Chapter 652
Chapter 652
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 652
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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“Floyd.”
“Yes, my lord.”
“Take this guy's head and his family's to that Mousher from the Haiteria Mercenary Corps. Then cut off that bastard's head too. Go with four knights.”
“Understood.”
Floyd replied as she approached Rocksher's corpse dangling from the tree and severed its head.
“Master. It might be better to just take Rocksher's head.”
It was Yuria speaking. I tilted my head.
“Why?”
“Bringing his family's heads too will spread infamy more than fame.”
I nodded, figuring it made sense. Honestly, I didn't care either way, but it was Yuria's advice, so I'd follow it.
“Floyd. Just take Rocksher's head.”
“I'll be back soon.”
“If it's dangerous, use the spatial transfer scroll.”
“Wouldn't it be a waste to use something so precious?”
“It's fine. That's what they're for. We can always get more. Nothing's worth more than your lives.”
Floyd mounted up with the four female knights and rode off toward the Haiteria Mercenary Corps' base.
“Master. The women's detailed classification is ready.”
I handle the women's detailed sorting myself. The maids wash them, then bring them in groups of five to my tent.
The nomad women couldn't even meet my eyes, trembling violently.
I quickly scanned their faces.
“All rejected. You'll start new lives as quasi-citizens.”
The criterion was, of course, looks. Too old, scarred faces, ugly—ruthlessly rejected. The rejects would live as quasi-citizens.
The next group entered. I shook my head.
“You too, rejected. No talent. No talent.”
The next group came in.
One caught my eye. A woman with long black hair reaching her waist and thick, dark eyebrows. She had a striking, memorable beauty.
“You're a fifth-class citizen. I'll provide a house in the territory and settlement funds. Do you have family? If so, they'll be fifth-class too.”
She had been bowing her head, but her eyes widened in surprise at my unexpected words.
“You'll provide a house and settlement funds...?”
“Haha. Of course. I'm a noble who knows how to show mercy to the deserving. You qualify. The settlement is twenty million nergo, and the house was built by dwarves. You'll like it.”
“Th-thank you!”
“But don't forget—there's no such thing as a favor without a price. Follow the maid and wait. The rest are all rejected.”
With over a hundred, it was only natural a few beauties stood out. Though fewer than ten.
“Hmm. This girl...”
I examined the little girl in front of me. She was shaking and not my type yet. But she had yellow potential sprouting. In a few years, she'd definitely be my taste.
“Promising future. Fifth-class citizen status for her. Same for her family.”
“Yes. We'll handle it as you command.”
One of the maids replied.
“That finish the sorting?”
“Yes. The rest go to the quasi-citizen village as planned.”
All the nomads would be knocked out and sent through the Mirror Tunnel to the village. Knocking them out was to keep the Mirror Tunnel secret. If word got out, all sorts of flies would buzz around me.
“Then let's get to it.”
I entered the prepared tent.
Beauties in lewd lingerie sat there tense.
“No need to be so nervous. We're about to have some fun. Heh heh heh.”
I dropped my pants, proudly showing off my pride as I approached them.
Floyd arrived in Edal City—the Haiteria Mercenary Corps' base—with her four female knights. Edal was a thriving commercial hub, one of the more notable cities in Pruckerus territory.
“Beautiful lady knights. That rose emblem on your helmets is quite flashy.”
The city guards blocked Floyd, their polite words dripping with mockery. Because they were women.
“Step aside.”
Floyd's single eye gleamed coldly.
The guards flinched but held their ground.
“State your identity first. No one's getting in without clearance. If you try forcing your way... we won't just stand by.”
The soldiers raised their spears. Floyd pulled out a parchment and showed it to them. A knight's oath certificate—legal proof of knighthood.
“I am the captain of the Golden Rose Knight Order under Baron Eugene Pruckerus.”
“Pruckerus direct lineage...!”
The guards' attitudes turned serious. The city's lord was a vassal of the Pruckerus family. That name couldn't be ignored.
“I've come to execute the family of the criminal who insulted and threatened my lord. Step aside.”
“The criminal's family...? Give us more details!”
Floyd pulled Rocksher's head from the box hanging off her horse. Salted and preserved, it looked fresh.
“Eeeeek!”
The guards let out shrill screams and backed away.
“I must execute Mousher of the Haiteria Mercenary Corps. My identity and purpose are clear. Are you letting me in?”
“Th-that...”
The guards exchanged glances. This was uncharted territory. She was Pruckerus direct lineage, so letting her in was right, but she'd clearly cause trouble.
Still, the female knight holding a severed head and radiating sharp killing intent was terrifying. No way to flatly refuse.
“Let her in. The lord just gave the word.”
The guard captain rushed out from the castle and spoke. The guards parted at once.
“P-please, enter.”
“......”
Floyd entered without a word.
She knew her attitude was rude and arrogant. But that's how you instilled fear. Being polite would get her ignored—and being ignored was the same as her lord Eugene being ignored.
An all-female knight order. Perfect for mockery. Most knights would laugh on sight.
Better to be ruthless than disdained.
She walked the streets, severed head in one hand. Edal's citizens stared at her with fearful eyes.
At the Haiteria building, she reined in her horse. Dozens of mercenaries poured out of the five-story structure and knelt on the ground.
“What's your intent?”
Floyd fixed her single eye on the man at the center, glaring fiercely.
The scruffy blue-gray haired man in leather armor—Haiteria's captain, Galteir—spoke with a relaxed face.
“The Haiteria Mercenary Corps has zero intention of crossing Baron Eugene Pruckerus. We want to resolve this as amicably as possible.”
Galteir lifted a silver tray. A man's severed head rested atop it—a face very similar to Rocksher's in Floyd's hand.
“......That head?”
“Rocksher's brother, Mousher—the one who insulted Baron Eugene Pruckerus. Figured you like heads, so I prepared it.”
“Did you cut it?”
“Yes. I severed Mousher's head myself.”
Galteir said it casually.
“Ah, I didn't kill him, though. Mousher deeply regretted his brother's sins and stabbed his own heart in atonement. I merely cut off the head at his request.”
Floyd frowned.
A lie.
The dead Mousher's face was twisted in rage. Betrayed by comrades, no doubt.
Scapegoating.
Floyd clicked her tongue. She wanted to press harder, but had no pretext. Forcing it would make her no knight—and tarnish Eugene's reputation. Time to withdraw.
The Golden Rose Knight Order's first official action ends on a hollow note.
It stung. She wanted to etch the order's existence into this world indelibly.
“I'll take Mousher's head. Box it.”
“Of course, the box is ready. Sprinkled plenty of salt—no rot worries.”
Galteir replied leisurely, as if he knew everything. Floyd didn't like his attitude.
“Mousher was an executive in your Haiteria Mercenary Corps. I won't pursue the group, but here's a warning.”
Floyd raised her sword. Sword aura surged skyward. She swung, and it flew off, carving a deep gash into the Haiteria building.
The surrounding mercenaries and citizens gaped in shock. Now the Golden Rose wouldn't be so easily dismissed.
Floyd handed the box with Mousher's head to a subordinate and turned her horse around.
“Let's go. Mission complete.”
“Yes, Captain.”
Her back prickled. Countless gazes bored into it. Floyd brushed it off, but her subordinates couldn't hide their excitement and tension.
A masked mercenary named Sinkat spoke in a gloomy voice.
“Galteir. You're just letting those bitches go? Our pride got trampled. Other merc scum will mock us over this. Worse, the underlings are getting antsy about Mousher's death.”
Galteir glanced at him. Sinkat flinched at the empty eyes.
“What then? Fight them here? Didn't you see that bitch's sword aura? Head-on, we die. Even if we win, this is Pruckerus territory. Think the count will let us off?”
“......We just bury this?”
“Bury it. Don't forget—we're just mercenaries.”
“......My gut says this ain't over.”
“Quit the whining and check if the other ops are on track.”
“......Yes.”
Floyd returned and showed me Mousher's head. I tossed it aside carelessly.
According to her, Haiteria hadn't resisted and groveled hard. Galteir was wiser than Rocksher.
Haiteria knew Floyd's target was Mousher. How?
I'd contacted Edal's lord to allow entry. But hadn't mentioned Mousher.
Not collusion with the lord. Another informant.
Couldn't figure it out, so I asked Yuria.
“What do you think?”
“Probably the Information Guild. They could guess from the knight captain's movements.”
“That good?”
“Yes. They're excellent.”
I raised my mental vigilance on the Information Guild a notch. Annoying bunch already, and now Yuria vouches too.
The guild leader never showed in the original...
Fine for now. But if they keep pestering, I won't spare them.
I ordered Yuria to summon Floyd.
“My lord.”
Floyd entered the tent not in armor but simple clothes—sword still belted at her waist.
“Floyd. Mission success means reward time.”
“Just doing my duty as your knight.”
“Doesn't look like it, the way you're eyeing me.”
I stripped off her pants and panties. Her bushy brown pubic hair was tangled, and the uneven labia below glistened wetly. I tugged on her large left labia majora.
“Hnnngh... m-my lord...”
The female knight's legs trembled, slowly buckling.
My fingers began ravaging the inside of her pussy.
We kept hunting humans. Raiding nomad groups and forcibly absorbing them, over and over. Total absorbed: over 1,500.
Rumors must've spread—no nomads in sight. Got 700 troops, might as well head back satisfied.
I was lying in the carriage, head on Yuria's thigh, suckling her nipple like a baby. That's when Floyd reported from outside the window.
“My lord. Battle breaking out a bit further off. Couldn't identify the opponents. Intervene? Or ignore?”
Perfect timing—I was bored.
Yuria's nipple slipped from my mouth.
“Ah...”
The stiff pink bud was soaked in my saliva, bite marks visible.
“Intervene. Might be women there. If it gets annoying, just kill 'em all.”