Reincarnated as a Son of the Sword Saint and the Sage
Chapter 75 - 75: Letter

Dixon Empire Capital, City of Jeffer

"…Afternoon."

At one of the rooms 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 of people to sleep on. 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 swivel together while the world embraces 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 for 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 loved ones. She leaned in close to Gabrielle and pressed her lips against Gabrielle's. Lucy pulled her lips away from Gabrielle and landed them on Uriel's. Once they're done, Uriel shifts her gaze to Gabrielle and meets 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 other three, Michael, the only man in their party, slept alone in a separate 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 goes adventuring alone and receives mail like this.

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

"A congratulatory letter about 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 them to the rank of B. Michael had been promoted to that rank before them and is almost halfway to the next rank. They only went to adventure a few months ago, yet they achieved such rank in such a short time.

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

He intended to assign them to accomplish an A-class mission that was out of their league based on what 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 with. But they had the ability to put forth bat wings from their bodies, causing their difficulties to become as hard as learning 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 that the Myriad Wings, the name of Michael's party, was a real McCoy.

"Get dressed 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 descend the stairs. It would rouse unwanted suspicions if they suddenly disappeared without showing their faces to the inn staff and other tenants.

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

The tenants largely consist 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 by a lamp's warmth.

Although they had a base to return to, 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 question where they are living. It might incite tighter investigation against them.

"Good afternoon, ladies! Looks like you're late again."

"Good afternoon to you too, Jenna."

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

"Are you leaving already?"

"We are. "And there's 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 a few maple trees and small structures.

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

A few hundred meters from the house, a paddy field moistens approximately one 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 palates first?"

"Wanna." Both Lucy and Uriel uniformly answered Gabrielle's question, which made Gabrielle rush to the kitchen and start 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 headed up to the dining table.

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

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 does it say?" asked Lucy, who's been sandwiched between the two ladies.

Michael slipped 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 their heads keep nodding.

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

They left thoroughly baffled by the timing of the nature call the three mages. They secretly interrogated 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 who provided them those weapons."

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

"Exactly. We went through a tight investigation on this one but couldn't find a shadow of the ones responsible." Uriel said after opening her eyes. "But the culprits made a mistake. The weapons they provided had a quality that could only be 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's statement. "…Doria, the Nation of the Dwarves."

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