Chapter 361

Chapter 361

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 361: With The Gods (3)

Dawn Castle, at the training ground where the embers still smoldered.

Shiron enjoyed the celebration of the demon subjugation and went inside, but the demons were still guarding the embers that hadn’t gone out.

Except for Yuma, whose belly was swollen. Including Encia, Ophilia, and Dorothy, all thirty were present.

However, for some reason, the training ground was as quiet as a graveyard.

The atmosphere of drinking and singing, passing cups back and forth before Shiron entered, was gone, replaced by a gloomy mood.

“Shouldn’t we go in soon?”

The one who broke the silence was Encia.

A lively girl with her blonde hair tied up. She had rushed out to welcome the young master upon hearing of his arrival and had been attending to him while he recounted his tales, so her listless muttering starkly contrasted with her usual self.

“But we still have things to do. When morning comes, we’ll have to hang out the laundry we’ve missed, and since the young master has arrived, we need to dust off the old stuff too. Plus… we have to decide the rotation for managing the pioneer village… Last week was Dorothy’s turn, so this week it’s Roseline’s, right?”

Nevertheless, she tried to change the atmosphere by breaking the silence.

This was partly because Encia was kind-hearted, but also because she recognized the seriousness of the mood.

“…”

A strange silence filled with tension.

The only light against the encroaching darkness was from the dying campfire, and the shadows on the demons’ faces were inverted, making the scene even more eerie. It was chilling and tense!

“Is it really necessary?”

And at the peak of the tension, someone spoke quietly.

“…Ophilia.”

Encia looked towards where the voice came from.

Just in front of the dying campfire, a girl with a soft-looking face and brown hair slowly raised her head.

“Huh? There’s no need for that anymore. No need to freeze our hands washing clothes, no need to strain our backs sweeping… and no need to manage the pioneer village by schedule either.”

“…But managing the pioneer village was an order from the young master. Do you mean to defy his will?”

“What are you talking about?”

Ophilia slowly stood up and walked towards Encia. Snowflakes fell from her hair, and the other maids followed her movement with their eyes.

“Encia, did you forget the contract with the young master?”

“I know that’s why I’m doing this. The complete annihilation of the Demon God. Until then, you and I must be absolutely loyal to the young master.”

“So, doesn’t that mean we don’t need to be loyal anymore?”

Ophilia tilted her head, feigning ignorance. Then, she smiled brightly at the hostility she sensed.

“Oh, please don’t misunderstand. I have no intention of opposing the young master. On the contrary, my loyalty to him has only grown stronger. I never thought he’d subdue the Demon God this quickly.”

“…I see.”

Although it was a relief to hear, Encia didn’t let her guard down.

Because Ophilia only used honorifics when speaking to the young master, not to the other maids.

‘Is she distancing herself? Or has her mindset changed?’

The subjugation of the Demon God wasn’t complete. However, Encia acknowledged that they had achieved part of their goal.

If the contract between the young master and Ophilia had loosened, it wouldn’t be strange for her irritable and aggressive nature to show.

“But, Encia, what will you do?”

“…About what.”

“About the young master’s eyes. The situation has become too ambiguous, and I’m a bit confused myself.”

The demon’s contract.

If Shiron failed to destroy the Demon God, Encia had agreed to take his eyes.

This was also what Encia was worried about.

The demons’ contract hadn’t been lifted yet. They were still in maid uniforms, not celebrating their freedom.

Encia still felt a connection with Shiron Prient, and thus, her concern grew.

“The contract hasn’t disappeared… then it can’t be helped, we’ll have to take both arms. Is it a coincidence that I suddenly remember the young master tearing apart the wreath I made? Ahaha.”

Despite her forced laughter, Ophilia had a troubled look. She didn’t want to take Shiron’s arms, considering he was her benefactor. But the weight of a contract was something unavoidable.

“What will Encia do? Will you take them as well?”

Demons live for tens of thousands of years with ease. If they couldn’t keep a contract with a mere ten-year-old child…

“Why not just take them?”

“Yeah, just take them!”

Just when Encia was weighing her options, the other demons chimed in.

“What are you talking about! Do you have any conscience?!”

“But if she doesn’t keep the contract, I’ll start to dislike Encia.”

“Exactly. And it’s not like losing an arm and an eye will kill him, right?”

Roseline and Aia responded. These demons, lacking empathy and speaking as they pleased, made Encia sick of those who took the young master’s body parts lightly.

“How about this instead?”

Dorothy interjected as she had been listening.

“We secretly kill that woman who’s nothing but trouble.”

“What…?”

“This is just my guess, but it seems like the young master is bewitched right now.”

“Oh… I think that’s right too!”

“Yes, Roseline. Lady Irina, the young master’s birth mother, was a gentle beauty with black hair. Since he lost his mother at a young age, he might be attracted to women with black hair.”

Pleased with her own speculation, Dorothy shook her short black hair briskly and smiled.

“Therefore! By killing that disgusting bitch, not only will the young master but also we can achieve complete liberation!”

Wah-!

Dorothy raised her fist high, and the maids cheered. Encia was at a loss, stomping her feet in anxiety.

“Why didn’t you talk about this when the young master was here, and now you’re messing around?”

“Isn’t it better if everyone’s happy?”

“What’s good about this?! If you must kill her, at least get the young master’s permission!”

-Why not go get permission now?

-Right! Let’s get permission!

-Then where is the young master?

-Ah! I sense his presence on the third floor!

“…Ah.”

In the intense atmosphere, Encia was at a loss.

‘Fuck.’

The only thought that came to her mind was a three-word review.

‘We’re fucked. What do we do now? Can I stop this alone? Should I quickly inform the young master and help him escape? Or do I really have to take his eyes?’

Despite the repeated concerns swirling in her mind, she prided herself on having the fastest legs in the world.

Encia soon arrived at the third floor of Dawn Castle where Shiron was, and she met a woman who seemed to be thinking the same thing.

“…Head Maid?”

It was Yuma, her body nearly full-term, leaning against the door.

“Encia?”

Yuma turned around at the sudden presence. Her narrowed pupils and the cold sweat trickling down her cheeks… there was a hint of guilt as if she had done something she shouldn’t, but Encia didn’t have the leisure to care about such trivial matters.

‘As expected of the Head Maid! There’s no way she would betray the young master after spreading her legs for him herself!’

“Head Maid, you’ve come to save the young master too!”

“…Save? What do you mean by that…”

“Huh?”

“Ah…”

Only then did Yuma sense the ominous air coming from outside. Although she was indulging in voyeurism while gnawing at her sleeve over the young master being with that nauseating woman, her judgment was still quick.

“Yes, you’re right. I anticipated this riot would happen someday, but not this soon.”

“Head Maid…!”

“Encia! Let’s remove that bitch and rescue the young master!”

“Yes…!”

Encia answered energetically and gestured for Yuma to move aside. The doors of Dawn Castle were renowned for their strength against external invasions.

Crack-

However, even so, they could only buy a little time. There’s no withstanding Encia’s true holy thunder. Encia pointed her finger at the door, drawing up her demonic energy. An immense power, enough to be contained at the tip of her finger, gathered like a cumulonimbus cloud full of countless bolts of lightning. Just as this great power was about to shine…

“I feel dizzy…”

A new presence appeared behind them.

‘When did they get here?’

Encia turned around unintentionally at this unfamiliar presence. Fortunately, this didn’t result in an accidental discharge of the holy thunder. Because Lucia Prient, a familiar face, was standing next to an unfamiliar one.

“Miss Lucia?”

“What’s going on? Why are you guys in front of Shiron’s room? Are you peeping?”

“This is no time for joking! There’s a riot happening outside!”

“…Riot?”

At this unexpected news, Yura and Lucia blinked at each other, then sensed the crowd coming up from the first floor.

“What’s happening?”

“What the fuck is going on? Why this chaos when we’re about to have sex?”

“…Sex? What sex? Who are you? You smell nauseating, are you a whore on call?”

“Now’s not the time for bickering! We need to evacuate the young master!”

Just as Encia was about to grab her nose at the sudden holy presence, Yuma, though flustered, managed to sort out the situation.

“Miss Lucia. We don’t have time for explanations, please just open the door.”

“The door…? Oh, got it!”

Lucia didn’t fully understand the situation, but she was pushed by the ominous air from below to grasp the doorknob.

Thud-!

The door, which seemed like it would only open under holy thunder, was torn away comically.

—————

And the scene inside the room that was revealed.

The scene?

“Mmm…!”

The scene.

“Clothes…!”

The scene…

“Mmmmmm♡!”

Bruk!!

Burrururuk!

A woman drenched in sweat, legs stretched towards the sky. And Shiron, who opened his eyes slightly towards the uninvited guests.