Reincarnated User Manual

Chapter 178: Organization

Yuma.

-Yuma.

‘…Who is calling me?’

-Yuma.

‘…I don’t know who it is, but I am currently enjoying a deep sleep and cannot respond.’

-Yuma. Won’t you wake up?

‘I’m starting to get annoyed. Who is it that’s disturbing my pleasant moment?’

After hundreds of years, a sense of fulfillment was felt.

The woman who was once known as Blood Yuma opened her eyelids, emitting a chilling magical aura, intending to see who was interrupting her.

Yuma, waking up in a cold sweat, sat up. Shiron, who had changed clothes at some point, looked at Yuma with a worried expression.

Yuma quickly retracted the magical aura she had emitted.

Having lived for hundreds of years without being woken up by anyone, she had forgotten with whom she had spent the previous night.

“Did I wake you up for no reason? You were frowning, so I thought you might be having a nightmare and woke you.”

“No, it’s not that. But, did I look like I was frowning?”

Yuma, clutching the blanket to cover her chest, asked cautiously.

“Did I… make any strange noises? If so, I apologize.”

“No, everyone has nightmares. Don’t worry about it.”

Shiron, who didn’t make a big deal out of Yuma’s sleep talking, organized the damp towels in the basket. He was busy as usual since he had to practice magic today as well.

“There’s a dragon that keeps urging me to come out, so I’ll go ahead. Take your time waking up.”

“…Okay.”

Yuma waved a small hand to Shiron as he left the room. After zoning out for a moment, Yuma stretched with a pleasant sound.

Due to the vigorous activity last night, her groin and her entire body felt numb. However, this numbness served as a medal for having been intimate with the young master, filling her mind with happiness.

Briefly smiling with pride, Yuma quickly shook her head to dispel any remaining drowsiness.

No matter how much she and the young master yearned for each other’s bodies and shared love, her primary role was to protect the family and serve as their maid.

She had no intention of assuming the role of the main lady of the house just because she had shared a moment of intimacy with the young master for one night. Yuma rose from the bed to tidy up the young master’s room.

“…Hmm?”

Suddenly, Yuma sensed something amiss in her lower body and groped her groin.

“…”

It was dry and bare.

Despite having engaged in such activities, her lower body was completely dry, without a single trace of moisture. Puzzled, Yuma stroked the bedsheet she had been lying on just moments ago.

Unlike her bareness, the bedsheet was damp in places.

Upon closer inspection, there were also some dried-up marks.

‘…Could it have been the young master?’

Yuma recalled the laundry basket that Shiron had been carrying.

Her dry and bare groin.

The damp towels.

And the farewell saying to take it easy…

Eventually, Yuma’s face turned as red as a ripe apple, with blood rushing to her face, sweating profusely even in the unheated Dawn Castle.

“……What a mistake.”

Yuma gripped her head, overwhelmed by a sense of self-loathing and embarrassment that came belatedly.

Caught up in the pleasant aftereffects, she had inadvertently left the cleanup to the young master. Having barely made a connection under the pretext of giving a reward, this was ultimately nothing more than prioritizing her own pleasure.

Yuma slumped her shoulders, branding herself as a lewd and indecisive woman.

‘Still, the bedsheets remained unorganized.’

Might as well tidy up. While arranging the bed without even putting on clothes, Yuma sensed several presences approaching.

Frantically, Yuma looked around to get dressed. Unfortunately, she had come to the young master’s room almost naked. Realizing her mistake of not preparing clothes in advance, Yuma reluctantly wrapped herself in the bedsheets.

Bang-

Just then, the door opened.

“Good day!”

“A very pleasant morning to you!”

“Congratulations~ Congratulations~ On removing your cobwebs, Miss Yuma~”

The maids flooded into the room, all amusement and song, wondering what was so funny.

“…What brings you all here?”

“What do you mean? Obviously, to hear about what happened last night.”

Encia, leading the group with an excited face, pushed forward, and the other maids surrounded Yuma, leaving her no escape.

“So, how was it?”

“Is it just like how it’s described in books?”

“If there was any difference, what was it?”

“Did you really moan ‘ahh’ as the young master did something you enjoyed with his… you know… towards your rear?”

“Was the young master’s… thing… really that big?”

The maids, one after another, bombarded Yuma with questions they were dying to ask. Even Encia and Roselin, who were usually playful, were one thing, but Dorothy and Ophilia, who tended to maintain a modest demeanor, eagerly pressed for answers.

“Hurry, hurry and tell us! I’m getting dizzy with anticipation!”

“Who initiated it? Was it the young master, as expected?”

“Of course, it would be. It’s a cliché that the haughty young master would be the one to overpower a maid.”

“No, it could be the other way around too. The cliché where a ripe lady, unable to control her heated body one night, overpowers the young master.”

“I actually overheard something from the next room…”

As Yuma felt dizzy with their babbling and didn’t respond, they began speculating wildly in front of her about what might have happened.

“There was no moaning of ‘ahh,’ just ‘uhm’ and ‘oh’ sounds!”

“‘Uhm’ and ‘oh’ instead of ‘ahh’? How vulgar can you get!”

“So vulgar! So vulgar!”

“I didn’t see Miss Yuma that way!”

“And then there’s the… ‘Ahem… young master. Please lie down here with your head this way. Just for today, I shall become your mother’… Isn’t that something?!”

“Good heavens!”

“I saw that. It’s a line from [Suddenly Your Step-Mother Is Nice]!”

“Totally mama!”

“Eh! Mama! Choo-choo!”

“Mama! Mama!”

“Enough!”

Now, they were even making things up. To stop the misunderstanding from growing uncontrollably, Yuma raised her hand high and shouted at them.

“Be quiet!”

“Mama… Choo-choo!”

“Quiet!”

Thwack!

Yuma smacked the one who had been spouting childish and vulgar comments. She did the same to those spreading baseless fabrications.

“First of all… let me clarify the misunderstanding.”

Seeing their subdued demeanor, Yuma cleared her throat with a flushed face.

“I did not make any ‘uhm’ or ‘oh’ sounds, nor did I utter the presumptuous words of becoming the young master’s mother.”

“Really?”

“Indeed, Jaina. So, please stop this embarrassing interrogation. It’s shameful for those listening.”

“But when we asked the young master, he told us to ask you, Miss Yumamom…”

“Right, Miss Yumamom. We’re just curious.”

“It’s Yuma, not Yumamom! Will you stop with these strange comments?”

Yuma yelled at the maids with a ghostly face. Yet, she couldn’t help but understand the maids’ excitement.

They had been trapped in this dull place for the last 500 years. Their main tasks were to dispose of intruders, clean up the evil creatures around, and care for humans without harm.

In such a context, the story of the young master, whom they had cared for since childhood, developing a romantic relationship with their leader was an unrivaled source of interest.

Yuma felt sorry for herself.

Even if Encia had pushed her, upon reflection, Yuma felt she had been too forward without considering her dignity.

The behavior of Yuma last night could only be described as unleashing the demon’s nature she had suppressed for 500 years; she was like a beast, a female in heat.

Even she, who thought she had tamed her temper somewhat, realized that the kids in front of her must have been just as pent-up as Yuma was.

“Yes, really. Did the young master tell me to come?”

“Yes, he said we need to hurry to the practice ground, so he left reluctantly!”

“…I see.”

Yuma nodded as if understanding, and the maids anxiously awaited her reaction.

“Then I’ll tell you the story… Let’s move somewhere spacious.”

“Wow! Yumamom, you’re the best!”

“Yumamom! Yumamom!”

The maids cheered and started carrying Yuma in celebration. Yuma clenched the bed sheet wrapped around her naked body to prevent it from slipping off.

“Of course, except for Encia and Ophilia.”

“…What?”

“Well, you two are already enjoying your leisure time outside, aren’t you?”

“Right! You two are out!”

The two, feeling as if they had been betrayed, could not close their mouths as their fellow maids laughed out loud.

“Please clean the young master’s room.”

“Yeah. You two can clean.”

The maids surrounding Yuma left Encia and Ophilia behind and moved to find a banquet hall.

Meanwhile, in the back mountain of Dawn Castle, Shiron’s magic practice was in full swing.

“Squaaaawk!”

It was supposed to be a busy day…

“Woooooah!”

Latera, having come outside after a long time, rolled around in the snow. Shiron watched this scene, feeling an indescribable sense of trouble.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d just stand there watching.”

“Shiron is right, half-angel. Everyone makes mistakes sometimes. Being blinded by desire to the point where you can’t see your surroundings is also a kind of mistake.”

Demodras also added words to console Latera. This was because he felt the deepest sadness possible from an angel he was seeing for the first time in a long while.

“The hero, the hero being tainted is one thing! But… but!”

Latera, with a face soaked in tears, continued to sob while bitterly voicing her grievances.

“How could you! How could you forget my existence and roll around with a demon? Especially when I was glaring right at you!”

“That’s because it was way too late at night. It was time for the children to be in dreamland, you know?”

“I don’t care! The hero is a fool! A pervert! An idiot! A lustful maniac! A jerk!”

It took more than half a day for Latera’s anger, sadness, and regret to calm down.