Chapter 371

Chapter 371

Reincarnated User Manual.

Episode 371: Hora Mo Zenzen (10)

When the word “sex” came out of the maid’s mouth—

Siriel couldn’t immediately grasp the situation. She hadn’t witnessed Shiron’s battle against the Demon God firsthand, but she knew how inhumanly powerful he was.

Because he was a hero. A man chosen by the Holy Sword, possessing the dignity and virtue befitting such a title—an extraordinary being no different from a saint. That was the Shiron Prient that Siriel knew.

To accept that he had ended up in this state simply because he had too much sex—was simply too difficult to comprehend.

She wasn’t denying Shiron’s humanity. He was in his mid-twenties, an age when passion burned brightly. Even without a beautiful woman spreading her legs to tempt him, he was at an age where even the mere brush of the wind could make him hard.

However, as far as Siriel knew, Shiron was never a reckless man.

The achievements of Shiron Prient were nothing short of legendary. He had exterminated an evil god and the cultists who worshipped it. A feat only heard of in myths, yet he had accomplished it with a mere human body.

And yet, Shiron never flaunted his achievements.

With his strength and accomplishments, no one would question him if he decided to establish his own kingdom.

Even the emperor knew this, which was why she frequently summoned him to the harem, spreading her legs in an effort to strengthen their bond.

It wasn’t just an affair—it was a battle of bodies upon which the continent’s peace rested. Understanding this (though she was unaware of the three of them strolling naked through the harem), Siriel had chosen to overlook it without causing a fuss.

After all, wasn’t there a saying that even heroes had a fondness for women? As someone who had lived as a noble, Siriel considered Shiron to be rather humble, frugal, and upright for a man who had saved the world.

The women around him seemed to be the ones pestering him for intimacy, and yet, he never neglected his legitimate wife’s child, Elise. On the contrary, he seemed to strive to give all his children equal love, constantly busy running around for them.

Watching him, she often wondered—could there be anyone else who lived so devoid of personal time? Because of this, Siriel could never bring herself to whine and demand more of his attention.

Because it hurt her.

Because he seemed so pitiful.

Because even her first experience had been closer to a plea than an indulgence.

“Did I mishear something?”

Siriel knew exactly where to direct her anger.

“What? Turn?”

The Empire’s Greatest Sword. Power surged from Siriel’s core.

Her heart pounded as if it would explode. Her mana surged violently. The murderous aura she radiated consumed the surroundings. The sheer force she exuded was no less than a mountain range splitting the world, overwhelming everyone in Dawn Castle.

“Who do you think you’re telling to wait their turn?”

Lucia’s shoulders trembled. The gazes of lust-crazed demons fixated on the sword in Siriel’s grip.

The unadorned Sword of Stars. It appeared plain. But its presence was undeniable. With mana this dense pouring out, how could it possibly remain unenhanced?

But Lucia saw it.

The fluctuating space around the sword. The purity of extreme mastery tearing through all surrounding impurities.

“Lady Siriel. Please, calm yourself.”

It was Yuma who spoke, answering in place of the frozen demons. She had been on her way to call Lucia after the last maid’s belly had swollen, but it seemed an irreversible catastrophe had already unfolded.

She gripped her sword. Yuma had never seen such power before. Not 500 years ago, not now. She had nurtured and witnessed countless strong warriors, yet— crackle snap!—the moment that sword was swung, the vortex of death it created would destroy everything beyond recovery.

“Hah!”

Siriel sneered at Yuma’s plea.

“Calm down? After seeing this disaster, after hearing those words, you’re telling me to calm down?”

“The young master’s current state is entirely my and the demons’ fault. We should have restrained him when he insisted on finishing properly—”

“Yuma. Do you even understand what you’re saying?”

Crk— Siriel’s eyes narrowed sharply. A silver vortex spiraled ominously around her.

“You have no idea why I’m angry, do you?”

“No, I do not. So please, would you tell me?”

Yuma bowed politely, sincerely requesting an answer. Siriel found the gesture pleasing and crossed her arms.

“It’s heartbreaking and tragic that my brother ended up like this. Yes, what wife wouldn’t feel crushed seeing her husband so emaciated? But that’s only the cause of my sorrow, not my anger.”

“Then…”

“But! To the legitimate wife!”

Bang!

“Not even a concubine, but mere mistresses!”

Bang!

“Telling me to wait my turn!!”

Kwahhh!

She hadn’t stomped her foot. The sheer force of her enraged words alone shattered the surrounding objects.

“Calm down, Siriel! At this rate, the castle will collapse!”

“Calm down?”

The belatedly arrived Seira met Siriel’s cold, piercing glare. However, Siriel’s agitation subsided slightly. The murderous energy in her eyes, which seemed capable of annihilating life itself, had lessened.

“Calm down… Do you have any idea how much I’ve been holding back?”

But that was all.

“You think my problem is that my brother is sharing love with other women? That’s not even an issue to me. I was raised as a noble, you know. My father and mother were exceptional, but for most nobles, it’s natural for capable and attractive men to take multiple wives. In fact, it feels more natural that the man every woman covets is my husband.”

“…”

“But. But. Threatening the position of the legitimate wife is something I cannot tolerate. I will not tolerate it. The pillar that upholds the family! The rightful seat of the household! To challenge that—”

Boom!

“Unforgivable.”

Her left hand, free of the sword, stretched into the air. Geometric light filled the space.

A spell that overturned the natural order—Reversal of Heaven. Lucia instinctively understood.

A divine force.

An awakening.

The power to regulate the world had now fallen into Siriel’s hands.

At this moment, the First Wife of Shiron Prient, the True Flesh Slave, the Mother of Elise, and the Empire’s Greatest Sword made her decree.

“From this moment on, sex shall be limited to eight hours a day. No exceptions. I, Siriel Prient, swear that any who defy this order shall be challenged to a duel to the death.”

Ssshhhhhh. The Reversal of Heaven spell activated. As the formless blade tore through the sky, carving new laws into the world—

“Hey. Isn’t that a bit much?”

A step forward. A single step, stopping the radiant blade that dictated the world. It was Yura.

“What exactly is too much? The household rules are in shambles, and my brother ended up like this.”

“I also feel bad that Shiron ended up in that state. But, you see—”

Yura’s eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. The halo above her head clashed against Siriel’s divine aura.

“Who do you think you are to enforce restrictions on Shiron’s right to have sex?”

The fact that she wasn’t the legitimate wife? She could tolerate it.

The fact that she had loved him first! Since before she hit puberty! Since her past life!—she could set that aside. But,

Yura simply didn’t approve of such a medieval method. Even if Shiron were to die from exhaustion due to excessive sex, she would grieve for him but never regret not stopping him.

The freedom to conceive life. Under that absolute and sacred value, all beings were equal.

“Make it ten hours.”

“Ha! Look at the concubine trying to increase the time.”

Siriel sneered. Yura’s brow twitched.

“You keep saying concubine, concubine! Who exactly are you calling a concubine?!”

“Listen, dear. As the legitimate wife officially recognized by my uncle and father-in-law, Glen, it’s only natural that everyone else is a concubine.”

“I loved Shiron first, you know????”

Damn it. Yura never wanted to say something so crude, and yet, cold sweat ran down her cheek. Siriel, her eyes narrowing slightly, hid her smirk behind her hand.

“Oh my. Are you including the time when you were a little angel?”

“I—I liked him back then too, but…”

“Well, considering you spent 500 years in infant regression just waiting for the Hero, I suppose one could say you loved him.”

Heh heh. Siriel stifled a laugh, but it still leaked out.

“But that was waiting for the Hero, not specifically Shiron, wasn’t it?”

“Ha!”

“Oh, sure, sure. I’ve heard the pure-hearted devotion of a several-hundred-year-old hag loud and clear.”

“You fucking bitch, watch your mouth!”

“Old ladies should step aside!”

Stab! Seira and Yuma both felt daggers pierce their chests. The faces of these women, who had secretly been sensitive about their age, twisted in shock.

“Why are old fogeys trying to meddle in youthful love affairs?”

“I—I’m still youthful! My skin is still firm! I even smell like flowers!”

“You don’t even have a kid!”

Thunk— Yura’s words were cut off.

She had forgotten. This was a medieval fantasy world. Yura was carrying the [Angel’s Egg], but she had yet to give birth to a proper heir for the family.

And that was an undeniable flaw.

However, even in a desperate situation, Yura found an opening. A counterargument existed.

“Lucia!”

It existed.

“H-Huh? Me?”

Lucia, frozen solid, pointed at herself.

“Lucia, you’re my child, aren’t you?”

“…Yura, that’s a bit…”

Lucia thought Yura had lost her mind. But Yura was entirely sane. There was actual, undeniable evidence and events proving that Lucia was her child.

“Kyrie! You once called me ‘Mom’!”

“N-No! T-That was—!”

Lucia’s face turned beet red.

Seira, still reeling from the dagger in her heart, turned around with teary eyes, her gaze asking, That happened?!

“W-When the hell are you talking about?! Even if I did, it was a mistake!”

“A mistake? Then why did you sleep next to me until the day I died?”

“Aaaaaaaagh!”

Lucia clutched her head, utterly mortified.

Yes, she admitted it. It was true. Even when she was a full head taller than Yura, Kyrie had never been able to sleep alone. It was due to the aftereffects of battle, but she had slept best when Yura sang her lullabies. Curling up in Yura’s embrace and mumbling in her sleep—she had done that.

“…I’m a baby.”

Goo goo ga ga.

“Yura really is my mom…”

“That’s right, Lucia is my baby.”

It was highly effective! Lucia, whose mind had completely broken, wobbled over to Yura’s side!

Pat, pat. Yura gently soothed the dazed Lucia.

Lucia found comfort in her confusion. She no longer cared about being a Hero 500 years ago, nor about dignity or pride. After all, being a baby was preferable to being called an old hag.

She accepted Yura’s maternal warmth with a blank expression.

“What the hell? Lucia is Kyrie?”

But peace never lasted.

Siriel’s confusion shifted toward Lucia.

“…You weren’t aware? Lady Lucia is Kyrie’s reincarnation.”

Still reeling from the old lady insult, Yuma barely managed to respond.

“Lucia is Kyrie… Lucia is Kyrie…”

“Uhh…”

Siriel tilted her head, mumbling to herself.

Lucia’s vacant eyes slowly regained focus. Something was coming. It was coming.

“So Kyrie was just pretending to be a child this whole time?”

“…I-I deceived you, and I’m so—”

“Siriel, I understand this is a shock, but Lucia really is Kyrie.”

Seira answered in Lucia’s stead, as she was still panicking.

Siriel’s mouth opened and closed in disbelief.

“Wow… Even Teacher Seira isn’t denying it.”

But her shock lasted only a brief moment.

A slow, seductive smile curled on Siriel’s lips.

The realization that Lucia was Kyrie, the sense of betrayal from being deceived, the resentment—many emotions swirled inside her, but they were all overshadowed by something far more important.

“Kyrie is even dumber than I thought. No, ‘pathetic’ would be a better word, wouldn’t it?”

Lucia—or Kyrie—was still a concubine who needed to be put in her place.

“P-Pathetic?!”

Lucia was thrown into chaos by the sudden shift in target.

And Siriel did not relent.

“Oh, absolutely. How could it not be pathetic?”

Siriel’s crescent-moon eyes gleamed as she listed off her accusations, as if genuinely amused.

“When you used to beat up my brother as a kid and knock him unconscious,

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When you told a child hundreds of years younger than you that the person you respected most was Kyrie,

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When you played house with Victor and the others,

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When you snuck off to the Subjugation Festival with my brother without me,

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When you got scratched up fighting pointless duels at the Academy,

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When you broke your sword at your Coming-of-Age ceremony and bawled,

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When you let a man hundreds of years younger than you pin you down and pound you senseless—

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Even then, Kyrie was still in there? You never forgot the thrill of it?”

“KYAAAAA!”

A full-power verbal annihilation.

Lucia’s brain short-circuited, and with a pop!, her consciousness fled.

White foam bubbled from her lips as she collapsed, unable to accept reality.

“Lucia!!”

Yura shook Lucia’s shoulders, but the woman showed no signs of waking.

And just like that, they were back to square one.

Or rather, the battle was already won.

Siriel had emerged victorious.

“Teacher Seira. Head Maid Yuma.”

Concubines: Neutralized.

Siriel’s smile turned chilling.

“Eight hours a day. Agreed?”

“…Yes.”

“Of course.”

The great mage and the former demon commander had a strong sense of political survival.

They knew exactly which side to take.