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

"Warcraft possesses innate claws and brute strength."

"And humankind possesses boundless wisdom and potential for growth."

"Then, may I ask you all present, you magicians who pride yourselves on having noble blood flowing through your veins?"

His gaze swept calmly over the group of aristocratic students whose smiles were still frozen on their faces.

His gaze was as deep as a black hole, causing everyone who met his eyes to feel a sudden tremor in their heart.

"...a tool that only follows instinct and can never break through its limits."

"Which is the more advanced and powerful familiar: a 'brain' capable of independent thought, proactive learning, and tactical planning, possessing limitless possibilities?"

His words silenced the entire room instantly.

The mockery on the faces of those aristocratic students froze completely, their expressions as varied as a palette of colors.

They opened their mouths, wanting to refute, but found that their barren brains, filled with a sense of superiority, couldn't find any words to retort.

Although this commoner familiar's words were extremely arrogant and sounded incredibly harsh, they... somehow, damn well, made a lot of sense!

Even the most powerful magical beast is still just a wild animal that follows its instincts.

The potential of a life with intelligence is limitless!

Mr. Colbert, standing at the edge of the crowd, was completely stunned.

He pushed up his glasses, which had slipped down in shock, and felt a huge wave of emotions surging within him!

As a scholar who studies ancient magic and history, he understands the subversive horror behind these words better than these young students!

'Tools' and 'brains'... He used such a simple yet precise metaphor to completely overturn the traditional theory that 'familiars are extensions of magicians' weapons' that has been around for thousands of years!

This is not a simple excuse; it's a completely new and unprecedented idea that elevates familiars from 'accessories' to 'strategic partners'!

Colbert stared intently at the man's retreating figure, his breathing becoming rapid.

'This…this is far beyond the insight and logic of an ordinary commoner! His thoughts even surpass the scriptures left by the progenitor, Brimir! Louise…what kind of being has she…summoned?!'

For the first time, a blush of annoyance and distortion appeared on Chuluk's charming face.

This strange familiar, he actually used this method, so casually, to defuse all the ridicule, and even turned the tables, making these high-ranking nobles look like a bunch of brainless fools who only knew how to show off their brute force!

Louise, who was hiding behind Lynn, was completely stunned.

She stared in disbelief at the broad back of the man who had shielded her from all the storms of life.

Was he... was he protecting me?

Is he trying to vindicate me, or us...?

A surge of scalding warmth instantly coursed through her body, dispelling all the coldness and panic.

Just then, Lynn turned her head, her lazy yet all-seeing eyes calmly gazing at her.

"A contract is a connection between two equal souls, not a relationship between master and slave."

“I don’t care about your title ‘Louise Zero’. Those labels of mortals mean nothing to me.”

"I only have one question for you."

His voice was calm yet powerful, carrying a weight that struck straight to the soul.

"Are you ready to fight alongside your familiar, entrusting your back to him?"

boom--! ! !

These words struck Louise's soul like a thunderbolt from the heavens!

Her mind was blank.

Equal...souls?

A partner who fights alongside you...?

Should I... entrust my back to him?

No one has ever said anything like that to her before.

In this world where familiars are seen as mere tools, she was despised by everyone for her failure.

The man before her, the familiar whom she regarded as a "god," not only protected her when she was at her most wretched and desperate, but also gave her something she had never dared to hope for in her life... respect and trust.

"I...I do!"

Louise opened her mouth and, with all her might, practically roared out the words.

Tears welled up in her eyes and could no longer be held back, bursting forth like pearls from a broken string.

But those weren't tears of grievance.

Rather, they are tears of being moved, of being redeemed, of finding a home for their souls.

Looking at the man before her, she felt as if she were seeing the only light in the darkness.

At this moment, all the glory of nobility, the ridicule of others, the shame of "Louise Zero"... she threw them all to the winds!

All she knew was that she couldn't lose him! Absolutely not!

She would seize this light! With all her might, she would imprint it forever in her world!

Louise nodded frantically, unable to tell whether it was from excitement or from sobbing. She simply followed the deepest desire of her soul and the guidance of that ancient and sacred ritual, and subconsciously stood on tiptoe.

She closed her eyes, as if completing the most devout pilgrimage, and leaned closer.

Soft, slightly cool lips, carrying a girl's unique fragrance, gently and tentatively pressed against Lynn's lips.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

In Louise's perception, the world had completely lost its sound.

All the mockery and all the stares vanished into nothingness.

All she could feel was the warm touch of his lips.

And there was that crisp, pleasant scent that made her feel incredibly at ease.

Her mind went blank. Instinctively, she wanted to retreat as quickly as possible, but that warmth seemed to possess a fatal magic, making her greedily and reluctantly want to absorb more and more...

The fear of being abandoned by the world, the extreme panic of losing this light, overwhelmed all shyness and reason at this moment.

What began as a gentle touch deepened under the girl's clumsy yet passionate emotions.

Louise was completely smitten.

She forgot where she was, and forgot that countless eyes were watching her.

She was simply following her instincts, using this kiss to completely bind her soul to his!

Everyone in the square was stunned!

If the initial kiss could be explained as a "ritual," then...

So now... what's with this completely absorbed, even somewhat proactive and demanding attitude?!

"Oh my god! What is she doing?!"

"Has she gone mad?! This happened in public! She's completely disgraced the Valiel family!"

In the crowd, Chuluk's face, which always wore a charming smile, froze completely.

Instead, a twisted, iron-blue hue appeared, a result of jealousy!

Why? !

Why should Louise Zero, that piece of trash, be allowed to do this?!

How could she summon such a handsome and extraordinary man? How could she be so... so shameless...?

Chuluk clenched his fists tightly, his fiery red eyes almost spitting out flames of jealousy.

at this time.

"Well!"

Louise let out a soft whimper and suddenly woke up.

What roused her from her reverie was not the gaze of others, but a searing pain, as if it would burn her very bones to ashes, that suddenly surged from the back of Lynn's left hand and was clearly transmitted to her through their joined lips!

She recoiled as if electrocuted, her face flushed as red as a ripe apple, even her neck was tinged with a lovely pink, she was so ashamed she wished she could find a crack in the ground to crawl into.

She was breathing heavily, her chest heaving, and her watery, peach-colored eyes were gazing at Lynn, completely unable to meet his gaze.

Lynn frowned slightly and raised his left hand.

Rows of mysterious runes, composed of countless tiny runes, appeared rapidly beneath his skin as if branded by a red-hot iron, then slowly disappeared!

[Ding! A familiar contract has been formed!]

[Congratulations, host! Your soul has resonated with "Nothingness," and the passive talent "God's Left Hand - Gandalf" has been successfully activated!]

However, at this moment.

An arrogant and provocative voice rang out at an inopportune moment.

"Hmph, what a shameless yet deeply moving display of master-servant affection."

A young nobleman with blond curly hair, holding a magic wand adorned with roses, and dressed in an extremely flamboyant manner, walked out, surrounded by a giant earth elemental mole named "Moore".

It was Gish du Grammon, a dueling enthusiast known as "Gish the Bronze".

He glanced at Lynn with the contempt of someone looking at trash, then turned his gaze to Louise, who was almost fainting from embarrassment, and said in an exaggerated, aria-like tone:

“…Miss Valier, you are increasingly disappointing me.”

"Summoning a commoner as a familiar is not only a disgrace to you personally, but also an insult to all the nobles of Tristain!"

"To defend the honor of the nobility!"

Kisch suddenly pointed his wand at Lynn, his face, which he considered handsome, filled with fanaticism.

"I, Kish du Gramon, hereby challenge you, you arrogant commoner, to a duel!"

I will prove it with facts—

"You, like your master 'Louise Zero,' are only fit to be trampled under my feet!"

Chapter 36: All the girls in the school screamed, "This familiar is so cool!"

Kisch's declaration of war, filled with aristocratic arrogance and a desire to perform, was like a spark that instantly ignited the already restless atmosphere in the square.

"Duel! Duel!"

"Let that arrogant commoner see the might of us nobles!"

"Lord Kishu, use your bronze golem to grind him into powder!"

The students, who had just been rendered speechless by Lynn's words, seemed to have found an outlet and instantly erupted in excitement again.

In their view, those remarks were nothing more than the commoner familiar's last act of stubbornness.

Magic and swords are the eternal truth of this world.

Louise's pretty face, which had just been flushed red with shyness and emotion, suddenly turned deathly pale.

Her small hands gripped Lynn's clothes tightly, her body trembling slightly from extreme fear.

She just bit her lower lip hard, forcing herself to open her misty, peach-colored eyes wide, staring intently at the back of the person in front of her who had shielded her from all the storms.

That was her light.

It was the only miracle she received through prayer in her endless despair and darkness.

How could she look away?

"no, do not want……"

Her voice was barely audible, tinged with sobs, but it wasn't a plea for him to run away; rather, it was a humble prayer from the depths of her soul.

Pray that these foolish and ignorant mortals will not anger the gods.

May this hard-won light not be tainted by this corrupt world.

Lynn lowered his head and looked at the girl, who was clearly terrified but still stubbornly staring at him with an almost fanatical faith. He felt nothing, and even wanted to laugh a little.

He knew that in this world, empty talk alone wouldn't get you anywhere.