Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage

Dixon Empire Capital, City of Jeffer.

“…Afternoon.”

At one of the room in a decent inn within the city’s downtown area, a woman clad in nothing is sitting on one of the inn’s relatively large beds, a bed intended for lots people to sleep. Given the size and area of the bed, she is not alone in the room.

“Get up you two. It’s already afternoon.”

The dark-brown haired woman turned her bare back and glanced at the rustling sound under the white bedsheet-covered lump laying on the mattress. The ones under the sheet stirred at the woman’s words and sat up, fully naked and with eyes still heavy despite the sunny day.

“It’s already that late?” The platinum haired woman muttered, rubbing her sleepy eyes.

“Mmm.” The blonde young woman stretched out her arms. “We did it til dawn, it’s understandable why we get up this late.”

The three women, Lucy, Gabrielle and Uriel, vigorously and passionately swive together while the world embrace the darkness. Using the Monarch of the Night ultra skill, the three were able to pleasure each other through the night until the blue hour.

But the backslash hit them hard the moment the skill diurnally wore off. Having used up their energy of the next day that night, the three have to replenish the lost vigor by resting their bodies until now.

“Good afternoon, my dears.”

Lucy crawl over the bedsheet and close the gap between her and her love ones. She leaned in close to Gabrielle and pressed her lips on Gabrielle’s. Lucy draw out her lips from Gabrielle and landed it on Uriel’s. Once they’re done, Uriel shifted her gaze to Gabrielle and meet her lips with the woman.

“Have you heard Michael’s call earlier?” Lucy asked, throwing her arms around them.

“I haven’t. How about you, Uriel?”

“Nothing.”

“You two were soundly sleeping so you didn’t hear anything.”

Since they all have Computerized Mind, they can psychically communicate with each other at any distance despite not having the Telepathy skill.

They usually used it to chat one another discreetly, to send messages from distance, or to remind everyone of something.

“What’s the content of the call.” Uriel asked Lucy for details.

“He said we got a letter from the Guildmaster himself. He is waiting for us at the base.”

Unlike the three, Michael, the only man of their party, slept alone in a separated room from them. Michael practically woke up quite earlier than the copulative ladies since he didn’t have a partner to sleep with.

He sometimes do adventuring alone and receiving mails like this day.

“From the Guildmaster?” Gabrielle pondered. “I wonder what he wants.”

“A congratulatory letter of our promotion? Or another special mission specifically exclusive for us again?”

“He formally congratulated us the other day, maybe the latter.” Lucy answered Uriel’s inquiry.

A week ago, the ladies accomplished the quest that brought themselves to the rank of B. Michael had promoted before them and almost halfway to the next rank. They only went to adventure a few months ago yet they achieve such rank in just a short time.

The Guildmaster perceived their quick advancement and unknowingly got his eyes set off of them. Doubtful about the pace of their raising, he conducted a surveillance to appraise their authenticity.

He intended to assigned them to accomplish an A class mission, which was out of their league he used to think about them, a Chimera subjugation quest.

A Chimera is a felid type A-ranked monster that is massive and ferocious, an evolution of the B-ranked Manticore. Spit magic out of its monstrous lion head, inject deadly venom from its snake tail.

Those feats alone made Chimeras hard to deal of. But they had the ability to put forth bat wings out of their bodies, increasingly their difficulties to be as hard as leaning Chinese Algebra.

Despite facing a monster with beastly traits, the party of Michael still accepted the mission without hesitation. They fought and killed the lion and accomplished their mission with flying colors within a day.

The Guildmaster heard the reports of the dispatched scouts he sent and got convinced of the party of Michael is a real McCoy.

“Get dress now. The letter must be important.”

Lucy reminded the girls with a gentle tone as she conjured her gears from who knows where. Gabrielle and Uriel followed suit and dressed themselves as well.

“Don’t forget to heal yourselves if you don’t want to be chased by unicorns.”

“Got it!”

“Alright. Let’s go.”

The ladies get out of their room and descent down the stairs. It would rouse unwanted suspicions if they suddenly disappeared without showing their fleshes to the inn staffs and other tenants.

The bustling sentients inside the establishment stopped for a while just to see the descending beauties. Parties of people who are patrons of the inn Michael is staying.

The tenants largely consists of vagabond adventurers and wandering merchants that are currently making mints in the capital. Being the most prosperous city attracts opportunists all over the continent, like how moths instinctively get allured of a lamp’s warmth.

Although having a base to return, Michael and the party made up their minds to stay in an inn on the surface. If people took heed of their homelessness, they would questioned where do they are living. Might incite tighter investigation against them.

“Good afternoon, ladies! Looks like you’re late again.”

“Good afternoon too, Jenna.”

A freckled girl in her late teens with short ginger hair welcomed the ladies with a cheery smile just as they stepped on the first floor. Her name is Jenna, the only child of the inn’s proprietor.

“Are you leaving already?”

“We are. And no need for us to take lunch.”

“Is that so? Take care!”

The ladies waved back to Jenna while walking out of the inn.

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In the middle of an enclosed green steppe, a lone house stood up firmly, the base of the party of Michael. There’s almost nothing standing around it aside from few maple trees and small structures.

A field of various crops found several meters back from the structure. It is used to provide veggies for the ones living there.

A few hundreds of meters from the house, a paddy field moisten approximately a hectare of the dungeon floor’s soil. They don’t have the grains in hand yet so it’s left unattended.

They had built no chicken coops or any other poultry facilities. Since they are in a dungeon, they can husband unlimited livestock on a regular basis.

Out of nowhere, three women with divine beauty suddenly appeared in front of the house. Lucy, Gabrielle and Uriel started walking on the stone pavement and entered their secret base.

“Wanna fill our palate first?”

“Wanna.” Both Lucy and Uriel uniformly answered Gabrielle’s question, which made Gabrielle rushed to the kitchen and started preparing their lunch.

Lucy and Uriel, who were left behind the door, glanced at the living room to find Michael sitting on a couch with crossed arms and legs. The pair deliberately ignored his presence and head up to the dining table.

Minutes had passed and the Holy Trinity finished their pasta with satisfaction on the beautiful faces. They then went back to the living room and jointly occupied the sofa diagonally across Michael. 𝒷𝓭ℴ𝓋𝓵.𝒸ℴ𝓶

With everyone in the room, Michael opened his hand to catch the envelope from his own subspace.

“This is the letter we received from the guild.” Said Michael neutrally before voiding the wax seal on the envelope.

“What’s does it says?” Asked Lucy who’s been sandwiched between the two ladies.

Michael slipped out the letter from the envelope and read it. Michael and the ladies had the Computerized Mind that they replicated from their main body. For that reason, Michael broadcast a 360 degree live feed of his point of view to the receivers for them to read.

“I see.” Lucy with her eyes shut to focus on reading muttered. “It seems to be relevant with that incident.” To which left their heads keep nodding.

The incident Lucy just mentioned was the bandit ambush of a Count Gracier’s daughter, Eisherz, that occurred last spring.

They left thoroughly baffled by the timing the nature called the three mages. They secretly interrogate the lone survivor of the bandits and found out that they were hired by an anonymous person to assassinate the noblewoman. But the one who approached them was just a middleman sent by the mastermind, or someone higher.

“It’s coming together now.” Gabrielle said. “Even though they can loot items from the ones they ransacked, it’s hard to think of them having the same high-quality mithrill sword individually. There must be someone with power provided them those weapons.”

They still don’t know the exact reason of why that someone wanted to get rid of Eisherz so badly to the point they gave high-quality equipment to the bandits in order to make the assassination more successful. But the plan was utterly destroyed when the party of Michael interrupted.

“Exactly. We went through tight investigation on this one but couldn’t find out a shadow of the ones responsible.” Uriel stated after opening her eyes. “But the culprits made a mistake. The weapons they provided had the quality that can be only manufactured within that country. With this escort mission, we can freely enter the said country.”

The Guildmaster recognized their abilities and assigned them to escort a weapon merchant to his mother country.

“…The nation of hammer and steel…” Michael opened his mouth to finish Uriel statement. “…Doria, the Nation of the Dwarves.”