Chapter 796
Chapter 796
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 796
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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I peered into the map.
The Lurut Mountains, near the Mirphobos Territory. Lure the monsters there to attack the rear of Mirphobos Territory, while my army strikes the front—a simple pincer maneuver.
The plan was flawless.
What grated on my nerves was the Lurut Mountains.
'Lurut Mountains, Lurut Mountains... I swear I've heard that name before.'
I racked my brain, repeating the name over and over.
'Ah!'
I finally remembered. In the original story, the Lurut Mountains were mentioned in passing. It was a brief line about one of the late-game enemies of the protagonist, Kyle, who returned stronger after obtaining an artifact from the Lurut Mountains.
I felt proud of myself for recalling it.
'It didn't specify what artifact, but it should still be helpful for Yuria.'
Ever since that day she promised to marry me once I became a Grand Master, Yuria had devoted most of her time to training.
It was a bit disappointing, but I understood her feelings.
How could I not, when she wanted to marry me so badly?
'It's because I'm just too damn good.'
And once Yuria reached Grand Master as soon as possible, things would get easier for me too. Honestly, even for her, I doubted it could happen within ten years.
'If I snag that artifact from the Lurut Mountains for her, her realm should advance even further.'
I glanced at other parts of the map.
Ention hadn't sent the attack order just to me.
It went to my eldest brother Zent and second brother Kyle as well. This was a test for all three of us.
'That's why Zent isn't interfering either. He's too busy with his own stuff.'
The orders arrived on the same day. Whoever completed it most successfully first would score the most points with Ention.
'Zent and I are neck-and-neck, so Kyle's the one desperate for merit.'
The war was far from over.
For now, there was no need to rush. Haste makes waste, and I'd only screw myself over.
I shook the bell on the desk beside the map as I studied it.
Ding-a-ling.
The clear chime echoed through the room.
"You called, Master?"
A maid entered through the door.
She had platinum blonde hair tied in twin tails and round brown eyes framing a cute face. But glance a bit lower, and her figure wasn't so innocent anymore.
At just 145cm tall, her breasts were a insane K-cup. Her hips were plenty wide too. Oh, and her weapon of choice? A shotgun.
"Not Aisha. Switched shifts?"
"Yeah. I'm on duty till midnight. So, why'd you call? Want some black tea?"
She looked cute on the surface, but spend time with her, and you'd sense her little devil streak.
"Nah. Your tea tastes like crap."
"I thought my tea was pretty good!"
"Not to my taste."
Few maids in this mansion could brew black tea to my liking. She sure as hell wasn't one of them.
"Then what do you want?"
She crossed her arms under those massive breasts, asking haughtily.
Hermi Handrek.
She was a new maid who'd joined about a month ago. Originally the daughter of a baron's noble family, but the Handrek Barony lost the war and got enslaved. I took her in as a maid because I liked her face and those overwhelming tits.
"You're perfect for carry sex."
"......"
Hermi furrowed her brow. She started edging away from me. I stood, using Moment to slip behind her in an instant. My right arm wrapped around her waist, hoisting her up.
"Eek! Please! Let's do it normally! Why do you always wanna fuck me while carrying me?!"
"'Cause you're perfect for it!"
"I wanna do it in bed!"
Hermi yelled. I ignored her, of course. Kneading her with my other hand, she gave up and accepted my touch.
"Hoo... haaah..."
Her breathing grew ragged. I hiked up her skirt and pulled aside her panties. Her smooth, hairless pussy was already soaked. Good to go.
My massive cock filled her tiny pussy completely.
"Hngh... haaaaaah!"
Thud, thud.
I ascended the platform. Ten thousand soldiers stared up at me. Today was the day my army and I marched on Mirphobos Territory.
3,000 elite soldiers and 7,000 slave soldiers.
Distinguishing them was easy. The elites wore ornate, sturdy dwarf-forged armor. Pride shone on their faces, respect in their eyes toward me.
The slaves' gear was garbage. Mostly swords, spears, shields, and gorgets. I didn't hand out good equipment freely. They had to earn merits and obey to get it.
The slaves' faces brimmed with discontent. Their gazes varied—anger, despair, irritation, fear. Not a shred of loyalty. That was normal. They were conscripted as slaves and thrown into war. I never expected loyalty from them anyway.
"I am Eugene Prucker."
My flat voice carried far, thanks to the amplification spell Yuria had cast.
"I'll keep this short."
Truth be told, I'd planned to skip the send-off entirely. If not for Floyd's request.
"We are the victors. We'll win, just like always. We'll crush Mirphobos Territory and claim the spoils. Spoils belong to the victors, and I'll share them with you. Meat, booze, and women await."
"Wooooaaah!"
The elites roared. They'd fought enough wars with me to know I wasn't bullshitting.
Of course, 90% of the spoils were mine. All the beauties too. The soldiers got piss-poor beer, low-grade meat, and ugly women.
Still, they cheered. Blind pigs satisfied with scraps, oblivious to their raw deal. They lived like that because they knew no better life.
The masses are easier to control when stupid. I'd never educate them. No sharing knowledge.
Any vassal suggesting otherwise? Off with their head, hung high.
"Defeat is fine. Everyone knows you can't win every battle. Fight again and win. We'll triumph in the end. But deserters? Different story."
A few armored female knights dragged people up to the platform's base. Twenty-five of them. Men, women, old, young. All ragged as beggars.
"Seven of these were slave soldiers. Some of you might recognize their faces."
The slaves' mood chilled. The 7,000 looked like they'd plunged into a frozen winter lake.
The 3,000 elites raised spears. The female knights formed a protective ring around me. Knight Commander Floyd stood at my side, his single eye gleaming like a hawk's.
"Those seven are deserters. Cowards who forgot their place and betrayed you and me."
"......"
"The eighteen behind them are the deserters' families."
I descended the platform, summoning my Flame Lotus Sword in my right hand. Good thing for the new skill—I didn't have to pull out my smartphone awkwardly.
"Traitors get only death."
I beheaded all twenty-five slaves. Old, young, women—no mercy. Lucky there were no beauties.
Bathed in blood, I returned to the platform.
My eyes met a few enraged slaves'. They averted their gazes, fury dimming under my indifferent stare.
"Don't betray us."
The slaves nodded. They outnumbered the elites two-to-one, but in a world of magic and auras, numbers weren't everything.
"Don't forget your only way home is through me."
I didn't just oppress the slaves. Sweet rewards made them easier to handle.
"Victors get fitting rewards. Cut off thirty enemy heads or survive ten battles, and you'll be treated as my soldiers, not slaves."
The slaves lifted their heads. No more dead eyes—hope stirred excitement.
I nearly burst out laughing.
They thought freedom would change things? Please. Soldiers or slaves, all pigs to me.
"March."
I eyed Mirphobos's walls.
A whopping 20 meters high. The soldiers stared silently, intimidated. No ordinary walls—enchanted by mages, resistant to most magic and siege weapons.
Siege versus defense.
Even I knew sieges favored the attacker less than defense. Better to isolate them until they came out or surrendered. But I didn't have that luxury.
Had to fall Mirphobos within ten days.
I entered the command tent. No word yet from the detachment luring monsters. Time to wait.
Three female knights inside. I waved, and they removed their helmets. All beauties. Assigned to attend me today, they slowly shed their armor. In underwear, they approached and began undressing me.
"My lord. Really doing this now?"
"The war starts today."
"What kind of battlefield nonsense is this?"
They complained, but lust burned in their eyes. Rigorous training ramped up most female knights' libidos.
Naked, I spread my arms. One knelt, sucking my cock. The other two snuggled into my arms, coquettish. Kissing, suckling my chest.
"Heh. Nice."
I sat on the bed. Their caresses were rough. They didn't hesitate to rim me—probably from kissing my ass during loyalty oaths.
"My lord."
Floyd's voice from outside. The knight atop me kept grinding, sweat beading on her toned back.
"What?"
I was busy. Fingering two knights' pussies. They trembled, juices flowing.
"Viscount Mirphobos sent an envoy. He desperately wishes to speak with you."
"......"
Dressing was a hassle. The knights were all riled up.
"Come in."
The flap opened. Floyd entered with a middle-aged man. Floyd was stoic; the man gaped in shock.
"P-Prucker Baron! What is this?!"
"Can't you see I'm busy? Spit it out."
"Hngh, haaah! M-My lord...!"
The knight on me shuddered and climaxed, dismounting. Cum dripped from her pussy. Another hopped on, shaking her hips. Felt like my dick was their dildo, but it felt good enough.
The envoy, feeling insulted, stiffened and clenched his fists.
"...I am Nemalis Baron, vassal and envoy of Viscount Mirphobos."
"Don't care about your name. Get to the point."
Squelch, squelch! The knight's moans and wet slaps were music.
"My lord requests at least three months' truce. We know you won't agree without terms. Name your conditions."
"Oh?"
I sat up. Grabbed the sweat-slick C-cup tits of the grinding knight. Perfect handful, springy. Bit her neck, leaving clear teeth marks.
"Haaah, my lord...!"
She leaned forward. I gripped her hips, thrusting up. Squelch, squelch. My huge cock plunged in and out.
"One condition. Viscount Mirphobos's head."
"Impossible. No interest in money? We can pay 600 million ner in an hour."
"Pass. Your head will do."
"Wha...?"
Before he could retort, Floyd's blade crossed his throat.
"My lord. What to do with the body?"
Floyd asked, cleaning up.
"That..."
I shuddered. Pumping white cum deep inside the knight.
"...Toss it to Viscount Mirphobos."
"Understood."