Chapter 366

Chapter 366

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 366: Hora Mo Zenzen (5)

While Shiron was taking a refreshing bath, in another room…

“What on earth is going on? Encia, explain!”

“Head Maid, please listen to me! They really think it’s all over, they really think it’s over!”

Encia pleaded her case, explaining the situation, and soon Yuma’s sharp gaze fell upon the maids.

A commotion that broke out in the middle of the night.

It was a daily occurrence for the usually quiet castle to become boisterous when the young master visited. Moreover, perhaps because she was not in her best condition, Yuma was often lenient towards the maids’ misconduct.

However, this time, they had crossed the line too much.

“Today is the day the young master put an end to a long battle. Yet, on this auspicious day, a rebellion?”

“Lady Yuma! Don’t just listen to Encia, listen to us too!”

Perhaps the excitement of the commotion had not yet subsided. Ophilia, the main instigator of the commotion, vehemently protested.

“…What is there to listen to? Isn’t it true that you caused the commotion?”

Yuma’s brow furrowed.

Ophilia, who had always been passive and rarely assertive, was somehow… proactive today, and the atmosphere she exuded was different.

“Then, Lady Yuma, you’re okay with the young master rolling around with that filthy woman?”

Perhaps that’s why Yuma couldn’t help but be taken aback by the forceful logic.

“…What, what did you say?”

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“I mean, that woman who smells like filth and gives me the creeps, whom I can’t even stand to look at for long. She’s moaning and groaning with the young master, who deserves all our reverence!”

Riding on the momentum, Ophilia’s words became even more forceful. Judging by her burning eyes, one could clearly feel the aura of anger.

And that was understandable, because although the riot had stopped, it had merely stopped, and their desire to rampage had not been resolved.

“500 years ago, she lured our race in with sweet talk and made us participate in the war. After using us to her heart’s content, she betrayed us!”

“…That’s right.”

“Yes? Then don’t you find it strange? That woman who deserves to be torn limb from limb and suffer in the fires of hell? Huh? She’s monopolizing the young master’s love, which I haven’t even tasted, and enjoying a full course of blissful pregnancy sex?!”

Ophilia was a demon. Now that the contract had loosened, she didn’t particularly feel subservient to Yuma.

If it weren’t for her efforts in playing a central role in reviving Yuma’s race, she would have stopped using honorifics long ago.

“Or is that it? Lady Yuma has already tasted it, so you’re okay with it… is that it?”

The gazes of Ophilia and the other maids turned towards Yuma’s bulging belly. Yuma’s face flushed, and she hurriedly covered her belly.

“Wh, what nonsense are you saying?!”

Her voice of denial was completely distorted. It was a stark contrast to Yuma’s usual elegant and calm demeanor. That alone showed how much Yuma couldn’t completely deny Ophilia’s words.

“I too… I too yearned for the complete annihilation of the Demon God. Even though she lost her power and her status plummeted, like you said, I wanted her to suffer eternally in the fires of hell.”

Her lips trembled. The emotions she had not yet sorted out seethed within her. Perhaps Yuma had the most ill will towards the Demon God among them, so Ophilia’s words were no different from the whispers of a devil. However,

“But, time is a scary thing.”

It was too late to waver.

“Time? Are you saying that you’re the oldest here and you’re acting like that?”

“…Roselin, how can you say such disrespectful things?”

“Then what is it?”

Yuma lightly coughed at the barrage of shameless questions.

“Because when I actually saw her face, I couldn’t think of anything.”

“Has your hatred been worn down by the passage of time?”

“To be more precise, I thought it was no longer important.”

Yuma gave a faint smile and stroked her swollen belly.

500 years ago. Revenge against the Demon God who betrayed her race. For that, Yuma at that time could do anything. Her horns were broken, but her heart was not broken. She served the humans she had been hostile to, established a family, and traveled all over the continent to gather demons.

She literally did anything.

To the point where she had no regrets.

“Hehe. Revenge is more futile than I thought.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?”

“Just listen, Roselin.”

Yuma put strength into her voice as if to have everyone listen.

“When the young master brought the girl who was the remnant of the Demon God, the feeling I felt when I faced her was truly emptiness. Ah, it’s really over… What should I live for now… Shouldn’t I find another purpose…? What is called a new future!”

‘A new future. It’s a good sound. A golden, brilliant future for my child and the young master to live in…’

“It’s not persuasive when you say that while stroking your belly.”

“Aren’t you just trying to get out of troublesome things and focus on childcare?”

Dorothy, Ophilia, and of course, the rest of the maids had bewildered expressions.

That’s because, for the past 500 years, it was Yuma who had been the most enthusiastic about burning with a desire for revenge.

Even though they were united by resentment, they were demons who were all distinct and unique. For them to be confined within the castle for hundreds of years and only take care of children, it was common for them to experience burnout or complain that they didn’t want to do it.

If they weren’t bound by a contract, it would have been a plan that would have gone awry long ago.

…On the other hand, Yuma’s will to keep the 30 maids together was stronger than anyone else’s.

In her later years, she became lustful towards Shiron Prient and spread her legs, but until then, she had played the role of an ideal nanny to the point where no one could imagine her being a demon.

-Oh my, oh my. What is that?

-She’s completely turned into a female after having a baby.

-Isn’t she just losing her mind?

-That’s complete dementia…

But what was she saying now?

Yuma’s face, as she stroked her belly and talked about the future, was so benevolent that no negative emotions could be found.

“Anyway!”

Yuma cut off the flood of murmurs.

“Everyone, stop it and let’s think about what we should do in the future. Even if it’s not the young master’s order, your lives don’t end now, do they?”

“But… even if you suddenly say that…”

Ophilia drooped her head despondently.

Was this what it meant for revenge to be futile? Perhaps the years of living passively had been too long, so even if they regained their freedom, they didn’t know what to do first.

About 10 years ago, Ophilia lived relatively freely in the Empire thanks to Shiron, but that was Ophilia as a faithful servant, not [Iron Rose Ophilia].

Even this Ophilia was confused, so the other maids were not much different.

While they were drawing a rosy future with excited faces, most of them were those who lived greedily and cruelly even if they were told to live as they pleased as before.

Ugh…

Even if they regained their freedom, they hated fighting with the holy knights like before, so drawing the future was not an easy task.

“Hoo.”

At that time, a burst of laughter rang out. The gazes of the maids, who were racking their brains, turned towards the direction of the sound.

In one corner of the room.

It was Lucia, who had her arms crossed and her head slightly lowered. When she became the center of attention, she raised her head slightly, and a smug smile hung arrogantly on her face.

“My, my, I didn’t intend to receive this much attention.”

“Miss Lucia, when did you… no, more importantly, why are you smiling?”

“Well, because I feel like the time has finally come.”

The time had come? What on earth did this mean?

At the sudden words, the maids all tilted their heads simultaneously.

Encia and Yuma were the same. She had been so inconspicuous that they didn’t even notice when she had entered, and when they thought about it carefully, the question about the woman who had come with her belatedly came to mind.

“My, my, you still don’t get it. Do I really have to spoon-feed you everything from A to Z?”

“…What are you talking about, Miss? And by the way, why did you come here? And what about the woman who was with you earlier? Why was she with the young master?”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.”

At Encia’s question, Lucia clicked her tongue while wagging her finger. She looked so arrogant that if she hadn’t been the young lady she had served since childhood, she would have given her a good knock on the head.

“Girls. When you live, the answer is often closer than you think.”

“What’s that…”

“That’s how it is when you live. There are times when you wander, but in the end, you have to say it’s a return to the origin…?”

What nonsense is this? The thirty-one-year-old maid was bewildered by Lucia’s gibberish.

Lucia’s age at death was twenty-three. In front of them, who had lived for thousands, not to mention tens of thousands of years, it was absurd for a girl who was no different from a newborn to talk about life. (Of course, Yuma had heard about Lucia’s identity, but she thought that Lucia was talking out of context, just like the others.)

“Just have sex with Shiron.”

Lucia, who had been enjoying the pouring gazes, opened her mouth.

“Have sex with Shiron and get pregnant. And raise the child well.”

“…Indeed. That’s what I’d expect from you, Miss.”

“How is it? Isn’t this a great goal?”

“That’s what you’d say, a young person who overestimates their short life.”

“I’m not young…”

‘No, this is a bit strange.’

Yes, there were better words than this.

“I am Kyrie.”

The words she spat out refreshingly. Then Dorothy’s brow narrowed.

“What are you suddenly talking about?”

“…I am Kyrie.”

Thinking she hadn’t heard, she said it again, but the reactions of Dorothy and others were no different.

“So what?”

“……”

A rather cold answer was heard from the crowd. At that, Lucia’s expression, which had been consistently nonchalant and relaxed, crumbled.

Revealing her identity, which she had practiced in front of the mirror whenever she had time. So she took an uncharacteristically serious tone, but the maids’ reactions were somehow bland.

“What, aren’t you surprised? I’m Kyrie, you know? The hero Kyrie who defeated the Demon God 500 years ago?!”

“…I see.”

“Oh, that’s surprising.”

“Well, you had some corners that didn’t fit your age, even though you were so young.”

“Hmm… is that all?”

“But who was Kyrie again?”

“You know, the one who died along with the Demon God but couldn’t finish it properly.”

“Huh? Then isn’t it nothing special?”

“The young master is more amazing.”

“But, if Miss Lucia is Kyrie, then what is the young master?”

“Isn’t the young master a god?”

“…”

Lucia’s face turned grim.

T, this wasn’t it?

“Why is everyone suddenly talking about Shiron? No, of course, I did say to have sex with Shiron… but isn’t the fact that I’m Kyrie more shocking?”

“Well… it’s surprising…”

Encia hesitated and pursed her lips. Lucia was already looking listless as if her soul had left her body, and if she chose her words wrongly here, Lucia seemed like she would ascend to heaven as it is.

“To be honest, even if you reveal it now that everything is over, there’s nothing much to react to…”

“Eh…”

“You should have revealed it a little earlier. Then I would have been very surprised… I think.”

-More than that, I want to talk about sex with the young master.

-I think it’s a better idea than I thought.

-But when should we have sex?

-Isn’t it okay to go up now?

While Lucia was half-opening her mouth, the maids started talking about what they were interested in.

Then, at that moment, Yuma approached Lucia from the side.

“I didn’t know that Miss Lucia would reveal her identity in this way.”

“Yuma! Even if you’re a demon, how can their reactions be like this? Was there anything strange?!”

“I don’t know about that… come to think of it, I haven’t had time to let the young master taste my milk yet.”

“…”

“Yes. If possible, I would like to help the young master with his hand job and give him my milk.”

Her chest area was warm and moist. Breast milk leaking out due to pleasant imagination. Yuma’s chest grew hot.