Chapter 17
Chapter 17
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 17
Chapter Title: Preparations for the Military Parade (4)
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I turned to Uriel, who was staring at me with bewildered eyes, and said,
"Impressive swordsmanship."
It wasn't some random nonsense. Even I, who knew nothing about swordsmanship, could glimpse her skills through the Ordinary Mana Knight trait.
Still, it was just a B-rank mana knight trait, not quite at the aura knight level yet. Seeing high-difficulty aura techniques would probably be beyond it for now.
Even so, this trait let me clearly discern the direction her swordsmanship was aiming for.
As expected of the Reinhardt bloodline, the famed swordsmanship family—it didn't go anywhere.
'To think someone with this kind of talent was wasting it on half-baked art. Julian.'
The name of the sword technique Uriel had just performed naturally surfaced in my mind.
Lion Heart Sword. It was a technique frequently mentioned in Demon King's Son, created by an ancestor of the Reinhardt family several generations back as a formal sword form.
A high-level technique that pierced the essence of the sword. The Lion Heart Sword wasn't only used as the standard form for the Essenmont troops but was still practiced by the elite knights of the White Night Knights.
"What are you talking about all of a sudden, my lord?"
Uriel looked at me with an incredulous expression. Our eyes met. I immediately activated the Ordinary Incubus trait.
And in front of her, I expounded at length.
"Weren't you demonstrating the first form of the Lion Heart Sword? Though you added a slight variation from the standard movements. Probably because men and women differ in strength. You were trying to boost the power through changes and speed, right?"
For a moment, Uriel fell silent. Unlike Eirin, she didn't seem skilled at hiding her expressions.
It was the look of someone who'd been precisely called out.
But she didn't admit it easily.
"What do you mean? That's unexpected, my lord. You don't know much about swordsmanship. Unless it's that incomprehensible art you always boast about."
"You're underestimating me. Well, you'll find out soon enough. That I too possess the eyes and blood of Reinhardt."
"Then you would have shown it long ago. At last year's military parade or at the Pantheon."
"This year will be different. And for that, I need your help."
Uriel replied,
"Mana Stimulation... is that what you mean?"
"Yes. I know you've heard about it from His Excellency today."
"Indeed. The Border Count personally asked me. Technically, mana stimulation is a knight's duty to those with talent, but..."
Uriel gave me a suspicious glance.
"Didn't you use mana stimulation as an excuse to toy with the other lady knights of the White Night Knights, my lord?"
"That was a past mistake. It won't happen again. His Excellency must have told you."
"I heard that if you ever toyed with them again, you'd face his direct punishment. Is that true?"
"Yes. It's no lie, so believe me."
"I was going to do it anyway. As a knight of the White Night, I can't refuse the Border Count's orders."
"I see. Thank you."
She wore a nonchalant expression, but she agreed to help me readily enough.
'That went easier than expected. It wasn't easy in Demon King's Son.'
Julian had proposed a fling to Uriel and been rejected, creating bad blood between them. That strained relationship had been one factor raising the game's difficulty.
In Demon King's Son, Julian's mana stimulation could only be done through female knights. With an ordinary one, you'd get about 10 MP starting mana.
But with a beauty like Uriel, you could gain a much higher 40 MP.
Naturally, that gap made a huge difference in difficulty later on.
Thus, I secured Uriel's permission for now.
The first session would be early tomorrow morning, when pure mana was at its peak. We'd scheduled it in the baths at the Border Count's residence.
That night.
The mana stimulation was tomorrow, but to double its effects, I was preparing something in advance.
As I diligently checked the trait details via the system, a knock came at the door.
"Young master. It's Eirin."
"Come in."
Eirin entered. Not in her usual maid outfit, but in the body-concealing robe from before.
Seeing her reminded me—I'd forgotten to tell her beforehand.
"I've come to attend to you tonight."
"Wait. Sorry, Eirin. No night service tonight. I forgot to mention it."
For a moment, Eirin's eyes widened. Uncharacteristically, she asked back.
"Why not?"
The look of someone who'd been expecting something and was now disappointed. Could Eirin have been looking forward to it?
'Her behavior at the clothing shop too. Maybe Eirin is secretly the proactive type.'
An Eirin like that would drive me wild. Unfortunately, I had to hold back tonight. It was time to test the trait awakened through the Demon King's Heir title.
"It's nothing. I'm just a bit more tired than usual. You should rest too—it's late."
"...Yes, young master."
Eirin turned to leave, her figure somehow fragile, stirring an urge to rush over and hug her.
But tonight, I needed to save my semen for the Ordinary Incubus trait.
'If things got started with Eirin, I'd squeeze myself dry.'
Eirin left my room.
Midnight was when tonight's work would begin. I had some time until then.
I used the interval to sort out Julian's complicated family tree in my head.
"Demon King... Demon King's Heir."
Before thinking about Julian's father, Demon King Lucifer, I recalled his mother, Saintess Agnes's backstory.
Saintess Agnes. Her real name was Agnes von Reinhardt, the only child of Border Count Wilhelm of Essenmont.
Wilhelm had no concubines. Agnes's birth mother was his sole wife.
Of course, Wilhelm knew the weight of the Reinhardt name well. He'd seriously pondered producing an heir.
'You don't necessarily need marriage to have a child. He did his best, in his own way.'
But the thick Reinhardt bloodline made conception difficult. And the few children born all died young.
Thus, Wilhelm's only surviving child was his one and only daughter, Agnes.
Regrettably, though of Reinhardt blood, Agnes had no talent for the sword. Instead, her divine power was exceptional.
So Agnes became a priestess of Roya, the war god revered alongside the main god Zeddin by the people of Essenmont, rather than a knight.
She later awakened as a saintess and became a legend, traversing countless battlefields against the invading demonkin.
'Reinhardt blood is Reinhardt. They feared not death even in the bloodiest fields.'
Thus, she was revered as the Saintess of the Battlefield. For such a woman to bond with the enemy leader, the Demon King, was a massive contradiction.
But knowing the details, it wasn't that contradictory.
'No one in the world knew Julian's true father was the Demon King. Except his birth mother, Agnes.'
The publicly known father of Julian was a bard named Riel, a genius minstrel as renowned across the continent as Saintess Agnes.
That Riel's true identity was Demon King Lucifer in disguise. And the child from their brief encounter was Julian.
The romance between the saintess and the bard was still talked about endlessly. But no one knew Riel was the Demon King.
'Naturally. How could anyone guess?'
So in this world where Agnes was long dead, I alone knew. All the details of their affair and the fine points, thanks to Demon King's Son's DLC.
But no need to dwell on all that now. The key was that the powers from those two inherent in Julian's blood didn't clash.
'Even the Reinhardt blood.'
If I could unlock the full potential of this bloodline by the new war in the late story—like in Demon King's Son—I'd surely survive.
No, to avoid the bad ending, I had to.
"Then, for the optimal mana stimulation. Time to get ready."
I turned off the light and lay in bed. Thinking of Uriel's subtle allure from earlier that day, I aroused myself.
Of course, this wasn't just for a pathetic wank before bed. Now that I knew the pleasures of sex, I wouldn't settle for that.
Embarrassing as it was, this was one of the activation conditions for the Ordinary Incubus trait.
I kept stimulating myself to maintain the erection until I finally fell asleep.
I was now inside someone's dream. The owner was the knight Uriel.
If it were a higher-rank incubus trait, I wouldn't need this tedious preparation. But for now, no choice.
B-rank trait Ordinary Incubus. To enter Uriel's dream with it required several preconditions.
First: Encounter the target during the day and plant a suggestion. I'd satisfied that at the training grounds.
There, I'd spoken to her at length, keeping her eyes locked on my gaze.
Second: Know the target's sleeping quarters and be nearby. Uriel was staying inside the Border Count's residence, so that was met naturally.
Last: Fall asleep while thinking of her and performing something like masturbation. Ejaculating would fail it.
The conditions were more complex than other traits, but the effect was reliable. Finish the job in the dream right, and the reward was huge.
Simply put, appear in her dream beforehand to heighten the sensitivity for tomorrow's stimulation.
'That aside, a training ground even in her dream? She's obsessed with the sword.'
I floated through the air toward the training grounds, where sharp shouts echoed. It really felt like being a demon—an incubus, specifically.
No, I was one right now. The Demon King's blood had made me so.
"Ahng... Haht... Aht..."
But the sounds from the training grounds were off. What I'd thought were kiais were actually Uriel's moans—not of pain, but ecstasy.
I peeked over the wall at her secretly.
"Haaht... Ah... Feels... so weird... Haa..."
Uriel was naked in the training grounds. Her nude form and the longsword she gripped came into view.
No, not just gripping it.
She was frantically rubbing her intimate area against the sheathed longsword.
"Huuung... So long... and thick... and hard... Haaang... Love it... Aang... ♡"
It was utterly unlike her usual strict self. Her eyes were glazed, fully immersed in the pleasure of masturbation.
She'd been at it with the sword for a while, it seemed. The sheath's surface was slick with her lewd juices.
True to her mastery of her body, she ravaged the sheath mercilessly.
She looked not like a promising knight of the honorable White Night Knights, but a depraved ronin bitch. Like a Vegas stripper.
'Whoa... I never imagined it'd be like this.'
I recalled the detailed description of the Ordinary Incubus trait from the system.
If the incubus suggestion succeeded properly,
The suggested target would reveal in their dream the secret desires they'd hidden deep inside that night.
'Uriel's a sword fetishist?'
Well, the Uriel I knew from Demon King's Son did have that personality. The sheath between her legs, rubbing away.
This time, Uriel wedged it between her breasts, rubbing her plump, shapely mounds against it wildly.
"Haaang... Count... no, handsome Lord Julian... A lady knight's... breasts are soft too... Haaang... Like it? How is it?"
And unexpectedly, a familiar name slipped from her lips amid her ecstasy.
'Me, out of nowhere?'
She was prickly toward me. So I couldn't believe it.
Using incubus and knight traits together must've amplified the suggestion. I silently watched her sheath masturbation.
"Reinhardt... famed sword house... seed... into this lady knight's pussy... tight and toned... trained firm... pussy..."
Human hidden desires are something else. Peeking at a secret I shouldn't know felt strangely thrilling.
But now that I was here, no way was I leaving. And I was an incubus now.
I felt my erect cock asserting itself insistently between my legs.
I revealed myself before Uriel.
"L-Lord... Count?"
Uriel's hazy eyes suddenly sharpened.