I, the spiritual mentor of beautiful girls from all over the world

She hurriedly turned off the shower, wrapped herself haphazardly in a towel, took a deep breath, and with trembling fingers, carefully pressed the answer button.

"Hello, hello... Teacher Lin... Teacher Lin En?"

Her voice sounded soft and sweet due to nervousness and the echo from the bathroom.

"It's me, Yuihama-san. Hope I didn't bother you?"

On the other end of the phone came Lynn's unique, slightly languid, magnetic voice, so pleasant it made your ears tingle.

Just one sentence was enough to make Yui Yuigahama feel like half of her body went limp.

"No, no! Absolutely not!" she quickly denied, afraid the other party would hang up.

Lynn briefly explained the situation over the phone.

"...That's the thing, I have some urgent business to attend to and need to go abroad for a few days. I'm worried about leaving Qiong alone, could you please give her a ride to and from school these next couple of days?"

Upon hearing the words "going abroad," Yui felt a sudden emptiness in her heart, and a deep sense of loss welled up inside her.

But then, when she heard Lynn's pleading, gentle tone, that sense of loss was instantly replaced by another strange emotion.

Teacher Lynn... is begging me!

And it's all because of Qiong's sister!

Yui Yuigahama's intuition, like radar, accurately captured a piece of information—Sora held a very, very important place in Teacher Lynn's heart.

This stirred a slight, bittersweet feeling within her, a feeling she herself hadn't even noticed.

But how could she possibly refuse? She also absolutely adored that delicate and cute little Qiong sister who was like a doll!

"Okay! No problem! I've got it covered!" Yuihama patted her rather large chest, which was wrapped in a bath towel, and made a bold promise.

Only after hanging up the phone did she belatedly recall the arrogant and powerful figure of the man overlooking everything on the rooftop.

Suddenly, the temperature in the bathroom seemed to rise a few degrees.

Even after settling things off with Yuihama, Lynn still felt uneasy.

He dialed another number.

"Hey—hiccup! Who's the jerk who's interrupting my drinking?!"

On the other end of the phone came Hiratsuka Shizuka's signature voice, hearty yet slightly tipsy.

“It’s me, Lynn.”

"Oh? It's you, kid. What, you've finally seen the light and are planning a mature, adult date with your teacher? Hiccup!"

"..."

Ignoring her drunken ramblings, Lynn said directly, "Hiratsuka-sensei, I have to go on a business trip for two days. I'll leave Sora in your care with Yuihama."

"Huh? You're going to abandon your adorable little sister and run away?!" Hiratsuka Shizuka instantly sobered up halfway. "You brat, what are you up to behind the scenes? You're not planning to run away, are you?!"

"Anyway, please."

Lynn didn't wait for her to continue rambling and decisively hung up the phone.

Everything is ready.

He entered Qiong's room, knelt down, and spoke to the girl who was looking at him with inquiring eyes in a gentler tone than ever before:

"Sora, Onii-chan just had something come up and needs to go abroad for a few days."

He pointed to the refrigerator and dining table: "I've prepared food and allowance for you. For the next two days, you can go to and from school with Yui, okay?"

Qiong's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

The light that had just ignited in her gray eyes, which always reflected Lynn's figure, dimmed instantly.

Going abroad?

leave?

An overwhelming sense of reluctance and panic, like a tidal wave, instantly engulfed her.

But she said nothing.

She just stared at Lynn for a very long time.

Then, she nodded obediently.

Then, silently and clumsily, I folded several shirts and underwear for him to change into, and neatly put them into his suitcase, one by one.

The movement was so natural...like a wife packing her bags for her husband who is about to embark on a long journey.

Lynn was stunned.

……

After confirming that Sora had fallen asleep and tucking her in with the blanket.

Lynn returned to her room.

He changed into a clean and crisp white shirt and casual jeans, and his entire demeanor subtly transformed from that of a lazy teacher into that of a traveler about to embark on a journey.

He had a thought.

The pure white, multiverse-themed safe house silently unfolded within the room.

Lynn stood in the center of the portal, took a deep breath, and gave the system instructions.

"Accept the mission."

"Begin transmission."

The words fell.

Streams of green data, filled with mysterious code, wrapped around his body like vines.

There was a flash of light.

Lynn's figure vanished completely from the modern apartment in an instant.

next second.

He will appear in a fantasy world where swords and magic intertwine.

Go and face a proud, pink-haired noblewoman who is on the verge of despair and collapse.

Chapter 34: A godlike being has descended!

In the night sky over the continent of Halkkinia, two full moons, one large and one small, one white and one purple, hung serenely high.

The stars, like diamonds, dot the scene.

Inside a magnificent room at the Tristine Magic Academy, filled with shades of pink.

Louise Francis Lou Brown du La Vallière was burying her petite body deep into the soft pillow.

Her peach-pink hair, like blooming roses, was scattered messily on the bed sheets.

"If only... I hadn't said those two sentences..."

Her voice was weak, like a murmur, full of regret.

In his mind, the words he had shouted in a moment of passion a few hours earlier, when he was in the tower facing the taunts of his old rivals, Chuluk and Montmorency, were playing on repeat.

"Just you wait! I will summon a familiar that is more holy, more beautiful, and more powerful than any of you!"

"Ugh... How embarrassing... How could I have said something like that!"

Louise tensed up in frustration, her small feet, clad in white lace socks, kicking wildly up and down on the bed.

She could almost foresee what tomorrow would bring.

Summoning failed.

Then came that iconic, humiliating explosion!

Making grand pronouncements with absolute certainty will only make you the most laughable target in the eyes of others.

"What should I do tomorrow?"

"Whether it's fire, water, earth, or wind, all four types of magic will invariably turn into an explosion in my hands..."

"I possess magic... but without any attributes... am I really destined to be 'Louise Zero' forever?"

At this moment, her lovely face, which always tried so hard to maintain its aristocratic dignity, was filled with pitifulness.

The carefully constructed facade of strength crumbles inch by inch in the dead of night, revealing the most vulnerable and helpless core.

In this world where nobles are magicians, her inability to successfully cast spells makes her stand out starkly, like a joke.

Despair, like icy seawater, enveloped her tightly.

Fighting back the tears that threatened to spill, she curled up on the bed, hugging her legs with both hands, using all her strength to suppress the sob that was about to escape her lips.

In her utter helplessness and resentment, she looked out the window at the two moons, one large and one small, and in a voice only she could hear, uttered the most sincere prayer of her life.

"The progenitor, Brimir..."

"If you truly exist, please, answer my prayers..."

"Please grant me a familiar... even if... even if it's not so holy, not so beautiful, not so powerful..."

"As long as... as long as I can succeed just once, just once!"

"Please, please..."

The girl's voice sounded so humble and insignificant in the quiet room.

However, what she didn't know was.

Her prayer, her deepest, soul-searching desire for "success," mixed with the ethereal power within her—a power she herself was unaware of, capable of distorting the rules of the world—transcended endless time and space.

They failed to reach the "progenitor Brimir" she spoke of.

Instead, it precisely knocked on another door that did not belong to this world.

……

The following day, the "Spring Festival"—the familiar summoning ceremony—of the Tristine Magic Academy was held as scheduled.

"Remember this, everyone! A mage can only summon a familiar once in their lifetime!"

Mr. Colbert adjusted his glasses and gave a stern warning.

"The strength of a mage is primarily determined by their familiars, making familiars extremely crucial!"

"You could say that familiars are the limbs of you magicians! I expect you to give it your all!"

In the college square, second-year students formed a circle, watching the ceremony with great interest.

In the center of the crowd stood a pink-haired girl with a pale face and a slightly trembling body, holding a magic wand.

It was Louise.

"Hey, look! It's Louise Zero!"

"Did you hear? Yesterday she boasted to Chuluk that she was going to summon the strongest familiar! I bet a gold coin that it will explode again this time!"

Upon hearing this, the red-haired girl, known as Chuluk, stroked her fiery red curly hair and let out a charming giggle.

"Oh dear, I'm so scared! What if Louise really summons a giant dragon and terrifies my 'Salamanda'?"

The surrounding area immediately erupted in laughter.

Those undisguised, malicious jeers pierced Louise's heart like sharp needles.

She bit her lower lip tightly, forcing herself not to listen or think.

"Please! I beg you! If there truly is a deity who can hear me, then please... please help me!"

Louise pleaded desperately in her heart, slowly raising her head. Amidst the mocking and sarcastic gazes of the crowd, her small face remained solemn.

She raised her wand high, and with all her might, chanted the incantation that embodied all her hope and despair:

"In the abyss of the universe, at the origin of chaos!"

The moment the first incantation was uttered, the surrounding laughter stopped abruptly.

"What kind of incantation is this?!"

A nobleman student stared in astonishment, “This is not a single line from the standard Gospel of the First Patriarchs!”