Chapter 654
Chapter 654
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 654
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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"Master. The interrogation is complete."
Yuria approached just then.
In terms of time, it had been ten minutes. She'd wrapped it up in a mere ten minutes. Hard to believe, but if Yuria had handled it personally, I could buy it.
"He was indeed a mercenary from Heightier."
"And the mastermind?"
"He's just a grunt. No useful intel."
"So he was clueless and just followed orders from above?"
"Yes. No reason to keep him alive."
"Kill him."
"Understood."
Before Yuria could step back, I called out to her.
"Yuria. Ever heard of Diona Hisfield? That's who this guy claims is behind it."
I don't know much about foreign nobility. I know of Hisfield Gate since it's so famous, but not the family members themselves. Jerden's name was new to me today, too.
"The Bluebird of Hisfield, you mean."
"...The Bluebird of Hisfield? A mere count's daughter has a title like that?"
"A bard who stayed at Hisfield Gate three years ago gave her that moniker."
"Does she look like a bird?"
"In the Kingdom of Balt, bluebirds are revered as mystical, beautiful, and wise. 'Bluebird of Hisfield' is a nickname praising Diona Hisfield's beauty and intellect."
In other words, Diona was beautiful enough to earn herself a nickname.
A rush of keen interest hit me. A lady with a title like that—I wanted to meet her. Fuck her.
"That's all her own fabrication!"
Jerden, still on his knees, shouted. He was getting annoying, so I kicked him square in the gut. He clutched his stomach and groaned.
"Fabrication?"
"...Yes! Diona hired that bard with money to spread her fame on purpose!"
"Could be."
Fame has its perks.
Just look at Kyle—his renown alone drew knights and soldiers flocking to him.
If she'd bought her fame with cash, it'd be hollow, but three years later, it was still going strong. There had to be some real mystique to it.
"I want the Bluebird."
"...Pardon?"
"I want the Bluebird. Jerden, I'll help you out. In exchange, hand over Hisfield's Bluebird to me."
"Y-You're saying you'll help me become the family head?!"
Jerden craved confirmation. I nodded to him.
"Yeah."
"Gladly! I'd hand over a bitch like that in a heartbeat!"
Time for a change of plans.
Instead of dragging Jerden straight to Count Prucker, we'd reroute.
'First, the Heightier Mercenaries. Wipe those bastards out.'
The pretext? Heightier mercs attacked me without knowing their place. Parade their corpses, and push the narrative. This world's medieval at heart—might makes right.
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We arrived in Edal City, home base of the Heightier Mercenary Corps.
But we were one step too late.
The Heightier building was deserted. Not a single ant in sight.
Floy questioned nearby citizens and reported back.
"My lord. They took a big job two days ago and left the city. No one knows where."
"They bolted."
Heightier had sniffed out the trouble and fled. The captain's name was Galter, right? Sharp and capable guy.
"Baron Prucker!"
Edal's lord came rushing out, panting. Same rank as me—a baron—but he looked at least twenty years older. He bowed low the moment he reached me.
"Forgive the late greeting! I'm Hoden, lord of Edal!"
"... ."
I stared at him silently.
He came off as overly servile. Even if I was direct lineage from a margrave house, I was still just an unproven young punk without the heir's seat. This level of deference was off.
"Baron Prucker...?"
"Ah. I zoned out for a sec. Had something on my mind. Sorry."
"No trouble at all. I'd like to invite you to my manor. I've prepared a feast and a banquet in your honor. Please, don't refuse."
"Sorry, Lord Hoden. I've got business."
"Business, you say...?"
"Heightier Mercenaries attacked me. Came to settle the score, but as you see, not a soul left. They fled two days ago, from what I hear. Know anything?"
"N-No idea! I've no ties to those scum!"
He blurted it out in a panic. Sweat poured down his face.
Heightier was the biggest merc outfit in Prucker lands. Their base right here in his city, and he expects me to believe zero connection?
"I'll take your word for it."
Hoden's face lit up. He probably had no clue where Heightier scarpered to. Even I'd keep that from a weasel like him if I were their captain.
"That said, I've got work, so I can't join you."
"I won't keep a busy man."
"I'll leave before evening. Head back to your manor."
"Let me show you around the city myself!"
"Go home."
My flat tone made him flinch. He bowed and retreated.
"Yuria."
"Yes, Master."
"Killing him now would raise eyebrows, right?"
"Can't avoid suspicion."
"When's best?"
"Dispatch AM squad in two weeks. Stage it as an accident—no questions."
"Good. Handle it."
Hoden Baron's fate was sealed.
Before leaving the city, I hit up the informant guild. Most decent cities had a branch.
"Welcome, milord. I'm Kakarochi, head of the Edal branch. What intel do you seek?"
"... ."
Kakarochi was a brown-skinned man. Over two meters tall, but gaunt like a winter tree. His creepy grin pissed me off, so I smashed his face with my fist.
Thwack!
"Gahk!"
He bled and rolled on the floor.
"Cut the crap. Bring every scrap on Heightier Mercenaries. You've got thirty minutes."
"Baron Prucker! Think the guild's a joke?! We won't overlook your rudeness!"
I sneered at him.
"The guild owes me. Killing one lowlife won't make enemies of us. And."
I stomped his right knee. Slowly added pressure until it cracked and shattered.
"Gaaaaahhh!"
"Think I don't know you sold my intel to Heightier?"
"Aaaah! R-Remove your foot! My mistake! M-My knee aaaah!"
I lifted my foot. His right knee was mangled—bone ground to dust. Without a top-tier mage, it'd never heal.
"Twenty-nine minutes. Tamper with the files, and your neck's next."
"Urgh... ."
Kakarochi limped off with help to fetch the docs. Back in ten. Wouldn't meet my eyes as he handed them over.
Yuria took them and checked.
Rustle rustle.
The sound of flipping pages filled the room.
"Files check out perfect."
I stood, and we left the guild. A sigh of relief trailed us.
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The carriage raced on.
Out the window, scenery whipped by. Pretty fast pace, but inside, no jolts. Yuria's magic. Smoother than any real-world car.
Slurp. Sluuuurp.
A brown-haired maid knelt between my legs, servicing my cock with her mouth. Part of a maid's duties.
I stretched my hands out. Pussies awaited.
"Kyaaang!"
"Master's fingers in my pussy... Ahhn!"
Every finger twitch made their slits squelch with juices. I looked ahead. Yuria sat naked and prim opposite me. Her pale face flushed pink. Nipples glistening with my spit, thighs sticky with my cum. No hiding it—we'd been fucking three minutes ago.
"What'd the Heightier files say? Any clue where those bastards went?"
I finally asked about Heightier. Got the files three hours back, but hopped in the carriage and straight to sex—forgot all about it.
"Pinned their destination from the docs."
"Where'd they run?"
"Kingdom of Balt."
Not shocking. They'd probably prepped to bolt the moment things soured with me.
To shake Prucker pursuit clean, Balt was the only safe bet.
But that alone wouldn't convince Yuria.
"Why?"
"Over twenty percent of Heightier's ops benefited certain Balt nobles. Captain Galter was a Balt merc—mostly around Hisfield Gate—before founding in Rapelli Kingdom."
"So the bastard's from Balt."
"Galter expanded aggressively from day one. Funds way beyond a lone merc's means. Docs don't say, but likely backed by Balt nobles."
"Diona Hisfield one of 'em?"
"High chance."
"Balt's hunting dog, huh... Spying in Prucker lands on the side. Tracking 'em'll be a pain. Better hire the guild? Yuria, where we headed now?"
"Nelooman Territory in Balt."
With tensions rising continent-wide, a border noble like me crossing lines was risky. Could spark war if caught. But slip through, and no issue.
Reason for Nelooman? Jerden, stuffed in the baggage cart. Nelooman's lord was his cousin. Jerden aimed to beg for aid there.
"Can't we hit Hisfield Gate direct?"
"Too many eyes, heavy guards at the main entrance. Need the detour."
A tad boring, but schedule had slack—no sweat.
"What about the Heightier scum?"
"Capture Diona Hisfield and use her."
"Easiest play. They'd have to obey my orders in the end."
I gripped harder with both hands. Fingers teased their pussies.
"Haaaaang!"
"Cumminggg!"
The two maids wailed in ecstasy. My cock throbbed, shooting into the brown-haired maid's mouth.
"Mmmph...! M-Master's baby seed...!"
Gulp gulp. She swallowed it all eagerly.
I stood, reclined the seat into a bed. Laid the maids stacked up. Three plump asses piled like a tower. Similar yet distinct pussies and holes.
Bottom one: mature. Black speck of an asshole, thick brown bush around the slit. Crimson inner lips spread lewdly, begging for cock.
Middle: soaked. Dripping like a stream without a touch.
Top: tiniest. Tight pink slit, one straight line. Bald and pristine.
Squish.
Thrust into the bottom pussy. Warm walls hugged my shaft snug.
Middle got fingers, stirring deep. It clenched greedily.
Top—I buried my face in. Musky pussy scent filled my mouth.
"Haaaaang!"
"Aaaang!"
"Ooooh!"
Their harmony pleasured my ears.
As I geared to really piston my hips—
Someone grabbed my ass cheeks, spread 'em. Hot breath. Only one culprit: Yuria. Kneeling naked on the floor, one hand kneading my balls, tongue at my asshole.
'Heh. This is paradise.'
The carriage barreled on without stop.