Chapter 419
Chapter 419
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 419
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in the Count's Family
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"If you saw it end, drop your weapons and get on your knees! You pirate bastards!"
My shout made the Morgan Pirates' crew immediately toss their weapons and kneel.
Not only had their captain, an Aura Expert, been defeated, but they'd also confirmed that both Melissa and I were Aura Experts.
No matter how stupid they were, they had to know that dozens of ordinary people charging at two Aura Experts without any preparation was no different from suicide.
"Tie them up."
The soldiers bound the pirates with ropes at my command. I walked among the kneeling pirates.
"This one, this one, this one—no need for them. And that one over there neither. Dump the ones I point out into the sea."
"...They're tied up, sir. If we throw them into the sea..."
"I said dump them."
"Yes, my lord!"
The ones I pointed out were pirates missing an eye, or too old, or ugly and scrawny-looking.
They were the types who wouldn't fetch a decent price even as slaves. And I wasn't one to haggle over pocket change anyway.
Splash. Splash. Splash.
No matter how tough they were, their chances of survival once cut loose were slim to none. Monsters lurked in the sea, after all. Even if the goddess of luck smiled and a passing ship rescued them, they'd probably end up as slaves anyway.
"Yuria. Crush that one's mana core."
"Yes, Master."
I pointed at the unconscious Morgan. Shattering a mana core required skill, but for Yuria, it was a simple task that took less than ten seconds.
"Gah!"
Yuria approached Morgan and kicked him in the ribs with her boot heel. The unconscious man snapped his eyes open, let out a short groan, then passed out again. The soldiers tied him up too.
"Master. Shall we sell them all as slaves?"
Yuria came over and asked. She already knew my intentions, so it was more confirmation than anything.
"Except for the ones for my maids,
sell the rest."
"What about them?"
"We'll put them to work. Have them farming for now, and later send them to the mines."
I didn't own any mines yet, but someday I would.
I'd already named the one I'd acquire in advance.
Aoji Mine.
'There's plenty else to covet, but he dared to eye my women... Death's too light for scum like him. I'll make him spend the rest of his life in the mines. Heh heh.'
The soldiers bustled about. They headed below deck on the pirate ship to gather the spoils.
"My lord! We found food and rum! A good haul!"
"Luxuries over here! Looks like loot from merchant ships!"
"Money chests in the captain's cabin! At least 400 million ner!"
The reports lifted the corners of my mouth.
Plundering just one pirate ship had yielded a fortune.
'Above all, the ship itself is a massive asset.'
My eyes turned to the ship tethered behind the pirate vessel. A merchant ship slightly smaller than the pirate one—the Morgan Pirates' prize. Even if it was empty inside, the hull alone would fetch a hefty sum.
'That's why they turn to piracy. Strip one good merchant ship, and you've got enough to lounge for months. Plus, unlike on land, soldiers rarely chase you down.'
Of course, the sea was far more dangerous from another angle, but piracy had its merits.
"My lord!"
I thought the soldiers were calling me, but the voice came from the captured merchant ship they hadn't boarded yet.
I crossed over using the tethering ropes. Yuria followed silently behind me.
"My lord! Are you the lord of Tebura?!"
The voice came from the merchant ship's cabin. Then came thumping from inside, and a middle-aged man with a brown beard, hands and feet bound, crawled toward me across the floor. His face lit up when he saw me.
"It is you! My lord!"
"You know me?"
"We met once when I came to pay taxes. Don't you remember?"
I didn't. Must've been during auto-progress.
Meeting to pay taxes probably meant he'd slipped me a bribe. Otherwise, no reason to meet in person.
"I'm Galdor of the Galdor Trading Company. Paid sixty million ner in taxes last time."
Yuria informed me.
"Ah! Yes, Galdor here! Long time no see, Head Maid! Still as stunning as ever!"
"......"
Yuria stared down at Galdor impassively, despite the flattery. Galdor, embarrassed, turned back to me.
"My lord! We were nabbed by the Morgan Pirates just before reaching Tebura! Please, have mercy and save us!"
"......"
I stared at him silently.
Sensing my mood, Galdor pleaded desperately.
'Maybe pretend I don't know him, kill him, dump the body at sea, and take the ship? More profit that way.'
There were plenty of other merchants besides Galdor.
"Master. Show him mercy. The Galdor Company is a mid-sized firm with solid potential. Plus, he'll spread word of your feats."
"Of course! I've got connections! I'll tell them all about your accomplishments! I'll even hire bards to compose poems and songs in your honor!"
Galdor pleaded frantically. His words fell on deaf ears.
'Came out here to suppress pirates, but raising my fame matters too. The ship's a nice bonus, but not essential.'
Money was always better in abundance, but I didn't need to cling to one vessel. I had plenty of ways to make more.
"I'll save you, Galdor. Any other crew?"
"Yes! We surrendered right away—lives are precious! The crew's tied up below!"
"No fight?"
"Sigh. We hired mercenaries to escort us, but they were in league with the Morgans. Pirates are getting sneakier. Gives me chills."
Yuria cut Galdor's bindings with her knife. He awkwardly rubbed his wrists.
"That said... the pirates looted our cargo..."
I snorted.
"No idea."
"......Understood. Thank you for saving us."
Sharp as a merchant. He went below and freed about thirty crewmen. They'd been roughed up but bowed their heads before me, offering proper thanks without fuss.
"Thank you for saving us, my lord!"
"We'll never forget this grace!"
"May the sea's blessings be upon you, my lord!"
"Yeah, yeah."
Their enthusiasm fell flat for me.
We decided to head back to port first. We hadn't gone far, and the captured pirate ship, slaves, and Galdor Company's bulk were getting cumbersome.
By the time we arrived, Morgan had woken and let out a scream of horror.
"What the hell! My mana! What did you do to me?!"
"Your brain must be slow. Obviously smashed your mana core so you can't resist. You'll beg for the rest of your life. Vegetarian slave."
"Vegetarian? What nonsense! I love meat! And you think I'll obey you meekly?"
"Heh heh. You won't eat meat ever again. Don't even dream of rats. Cockroaches are the limit, maybe."
I mocked him to his face.
As land drew near, Morgan's bravado crumbled. His face paled, tears streaming.
"I-I'm sorry! Spare me!"
"When did I say I'd kill you? You'll live past a hundred. Don't even think about suicide. Heh heh."
???
The voyage was boring, but raiding pirate ships was fun.
Spotting one felt like stumbling on a treasure chest in a dungeon. How much loot would it hold?
Some were broke, but on average, they paid off. Ships and pirates alike turned to profit.
And honestly, the trip wasn't all dull. I had Yuria, Melissa, and the other maids with me.
The soldiers wouldn't dare touch, let alone speak to, my maids. They knew how much I cherished them. Anyone not wanting to end up fish food kept their distance.
Above all, they feared the maids. Armed with rifles, the maids could slaughter pirates with a flick of the finger. The soldiers mistook them for mages.
I didn't oppress the soldiers outright.
Come evening, they'd feast on the booze and food I'd gifted them atop the captured pirate ship, throwing a party.
Two weeks into the pirate hunt, the harsh sea life had roughened their edges considerably from when I'd first seen them.
"Heh heh heh. Shake that ass harder!"
"Long live the lord! Food, booze, and women every night—who'd have thought!"
"Hey, Lown! That's not how you swing your hips! Look at her face—she ain't feeling a thing!"
The soldiers ravaged the women I'd given them. Rare female pirates in this drought-struck trade, and female prisoners meant for slave traders.
"Ahhh... S-stop..."
"Hnggh..."
Of course, the ones I handed out were all ugly. The female pirates looked almost mannish. If they'd been pretty, they wouldn't have turned pirate. Same for the prisoners—I picked the ugliest for the troops.
The soldiers were thrilled. On this sea, just holding a woman was cause to thank the gods.
The somewhat attractive female pirates and prisoners became my one-night toys. They didn't have the maids' beauty for long-term play.
I grinned at the naked female pirates and prisoners bound spread-eagled to barrels on deck.
Back against the barrel, arms and legs splayed and tied tight. Breasts and pussies exposed vulnerably.
Seven in total. Filthy when captured that afternoon, but the maids had cleaned them up.
I dropped my pants and approached a barrel. They were positioned perfectly for pounding.
The nearest was a prisoner, barely of age, with long dark blonde hair and freckles dotting her face.
Freckles or moles weren't my type, but too good to waste untouched.
'Junk food once in a while hits the spot.'
She bit her lip, knowing her fate.
I stroked her barely A-cup plains. Two pink nipples stood erect atop the flat chest. I rubbed them with my palm, then glanced lower.
Her skinny frame made her pubic mound protrude sharply. Blonde fuzz grew neatly just above her clit, smaller than a thumb. Her inner lips were parted.
No time for slow foreplay—I used Sensitivity Surge, then rubbed my cock against her slit.
"Haaah..."
She moaned. Love juices began flowing from her tight pussy. Signal received, I slid in slowly.
Not a virgin, disappointingly, but tight as one.
'Whore pussies tighten up nice around my cock anyway.'
Thrust thrust thrust!
I rocked my hips, savoring her.
"Ahk... Ang! Haak! Ang!"
Her cries grew louder over time. I felt the other women on barrels turning to watch.
I pondered their fate.
Too low for maids, too good to sell as slaves.
'Take them as my slaves, put them to work. Brainwash with repeated training, money, and favors... Turn the good ones into commoners and loyal followers. Fuck them when I crave junk food... Ugh. Cumming.'
I tilted my head back, eyes shut, focusing on release.
"Aaaah! T-too much...!"
Her lower belly bulged. Emptied and refreshed, I pulled out. White cum gushed forth. Pressing her abdomen squeezed out more.
"Master."
Yuria approached.
"Hm? What is it?"
"Pirates. Fifteen minutes out."
"Plunder time already? I'm busy right now."
"Red Flying Fish Pirates."