Into the Creations 665

Chapter 665 – 665. The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated Into The Baek Family

665. The Plum Blossom Swordsman Reincarnated into the Baek Family

“Princess Aileen! Why did you stop me? Do you think I would lose to that little whelp? That guy isn’t Count Prucus. Even if he were the Count’s heir, I wouldn’t lose!”

Duke Sunheights complained to Princess Aileen. Aileen barely suppressed a sigh and said,

“I am well aware of Duke Sunheights’ strength. He is the most powerful figure in the current Rapelli Kingdom, excluding the royal family.”

In terms of sheer military might, Duke Sunheights was the best. His title as a duke was not just for show. However, wars in this world were not decided solely by the size of the army. There were also strategy and tactics, environment and equipment, mages and knights, and heroes with overwhelming power. Duke Sunheights had a large army, but he lacked in several other areas.

Aileen grasped his old hands tightly with both of hers. Duke Sunheights, who had been greatly agitated, regained his composure.

“…Did you not trust me, Princess?”

“That’s not it, Duke. The timing was not right for a territorial battle. The kingdom is currently at war and in the middle of a state funeral. What would the other nobles think if we held a territorial battle now?”

“Hmm. That is certainly true.”

“Duke, there will be plenty of opportunities. It’s not too late even after the war ends and I become queen.”

“But that guy… Baron Prucus is too arrogant. If we don’t nip him in the bud now, he will constantly interfere with us.”

Aileen somewhat agreed with this. However, Baron Prucus was not a bud. He was a giant tree. He was not someone you could cut down just because you wanted to.

“The opportunity will come, Duke. Please bear with it for a while for me and for you. I beg you.”

“Hmph. Since Princess Aileen has said so much, I will endure it. Aren’t we on the same side?”

“…Yes. Thank you, Duke.”

Aileen barely managed to reply. Duke Sunheights and she had a special relationship.

A relationship with a promised future.

More precisely, once everything was over and she became queen, she was to marry Duke Sunheights’ grandson. Duke Sunheights’ goal was power comparable to that of a king, and Aileen had drawn him in to secure her throne. Of course, she had no intention of marrying Duke Sunheights’ grandson. She planned to purge the Sunheights family before she took the throne.

Aileen calmed Duke Sunheights a few more times before sending him away. Her gaze turned towards the back, in the direction of Baron Prucus.

Baron Prucus had not bowed to Duke Sunheights. Aileen figured there were two reasons for this. One was confidence. Baron Prucus was confident that he could defeat Duke Sunheights.

The other was because of the nobles around him. Baron Prucus’ faction was practically brand new. He needed to show strength to the nobles in his faction. Since he had not crumbled against Duke Sunheights, his nobles would now look up to him.

‘Baron Prucus has money. And now it’s wartime… He will grow even bigger. What should I do to stop him?’

Aileen pondered. The easiest way was assassination. If Baron Prucus died, Prince Aiden would be helpless. But when she thought of the woman by his side, it was impossible.

Her worries deepened, but the answer did not come easily.

***

The funeral began.

The knights at the front fluttered their black cloaks as they led the procession, and the carriages and soldiers following behind walked in silence.

I looked out the window from inside the carriage. The people of the royal capital were all outside, watching the procession. They were all dressed in black, mourning. Instead of loud cheers, the sounds of subdued weeping were swallowed by the carriage wheels.

The procession soon left the royal capital and began to pick up speed. To travel around the entire kingdom, we couldn’t afford to move leisurely.

‘From now on, it’s going to be a forced march. Except for sleeping and eating, we’ll be moving the whole time.’

Since sightseeing was not the goal, it was a boring and tiring task.

Even if carriage wheels broke or stragglers fell behind due to accidents, the procession did not stop. Stragglers had to catch up later or give up entirely. This applied to princes and princesses as well.

‘Prince Aiden and Princess Aileen must catch up even if they fall behind. If they don’t stay with the funeral procession until the end, rumors of them being unfilial will spread.’

It was a good opportunity to damage their reputations. So, Princess Aileen would try to make Prince Aiden fall behind, and I would also have to make the princess fall behind. Of course, this had to be done discreetly.

I drew the curtains on the carriage window. It wasn’t dark thanks to the lamp on the ceiling. My eyes met with Yuria, who was sitting across from me. Yuria smiled seductively.

When I opened my arms, Yuria came over and climbed onto my lap. The pleasant weight began to lift my spirits.

Before my eyes was her ample chest, covered by her clothes. I loosened the straps on her back. A white bra covering her chest came into view. I bit the bra with my lips and pulled it down.

Plump. Her breasts appeared, jiggling with such a sound. I stared at the pink nipples at the tips of her breasts. Without doing anything, the soft nipples were gradually becoming hard, perfect for sucking. I put a nipple in my mouth and sucked. Yuria grabbed my head with both hands.

“Haaang… Master… Ahh.”

She reacted sensitively even without using heightened sensitivity. I slipped my hand under her skirt to check her panties. As expected, they were damp.

I took my mouth off and looked up at Yuria. Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes were wet. I could feel her warm breath between her slightly parted pink lips.

When I lifted my chin, she kissed me on the lips as if she had been waiting. Yuria’s tongue entered my mouth.

“Chuuup… Mwah…”

With Yuria, this boring funeral would be enjoyable.

***

Ten days had passed.

The funeral was still ongoing, and apart from a few nobles who had fallen behind, there were no major incidents. My daily routine was simple. In the morning, I would call the nobles and discipline them once, then have sex with Yuria and the female knights in the moving carriage. Before I knew it, it would be night. At night, I would have sex again and sleep.

‘It’s not much different from my daily life at the mansion.’

I had already planned everything. The important thing was to wait.

That was what I thought, but a problem occurred during the evening meal. Prince Aiden, drunk, caused an incident. I took Yuria and Floy with me and headed towards Prince Aiden.

“Y-you, you bastard! Didn’t I tell you I didn’t do it! I didn’t assault that woman, she came and hugged me!”

“Can’t you see my wife crying? I cannot forgive you, even if you are a prince!”

“Hic. Sob. Sob.”

It was a mess.

Prince Aiden, reeking of alcohol, was pointing and yelling at a young noble. In the young noble’s arms, a woman was crying sadly.

‘Prince Aiden isn’t that drunk.’

He wasn’t completely out of it. Prince Aiden was strong against alcohol, as much as he liked to drink.

I looked at the young noble. He looked to be in his mid to late twenties, with short brown hair and sharp eyes. He was tall and muscular. If the black clothes he was wearing weren’t the fancy attire of a noble, I would have mistaken him for a mercenary or a knight.

I looked at Yuria next to me. I didn’t know who the young noble was.

“That’s Baron Dordol. He’s a vassal of Duke Sunheights. I believe he inherited his title less than a year ago.”

There was usually only one reason why someone inherited a title at such a young age. When the predecessor had died.

“Of Sunheights? That explains it.”

It was a petty trick to damage the prince’s reputation. His reputation wasn’t good to begin with, but if it continued to decline, it would eventually be officially said that he was not qualified to be king.

‘Princess Aileen might have had a hand in this. It’s annoying, but I have to step in.’

I walked forward. The gazes of the nobles and soldiers were fixed on me.

“Oh! Baron Prucus! You’ve come at the right time!”

“…Hmph. Baron Prucus! Don’t interfere! This is a matter between me and the prince! You have no right to interfere!”

He was wary of me. I habitually scanned the woman in his arms. She was a beauty with light yellow hair and brown eyes. I curled up the corners of my mouth.

“There seems to be some misunderstanding, Baron Dordol.”

I spoke down to him. He and I had the same baronial title, but I had a faction. Even if it was just a faction of ragtag followers, a faction was still a faction. As the leader of a faction, I couldn’t speak politely to the likes of Baron Dordol. I didn’t want to either.

“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding! The drunken prince harassed my wife! If I had been a little later, things could have gotten much worse! Look. My wife is crying so pitifully!”

“Hic. Sob…”

“Even if the prince is out of line, the state funeral of His Majesty the King is currently underway. There are eyes watching, so there’s no way he would harass a woman.”

“The prince is drinking! What he’s holding in his hand is alcohol! Can’t you see?! Drinking during a state funeral… Even if he is a prince, he is too out of line!”

As the conversation continued, I became certain that someone was behind Baron Dordol. No matter how much of a scoundrel Aiden was, a prince was still a prince. A mere baron could not openly criticize him.

“Y-you, you!”

Aiden, who had been pointed out by Baron Dordol, trembled. I raised my hand before Aiden could start a fuss. Aiden looked at me and stepped back.

“The prince is drinking to soothe his sorrow. Baron Dordol, you also lost your father, so you should understand the prince’s feelings.”

“I didn’t even touch alcohol when my father passed away. Of course, I didn’t covet other women! Especially married women!”

“The prince wasn’t drunk enough to covet. Look. He just smells of alcohol, but his eyes are fine. In my opinion, your wife seems to have seduced the prince like a prostitute. To take advantage of the prince’s position.”

“A p-prostitute?!”

Baron Dordol showed his anger at my harsh words.

“It’s not the right time to discuss right and wrong. So, let’s resolve this quickly and simply. I, as the prince’s representative. And you, as the representative of the insulted prostitute… no, your wife.”

I took out a handkerchief from my pocket, infused it with mana, and threw it at Baron Dordol.

Thwack!

Baron Dordol flew backward as if he had been hit by a stone.

“Kyaaaaaa! Honey!”

Baron Dordol immediately got up. His nose was broken and bleeding profusely, and his face was so contorted that he looked like a demon.

“Was the duel request a bit too much? What do you say? Will you accept the duel? If you don’t, just disappear. No need to apologize.”

Deciding right and wrong through a duel… Medieval fantasy was the best.

“Do you think I’ll back down like this?! I accept the duel! I am Baron Markba Dordol!”

“I am Baron Eugene Prucus. According to the kingdom’s law, murder is not allowed in a duel between nobles. Instead, the winner’s demands must be met. If I win, you will give up an arm or a leg, apologize to the prince, and then leave.”

“If I win, the prince and Baron Prucus must kneel before me and apologize! Baron Prucus will give me an arm and a leg!”

“Alright. I’ll even give you compensation.”

I received a sword from Yuria, and he sent his wife to the side and received a sword from a nearby soldier. He had a decent stance, as if he had properly learned swordsmanship.

That was it.

‘How foolish. He accepted the duel even though he knows I’m from the Prucus family… He should have heard some rumors about me? Or does he think I’m still sick with a heart condition?’

I pretended to charge forward, putting my right foot forward. Baron Dordol, who was greatly agitated, fell for the feint and rushed towards me with his sword in both hands.

Crack.

I grabbed his right wrist with my left hand and twisted it. His sword fell to the ground. I didn’t stop and struck his head with the pommel of my sword. He collapsed to the ground.

“Kuaaaaaa!”

The duel ended with my victory so easily that it was absurd.

“Baron Dordol. Now you have to pay the price. Your right arm would be good.”

“Kyaaaaaa! No!”

Baron Dordol’s wife ran in front of me and knelt down.