Chapter 800
Chapter 800
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 800
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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The monsters that attacked Mirfubos Territory were completely wiped out in less than an hour.
The soldiers' morale soared to the heavens after witnessing me cleave three minotaurs in a single stroke. Thanks to them exerting themselves beyond their limits, the front lines held firm. The Golden Rose Knights charged through the battlefield in every direction, slaughtering monsters left and right. Yuria stepping in here and there had helped, too.
I pulled a chair onto the platform in the plaza and sat down, watching the soldiers clean up the field. Thanks to Complete Recovery, my body felt perfect—not a trace of fatigue.
I pondered the earlier events. It was an utterly novel sensation, one I'd never experienced before. How could I feel it again? Would using the skill under the exact same conditions work? Somehow, I doubted it—even if I replicated the technique perfectly, that same sensation wouldn't return.
"Yuria."
So I decided to ask her.
"Yes, Master."
"You saw me unleash that slash and take out three minotaurs at once, right?"
"It was magnificent. That straight, piercing strike was breathtakingly beautiful. Even an Aura Master who's just reached mastery couldn't have dodged or blocked it."
"What if it were you? Be honest."
"I'd have evaded before you even swung. Your motion was too big. If evasion wasn't an option, I'd have parried to cancel it out."
I felt a bit deflated. So even that slash wouldn't work on Yuria.
"But... before I swung the sword..."
I described the sensation and realm I'd felt to her. Yuria didn't seem surprised at all.
"That sensation, you mean."
"You know it?"
"Yes. I feel it occasionally myself."
"How can I feel it again?"
Yuria looked troubled at the question.
"Well... It's not something I can summon at will. It only comes on days when my condition is peak and I've pushed my focus to the limit. The last time was four months ago."
"In probability terms?"
"...0.8%? Something like that."
"Worth it."
"..."
I gave up on feeling that sensation again.
Worth it—from Yuria's perspective, anyway.
To recapture it, I'd need her kind of talent to begin with. For me, limited to Genius Time once every ten days for a mere ten seconds, it was practically impossible.
I brushed it off. Obsessing over something unattainable was foolish.
I had the Playful Life app. Even without that sensation, I'd keep getting stronger steadily.
"My lord. The cleanup is mostly done."
Floy and a few female knights approached me. Behind them, men bound with ropes were led in a line. The knights forced them to kneel.
"Kneel! My lord will decide your fates!"
"Do not raise your heads without permission!"
"Anyone showing killing intent will not be forgiven."
The knights barked at the prisoners. The captives simply kept their mouths shut and heads bowed.
"About fifty, huh. Not bad. Who are they?"
"Viscount Mirfubos's relatives, his loyal retainers, and the surviving knights."
I tapped the armrest of my chair.
In this world, nobles who won wars didn't usually kill captured nobles outright. They'd take them prisoner, ransom them to other relatives or the kingdom for gold. It was an unwritten rule, a custom. Of course, there was no law enforcing it—just more humane and profitable.
If no relatives coughed up or the kingdom didn't pay, they'd secretly sell them to slavers. Noble ladies and wives fetched high prices; lesser nobles became stress relief.
'Knights rarely end up as slaves, though.'
Most knights in this world were superhumans. Armies needed them to maintain strength.
"Knights of Mirfubos. Is there any among you willing to swear loyalty to me?"
"..."
Silence. No one lifted their head or spoke.
"Answer."
"...We swore loyalty to Lord Mirfubos. We'll die before becoming your knights."
"I see."
I'd expected as much.
Knights were stubborn. Once they swore fealty, they rarely broke it.
Of course, with enough money or power, even humans could be swayed—but I had no interest in these guys.
'They might stab me in the back someday. And they're male knights.'
I scanned them. One female knight stood out. But her face was too plain. I looked away.
'Sell the knights, don't kill them. Execute a few nobles I don't like.'
My gaze settled on the two young men at the front. Despite the knights' warnings, they glared at me. The knights eyed them distastefully but didn't interfere.
"Mirfubos's sons?"
"Yes, my lord. The one on the right is the eldest, Elt Mirfubos. Left is the second son, Mondri Mirfubos. With Viscount Mirfubos fallen, Elt inherits the title."
Floy explained calmly. I nodded and sneered at him.
"Congrats on the viscountcy. Must be nice. Wonder when I'll inherit my father's."
"Baron Prucker...! We'll never forgive you! The whole world will despise and condemn your vileness!"
Elt bellowed. The knights, moved by his spirit, stirred.
"You got piss in your skull instead of brains? Don't you know your situation?"
"Kill me if you're gonna... kill me!"
Elt's eyes trembled. Fear mixed with pride.
"Was gonna kill you quick, but changed my mind."
"Torture won't break me!"
"Your defiance in the face of death impresses me. I'll spare one of you brothers. Fight each other. Winner lives."
I nodded. A sharp-eyed female knight cut their ropes and tossed two daggers to the ground.
Their faces drained of color.
"If you wanna die together all buddy-buddy, fine by me. You get three minutes."
Elt gritted his teeth. He grabbed one dagger and handed the other to his brother Mondri.
"Mondri. Take the dagger."
"B-Bro... you can't mean it?"
"One of us has to survive for revenge! Stand and fight!"
"Ughhh!"
Elt and Mondri rose, daggers in hand, facing off.
"Here I come! Mondri! Fight properly! Don't hate me if I kill you!"
Elt lunged, dagger extended.
"Uwaaaah!"
Mondri squeezed his eyes shut and thrust.
Puk.
Mondri's dagger sank into Elt's gut. Clang. Elt's dagger hit the ground pathetically.
"B-Bro?! Why?! You could've killed me easy!"
"...You're better than me."
"No way I'm better! I suck at studies, retainers follow you! Better I die! Even now—"
"I believe in your talent. In this chaos, strength is key. With your gifts, someday..."
"Bullshit."
Slash.
Mondri's head flew. I swung the Fire Lotus Flying Blade myself—couldn't stomach watching.
"Eu-Eugene Prucker!! What the hell?! You break your own word?! Noble my ass!!"
"I said fight, not yap."
I raised my sword. Elt scrambled for his fallen dagger, panicked.
"Rigging it outright? You deserve to die a hundred times..."
Slash.
Elt's head rolled.
"You bastard!! You outrage!!!"
A knight. The one who'd vowed to die earlier.
"Kill him."
A nearby female knight severed his neck.
"Yuria. Send one soldier with Viscount Mirfubos's head to Ention... my father."
"Yes, Master."
"Floy. Casualty count done?"
"Still tallying, but I can give a rough report if you'd like."
"Do it."
"Slave soldier deaths: about 2,000. Elite soldier deaths: about 300. 300 slave soldiers critically wounded. Elites treated with potions, but critical slaves are gathered together."
"Leave the criticals. Can't waste expensive potions on slave trash."
In peacetime, maybe. But in war, elite potions outvalued slaves.
"Mirfubos survivors?"
"About 12,000."
"Minus 2,000, that's 10,000 new slaves. Profitable. Prep to leave. Loot all assets, burn the buildings. Kill a few hundred if slaves resist."
Hours later, Mirfubos Territory blazed.
The area around was all Balt Kingdom territory. Holding it meant losing it to their army soon. Better to loot and torch—territory folk were my slaves anyway.
???
Back at the territory.
Stormbreaker's reinforcement in the Radiant Ascension Furnace finally finished. No exact calc, but roughly over a decade.
'I didn't live it—auto-progress cheat.'
I drew Stormbreaker.
Over 2 meters of massive spear, now sleeker. Length unchanged. Color shifted—from luxurious blue to silvery-blue. I preferred this.
Stormbreaker had five functions: transformation, repair, duplication, body enhancement, fusion.
'Gonna take time to test improvements.'
Time was plentiful. I grabbed it and headed to the training hall.
'Oh right. Reinforce the blue dagger relic.'
Radiant Ascension Furnace worked overtime today.
???
Days passed.
The blue dagger relic from Yuria's Mount Lurut reinforced faster than expected.
'She suggested testing on a slave, but... better I do it.'
I had Complete Recovery and Absolute Mind. No mental interference, revive on death, status cures.
'I'm perfect for experiments.'
Yuria explained usage.
Held blue dagger right hand, stabbed left. No blood. Pain vivid.
'Voice? No, a will. The relic's will?'
Figured it out. Pass relic trial for power-up. Why not just grant it?
'Fine. What trial?'
'No thanks. Fuck that.'
Yanked the dagger. One of two gems on hilt shattered.
Thud!
Heart exploding in my ears.
I slumped lifelessly in the chair.
"Fuck. That was close."
Cold sweat. Live as a eunuch? Insane. This world's one of many pleasure realms, packed with beauties to ravish. A week without Yuria's pussy, I'd go mad.
'Trials probably vary per person. Mine hit celibacy 'cause I'm horny. Whew. Chills thinking about that terrifying penalty...'
Called Yuria, explained, handed dagger.
"Don't use unless necessary. Fail or quit, you die. Plenty other ways to grow stronger."
Hoped she'd back out.
"...No, Master. I want to get stronger faster, even a little."
"..."
Her serious face killed my protests.
A bad feeling gnawed at me.
???
Next afternoon.
Strolling lazily down the hall, Melissa rushed up in panic.
"Master! Big trouble! The head maid... the head maid...!"
Haven't seen her this flustered in two years. My body froze. Yesterday flashed back. Dread gripped me.
"C-Calm down, Melissa. What's with Yuria?! What happened?! N-No way she's dead, right?!"
"N-No, she's not dead. Master, calm down first? Maybe stand up?"
"Stand? I'm standing."
"Your legs gave out; you're on the floor. Grab my hand."
Looked down—yep, collapsed.
Grabbed her hand, stood. Head spinning. I cared for Yuria, but this much? Bond level popped up. Maybe...
"Deep breaths."
"Hoo. Hoo. Hoo. Okay. Tell me. Yuria? Dead? If so, I'll revive her somehow...!"
"Not dead. Stop panicking. Head maid lost her memories."
"...For real?"
Better than death.
"Think I'd lie now? No surprise party. Memories gone. And..."
"And?"
"Weakened. Low-tier Aura Expert level."