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

With each of Kiss's sweeping attacks, Lynn simply retreated a step in advance, allowing the sharp sword wind to graz his nose perfectly.

The control over that distance was so precise it was outrageous.

To Lynn, every fancy sword move Kishu made looked like a three-year-old child wildly waving a stick.

Throughout the entire process, Lynn didn't even move more than three steps.

He was like a patient swordsmanship master instructing a hopeless disciple.

Effortless and carefree, handling things with ease.

That composure, that elegance, that absolute control that seemed to have everything at its fingertips, captivated all the noble ladies present.

Pink hearts began to uncontrollably appear in their eyes.

"Oh my god...he's so handsome..."

"That feeling of ease and control...it's so...so captivating!"

Montmorency's emerald green eyes were now uncontrollably following the white figure. Her heart was pounding, her cheeks were burning, and her breathing was rapid.

At this moment, she cast aside all notions of aristocratic honor and disdain for Louise.

All that remained in her mind was the elegant yet deadly figure of the man wielding the tree branch.

Hearing the exclamations around her, Louise's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally settled down completely. In its place was an immense sense of pride and honor, and of course, a slight sour feeling of jealousy that she herself did not even realize.

at last.

After dismantling all of Kisher's attacks, Lynn seemed to have gotten tired of it.

A hint of impatience flashed in his lazy eyes.

"ended."

The words fell.

He gently pushed the branch in his hand forward.

The movement was so gentle, as if shooing away an annoying fly.

The tip of the branch landed precisely on the chest of Kisher's magnificent dress.

boom!

Kishu was struck dumb!

An irresistible force erupted from that tiny point of contact!

He screamed and flew backward, tracing a messy parabola in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. The "Wind Caresses Rose" in his hand also flew out and flew far away.

His movements were fluid and graceful, incredibly cool.

Although none of the proud nobles were willing to admit it.

But deep down, they were all screaming the same thought.

Louise, that good-for-nothing... this time, it seems she really... hit the jackpot!

After the victory, Lynn didn't even glance at Kisch, who was lying unconscious on the ground.

He casually tossed the branch, which had already fulfilled its historical mission, onto the ground as if it were a piece of insignificant trash.

Then, he walked back to the pink-haired girl who was completely dumbfounded.

He calmly gazed at her lovely face, which was flushed red with excitement, admiration, shock, and a hint of secret delight.

Then, in a calm tone, as if he had just resolved a trivial matter, he began to speak:

"The trouble is solved."

"Now, can we talk about my accommodation?"

boom--! ! !

This is an incredibly simple yet incredibly cool statement.

Like a supernova, it exploded in the depths of Louise's heart!

Her cheeks were so hot they could practically fry an egg.

At that moment, her mind was completely blank, overwhelmed by an emotion called "happiness".

Chapter 37: The girls are completely succumbed!

Even after the duel ended, the plaza still retained an eerie atmosphere of burnt blood and frenzied excitement.

The whispers among the surrounding noble students had shifted from unrestrained mockery to a complex murmur tinged with awe, envy, and fervor.

Every gaze cast upon this place seemed to be enchanted by a high-temperature spell, scorching and frightening.

For the first time in her life, Louise Francis-Lou-Brown-du-La Vallière straightened her slender spine, which had always been slightly hunched over due to her inferiority complex.

She felt as if she were walking on clouds, each step light and unreal.

Everything that happened today was more fantastical than the most bizarre and daring dream she had ever had.

She secretly glanced at the man beside her, who was walking leisurely with his hands in his pockets.

He is the source of all this fantasy.

It's her... familiar.

This realization made her heart feel as if it were soaked in honey, so sweet it was almost cloying, while at the same time it felt like a thousand little deer were running wildly around her, almost jumping out of her throat.

The stone path leading from the college square to her dormitory was clearly very long.

But today, Louise felt that this path was still too short.

Her little head was completely in turmoil.

In the afternoon, the image of him effortlessly manipulating Kishu with a branch in one hand in the dueling arena kept playing on repeat in her mind.

That wasn't a battle.

It was a one-sided artistic crushing defeat called "elegance".

So handsome...

Seriously, he's so handsome!

Especially the moment he used that ordinary tree branch to tap Kisher in the chest, sending him flying, the ease and composure he exuded...

Louise felt as if her soul had been completely pierced through at that moment.

And the looks from the classmates around me!

Kiss's gang was incredulous.

The shock and admiration of ordinary students for "August 30".

as well as……

In the eyes of those two women, Chuluk and Montmorency, there was an undisguised, burning possessiveness that seemed to want to devour him alive!

Thinking of this, Louise's immense joy, like drinking three buckets of honey, was inexplicably mixed with a sour, wary feeling and a sense of crisis that she herself did not even realize.

No!

He was summoned by me!

It's my familiar!

None of you can take it away!

The girl's lovely face, which always tried to maintain an aristocratic dignity, turned red and white in turns, her expression changing unpredictably, which was quite beautiful.

For the first time, she experienced so profoundly what "happy troubles" meant.

"Squeak-"

The moment Louise pushed open the door to her dormitory room, her joyful heart sank.

Finished!

She looked at the princess bed in the room, which wasn't made, at the few magic books carelessly tossed on the desk, and at the lace nightgown she'd changed out of yesterday and forgotten to have the servants take it to wash in the corner...

An unprecedented sense of unease and anxiety, like an icy tide, instantly overwhelmed her.

For the first time in her life, she felt that her room was... so, so cluttered and cramped!

How... how can we let "him" move in!

This is blasphemy against the gods!

Lynn didn't seem to care at all; he calmly surveyed the room filled with girlish charm.

The room is decorated in pink and white as the main colors, and is ornate, but it exudes a childlike innocence.

A faint, sweet fragrance, like roses mixed with milk, filled the air.

It fits her persona perfectly.

Lynn's gaze lingered on the desk for a second, where a framed picture contained a somewhat crooked family portrait. In the painting, a pink-haired little girl was trying hard to stand on tiptoe, wanting to be as tall as her parents.

"Well done," Lynn suddenly said, his tone flat.

"Eh?!"

Louise's body stiffened abruptly. Following his gaze, her cheeks flushed crimson. "No, don't look! That's something I doodled when I was little!"

She tried to rush over and hide the painting, but her body seemed to be frozen in place, unable to move.

In his presence, everything about oneself seemed to be laid bare.

"That...this..."

Louise stood in the doorway, her hands nervously clutching the hem of her skirt. Her delicate face was as red as a ripe apple, and even her fair neck was tinged with a lovely blush.

She remembered the rules of the academy.

Familiars are not allowed to sleep in beds.

Typically, the master would lay out a pile of dry straw in a corner of the room for his familiars, which would be their place to spend the night.

Can……

She glanced at Lynn's handsome face, which seemed otherworldly and radiant.

She glanced again at his white shirt, which, though oddly styled, was spotless.

Recalling his previous remarks about "equal souls" and "fighting side by side"...

The word "straw" was like a red-hot branding iron, stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say it no matter what.

To make someone like her, who is like a god descended to earth, sleep on a cold floor and a dirty haystack?

That was a crueler form of torture than killing her!

"Um... according to... according to the rules..." she stammered for a long time, her voice barely audible, "The familiar... is... is sleeping on the ground..."

She took a deep breath, as if she had used up all her courage, and suddenly raised her head. Her watery, peach-colored eyes looked directly at Lynn with a resolute determination.

"But...you can sleep in my bed! I...I'll sleep on the floor!"

After saying that, she wished she could bite off her own tongue, and buried her head in her chest in embarrassment, not daring to look Lynn in the eye.

Lynn's gaze swept over the princess bed, which was clearly only big enough for a petite girl to sleep on, and then she chuckled softly.

In his [emotional perception], the pink ball of light representing Louise was flashing wildly because of "shame" and "awkwardness," as cute as a light bulb about to burn out.

Of course, he wouldn't make things difficult for this little girl he had just completely won over.

"No need."

He spoke calmly, and his gentle tone instantly dispelled all of Louise's unease.

"I'll sleep on the floor."

He paused, then added, "However, a good magician wouldn't let his partner sleep on a cold floor. I need a clean set of bedding."

There was no disregard whatsoever.

There was not a trace of dissatisfaction.

They even used a joking yet serious approach to reiterate that they were "partners".