Chapter 1316

<Chapter 1316> 1316. The Plum Swordmaster Reincarnated Into the Count’s Family

“I am Ruphus, Vice President of Panteum.”

Mellisa drew her sword from her waist.

“Vice President of Panteum… you’re a bigger deal than I thought. Do you usually get involved directly?”

Ruphus sighed.

“I don’t like getting directly involved either. But thanks to someone, Panteum is short-staffed, so I had no choice but to step in.”

“There aren’t many Demon Contractors, huh.”

“Demons are picky about people too. Not just anyone can become a Demon Contractor.”

“And where’s the President of Panteum? In the royal palace?”

“Yes, they’re in the royal palace. I was just exchanging messages with them… and they said there’s been an intruder. Since the president is a cruel person, it’s pitiful for the intruders. They won’t die easily. Ah, by any chance, is the intruder an acquaintance of yours, Your Grace? That’s unfortunate.”

“Hahahahaha.”

Mellisa burst out laughing loudly. Ruphus glared at Mellisa as his mood suddenly worsened.

“Why are you laughing?”

“It’s because you’re being so confident. You seem to think the President of Panteum is amazing… but the intruders are way out of their league. I can only imagine the president dying. Honestly, I don’t even know what the President of Panteum looks like.”

“Unbelievable. Laughing for such a trivial reason…”

“Because you don’t know her. If you knew her… you’d feel sorry for the President of Panteum.”

“That’s enough. I was hoping to exchange pleasantries and gather some decent information, but I’ll postpone that. If I kill you, King Dullibard will go crazy, so I’ll take you alive.”

Ruphus flicked his finger.

The demon behind him reacted. It puffed up its upper body and then roared toward Heaven. Like a wolf’s howl, the sound made Ruphus’ subordinates react. Their heads and bodies turned into beasts’. However, parts of their bodies were twisted—like having arms on their heads or human faces on their buttocks.

“The Beast Demon, Korkoz.”

“You know about Korkoz? Yes, it has the ability to turn people into beasts. Though there are conditions, I’m not going to tell you about them.”

“The condition is that it must eat the target’s fingers, right?”

“…How do you know that? You’ve clearly studied demons extensively.”

“It wasn’t me who studied demons. I just heard about it. I also know the weakness of beasts—they’re weak against silver.”

“That’s correct. Then, do you know this? Each beast is as strong as a knight. In other words, you have to face seventy beasts at the level of knights alone.”

“Terrifying.”

“Surrender. That’s the less terrifying option.”

“Do you not think things are going too smoothly for you?”

“……What do you mean?”

“Isn’t it strange that the leader of the rebellion is here all alone?”

“Are you saying this is your trap? I’ve already confirmed there’s no one around. Soldiers and knights have all rushed toward the royal palace. There’s no force left to help you.”

“I currently hold two identities. One is Duke Argen, the leader of the rebellion. The other is the leader of the AM unit under Eugene Frucus.”

“AM Unit?”


“What is this?”

“It’s something like this.”

The moment Melissa finished speaking, the space around her wobbled, and several people appeared.

Ruphus immediately realized they had arrived via some form of teleportation. It wasn’t magic—it was something else entirely.

“Probably an artifact.”

As Ruphus looked at the women who had appeared, he let out a hollow laugh. There were about thirty of them, all dressed in maid uniforms.

“Chivalry indeed. Not soldiers, but maids, huh? What can maids possibly do?”

“They’re not just any maids. They’re combat maids. We may look like delicate flowers in a greenhouse, but we’ve been through every kind of battle.”

Click.

The AM Squad maids aimed their assault rifles at the beasts. Completely ignorant of firearms, Ruphus still dismissed their calm demeanor and presence as meaningless—his creatures outnumbered them two to one; they’d tear these maids apart.

“Alright then. Dealing with you is giving me a headache. We’ll kill all the maids and take you alive.”

With a wave of his hand, Ruphus commanded the beasts. They charged toward the maids.

“Fire.”

Melissa gave the brief order.

The maids fired their weapons simultaneously. The muzzles of the assault rifles spat fire, showering the charging beasts with silver bullets.

“RRRAAAHHH!”

“GAAAAAHHHH!”

“KKIIIIIIEE!”

The beasts couldn’t evade the storm of silver bullets and collapsed, screaming in agony. If it had been regular ammunition, they might have ignored it and kept charging—but these were pure silver bullets, each engraved with special enchantments that amplified their effectiveness.

Ruphus could only stare dumbfounded as his seventy beasts never even reached the maids.

“What… what kind of weapon is that?”

“Guns. Tools designed to easily kill living things. Knights get caught off guard if they don’t know about them. And even if they do, without cover, they’re hard to deal with.”

“…All the projectiles were silver. Did you know my true nature?”

“No. We didn’t know yours specifically—we just always keep silver bullets ready.”

“I see. In that case, I’ll have to handle this myself. I don’t enjoy transforming into a beast, but… there’s no choice now.”

The demon behind Ruphus merged into his body. His physical form began to change—his snout protruded, his size increased, and thick black fur sprouted from his skin.

Thud!

A silver bullet flew from behind and embedded itself in Ruphus’ back, shaking him. More bullets followed, piercing his arm and thigh.

“GRAAAHHH!”

Ruphus fell to the ground, but no blood flowed from his wounds.

“We don’t have the patience to wait for your transformation.”

“W-where did those come from?!”

“We had snipers positioned on the mountain. Honestly, we could’ve blown your head off the moment you showed up. The reason we didn’t… well, you probably already know. You carry too much valuable information.”

Melissa turned to the surrounding maids.

“Good job, everyone.”

“Not at all, Leader! This was one of the easiest missions we’ve ever had.”

“Yeah, easier than last time when we assassinated that baron. Seriously, how many traps did that guy set up?”

“At least the teleportation scroll wasn’t wasted.”

“I’m going to grab some cake later—anyone want to join me?”

“I only eat chocolate cake.”

“Don’t you need a bath first before acting human again?”

In an instant, the area became lively with chatter. Despite knowing they were on a battlefield, Melissa felt her tension ease in their company.

“There might be more attacks. Go relax inside the tent or something. Use the teleportation scrolls freely—they’re our master’s property anyway. Snipers, sorry, but keep holding your positions.”

“Yes, ma’am!”

“Anyone bring tea?”

“I brought chocolate pie.”

The maids headed back into the tent. The surroundings grew quiet once more. Melissa gazed at the battlefield. Just then, the castle gates broke apart, and the soldiers cheered as they stormed inside.

Three figures appeared before Yuria, who had been waiting near the Blue Dragon.

The woman with loose light-brown hair…


Yuria was an old acquaintance of the sleeper.

Bazel.

She was a professor in the Department of Magic at Goldway Academy. A contractor of the Demon of Dreams, Lebus. Her left arm had been severed by Yuria in the past. But now, her left arm was perfectly intact.

She glared at Yuria with squinting eyes.

“Oh my. We meet here?”

“……Yes. It’s been a while. I will definitely take your life today.”

Bazel flinched and shivered. She forced a relaxed smile to hide her tension.

“Not as riled up as that time back then? Have you grown up a bit… Gyaah?!”

Thorns sprouted from Bazel’s shadow. Bazel screamed in shock and jumped up. If she had reacted just a moment later, her body would have been pierced through by the shadow thorns and died.

Yuria let out a small sigh of admiration.

“Hmph. I didn’t think you’d dodge. You’ve grown since then too.”

“You damn brat!”

Bazel gritted her teeth. The space around her began to warp. Yuria quietly grasped a single dagger.

“Bazel. Step back. If you die, the seal on the Blue Dragon will be broken. There will be no turning back then.”

A man stepped forward. His golden hair reached down to his waist. Quietly, Bazel stepped back upon hearing the man’s words. Secretly, she was relieved not to have to face Yuria herself.

“And who might you be?”

Yuria looked at the man. Though she already knew his identity, she didn’t show it.

“I am Wayne Laisis, the chairman of Pantheum. We know about you. Yuria Grace. Upon hearing that Bazel had been defeated by you, we gathered information on you. The results were surprising. Who would’ve thought that Eugene Frucase’s maid was actually Amzeal, the legendary assassin who wiped out the Hellbright Dukedom alone. When I heard that news, do you know how shocked I was?”

“I don’t care. The boy beside you… is not human but a demon.”

Next to Wayne stood a boy who looked about ten years old with an expressionless face.

“That’s correct. He is Rolf, the Demon of Lightning.”

“…So you reincarnated a demon into a human form?”

“Caught on quick, haven’t you? Impressive.”

“To call it a success seems dubious. Without the demon’s original body, what meaning does the reincarnation hold?”

“Still, his spirit and powers as a demon remain intact. Having succeeded in this life, he will continue to live eternally, reincarnating forevermore. He has become immortal.”

“How amusing.”

Contrary to her words, Yuria did not laugh. She simply had no interest in the demon’s reincarnation. She merely confirmed if the information from the original story was accurate.

Rolf distorted his lips at Yuria’s attitude.

“You don’t fear me at all. Laisis, is it alright if I kill this arrogant human?”

Wayne answered leisurely.

“Doesn’t matter to me.”

“Kuhahaha! I’ll kill you, arrogant human!”

Zzzziiiiip!

Rolf’s body transformed into a golden lightning bolt. The demon-turned-lightning charged toward Yuria at the speed of actual lightning.

Yuria casually waved her left hand as if shooing away a fly.

Yingtian Style Supreme Technique: Shadow Thunder.

A jet-black lightning bolt shot out from Yuria’s left hand, colliding with the golden lightning. The black lightning dissipated, but the golden one crashed into the ground. The golden lightning returned to its childlike form.

“Grrr… This, this can’t be… Me, a mere human’s thunder defeating me…!”

Transforming back into golden lightning, Rolf charged at Yuria again, faster than before. Yuria wrapped black lightning around her right foot and kicked the golden lightning like a soccer ball.

The kicked golden lightning smashed repeatedly into the ceiling, walls, and floor, before finally embedding deep into the ceiling. A beat later, Rolf reverted to his original form and fell limply to the ground. His breathing had stopped.

“Rolf!!!”

Wayne shouted and used his power toward Rolf. The one whose breath had ceased suddenly opened his eyes wide and sat up.

“AAAAAAHHHHHHH!”

Rolf roared. In response, golden lightning took over the surrounding space.

Yingtian Style Supreme Technique: Shadow Thunder.

A single streak of black lightning pierced through the golden lightning and embedded itself into Rolf’s chest, killing him instantly. Rolf collapsed.

“ROOOOOLLLLLFFFFF!!!!!”