.
Thud, thud, thud!
He pounded on a locked door.
"Lord Otlex! Are you alright?!"
Otlex Helbritt, the family head's brother, currently acted as ducal proxy. The highest among collaterals, Golbrat's top priority to protect.
No response.
No presence.
Sensing ill omens, he slashed the door with his red-aura blade and entered Otlex's bedroom.
Otlex was dead.
Not just dead—body hacked to pieces, severed head twisted in agony and terror. But Golbrat couldn't focus on the corpse. The perpetrator stood before him.
A beautiful woman in skin-tight black clothes. A blood-dripping dagger in her hand.
Anyone would peg her as the killer. Yet Golbrat couldn't treat her lightly.
Silver-blue hair gleaming in moonlight, deep blue eyes. She bore Helbritt traits.
"Who are you? You resemble Duke Helbritt. What's your relation to him?"
"Sir Golbrat. You're afraid of me."
Yuria spoke. She stared him down, piercing his state instantly.
"Answer me...! Who are you! And why this massacre...!"
Golbrat aimed his sword at her. His red aura flickered unstably, mirroring his turmoil.
"...Mother said you were reliable and kind, like a father to her. To me, you'd be like a grandfather."
"No way. Nell's daughter......"
"Mother liked you a lot. Until I was born, she saw you as her only family. That's why it tormented her so."
Yuria raised her dagger. The flickering black aura sharpened into a blade form.
"Aura Blade...! How did you reach Aura Master at that age! How!"
Golbrat cried out.
Jealousy crushed his fear.
She looked barely over twenty, yet a master. He, past sixty, had stagnated at peak Expert for twenty years.
"Unfair! I've striven endlessly to become a master—how can a green girl like you achieve it! Impossible! It shouldn't be!"
Golbrat charged at Yuria.
Yuria easily dodged his swing. Ridiculous. Just revealing Aura Blade had pushed him into heart demon onset.
"Master said some could be captured alive for lifelong torture."
"How! How did you break through! Tell me! Tell me!"
Yuria dodged the flying aura and swung her left hand up and down. Shadows chained out, binding Golbrat.
"Gaaargh!"
Golbrat screamed. Muscles bulged monstrously, shattering the chains. He charged like a maddened rhino.
Yuria sidestepped lightly. He crashed into the wall.
Boom!
The wall crumbled, debris flying everywhere.
"I thought about it before coming here, but face-to-face, I realize you're not worth it."
"Master! Master! Master! How do I reach mastery!!"
Red aura erupted from Golbrat's body. Blood seeped from his pores, dripping to the floor. Jealousy and fear had stripped his sanity. Left alone, he'd self-destruct or become a vegetable.
"Before I knew it, Master became more important to me than you all, revenge, Mother, or even myself."
Yuria swung her dagger.
Golbrat's aura-clad limbs severed effortlessly. He collapsed, limbs gone, screaming in agony.
Only as death neared did sanity return. Looking up at Yuria silhouetted against the moon, he muttered hollowly.
"The lord birthed a monster..."