Chapter 1315

<Chapter 1315> 1315. The Plum Swordmaster Reincarnated Into a Viscount Family

“Uh, can I really go in there?”

Yuria stayed outside due to having no connection with Priscilla. In other words, there were conditions to entering Priscilla’s spirit world.

“It depends on what Priscilla considers you as. I only had a brief conversation with her—she’s clearly a stranger to me. Charneul, however, is Priscilla’s disciple and has formed a deep bond with her, so Priscilla’s unconscious mind won’t reject him.”

I glared at the portal.

How does Priscilla see me?

To be honest, the time I’ve spent meeting and talking with Priscilla hasn’t been long—it wouldn’t even add up to a week.

But I’m the first man she’s had relations with. I’m the one who taught her the pleasures of sex.

“If it’s you, Master, it’ll be fine. Even dragons don’t forget their first partner, no matter what.”

“You’re right.”

After all, Priscilla is an insensate dragon. She wouldn’t possibly think of me, the one who made her feel pleasure for the first time, as just any ordinary person.

“But what happens if I get rejected? Will I die as soon as I enter?”

“The chance of death is low. You might get bounced out of the dream world or, if you’re lucky and don’t get ejected, you’ll probably just stay on the surface without reaching its deeper layers.”

“…Got it. I should buff up before going in. Yuria, bestow your blessing of luck upon me.”

Yuria stood there blankly for a moment before smiling softly.

“As you wish, Master.”

She approached me, wrapping her arms around my neck and slightly raising her heels. Then she kissed me. I held her waist and hips as we continued the kiss. Her lips parted, and her tongue entered. We exchanged saliva, our tongues intertwining. Instinctively, I squeezed her butt, causing her body to shiver.

“Hmm, uh… Mmnh…”

After three minutes of kissing, our lips finally parted.

I held her chin and admired her flushed face. It was the kind of sight that instantly stiffened my member, stirring intense sexual urges.

But there wasn’t time for sex with Yuria here and now. Entering the dream world was necessary since relying solely on Charneul made me uneasy. And our enemies could discover our infiltration at any moment.

To soothe the regret, I gave Yuria a quick peck on the lips.

“Yuria. I’ll be back.”

“Yes, Master. Please return safely.”

I stepped into the portal.

Scarlett smiled as she observed the battlefield. The war was unfolding exactly as she hoped. While allies kept dying endlessly, the siege against the city wall was progressing steadily.

She watched as the slave soldiers’ siege engines broke through the city gates. Normally, the demon guarding the fortress would have repaired them by now.

‘The war has been ongoing for 7 hours. They likely lack the strength to repair the walls and gates. Even demons aren’t infinitely powerful.’

Simply put, the enemy had reached their limit.


“Flashy Explosive Gadgets!”

Scarlett pulled out a small, innocuous-looking device—a smoke bomb. With a flick of her wrist, it hit the ground and erupted into a thick cloud of black smoke. The assassin coughed and stumbled back, momentarily disoriented.

“123 attempts? Nah, I just got really good at throwing distractions. And running. Lots of running.”

From the shadows of the smoke, Scarlett’s voice echoed with an almost mischievous tone. “But enough chit-chat! Let’s finish this before my ally over there decides to intervene. Golden Rose Knights are sticklers for protocol, you know?”

The assassin cursed under their breath, drawing twin daggers as the smoke began to clear. But in that brief moment of hesitation, Scarlett was already moving—fast. A swift kick to the chest sent the assassin flying backward, crashing into a pile of crates nearby.

“Phew! That was exhausting,” she said with a dramatic sigh, brushing off her pants as if she hadn’t just incapacitated a trained killer. “Now then… where were we? Oh yes, waiting for those pesky raiders to make their next move.”

She glanced up at the sky, now darkened by the rising plumes of smoke from the warehouse fire. Somewhere amidst the chaos, Floy continued her relentless assault on the adventurers, her golden aura shining like a beacon of destruction. Truly, the battlefield belonged to the knights—and perhaps, just perhaps, even to crafty strategists like Scarlett.


I have no idea what this thing is. It doesn’t feel like mana either, so it’s not a magical artifact.

“I cannot use magic. The assassin was simply ignorant, just like you.”

BANG!

The gun spewed fire. The bullet pierced the assassin’s forehead with pinpoint accuracy.

The assassin, who knew nothing about guns, couldn’t react. It was impossible to react when the bullet had already embedded itself in their forehead by the time the gunshot was heard.

The assassin’s fate was sealed the moment the barrel was aimed at them.

Scarlett turned her head. Floy’s battle was also drawing to a close.

“Floy, there’s a demon hiding nearby. A transparency demon named Gigure can make those around it invisible. It’s probably invisible itself right now.”

“Understood. If I know it exists, I can track it by its presence and kill it.”

“We must eliminate it. It’ll only cause trouble if we let it live.”

And 30 minutes later…

Floy found and killed a 50cm tall demon hiding in the bushes.

“The front gate has been breached! The enemy is panicking! Charge! Mages, focus on breaking the gate!”

Melissa shouted with all her might.

Her orders spread throughout the rebel army. The half-hearted attitude the rebels had toward the war changed. Their morale skyrocketed, piercing even the Heavens.

Eugene Prukas and Scarlett ran their army with whips and carrots. The whip was fear, and the carrot was plunder. Melissa was different. She ran the army with discipline and conviction. This was the result. The rebels didn’t fear charging. Behind their charge was their trust in Melissa.

Melissa said to Grouse Argent, who was clad in armor,

“Father, I leave the field to you. Duke Dulibard will capture and execute the Raffelis army. Father, you must seize the throne.”

Grouse Argent charged out with his knights. Right behind him was a young boy—Melissa’s younger brother, Berdo. Though too young for war, he participated to build achievements as the Crown Prince of the next Argen Kingdom. Grouse and the Knights would protect Berdo with their lives.

‘They don’t fear charging. That alone deserves some credit.’

Commander Melissa overlooked the battlefield from a high vantage point.

A group approached Melissa. She looked at them. They were officers and soldiers responsible for supply management, mixed with others from various units. Nearly seventy troops—a significant number.

“Did you come to chat with me? Looks like you’ve got time on your hands, Lord Draham.”

The limping man with the cane, Lord Draham, silently glared at Melissa.

“Did you know?”

“I suspected.”

“…Why did you leave me be until now? If I were you, I’d have eliminated spies first.”

“Even if we catch one spy, there could be another. And aren’t you competent? We’re short on manpower anyway. We must use everything at our disposal.”

“You’re impressive. You’re truly capable. So much so that it inspires admiration… But your arrogance has led you to failure. You should’ve gotten rid of me earlier.”

“In my opinion, the arrogant one is you. Do I look weak to you?”

“Yes. You look weak.”

That’s when it happened. Behind Lord Draham, a demon revealed itself. A muscular body with the head of a goat—a demon indeed.

“A demon contractor, huh…”

“Let me reintroduce myself.”

Lord Draham dropped the cane he held and straightened his hunched back. When he removed the ring on his finger, his face changed. The middle-aged man in his late forties transformed into a soft-featured man in his early thirties. Or rather, returned to his true form.

“I am Rufus, Vice President of Pantheum.”