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

"Uncertain."

Frilian is very beautiful.

"It could take a few days, or it could take decades."

Lynn's face darkened.

Decades?

He doesn't have time to waste here.

"I have a way, and that is to sleep with you so I can go back."

Lynn didn't care whether it was vulgar or not.

The air seemed to freeze in that instant.

Toudou Touka, who had been standing by his side the whole time, remained completely still, not even blinking.

Stella, who was in the corner, suddenly froze.

This man... how could he say such things with such self-righteousness and shamelessness!

What did he take that elf for?

Are these tools that can be used freely?

She bit her lip hard to keep the curse from coming out.

She didn't dare.

Freyland slowly raised her head from behind the heavy magic book.

Her emerald green eyes remained completely still, showing neither shyness nor anger.

There was only one kind of pure, seriousness, like that of someone exploring an academic question.

She looked at Lynn and spoke calmly;

"Your suggestion lacks theoretical basis."

Lynn's prepared remarks suddenly caught in his throat.

"what?"

“I have reviewed the relevant literature.” Frilian’s tone was calm and her logic was clear. “Inter-world transmission, at its core, is the resonance of ‘spatial beacons’ and the temporary synchronization of ‘world laws’.”

"The behavior you described is essentially an exchange of energy and information between living organisms, with the primary purpose of procreation."

She tilted her head;

"Although there are indeed examples of using life energy as a driving force in some advanced magical rituals, the energy conversion efficiency is extremely low and the process is extremely unstable."

"More importantly, the fluctuations generated by this energy exchange are completely different models from the stable frequencies required to construct 'spatial beacons'."

She extended a slender, white finger and gestured in the air.

"Theoretically, the total amount of energy may be sufficient, but the 'quality' of energy and the 'output method' are completely mismatched."

“So,” she concluded, “your method won’t work.”

Having said that, she seemed to feel that the question had been perfectly answered, so she lowered her head, preparing to continue reading her book.

She added another sentence.

“I’m very tired right now. Drawing that ritual array took a lot of my energy. I need to rest.”

After saying that, she yawned, picked up her precious suitcase, and slowly walked back to her room.

The door slammed shut.

Lynn stood there, his expression shifting between light and dark.

That was the only way he could do it!

...

The next day, the sun was high in the sky.

Frillie's door remained closed.

Lynn walked to Frilian's door and knocked.

dong dong dong.

There was no response.

He increased the force.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

It remained quiet inside.

693 “Master,” Toudou Touka whispered, “Miss Frilian hasn’t come out since she went back yesterday.”

Lynn stopped knocking on the door.

He grabbed the doorknob and twisted it hard.

Click.

The door lock, made of a special alloy, was as fragile as a cookie and was crushed into pieces.

He pushed open the door and entered.

The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn tightly.

A faint fragrance, like that of some kind of plant, wafted in the air.

Frilian was lying in bed, fast asleep.

She was curled up in the blanket, with only her long, silvery-white hair and a small section of her smooth forehead showing.

Her breathing was steady and long, her small mouth was slightly pouting, and her face had a satisfied and peaceful expression.

He slept like a log.

This was the first thought that popped into Lynn's mind.

He stepped forward and nudged her shoulder.

"Hey, wake up."

Frilian stirred, uttered some incoherent babbling, turned over, and went back to sleep.

206. Key

Lynn raised an eyebrow.

Sure enough, Freya's habit of sleeping in remains unchanged.

He increased his strength and began shaking her body.

"Frilian! It's dawn! The sun's shining brightly!"

"Hmm...don't make a sound...I'll sleep for another five hundred years..."

Frillie mumbled something, buried her head in the pillow, and fell completely silent.

Lynn stopped what she was doing.

A meaningful smile slowly appeared on his face.

It seems he has found a more interesting and efficient way to "communicate".

He straightened up, left the room, and closed the door he had broken behind him.

In the living room, Stella and Toudou Touka both watched him nervously.

"She hasn't woken up yet."

Lynn's tone was calm.

"She looks really exhausted."

He walked to the sofa, sat down, and crossed his legs.

"It's okay, we can wait."

"Let her get some rest."

He had a warm smile on his face, and looked considerate and gentle.

But Stella suddenly felt a chill.

Over the next two days, Lynn was very patient.

He stopped bothering Frilian and even forbade Toudou Touka and Stella from approaching the room.

His daily life consisted of sitting in the living room, studying his inherent spiritual garment.

He even cooked, something he hadn't done in a long time, and prepared several incredibly lavish meals.

An eerie peace permeated the entire dormitory building.

Stella felt like she was going crazy.

The calmer the man was, the more uneasy she felt.

She would rather see Lynn as she was before, irritable, impatient, and using everyone as a tool.

Although he was terrifying, at least he was predictable.

And now, Lynn, with her gentle smile and seemingly in complete control of everything,

It made her feel like a frog being targeted by a venomous snake, without even the courage to move.

She didn't know what he was going to do.

But she had a strong premonition.

He is waiting.

Waiting for the right time.

Waiting for the best opportunity to achieve his goal.

That timing seems to be inextricably linked to the sleeping sprite in the room.

The morning of the third day.

The first ray of sunlight shone through the window and fell on the floor.

Lynn put down the book in her hand.

He stood up, stretched, and his joints cracked loudly.

"That's about it~".

He muttered something to himself.

Then he turned around and walked toward Frilian's room.

His steps were light, and he landed silently.

But every step he took felt like it was treading on Stella's heart.

"What...what are you going to do?"

Stella finally mustered her courage and stood up from the sofa, her voice trembling with nervousness.

Lynn stopped and turned around.

He didn't say anything, but just watched her with a theatrical expression, as if curious about what she would say.

"You can't...you can't hurt her!"

Stella's cheeks flushed red.

She knew her words were ridiculous.

She can't even protect herself, so what right does she have to protect others?

But she still said it.

Perhaps it was the last vestige of dignity belonging to a "knight" that was causing this unease within her.

"Harm?"