Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

When the shorter hand of the clock pointed five, Raphael hastily went home to avoid being scolded by his beautiful mothers. Raphael transported Griffon back to her domain before he go, for her to guard the gate of fortune.

Ejected by the curfew, he left the construction of their future base of operations on the 30th Floor of an unconquered dungeon in the hands of his four separated selves. Namely, in birth order, Gabrielle, Uriel, Lucy and Michael.

Since they started constructing an hour ago, the group of five already built the pillars, walls, and floors of the two-story building. With the help of a convenient force called magic, they’re able to working drastically faster than on the Earth.

Since Raphael can’t just nonchalantly introduced them to his family, or having them popped up in a city without proof of identification out of nowhere, the four have to stay at the safest place they knew, the dungeon.

Right now, they are planning to build a simple house as their temporary base. Enough for the four of them to sleep and move comfortably. They will gradually expand it time by time.

After the main stem left, the offshoots continued what they left. Although already made the walls, there are still mountains of things to do. They separate the work upon each other to finish the house faster.

Using the Alchemy Skill, Lucy mold terracotta roof tiles from the swamps of the Forest Floors to shield themselves from the heat of the sun, wetness of the rain, and the chill of the snow. Lucy also melted some glass shards of the Desert Floors to produce fragile articles.

Gabrielle and Uriel teamed up to manufacture piles of red bricks using the Level 3 Earth Magic: Brick Create. Brick Create is a spell that mold and bake bricks out of mud. After that, they conjured some cut off trees from their Inventory to woodcraft those to planks and furniture.

Raphael already allocated necessary items in the public-use compartment of the Inventory beforehand for them to use. If they needed something, they to get Raphael’s permission first to access some of the compartments.

Michael’s tasked to construct their humble abode using the bricks provided by the duo of Gabrielle and Uriel. He already had the blueprint and the 3D model of the house for him to guide. The construction significantly changed its pace when the others help him after finishing their own tasks.

Of course, they ate their dinner when the time between the dusk and night comes. Various types of food stuffs laid on the wooden table which was used by Raphael and his sister the day they discovered the dungeon. Metal sticks of the consumed shish kebab left on their plates before returning back to work.

With their used energies and burned calories restored, they begun the working on the house. The sound of hammering nails and rumbling of bricks echoed throughout the 30th Floor of the dungeon that night. It’s not like somebody else felt disturbance by the noises they made.

And just after a few hours, the house as their base of operations had finished, with furniture already laid out inside. The house was built with a size of a normal family home. Four bedrooms, a dining area with L-shaped kitchen, living area, bathroom, toilets, storage room and workshop.

Even though they can rouse themselves from sleeping by the power of the Monarch of the Night, the offshoots are mentally tired from all the things they did that night. Having the house completed was the sign for them to take their bodies a rest.

Among the four bedrooms that was constructed that night, only two doors opened to accept guests. The reason? The farthest room at the end of the corridor on the second floor was occupied by three people. Those people are, who else? The three girls of the company.

Michael, on the other hand, occupied the room at opposite end of the hall, leaving two empty spaces between them. Also the reason of it? For Michael not to perceive the noises the trio made through that night. What the girls were doing was something but another story.

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The sun raised and the next morning of the day has come inside the 30th Floor of an unconquered dungeon. Roosters would crow its voice throughout the plains but there’s none inside that floor.

The shadow casted by three kilometer tall black walls blocking the raising sun descends until the sun kissed the terracotta clay roof tiles of the lone man-made structure of the dungeon floor.

“Ching cheng hanji, can’t touch me at all, kitchen in the dungeon…”

Inside that building, which was erected at the middle of the perfect circled plain, sizzling sound of beef steak on olive oil resonate throughout the dining area. When the meat hued to the right shade, a platinum haired woman transferred the cooked steak on a white plate besides the stove.

“Good morning, Gabrielle.”

“Morning, Uriel.”

Suddenly, a blonde woman sneaked and cuddled the platinum beauty from behind. Uriel then raised her embrace from Gabrielle’s waist up to her ample twins under the white apron.

“Not now. I’m still warming up our breakfast.”

“Hmph. I am just seizing the opportunity before she comes—”

“Good morning, my girls!”

As if her words was like a divine oracle, an Armageddon stormed in of the kitchen. The newly bathe storm named Lucy then approached the two women and casually joined their snuggling.

“Just as I said.”

“Good morning, Lucy.”

The two greeted the newcomer.

“A woman’s body really is amazing. It lasts for rounds even without using Monarch of the Night.”

“I know right. It really is different from that of man.”

“Yeah. Five star. I want to do it again.”

“Tonight. Let’s do it again.” Lucy set a reminder before smooching the two sequentially.

Even though they gained a new body, they still carrying Raphael’s igniting love for women. Having the same mind and thinking doesn’t stop them from pleasuring one another. They completely ignored morality and just treat each other roommates.

But they’re not the only ones in the dining area.

“Really? In front of my salad?” Michael muttered as he was suffering from hell by just witnessing the heaven.

Since Michael was forbidden by Raphael to have the girls in his harem, he can’t join their embrace. That includes seeing their bare bodies or take a peek on their nights. If Michael were taken out of the picture, Gabrielle, Uriel and Lucy were somewhat living in a ménage à trois household.

“Breakfast ready.”

After that, the girls joined Michael on the table. Lucy took the chair besides her brother while the other two occupied the opposite side.

“After we finish eating, we’ll have to prepare ourselves to start our day.” Reminded Michael.

“Well, it’s our first time in a woman’s body. So we have to adapt some adjustments like how to groom ourselves, the behaviors in everything, the manners, and so on. For now, we have to practice on how to arrange ourselves.”

“Yeah. We wanted to give ourselves own fashions like having our own hairstyles and way of dressing.” Uriel nodded in agreement to Gabrielle’s statement.

“Meaning, we will be spending more time in front of the mirror.” Lucy added, turning her face to Michael.

“…Well, that’s fine with me. As long as you won’t expose your skin too much. SirBoss don’t want any man’s eyes to see your bare skin other than him.”

“Of course, we know.” Uriel represented the girls’ thoughts.

By SirBoss, Michael referring to their main stem, Raphael. The alias was spoken in English not in this world’s common language. So others might mistaken it as a name of a person instead of a title.

Michael reminded them to dress themselves in moderation. Though he himself wanted to see them in indecency, he have rules to follow.

The girls, on the other hand, knew the aftercome of not following the dress code. They knew how beautiful and attractive there outside appearances are. It’s not an overestimation of oneself, but the honest evaluation of the man Raphael.

Considering how exquisite their outside beauty was, there’s a great possibility of them to catch the attention of most man who laid their gaze on them even following their main body’s dress code. But the problem might lessen if they were to cover as much as they can.

Some people judges people by the way they dress. If not accurate, the judgment might lead to misunderstandings. If someone saw a man with a sword hanging on their waist, that someone would judge the man as a swordsman. The same with spear to spearman, or staff to magic caster.

But if someone saw a woman wearing exposing clothes, someone might mistaken the woman working on the streets, though was not true at all. That someone might spread words of her doing that kind of work, or use that opportunity to take advantage of the woman.

But no how much the woman, or even a man cover themselves, if there are people with malicious intent, assault is inevitable.

“…You can talk about that after we done eating.” ．

“Okay, leader.”

Upon the girls responded in unison, the four of them happily filled their palate.