Chapter 538
Chapter 538
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 538
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in the Count's Family
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Heli and Kelly pointed at me accusingly. The bald guy wasn't even listening to me—he was buying the women's story hook, line, and sinker.
"You goddamn bastard!"
I had a gut feeling. That bald bastard was a total pushover.
'Well, better than trusting the enemy.'
It wasn't hard to understand. It was wiser to believe your allies over the enemy.
"Don't kill him! We need to show that bastard what hell really is!"
The bald guy barked the order.
Coincidentally, his thoughts aligned perfectly with mine.
"Yuria. Don't kill them. We have to teach these bastards what hell is like. Make them pay dearly for stabbing me in the back."
"As you command."
The moment I heard the flap of Yuria's black robe...
Slash.
Her dagger sliced through the arms and legs of the enemies around us.
They were aura users at best. Greenhorns who hadn't even reached Expert level. They wouldn't see her dagger coming, let alone block it.
"Aaaagh!"
"Gaaah!"
"S-spare... Aagh!"
By the time they screamed, it was far too late. Having lost an arm or leg, they lost all will to fight and collapsed to the ground.
"W-what?!"
The flustered bald guy grabbed the greatsword strapped to his back. Heli and Kelly gripped their daggers, on guard against us.
But it didn't matter. Even knowing an attack was coming, they lacked the ability to block it. Fear had already taken root in the eyes of the bald guy and the twins.
Wriggle.
The bald guy's shadow rippled. From within it, a blade made of shadow emerged and sliced into his left shoulder.
"Aaaagh!"
The bald guy screamed as he charged at me. It was a desperate attack fueled by the refusal to go down without a fight. I didn't move a single step. There was no need to.
"How rude. This is in front of my master. Kneel."
Yuria appeared at his side and kicked his knee. The timing and precision were perfect—he ended up kneeling right before me.
"A face full of fear. You don't need me to tell you who's going to see hell, do you?"
"Y-you...! Fuck!!"
He thrust his greatsword toward me.
Bang!
Yuria stomped on the blade. The force in her foot was tremendous—the greatsword sank 5cm into the ground. Needless to say, the bald guy's arm snapped from the impact.
"I'll kill you last."
My gaze shifted to Heli and Kelly behind him. They were already trembling in terror.
After displaying such overwhelming power, they had no choice but to realize Yuria was on another level entirely.
"If you don't want to die, strip."
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Slurp. Suck. Smack. Slobber...
The sound of them sucking my dick echoed in my ears.
I sat in a chair pulled from my inventory, while the naked Heli and Kelly knelt between my legs, diligently servicing my cock. They licked along the shaft and carefully sucked on my ballsack.
"Ah, that's good. Your blowjob skills aren't half bad."
I turned my gaze straight ahead.
Of the 14 who ambushed us, I'd made an example of 4 by killing them. I slit their throats and guts to show their filthy innards to their comrades.
Not a single one of the remaining 10, including the bald guy named Brak, dared meet my eyes.
"You're all gonna die anyway. No need for limbs."
I gestured, and Yuria acted immediately. Black aura blades cleanly severed their arms and legs. She even sealed their pressure points for a tidy cleanup.
The enemies writhed like maggots, screaming in agony.
"Three of you."
Shudder.
I grabbed Kelly by the hair, shoved my cock down her throat, and came. She coughed, spewing semen from her mouth and nose. Pushing her aside, I had Heli clean me up with her mouth as I continued.
"Fight each other until only three remain. Any lazy worms who don't fight actively will learn just how brutal torture can be."
Yet they hesitated.
"Guess I have to make an example."
I'd expected this, so I pointed at one. The guy hiding at the back, peeking from behind his comrades.
"The master's words are absolute."
Yuria's shadow expanded. From it, a torture rack and instruments slowly rose.
As I watched her torture skills in action, I ordered Heli and Kelly.
"Enough with the mouths. Use your pussies now."
"Y-yes!"
"Hngh..."
Heli rode me, moving her hips, while Kelly licked my balls.
Brak couldn't even watch his women fawn over me to survive—he just trembled in fear.
"Aaaagh! St-stop! Stoooop! Sorry, I'm sorry... Aaaagh!"
The one being tortured screamed for ten minutes straight, pleading in pain. After that, he started begging for death instead of mercy.
"Learn through pain. The master's words are absolute."
The thirty-minute torture ended.
The guy removed from the rack was covered in blood, twitching like a maggot drowning in water.
"I said three."
The moment I spoke, the tortured one moved first. He opened his mouth wide and bit into the nearest guy's throat.
That sparked it. Terrified, they began savagely tearing into their comrades to avoid more torture.
Limbless maggots wriggled and gnawed at each other.
It was a scene straight out of a low-budget B-movie.
"Stop."
I declared it when seven were dead, leaving three. But the frenzied maggots ignored me.
Thud.
Yuria kicked Brak's body.
"Can't you hear the master?"
"...Grk, grgh... Sorry... Urgh..."
The surviving Brak muttered. No defiance left in him.
"Heli, Kelly. Your man's suffering like that... Doesn't it make you pity him?"
"N-no! Not at all!"
"He deserved it for pissing off James-nim!"
Heli and Kelly took turns clenching their pussies around my cock. Knowing they'd end up like that if they didn't please me, they put in full effort.
"Heli. Lick my asshole."
"Yes! I'll lick it!"
I reclined the chair back fully, turning it into a bed. Heli and Kelly serviced me on their own, shaking their hips. The three maggots were already beneath my notice.
"Hey. Your pussy's loosening up?"
"S-sorry! I'll squeeze tighter!"
It was a decently fun moment. I chuckled and closed my eyes.
"Master."
I opened my eyes at Yuria's call. I'd dozed off midway, but Heli and Kelly were still panting, pleasuring my cock with their pussies.
"...How long was I out?"
"About three hours. You came thirteen times."
"Hm. Alright."
I'd reached the realm where I could sleep through sex. I'd half-woken a few times during orgasms but drifted right back off.
"Time to find the last sentence."
I stood, draping my arms over the naked Heli and Kelly's shoulders.
"Lead the way. If you don't guide us properly... You know what happens."
"Yes...!"
"J-just leave it to us!"
Brak grabbed at my departing feet.
"J-James-nim! Please spare me!"
"I already did. Sure, no limbs makes it hellish... but you're alive. What more do you want?"
"Like this... I can't do anything! Kill me! At least...? At least let me out of the labyrinth!"
"Crawl out yourself."
Whether they starved here or crawled out to die by monsters—it was none of my concern.
Unlike the original protagonist Kyle, I wasn't kind enough to mercy limbless would-be murderers.
'Lucky bastards. If this were my territory, they'd rot in the underground dungeon for decades under torture.'
I left the wailing worms behind and headed for the last sentence.
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The last sentence was on the wall at the 30th floor entrance.
Yuria activated it. The last sentence appeared on her left wrist. The seven sentences connected, looking like a bracelet from afar.
"I can't translate it, but I know it's one of the ancient languages. To think the labyrinth hid a secret like this... Impressive."
"That sentence doesn't mean much on its own. The seven together are like a voucher."
"May I ask what kind?"
"A voucher for the ancient historical archives? More precisely, it's closer to a library than records."
I explained as we headed to the altar-like spot on the 30th floor. The monsters here, Death Cleaners, flew through the air and inflicted mental damage just by sight—they were tricky, but mere trash mobs to Yuria.
"Historical archives...? Doesn't fit the labyrinth at all."
"It originally was an ancient historical archive. It warped into a labyrinth when the dimensions twisted. That change made it single-use only... but it altered the effect into something that'll help you greatly."
Heli and Kelly pretended not to understand our conversation. Smart attitude. They knew how to survive longer.
"We're here."
The space was filled with broken stones. Closer inspection revealed they were man-made.
Yuria would vanish for a bit now. I bound Heli and Kelly with chains and shackles to manage them easily while alone.
"Yuria. Head to the center."
"Yes."
The sentences on Yuria's left wrist glowed pure white. The ground resonated, emitting light in response.
"Kyaa?!"
"W-what is this?!"
Heli and Kelly freaked out.
"Don't panic. Nothing will happen to us."
From now on, Yuria would experience one of the histories recorded in ancient times.
The history of war.
Like Kyle in the original, she'd become an ancient warrior, lead to victory in battle as a hero, claim her reward, and return. The reward: a rise in realm.
'About three days, and Yuria will return at upper Aura Master level for sure.'
I already had a plan for going from top Aura Master to Grand Master.
'The issue is upper to top... Nothing but trusting Yuria's talent and waiting. Other opportunities elsewhere won't help much...'
As I pondered...
"Hm...?"
The mana meant for Yuria was flowing to me too.
Something was wrong.
By the time I realized it, it was too late.
My vision went pitch black, and consciousness faded briefly.
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I rose from the rickety old bed. The room was sparse. Worn wardrobe, worn desk... The only new things were my pajamas and the clock on the wall.
And through the cracked mirror in the corner, I realized my body was young.
"Damn it."
This wasn't supposed to happen to me.
Yuria activated the sentence. This was meant for her.
'...No. She used it correctly. I got dragged in. Why? Wasn't it single-player? Kyle's companions never got pulled in the original...'
I racked my brain, but no answers.
'Check!'
I stayed calm. Had to check first.
'......Not the Warstein War Chronicles, but The Lady and the Butler of Filtania...? What the hell?'
It's different from the original. Something definitely went wrong.
I sank into thought. Twenty minutes passed.
"Number 21! It's past 6 AM! Why aren't you out? Still sleepy? You lazy shit!"
A man kicked open the flimsy door.
Sharp-featured, in his thirties. Dressed neatly, but his face twisted in irritation. He glared at me and aimed his baton.
"Still not changed? Your head's rotten! Get on your knees! Time to reteach you the spirit of a Filtania butler!"
My face twisted. I was already pissed—this was perfect.
"...On my knees? You wanna die, asshole."
Crackle!
I summoned lightning and charged. He swung his baton to block, but it was yawn-inducingly slow.
Thud!
My lightning-charged fist slammed into his face.
Deviates from objective.
Failed.
Restarting Chapter 1. First Meeting.