Chapter 810
Chapter 810
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 810
Chapter Title: Reborn as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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Around midnight, Kyle stepped outside.
He felt stifled by the frustrating situation that refused to resolve and his thoughts of Yuria. Wondering if the cool night breeze might ease the tightness in his chest, he wandered slowly around the area.
"K-Kyle-nim!"
"Wh-what brings you here...?"
The soldiers he bumped into while wandering stiffened in surprise, snapping to attention. It was only natural—they were on guard duty when their supreme commander suddenly appeared.
"Relax. I couldn't sleep, so I just came out for a bit. I'll head back soon, so keep doing what you were doing."
"Y-yes, sir!"
Kyle let his feet carry him wherever. Before long, he found himself heading toward the woods. It wasn't deep forest; the soldiers' tents were right next door.
Walking into the woods calms my mind.
Memories of his past life surfaced.
When he couldn't sleep, he'd walk through the woods like this. He loved the quiet and the cool air. Sure, he'd often run into wild boars or other beasts, but with his martial arts training, they posed no threat.
Whoops... I've gone a bit too far. Time to head back.
As he turned to leave, he sensed movement ahead.
Kyle's face hardened. They were in the middle of a war. It could be enemy scouts probing their lines. He concealed his presence and crept forward stealthily. If they were foes, he'd capture them and turn the tables to extract information.
"How's it feel being out here? Nice and cool, right?"
"Yeah... Taking a night stroll with you like this feels refreshing and nice, honey."
Familiar voices.
His younger brother Eugene and Yuria.
Kyle felt his heart stop. A bad premonition surged through him. His body began to tremble. The truth he'd been denying, the reality he didn't want to face, was right before his eyes.
...Same as me. Couldn't sleep, so they came for a walk. Just a coincidence. I can go over, chat briefly, and we all head back together.
But instead of revealing himself, Kyle did the opposite. He hid his presence even more thoroughly, holding his breath as he approached slowly.
Eugene and Yuria sat at the base of a tree. More precisely, Eugene was sitting on the tree stump, with Yuria in her maid outfit perched on his lap, leaning into his embrace.
Kyle froze. His eyes widened as he stared at them. The atmosphere between them was anything but that of a master and servant. Their gazes held warmth. They were lovers.
He was witnessing a scene he never wanted to see, confronting a truth he refused to accept.
His chest tightened. It stung like a dagger lodged in his throat. Something foul festered in his heart.
What did Yuria just call Eugene...?
His mind was a mess. He couldn't recall what she'd said moments ago.
Eugene's left hand, which had been on Yuria's shoulder, gently caressed her cheek. Yuria didn't resist. Instead, she smiled softly, savoring his touch.
Seeing her smile, Kyle clenched his fist. Rage bubbled up—an inexplicable fury.
"Honey. I love you."
Kyle bit his lip.
"I love you too, Yuria."
Eugene and Yuria kissed. They closed their eyes, lips pressing together. Their mouths moved slowly, parting slightly as tongues intertwined.
Ten seconds passed, then thirty, then a full minute, but their kiss showed no sign of ending.
...I should congratulate them. As his brother, I need to bless Eugene and Yuria's relationship.
His right fist trembled violently. His nails dug deeper into his palm. That spot should be mine. I should be the one whispering love to Yuria, not Eugene. A vile emotion he wanted to bury kept rearing its head.
Ti-time to go. This isn't my place. Yuria will be happy with Eugene. If she's happy, that's enough for me. I'm... fine with that.
He tried to look away. If he slipped back quietly to his tent and slept, that would be it. He'd planned to confess to Yuria after the war, but now he could let it go. Bury his feelings, and no one would ever know.
Then he noticed Eugene's right hand moving. It slid toward Yuria's breast. His large hand grasped her ample chest, fingers kneading it.
"Nngh... Hnng..."
A soft moan escaped Yuria. Kyle, hyper-focused, heard it clearly.
Their lips finally parted, a silvery thread stretching before snapping.
Kyle hoped Yuria would get angry. He wanted her to slap Eugene for groping her without permission and run away. He imagined Eugene yelling in fury, them fighting, and himself stepping in to knock Eugene down before whisking Yuria away.
But reality dashed his hopes. Yuria wrapped her arms around Eugene's neck.
"Ahng... Feels good... Honey, touch me more."
Eugene's hand slid lower. From kneading her breast, it moved to her thigh, then slipped under her skirt.
"Yuria. Can I touch you here too?"
"It's fine. Touch me anywhere you want. I'm... yours, honey."
Eugene's hand moved inside her skirt, from thigh to deeper within.
Blood trickled from Kyle's lips and hands. He'd gripped too hard. Eyes bulging, he watched Eugene's actions. Unfortunately, the skirt hid exactly what his hand was doing.
"Yuria, you're so hot and wet down here."
"Haang! D-don't put your fingers in...!"
"You sure?"
"I-it's okay. Touch me however you want. Hnng...! Your fingers feel so good, honey."
Squelch. Squish.
A sticky sound came from under Yuria's skirt.
"Honey... Kiss me... Kiss me more..."
"You really love kissing, don't you, Yuria? How many times today?"
"But... kisses feel too good."
"Can't argue with that. Open wide."
"Yesss."
Smack. Slurp.
Squish. Squelch.
Eugene and Yuria kissed again. His hand kept moving under her skirt. Yuria shuddered, focusing on the kiss.
Kyle grimaced and looked down. His erection strained against his pants. He squeezed his eyes shut.
Betrayal toward Yuria, jealousy toward Eugene, self-loathing. All of it churned, eating away at his heart.
Kyle turned and fled the scene. He retreated carefully at first, then broke into a run, using lightness skill to dash straight back to his tent. Blood dripped from his lips and palms.
He didn't wipe the blood. Instead of his bed, he sat cross-legged on the floor. To calm his shaking mind, he recited the incantation for the Purple Star Divine Art. But focus eluded him.
After hours of meditation, Kyle coughed.
"Cough."
Blood mixed with the cough. His eyes wavered.
No way... This is...!
Heart Demon.
Qi deviation. Not life-threatening yet—just the initial stage. His qi pathways were slightly tangled.
...Pushing further in this state will worsen the deviation. I need to subdue the heart demon and recuperate somewhere safe.
But war raged on. He couldn't retreat easily. Kyle gritted his teeth.
I glanced at Kyle's retreating back while kissing Yuria. From midway, he hadn't hidden his presence at all.
"Honey...?"
"Yuria. Let's head back."
"Okay, honey."
Yuria replied but didn't stand. My right hand was still under her skirt.
I pulled it out. My middle and ring fingers glistened with clear fluid. I slipped them into my mouth to taste Yuria's essence.
"H-honey...!"
Yuria blushed and grabbed my shoulder. I grinned mischievously.
"Tastes delicious."
"Ugh... I-I want to taste your cock too, honey."
"I'll let you have your fill once we're back."
I took Yuria's hand. Just that made her beam with joy.
On the way back to the tents, I thought about Kyle.
I can guess how he'll react... He'll probably give up on Yuria. Could've toyed with him a bit more for fun, but... whatever.
I'd never planned to use Yuria to manipulate Kyle anyway. His feelings for her were unexpected. But we're still brothers—that doesn't change.
Back in my warm bed, Yuria and I rolled around naked.
The soldiers bustled about, using tools to load boulders onto the trebuchets one by one. Scarlet directed them with firm command. Hard to believe she'd lost her virginity just yesterday—she was all business.
Of course, I watched from afar. Kyle stood beside me, looking pale. Even standing still, cold sweat poured off him like he had a fever.
"Kyle-hyung. You okay? You look awful."
Kyle glanced at me. For a split second, his expression twisted, then returned to normal.
"I'm fine. It's a matter of the heart."
"Heart? Can I help?"
"...No. I can handle it alone. By the way, I haven't seen Yuria since earlier."
"Oh, she's sleeping right now."
"It's almost lunchtime, and she's still asleep?"
"Must be exhausted."
"...Stayed up till dawn, huh."
"Yeah, something like that."
"......"
Kyle opened his mouth, closed it, repeated. He wanted to say something but gave up and turned away.
The preparations dragged until evening. We planned to assault Marblot Fortress at dawn tomorrow.
The line of trebuchets fired. Boulders launched into the air, splashing into the river.
The enemy caught on quick, using magic to deflect rocks or hurling fireballs at the trebuchets in fierce resistance.
But their interference meant little. Mages weren't exclusive to them.
Boom! Crash!
The boulders piled up, forming a makeshift bridge across the river. Scarlet signaled me. I shot to my feet and shouted.
"Charge the fortress!!"
Three thousand slave soldiers screamed—half in terror, half in battle cry—as they rushed forward.
Probably terror.
They weren't stupid; they knew what awaited them. But they couldn't stop. They were slaves. No choices. And their master—me—had ordered them to die, so die they would.
The slaves died.
Shot by arrows, tripping to their deaths, drowning, blasted by spells. Their corpses filled the boulder gaps, creating a bridge of flesh.
"This... This is insane. Eugene! How do you plan to bear the weight of their deaths?!"
Kyle beside me was drenched in cold sweat. He didn't look right. I wondered if he'd caught food poisoning.
"Hyung, slaves died like slaves. Any losses from their deaths can be replaced with victory."
"......Do you think the same of Yuria?"
"Why bring up Yuria out of nowhere?"
"Answer me!!"
Kyle glared at me.
I sighed and replied.
"She's nothing like them. But... she's mine all the same."
"......I'm confused."
"What're you talking about?"
I didn't understand, so I asked. Kyle didn't respond. He donned his armor and mounted his horse.
"All units, prepare to charge!"
Kyle readied himself to gallop out.
The bridge across the river was complete. The real siege began. My elite troops and Kyle's army charged. Kyle's knights scaled the walls, breached inside, seized the gates, and flung them open.
Cavalry thundered toward Marblot Fortress.
"My lord. A chance for glory. Grant me permission to charge."
Floyd approached me. The battle ahead had him fired up. I shook my head.
"...Nah. I've got enough merits already."
I crossed my arms, lost in thought.
Kyle had changed. I couldn't pinpoint how or where exactly, but something felt off. Last night's events must've hit him hard.
I couldn't tell if this would be a boon or a poison.