Chapter 1319

<Chapter 1319> 1319. The Plum Swordmaster Reincarnated Into the Count’s Family

I entered Priscilla’s dream world.

First, I took a look around.

It was a bustling city filled with people. Everyone looked healthy and lively—it was a vibrant place.

‘Judging by the weather, this isn’t the northern region. More like central or southern… But the clothing and architecture styles are different from what I know.’

I lost interest quickly.

It didn’t matter where this city was or what era it was in. This is Priscilla’s dream world—a world rooted in her memories.

‘My job is simple: get out of this dream world with Priscilla.’

The way to do that? Make Priscilla realize she’s inside a dream.

‘There’s no other option.’

Capturing the Dream Demon who created this world and its contractor, Bezelle, to save Priscilla? Even if the demon could trap someone in their dreams, they couldn’t control every detail. And forcing the dream world to collapse might shatter Priscilla’s mind along with it.

‘To them, it probably didn’t matter whether Priscilla went insane or not. She was just meant to be a sacrifice anyway.’

I walked through the city. Sooner or later, the space around me would shift. That’s how these places work.

“A dragon!!”

One of the citizens shouted.

“Dragon?!”

“Where, where?!”

“There! It’s flying over there!”

A heavy rush of displaced air pushed against me as I tilted my head up to see the sky. My eyes widened at the sight of a Blue Dragon soaring above, easily stretching 50 meters long. It felt like watching an entire skyscraper glide through the air.

‘…Priscilla? No, this one looks different from the Priscilla I saw earlier. Darker scales… horns shaped differently too.’

The dragon disappeared almost instantly.

What shocked me more was the reaction of the people around me. Instead of panicking, the citizens merely seemed surprised. Once the dragon vanished, life returned to normal as though nothing had happened. From their behavior, I realized exactly which time period this was.

An age where dragons were commonplace.

An era when dragons actively interfered in the world.

Approximately 3,000 years ago.

‘Irrelevant.’

I reached out toward a passerby nearby. After all, they shouldn’t be able to perceive me.

“Huh?”

To my surprise, I felt the texture of human skin under my palm. Far more vivid than I expected.

“What the—”

The man turned sharply, his face scowling. He had short hair, caterpillar eyebrows, and scars carved across his cheek and forehead.

He glared at me with irritation lacing his voice.

“You little brat, why don’t you take your hand off me?!”

“Brat? Eat this.”

Summoning my Hwaryeon Blade, I plunged it into his neck and yanked it back out. Clutching his throat, the man staggered before collapsing onto the ground. Still alive but bleeding heavily, I kicked his head repeatedly as I scanned the suddenly cold atmosphere around me. Every passerby was staring.

“What’re you looking at?”

I pointed my bloodied blade at the nearest person.

“Eeek!”

The man screamed and fled. Others nearby followed suit. As I chased after them, slaughtering each one, my thoughts churned…


I was submerged in the body.

“These bastards have definitely recognized me. And this feeling of killing people… it’s no different from the real thing. The dream world I entered before and the one now are different. There’s quite a gap.”

I don’t know the difference. Back then, Bezel might’ve hastily created the dream world. This current dream world must’ve been carefully crafted with time to spare.

‘Or maybe Bezel’s skills have improved over the years.’

Since I knew this was a dream world, I mercilessly slaughtered people without hesitation as I glanced to one side. Armored soldiers charged at me en masse.

“Soldiers… well, some of them are knights.”

There’s no distinction between knights and soldiers. That would be correct.

‘So this era is like that, huh?’

It wasn’t particularly surprising. However, I was curious about the martial prowess of the knights in this era.

“Where do you come from, you bastard…!”

A middle-aged man who looked like the leader bellowed furiously.

In response, I kicked off the head of a corpse lying beneath my feet. The severed head rolled toward him, stopping at his boots. His face turned beet red.

“Kill him!!”

At his command, the soldiers moved in unison, swiftly surrounding me and closing in. It was a tactic specialized for dealing with superhumans… no, monsters.

‘These guys have been properly trained.’

If I were an ordinary knight, I’d have struggled against these enemies.

“But I’m an Aura Master. One who wields lightning, at that.”

Raitenryu (Lightning Heaven Style) Ban Rai (Ten Thousand Lightning).

Lightning surged around me in a whirlwind, sweeping across the area. Most of the soldiers surrounding me died from electrocution. The ones who survived clenched their teeth and rushed at me. I sliced them down with my sword.

“Aaaaahhhhh!”

It didn’t take long for the soldiers to be wiped out.

“It’s him!”

“That’s not ordinary skill. Fight alongside your comrades!”

“The king has ordered it! Kill him at all costs!”

They swarm like ants.

I greeted them with a smile. I welcomed them with a grin.

‘Just in time, I was wondering how far my power extends here… this works out perfectly.’

I unleashed everything I’d been holding back, going absolutely berserk. I scorched enemies with lightning and cleaved through everything with my sword’s aura.

An Aura Master can destroy an entire city alone. That common saying? It’s true. The city couldn’t handle just me. Buildings burned, and the peaceful citizens fled with whatever they could carry. I don’t know where they ran to.

I grabbed a woman. Normally, I’d round up all the beauties in the city for the more-is-better approach, but unfortunately, I had the goal of finding Priscilla.

“Huuuuh, y-you monster…! My father will never forgive you…!”

Crunch crunch.

I carried the woman as I headed outside the city. She had originally been wearing luxurious attire, but now she clung to me naked.

“Ah, good choice. What’s your name?”

“Gorné Kaisias…! I am the first princess of this country… definitely! Kyaaaaaahhhhh!”

Plop plop plop!

Gripping her waist, I roughly thrust into her, causing Princess Gorné to clamp her mouth shut. The former virgin flipped her eyes back, screaming like an animal.

Princess of Kaisias.

Not sure much about Kaisias, but being a princess, her snatch is pretty tight. And she was a virgin until just now.

“Thanks to you, finding Priscilla won’t be boring.”

If a girl more to my taste comes along, I’ll dump this one and switch immediately.

Thud thud.

Whistling a tune, I walked out of the burning city when—

Princess Gorné, whom I was pounding, disappeared.

She didn’t escape. She literally vanished. My erect member felt cold air, and there was no trace of the wetness she left behind.

I turned around. Where the burning city should’ve been—


The place was filled with nothing but lush trees.

“…Guess this is to be expected in a dream world.”

I clicked my tongue in annoyance.

It had been a week since I began exploring this dream realm.

Boredom started to creep in. I was getting antsy to return to reality pronto.

Even meeting beautiful women didn’t last long. They’d vanish if they wandered too far from their designated spots or after some time passed. It’d be beyond awkward if a woman disappeared mid-act.

“This place is ridiculously huge. Too damn big.”

This dream world is shaped based on Priscilla’s memories. That’s the problem. Priscilla is an Ancient Dragon—an elder dragon, to be exact.

With millennia of accumulated memories, her recollections are incomprehensibly vast compared to a human’s.

I’ve been moving nonstop for a week, engaging in combat and such, but… I still haven’t found Priscilla.

“At least the flow of time differs between the dream world and reality, so that’s fortunate.”

As I was walking through a wasteland, a cave suddenly appeared out of nowhere. On impulse, I knocked on the entrance and walked inside. The cave was surprisingly expansive, even from the entrance to the passage.

Inside the vast cavern, two Blue Dragons were curled up asleep.

A massive Blue Dragon stretching 50 meters and a smaller one about 10 meters long. I realized the smaller Blue Dragon was Priscilla—its face closely resembled the one I saw before entering this dream world.

“Could this be Priscilla’s past? The larger dragon must be from her parentage, then.”

It was unexpected to see a dragon with its parents, considering dragons typically spend around 50 years together teaching their offspring magic and knowledge before parting ways.

“Hmm, there are always exceptions… gah?”

My body froze under an overwhelming aura.

Crackle.

Using my Thunder Stream technique, I managed to move my stiffened body by channeling lightning energy.

The source of the oppressive force was right in front of me. The colossal Blue Dragon was staring at me with elongated, dark blue slit eyes.

“You’re not from around here, judging by your attire. A traveler, perhaps? You’ve shown considerable skill to make it this far. I’ll give you one chance. Leave now.”

I’m no Yuria. This is a dragon—a high-level ancient dragon—and there’s no way I could beat it head-on.

“Y-yes! I’ll go. Right away!”

I immediately turned around and exited the cave.

The small Blue Dragon beside the large dragon—could this really be the true Priscilla at the heart of this world?

‘It’s possible, but unlikely. Priscilla probably doesn’t wish to return to her childhood.’

I need to differentiate between the fake and real Priscilla.

Without stopping, I kept walking.

If I halt in this dream world, I’ll become trapped here as well. While I might enjoy myself for a while in this expansive yet fake world…

The fact that this world isn’t real bothers me.

‘Day 25 and I’m already growing tired… Is there any way out?’

Sighing deeply, I continued my steps without pause.

‘Sharnel. What’s he doing right now? Has he also failed to find Priscilla and is wandering aimlessly like me? Ugh, I trusted him, but this won’t do.’

The stinky swamp environment suddenly changed.

Splash. The refreshing sound of waves reached my ears. Feeling the salty air, I absentmindedly scratched my cheek.

“There’s a small village over there. Judging by the looks of it, the population is less than 100 people… There’s no way Priscilla would be in a place like this. Sigh. Another dead end, huh?”

Lacking motivation, I dragged my heavy legs toward the fishing village. Finding a beautiful woman in such a tiny settlement seemed unlikely.

“I’ll rest briefly and leave.”

As I walked through the village, I spotted a pristine white mansion atop a hill. It stood out among the other homes.

“A noble’s residence, perhaps? Maybe the owner of this fishing village. Some nobles do have small fiefs, or it could be a lesser noble like a knight.”

I redirected my steps.

If I’m going to rest, I might as well do so in a decent home.