Chapter 90
Chapter 90
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 90
Chapter Title: Reincarnated as the Plum Blossom Sword Master in a Count's Family
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It was morning.
I was having a simple breakfast of cereal mixed with milk when Elaine's troops arrived in the village.
Over a hundred soldiers had come—a much larger force than expected. I was genuinely surprised.
The soldiers and knights got right to work loading the bandits into the transport wagons, as if it were routine. The bandits' faces were pale with terror; they knew exactly what fate awaited them. And what might come after.
"Young master. We have a visitor."
I was sitting in a chair inside, waiting for departure preparations, when a knock came followed by Hasent's voice.
I almost spoke casually as his employer but caught myself. A visitor meant others were around.
"Come in."
The door creaked open.
The man who entered with Hasent appeared to be in his thirties. He had silver hair, a lanky build, and a fox-like face.
The moment he saw me, his eyes curved into crescents as he smiled and bowed deeply at the waist.
"This lowly commoner, Trevire Blurk, pays his respects to Eugene Prukus."
I recognized the name.
"You're the branch chief of the Pterus Information Guild."
"Yes, that's correct."
He straightened up as he spoke. I stared at Trevire for a moment before turning my head aside.
"Head butler. How are the preparations?"
"Almost done, sir. Five more minutes. I've packed your new sword as well."
My new sword—Yuria.
I turned back to Trevire.
"You have exactly five minutes. Finish your business within that."
"Oh dear, no time to spare. I was hoping to chat idly with you, Eugene, but straight to the point it is."
"So, what's the point?"
"We're terribly sorry, Young Master Eugene. This commission was a complete failure on our Information Guild's part."
As expected. I'd figured the branch chief would apologize somehow. But I hadn't anticipated a personal visit. I'd commissioned them through Hasent; I'd never dealt with them directly. Hasent wouldn't have revealed details about me... so they'd inferred it.
'No. On second thought, it wouldn't be hard to figure out. I came straight to Artel Village and wiped out the Pfrek Bandits myself.'
I eyed Trevire. That crescent-eyed smile was seriously annoying. And there was a good chance he'd also guessed that I'd discreetly hired a torture specialist.
I couldn't afford to make enemies of the Information Guild. The best move was to accept moderate compensation and move on. Trevire knew that too, which was why he'd come.
"I'm not interested in mere words of apology."
"Since it was our mistake, compensation is only natural. We'll refund the full commission fee, of course, and on top of that, provide one piece of Special-Grade intelligence for free."
Special-Grade meant information worth over 100 million Ner—and the kind not sold casually even for that price.
'Jackpot.'
For reference, in the original story, Ultra Special-Grade intel was about existing dragons. Someday, I'd need urgent information.
"Fine. I'll let your blunder slide this once."
"A generous decision. Thank you."
"Is that all?"
They say not to linger in conversation with Information Guild members. They gather intel on you.
Trevire didn't look like the ordinary sort. I had no desire to deal with him longer than necessary.
"One more thing. I heard you captured one of our Guild's traitors alive. Could you hand him over to me?"
"Impossible."
I stated firmly.
I held the life-and-death rights over the 32 captives, but they all belonged to Yuria. Handing even one to Trevire would void my deal with her.
"It's a rare traitor surfacing after so long. We need an example. I'll pay for it. 10 million Ner. How's that?"
"I said impossible."
"...What if I throw in a free Special-Grade intel?"
"Are you mocking me?"
I scowled. The immediate gains paled compared to my relationship with Yuria. I had no intention of betraying her.
"...My apologies. Then, 5 million Ner for the traitor's corpse."
"That works. But is that traitor's body worth that much?"
"The example factor I mentioned earlier... plus our Guild's own customs for handling traitors."
"Fine."
I didn't pry deeper. Traitors' fates were obvious. No interest there.
"When's the execution scheduled?"
"Who knows. A month from now? Or maybe years."
"...You're a scary man, Young Master Eugene."
I just chuckled.
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In the carriage with Hasent, I decided Yuria's fate.
First, she'd become my exclusive maid. In the original story, Yuria was a woman without blood or tears.
She claimed to devote everything to me, but words were cheap. She wasn't trustworthy enough to keep in sight, and the Helbritt Ducal House was a concern too.
Hasent would vouch for Yuria's identity: a distant relative's daughter. He'd discovered her living in poverty after monsters raided her village and brought her in. That backstory.
Elaine would trust Hasent's word—he'd served the family for years—and the head maid had less authority than him anyway.
I asked Hasent to teach Yuria assassination techniques. He nodded readily, saying her eyes appealed to him.
In the process, I learned Hasent wasn't just an assassin—he was a shadow mage.
'Shadow magic... That's the magic Yuria used in the original story.'
Were Hasent and Yuria master-disciple in the original after his retirement?
'...The author's dead, so who knows.'
Possible. Unspecified parts get filled arbitrarily.
'Teach her Yeongcheon-ryu too.'
Yeongcheon-ryu could be considered assassination swordsmanship too.
And I was curious how far the world's top acknowledged genius could go.
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The moment I returned to the mansion, I greeted Elaine and headed to the bath with Yuria.
The Prukus family bath was luxurious; I bathed almost daily. This was one area superior to my real-world home.
I brought Yuria not just to wash her, but to have her attend me.
'As my exclusive maid, she has to handle my baths.'
Crucial duty—training starts now.
There were dedicated bath maids, but they were old, so I'd refused.
I stripped haphazardly in the bath. Servants would clean up later; Hasent would bring fresh clothes soon.
"Undress."
I told Yuria, who stood blankly.
"...Yes."
She knew her place. After a slight hesitation, she began shedding her ragged clothes. I watched, arms crossed.
Soon, we faced each other naked. Yuria couldn't meet my eyes, head bowed, cheeks flushing. Embarrassed, naturally. First time—she'd get used to it.
I scanned her body from head to toe.
Her filthy rags suggested a filthy body, but surprisingly, it wasn't that bad.
"When was your last bath?"
"Two months... ago."
That tracked.
My gaze drifted to her chest.
'Described as huge in the original... She'll get there, right?'
Pink nipples. The problem: no breasts at all. Not even AA-cup. Ribs protruded where they should be.
Waist incredibly thin, pelvic bones jutting below.
'...She's so starved it's pitiful.'
Her pubic area: faint silver grass. Too sparse to grab with fingers.
'Silver hair means silver down there too.'
Beneath: tight pink slit.
Legs: bones mostly.
'...Yeah. No reaction down there.'
Future potential unknown, but not my type now.
"Follow me."
"Yes, Master."
I led her to the mirror wall. Beside it, a marble channel carried warm water to the tub.
'Some magic tool? Always fascinating.'
This world shed its primitiveness with magic. Sewage was flawless.
"Wait here."
"Yes."
I fetched my smartphone. Carefully avoiding water, I pulled items from inventory—modern bath supplies from a quick reality trip.
Sat Yuria on a common shower stool.
'This world has advanced bathing culture... Maybe only shampoo sells?'
Even that might flop; the Magic Tower sold hair-specific soaps.
"Um, Master."
"Yeah?"
"I can bathe myself."
"This is a demonstration. I'll do it once, so watch closely. Next time, you do me."
"...Yes. Understood."
I ladled water over her head with a basin. Ash rinsed out, revealing her true hair color.
Not my first time washing a woman. I'd done all sorts in the Vampire Detective world.
I shampooed her hair, repeating three times. The dry strands were gone.
"Oh. Pretty hair."
The silver-blue locks exceeded imagination. I reached out, fiddling with them.
"...Mother said the same, but I hate this hair."
"Because of the Helbritt Ducal House?"
"Yes. I once tried cutting it."
"Failed, huh. Length doesn't match."
"Mother stopped me."
"Why?"
"...She didn't say. I guess... she wanted me to live like a normal girl."
I lathered body wash on a washcloth and scrubbed her.
'This is kinda fun.'
Grime vanished with each stroke. Visible cleanliness brought a strange satisfaction.
I kept chatting while washing her. Conversation built trust—it didn't stack blindly. And I needed her intel.
"You read books? Must've been pricey. How'd you get them?"
"Only a few. Worn-out ones barely readable."
Yuria was literate, knew some history, basic math.
"Mana breathing from your mother?"
"Yes. After learning it, I stopped fainting from hunger. Could move too."
"Current level?"
"Two weeks ago, I reached peak Aura User."
"R-Really."
Peak Aura User!
She clearly hadn't lived normally... Confirmed world's top genius.
"What'd she teach? Swordsmanship?"
"Some swordsmanship, but mostly survival. Escaping humans and monsters, edible plants and mushrooms, herbs. What to do when cold. City cautions, ah..."
She stopped. My palm was washing her privates.
'Sensitive spot—gotta use the palm.'
But her reaction was fiercer than expected. Eyes darting, body shrinking and trembling. Yet arms and legs stayed put, no pushing—commendable.
'...Fun idea. Shave her pubes and compare growth to mine. Mine started a month ago too. Growth battle! Though with my high virility stat, I'll win.'
I eyed her quivering form. More sensitive than thought.
'As expected. Clitoris as her erogenous zone.'
I didn't stop. Purely washing. Proof: no erection.
"Keep your pussy clean—it's sensitive."
"...Y-Yes."
Still, the reaction seemed off. No intent to caress; just washing motions.
"Yuria. Ever masturbated?"
"Nngh... M-Masturbate? What's that?"
I stopped. Already clean. Her body rapidly calmed.
"...You know what sex is?"
"Learned it. Sex is sexual intercourse between man and woman."
I probed details. Proper sex ed, it seemed. Makes sense—pregnancy risk demands it.
'Yeah. No masturbation knowledge fits. Mothers don't teach daughters that.'