Chapter 802
Chapter 802
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 802
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Guard in the Count's Family
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"It might sound harsh, but the head maid losing her memories could be a good thing for you, my lord. You rely on her too much. I know she's incredibly capable, but our liege is you, not the head maid. You think, and you decide."
"……."
Floy was right. It was my army. I was the one who should decide its direction. I pondered it over. I even asked Floy in detail about Viscount Juliad and Baron Marvelot.
"My lord, one piece of advice. We don't need to be the stars of the victory. Just arriving on time completes our mission."
It was a reminder not to obsess over winning.
Of course it'd be great to win. We'd get proper rewards for the victory. But Gent and Kyle were my rivals. There was no reason to help my rivals.
"…We're heading to Baron Marvelot's territory."
"Supporting Kyle, then? Why?"
"I have no intention of sacrificing my army for their victory. Gent's the type who'd try to command my forces on his own. Even if we went to support him, he'd act like it was only natural, and I wouldn't hear a word of thanks. Kyle's different from Gent. He'd feel grateful for our support and wouldn't try to use my army arbitrarily."
"Understood. Now the only question is how many troops to take."
"We'll bring the full Golden Rose Knight Order. Without your knights, the army's just a bunch of scarecrows."
"How many soldiers?"
"5,000. 2,000 elite soldiers. The rest slaves."
"I'll handle the rest. We march tomorrow afternoon."
Floy stood up. Before leaving, she asked me,
"If the head maid can't work, won't there be chaos in the mansion?"
"That'll be fine. A few years ago, maybe not, but now the mansion runs smoothly even without Yuria."
"Guess it was needless worry."
There were plenty of excellent maids, if not quite on Yuria's level. Noblewomen, merchants' daughters, former administrators, and so on. Yuria had solidified the mansion's systems, so there wouldn't be any issues. In fact, lately, all Yuria did was simple checks and confirmations.
Floy left.
I remained seated, lost in thought. Not about the war, but about Yuria.
Yuria's definitely undergoing the relic's trial. So… what could the condition for passing it be?
This was the least clear part.
When I'd used a relic before, my trial had been abstinence. But I had no idea how long I needed to hold out to pass it. I'd given up on the trial before it told me the passing condition.
If Yuria's trial requires her to spend several years in a weakened, amnesiac state… Sigh. Whatever. It doesn't matter. I'll have to scrap the plan to wield a Grand Master Yuria, but she's still my woman—that hasn't changed.
What if the amnesiac Yuria wanted to leave me? I had zero intention of letting her go.
If she forgot I'm her master, I'll just remind her.
???
Yuria, who had collapsed on the basement training hall floor, opened her eyes. She stared blankly at the ceiling for a while before sitting up.
…Who am I?
She remembered nothing. Not her name, her age, why she was here, or why she was wearing these clothes. She knew absolutely nothing.
Frustration mingled with fear. She stood and calmly looked around. It was a vast space, weapons hanging on the walls—she vaguely realized this was a training hall.
Yuria walked across the floor. Her initially unsteady steps soon found their balance. The awkwardness faded. She opened the door and stepped out. She carried no weapon. She felt no sense of danger.
Climbing the stairs at the door led to the first-floor corridor.
Through the window, she saw the garden. A woman with golden hair and long, pointed ears was tending it.
I don't know.
She had no memory of this place or who that woman was.
Yuria walked slowly down the corridor, hoping to jog her memory. Would stepping outside the building help?
"Head maid!"
A woman's voice called from behind. Yuria didn't realize it was her and kept walking blankly.
"Head maid! Head maid! Don't ignore me!"
Yuria stopped. Realizing she was being called, she slowly turned around. A maid clutching a mop came running up. Her pink bob hair swayed softly.
"Head maid! I finished cleaning the annex corridor. Can I play now? I wanna go to the pool. Okay?"
"Um…."
Yuria spoke cautiously. The maid tilted her head. This was very different from the usual head maid.
"Is my name Head Maid?"
"……?"
"Don't you know me? Please tell me who I am."
The maid frowned. She'd been in the mansion over a year, but this was a first.
"Don't joke around. Head maid. Did I do something wrong? Ah, the young master made you do something weird again, right?"
"I'm sorry… I don't remember anything…."
"Sigh. The young master's into weird play again…."
"……."
The maid tilted her head. The atmosphere was off. Normally, she'd burst into embarrassed laughter by now.
The maid's face hardened. There was a way to tell if Yuria was joking. It was simple.
"Eugene Prucker is a horny monkey bastard who only knows how to fuck around."
"……?"
"N-No way! I straight-up insulted the young master, and the head maid isn't scolding me?!"
Normally, Yuria would sternly reprimand even mild insults to Eugene. But now, she wasn't angry—she just looked confused.
"H-Head maid. You really lost your memories? What's my name?"
"Sorry. I don't know."
The shocked maid backed away, then gasped dramatically and screamed,
"The head maid has amnesia!!!"
Her voice echoed through the annex. Maids working nearby rushed into the first-floor corridor.
"What prank is it this time?"
"Jeez. The head maid has amnesia… It's so ridiculous, now I'm curious what's going on."
"It's gotta be the young master's doing anyway. Last time, I saw him caught by the head maid in knight play with my own eyes."
"Caught knight…? Now I'm curious about the head maid in that getup too."
"The young master was the one caught as the knight."
"…For real?"
Maids gathered around Yuria. Their maid uniforms were similar overall but varied slightly. Some emphasized the chest, others the hips and legs. The common thread: all were beauties.
Yuria stepped back slightly. No danger, but being surrounded by unfamiliar faces from her lost memories made her tense.
The maids encircled Yuria, firing questions like a machine gun. Flustered, Yuria tried to answer as best she could. Through it, she learned about herself.
Her name was Yuria Grace.
The trusted head maid of this mansion.
And Eugene Prucker, the mansion's master and lord of all the maids.
Eugene… Prucker…
Yuria repeated his name. It stuck with her more than her own.
"What's this crowd? Head maid's here too. Got some fun gossip?"
A tall maid, nearly 175cm, with long dark blue hair appeared. It was Melissa. Her sharp eyes gleamed with interest.
"Melissa!"
"Captain Melissa!"
"Melissa sis!"
The maids called her by various affectionate titles. Melissa was one of the mansion's most popular figures. "Captain" because she led the AM squad.
The maids explained Yuria's situation, and Melissa's face grew serious as she dashed off.
"Th-This is no joke. I'll fetch the young master! Stay here!"
She ran, soon returning with Sung Yu-jin. The maids parted immediately for him. As the mansion's highest authority arrived, Yuria tensed and stared.
Thump thump.
Just taking in his appearance made her heart race wildly. So intensely she could barely breathe. Fear? No. It didn't feel bad enough to be fear.
"Yuria! You really lost your memories? Don't you remember who I am?"
Sung Yu-jin grabbed her shoulders. Yuria flinched. Her heart pounded faster. Was it going to burst?
"I… I don't know. I can't remember anything…."
After that, she talked with Sung Yu-jin and placed her hand on his palm. Something flowed from his hand into her body and out again. They talked more.
Then Yuria noticed his aura shift slightly. His gaze burned hot as he looked at her.
"Hup…!"
He grabbed her shoulders and waist, pressing his lips to hers. Yuria instinctively clutched his shoulders to steady her buckling legs. His hot breath, slick saliva, and soft tongue invaded her mouth, wreaking havoc.
Smooch. Smooch. Kiss.
Her mind went blank. Her tongue responded to his on its own.
Ah, no…!
It wasn't revulsion. It felt too good, like she might lose herself. Reflexively, she pushed him away with all her strength. Sung Yu-jin stepped back.
In that brief moment, she caught his twisted expression, and her heart sank. Before she could say anything, he spoke with Melissa and left.
"Head maid. Follow me. I'll show you to your room for now."
"Um… what about the young master…."
"He's busy with work today, unlike usual. Probably war stuff. Wanna see him?"
"…Yes."
"You're still you, head maid. He'll call for you in a few hours, so relax and wait. Sort your feelings too."
Yuria followed her to a room in the main building. It was clean and spacious. Bed and furniture all lavish and luxurious. The bed especially was huge—room for five to sleep comfortably.
"I have work too, so I can't stay. If you're hungry or curious, ask any maid. They'll do anything for the head maid's request. Except leaving the mansion."
"…No. I don't feel like going out."
"Good. Need anything?"
"I'm fine."
Melissa left. Sitting on the bed, Yuria felt a strange mix of unfamiliarity and familiarity. She got up and explored the room.
Opening a wall corner revealed a pristine bathroom. The sink water flowed perfectly. Deeper in was a private shower.
Next, the wardrobe. Several standard maid outfits, plus dubious "maid" costumes with minimal coverage, nurse outfits, bunny girl suits, etc.
Yuria changed into a maid outfit from the wardrobe. It felt right, and wearing it was comfortable.
The vanity brimmed with cosmetics. She recognized a few, but most were mysteries. Same for the bookshelf—mostly unfamiliar.
She rummaged through the books. Hoping for a diary. No luck. Mostly tomes on specialized knowledge and magic.
The room's big, but weirdly sparse on stuff…
It was natural. Yuria normally stored important or frequently used items in her shadow. More convenient that way.
After inspecting the room, Yuria sat back on the bed, lost in thought.
Knock knock.
She snapped to.
"Yes, come in."
It was Kelly, the cleaning maid with short navy-blue hair and snow-white skin.
"Head maid. Heard you lost your memories from Melissa. Figured you wouldn't know where the dining hall is, so I came to get you. Let's go eat dinner."
"…Ah, okay."
Yuria went downstairs to the first-floor dining hall with Kelly. They ran into Melissa en route.
"Head maid and Kelly. Dinner time?"
"Yeah. You too, Melissa? You usually eat late."
"Yeah. Got stuff to handle in the head maid's place, so early tonight."
"War prep?"
"Among other things."
"Tough for you, Melissa."
Yuria couldn't focus on their talk. The black-green bobbed woman next to Melissa drew her eyes. Nella, crawling naked on all fours with a collar. Melissa held the leash, naturally.
"…What're you staring at."
"Ah, no, I mean…."
"Ugh, Nella! What's with that mouth?!"
Smack!
"Eek!"
Melissa slapped Nella's back, then bowed to Yuria.
"Sorry, head maid. Training a pet ain't easy. And this one's on her period today of all days… Anyway, I'll discipline her later. Forgive me."
"……."
Yuria was speechless. Even amnesiac her knew something was off.