A cross-dressing anime, starting with Kaguya-sama: Love Is War.

From the moment that sea of ​​fire appeared to the moment Kirihara Shizuya collapsed, did the entire process take more than thirty seconds?

An A-rank knight, a "hunter" renowned for his assassinations and feared by countless opponents, was just punched... to pieces?

Almost there, 99% of the audience hadn't even had time to process what had just happened.

"This...this..."

On the podium, the host, who was in charge of the commentary, held up the microphone, opened and closed his mouth several times, but couldn't utter a single word.

“Win...4.0...Winner…”

His voice, in the extreme silence, sounded particularly dry and trembling through the broadcast system.

"The winner is Lynn!"

"Whoosh—"

Those students who previously championed Kirihara Shizuya and mocked Lynn as a parasite,

At this moment, everyone's faces turned ashen, and their gazes toward the figure in the center of the arena were filled with fear.

"It's over? Just like that... one punch?"

“I saw it… Kirihara’s face… it’s sunken in… Oh my god…”

"What kind of monster is that? Is it really an F-rank magic user? What school's equipment can detect that this kind of monster is an F-rank monster?!"

"It's a lie...this must be a lie!"

180. It was her!

Inside the venue.

Two medical staff members in white coats rushed in carrying a stretcher.

When they ran to Kirihara Shizuya's side and saw his injuries, they both gasped in shock.

That can no longer be called a face.

The bridge of the nose was completely shattered, the cheekbones collapsed, and the mandible was twisted at a bizarre angle.

One of the medical staff members, trembling, reached his finger into Shizuya Kirihara's carotid artery.

"She...she's still breathing..."

He cried out as if he had been granted a pardon.

Lynn ignored all of this.

He didn't even glance at Kirihara Shizuya lying on the ground.

He turned around, his hands still in his pockets, and strode leisurely toward the athletes' tunnel.

A few minutes later, the door to the lounge was pushed open.

Lynn appeared at the doorway.

Toudou Touka's body tensed instantly, and almost reflexively, he stood up from the sofa and bowed deeply.

"Owner……"

Stella also stood up abruptly, but her movements were stiff, her hands were tightly clasped together, and she lowered her head, not daring to look at Lynn's face.

Lynn acted as if nothing had happened, walked to the sofa, sat down, leaned back, and let out a comfortable sigh.

"A boring game."

He made a casual comment.

These words caused Stella's body to tremble almost imperceptibly.

That battle that shook the entire academy was, in his words, merely "boring."

Stella bit her lip as she looked at the water bottle on the table, which Lynn had previously taken a sip from and then placed aside.

Then I saw the kettle on the water dispenser next to me.

She remembered Lynn's words, "I don't like cold water."

A thought that made her feel ashamed of herself popped up uncontrollably.

As if guided by an invisible thread, she walked to the water dispenser, picked up a clean glass, poured in half a glass of hot water, and then added half a glass of cold water.

She even carefully tested the temperature of the cup wall with the back of her hand.

Not cold, not hot.

Then, with stiff steps, she carried the glass of water to Lynn.

Her cheeks were so red they looked like they were about to bleed.

"Here...here you go..."

Her voice was barely louder than a mosquito's hum.

Lynn opened her eyes, looked at the glass of water in front of her, and then at Stella's complex expression, which was filled with humiliation, resentment, and yet she had no choice but to do it.

He didn't answer immediately.

The process of taming a thorny, proud red rose into a docile house cat brought him an indescribable joy.

Just when the atmosphere in the lounge was about to reach an awkward low point.

The door to the lounge was pushed open from the outside.

The person didn't knock, and their movements were very light, yet they carried an air of undeniable authority.

A figure stood at the doorway, completely shrouded in shadow, his hood pulled low, obscuring his face and making it impossible to discern his features or gender.

This outfit looked completely out of place at Hagun Academy.

Toudou Touka and Stella tensed up instantly.

They couldn't sense the slightest magical fluctuation from this uninvited guest; he seemed just like an ordinary person.

How could an ordinary person quietly walk to the door of the lounge reserved for A-class knights without being noticed by anyone?

Lynn leaned back on the sofa, too lazy to even lift her eyelids.

He thought that Shinguji Kuro was up to something again.

"Is something wrong?"

There was a hint of impatience in his voice, as if he had been disturbed.

The figure standing at the door did not answer immediately.

The other person simply raised their hand slowly and pulled down their hood.

It was a face so exquisitely beautiful that it seemed otherworldly.

Her skin was as white as snow, and her long, silvery-white hair, as bright as moonlight, was braided into pigtails and hung down her back.

Most striking were her slightly drooping, emerald-green eyes, as if she were perpetually asleep.

A pair of pointed, elven ears peeked out from her hair, adorned with a pair of simple red earrings.

Her expression was indifferent, or rather, empty.

Stella and Toudou Touka were both stunned.

elves?

They are elves.

Having visited the world of the Netherworld, Toudou Touka is familiar with the ears of spirits.

Is this person also from the wrong place?

Did you wear them back with them?

The moment Lynn saw that face clearly, his body jolted violently!

Just a second ago he was lounging lazily on the sofa, but suddenly he sat up straight!

A terrifying glint suddenly appeared in those eyes that always held amusement and indifference!

Florian!

It was her!

The protagonist of The Burial of Freylan.

That elf magician who has lived for over a thousand years, that Freylan who traveled across the continent in search of the true meaning of the soul and magic!

Lynn's heart began to pound uncontrollably.

Exciting!

Unprecedented excitement!

His judgment was correct! There were indeed other time travelers.

For him, the appearance of Freya was of great significance!

Because in his line of sight, a hazy and soft light emanated from Frilian's petite body.

We've found a way to get back!

A crazy idea instantly took over Lynn's entire brain.

According to Toudou Touka

As long as... as long as I can have the most intimate relationship with this elf who seems uninterested in everything...

And in the process, he was the active party.

He can then return to the world of the wrong earth!

181. Can you let me take a nap?

There is a way to get back.

However...

Lynn's gaze lingered for a moment on those calm, deep green eyes.

Trying to sleep with an elf who has lived for over a thousand years and whose mind is as hard as a rock is probably infinitely more difficult than getting her to understand human emotions.

Both Toudou Toka and Stella were startled by Lynn's sudden and intense reaction.

They had never seen this man look so...longing in his eyes.

This stirred up a complex and indescribable emotion within them.

Is it vigilance? Or... jealousy?

Just then, Frilian finally spoke.

“There is not a single trace of magic in your body.”

Frilian's gaze calmly fell on Lynn; "But you can use flames far beyond the ordinary, and you can even create those swords out of thin air."

She tilted her head slightly, and a hint of inquiry flashed in her seemingly sleepy eyes.

"Your existence is not in line with this world."

One sentence revealed Lynn's biggest secret!

Stella and Toudou Touka's hearts clenched painfully.

Who exactly is this girl?

She was able to see right through Lynn's true nature at a glance?

The excitement in Lynn's eyes slowly faded, replaced by a deep sense of amusement.

interesting.

That's so interesting.

This woman is indeed extraordinary.

"So?" Lynn looked at her. "You came to see me just to say this?"

“I want to make a deal with you,” Frilian said in a calm tone.

"trade?"