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

It was as if sleeping on the floor was the most normal thing for him.

This thoughtfulness, this feeling of being respected, was like the gentlest warmth, instantly flowing through Louise's entire body.

Her eyes suddenly welled up with tears, and she almost couldn't hold back her tears again.

"Yes! Yes!"

She nodded repeatedly as if granted a pardon, then turned and rushed to the huge wardrobe in the room like a frightened little rabbit.

She frantically pulled out a brand-new set of bedding, still wrapped in silk, from the deepest part of the wardrobe.

That was a spare set of bedding that her mother had specially prepared for her when she enrolled in school. She had never been able to bear using it. The bedding was embroidered with the rose crest of the Valiel family in silver thread, and there was still a faint floral fragrance that belonged to her.

She clumsily spread the soft, fluffy quilt and the pillows with delicate lace trim on the floor.

That careful, meticulous manner, as if afraid of doing something wrong and neglecting the other person, was like that of a young girl in the throes of first love preparing a room for her sweetheart for the first time.

……

Tristine Magic Academy, girls' dormitory, a gorgeous room filled with the scent of roses.

Unlike Louise's somewhat messy dorm room, everything here was exquisite, like a work of art.

With her voluptuous figure and dazzling red hair, Chuluk paced restlessly back and forth on the expensive carpet. Her fiery red eyes, which always held a charming smile, now held only undisguised, hunter-like heat and possessiveness.

"No... I just can't calm down!"

She abruptly stopped and turned to look at Montmorency, who was sitting in front of the dressing table with a lovesick expression.

"Mengmeng! You're still spacing out!"

"Don't you think that summoning such a top-tier familiar by Louise, that little flat-chested girl, is the greatest blasphemy against the gods?!"

Montmorency, the girl with beautiful blonde curls and a touch of aristocratic arrogance, was resting her chin on her hand, her eyes glazed over, completely oblivious to her friend's words.

Her beautiful emerald green eyes reflected only the white figure from the dueling arena that afternoon.

“Chuluk…did you see that…” she said in a dreamlike tone.

"The way he used the branch... was so, so elegant... that composure, that strength... was completely different from that blabbermouth idiot, Kisch!"

"Kish? That idiot doesn't even deserve to be compared to him!" Chuluk sneered, a hint of contempt flashing in his eyes.

She walked to the window, looked at the two bright moons, one large and one small, in the distance, and licked her luscious red lips.

“I don’t care who he is or how he was summoned by that ‘zero’.”

"I only know……"

I want him!

“Only I, ‘Slightly Warm Chuluk,’ am worthy of a man like this! Just you wait, Louise… In less than three days, I’ll have him willingly climbing into my bed!”

……

Late at night.

One large and one small, one white and one purple, two full moons hung high in the sky, their cool moonlight filtering through the carved window lattices and casting a hazy, silvery frost on the floor of the room.

Louise lay on her soft, comfortable princess bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The world is eerily quiet.

She could even clearly hear the man's steady, long breaths coming from the floor.

Each inhale and each exhale seemed to possess a strange magic, gently stirring her heart and making it impossible for her to remain calm.

Her mind was still in a state of extreme excitement.

Today, she, Louise Zero, has finally triumphed!

The thought of the envious and jealous looks her classmates, especially Chuluk and Montmorency, would give her when she went to class tomorrow made her want to secretly laugh out loud in bed.

And all of this was brought to her by the man on the floor.

She quietly peeked her little head out from under the soft blanket.

By the bright moonlight, she gazed greedily and intently at that peaceful sleeping face.

As he slept, the awe-inspiring strength and composure he exuded during the day faded, replaced by a gentler, more languid air. The moonlight outlined his straight nose, like the most perfect sculpture from ancient Greek mythology. His long eyelashes cast beautiful shadows beneath his eyelids, inexplicably giving her an urge to reach out and touch them.

In particular, when her gaze fell on his thin lips, the innocent yet passionate kiss she had given him in public that afternoon struck her memory like lightning.

boom!

Her cheeks instantly felt as if they were on fire.

That...that was my first kiss!

No, no, no! That's not right! That was just the ritual for the familiar contract! Yes! Just a ritual!

But... but why do I feel weak all over and even have trouble breathing whenever I think about it now? That warm touch, that refreshing and pleasant scent, seems to still linger on my lips...

Just as the girl was lost in thought, torn between her inner conflict and her own thoughts...

On the floor, Lynn lay with her eyes closed, a barely perceptible smile playing on her lips.

In his [emotional perception], the pinkish-red ball of light on the bed was like a star about to explode, flashing wildly with light named "excitement", "admiration", "shyness" and "obsession".

This girl really has a lot of inner monologues.

He didn't open his eyes, but gently broke the silence with a voice that sounded like a dream, languid and magnetic.

"Peeping at the familiar sleeping on the floor from the master's bed..."

"This is not the proper etiquette for a noble lady."

"!"

It was as if a thunderclap had exploded in my ears!

Louise felt her heart being gripped tightly by an invisible hand in that instant, almost stopping its beating!

He's been...discovered! He wasn't asleep at all!

Like a cat whose tail has been stepped on, she let out a soft gasp, then abruptly pulled her head back into the blanket, wrapping herself up tightly like a shivering spring roll, holding her breath.

A faint chuckle echoed in the quiet room.

Immediately afterwards, Lynn's voice, so beautiful it made one's ears tingle, slowly rang out.

"What, not going to say anything?" He finally opened his eyes, his deep eyes, as dark as the night itself, looked at the bulging ball of blankets on the bed with a knowing and playful expression in the hazy moonlight.

"Let me guess, is it because you were too excited about today's great victory and can't sleep?"

"Or……"

His voice paused, drawing out each word like a feather, precisely scratching Louise's sensitive nerves.

"Is it a worry about how to pay your 'holy, beautiful, and powerful' familiar for exceeding your work quota today?"

salary?

Louise, lying in bed, froze for a moment, then her little face turned pale instantly.

She...she seems like she really hadn't thought about this question!

He even remembered the incantation I recited back then!

Familiars... do they need to be paid a salary too?!

But... but she had already spent all her allowance last month when she bought that failed "Storm Staff"!

A massive wave of sorrow, called "poverty," flowed upstream.

She emitted a faint, pitiful buzzing sound from under the covers, like a mosquito.

"I...I have no money..."

Lynn remained silent for a moment

At that moment, he seemed to be seriously considering this profound question.

The silence was more agonizing for Louise under the covers than any questioning. She even began to imagine a miserable future where he would terminate her contract and abandon her because he couldn't afford to pay her salary.

Just as she was about to suffocate from her own imagination, Lynn's voice, carrying a hint of devilish allure, finally rang out softly:

"If you don't have money..."

"Using other things to pay off the debt is not out of the question."

"for example……"

He paused for a moment, as if waiting for the girl's attention to be fully focused.

Then, in a deep, penetrating, and fatally gentle voice, he slowly said:

"How about a goodnight kiss?"

The voice fell.

The room fell completely silent.

All that remained was the sound of a girl's almost stopped breathing under the blanket, and a frantically beating heart that seemed about to burst from her chest.

In the still of the night, all was quiet.

Only from the blanket wrapped up like a spring roll could a suppressed, sobbing, kitten-like whimper escape from within.

The voice, filtered through the thick blanket, became soft and sweet, filled with helplessness and panic.

Chapter 38: I made you my familiar, and you turned my aristocratic classroom into a harem battlefield?

The next morning, the dawn on the continent of Halkkinia always arrives exceptionally clear.

The soft morning light shone through the carved window frames, casting a warm golden glow on the pink girl's boudoir.

Lynn opened his eyes.

There was no hangover-like fatigue, nor the discomfort of not being able to sleep in a new bed.

He simply felt the faint connection to the world brought about by the runes on the back of his left hand, which were now completely hidden beneath his skin.

"God's Left Hand - Gandalf"... one of the four great abilities in this world.

He sat up, his white shirt slightly wrinkled from sleeping, but it did not diminish his seemingly innate composure in the slightest.

He casually stretched his body.

In that instant, the shirt was taut by the lines of his muscles, outlining a smooth yet explosive silhouette, every inch of it like a work of art meticulously calculated.

Just then, a soft knocking sound rang out on the door.

The door was pushed open a crack, and a petite figure with short chestnut hair, dressed in a simple maid outfit, peeked in.

It was the maid, Siesta.

She carried the basin of water for washing, her head bowed, carefully not wanting to disturb Miss Valier, who was still lazing in bed.

But when her gaze inadvertently swept across the floor, her movements suddenly froze.

She saw the man getting up from his makeshift bed on the floor.

I saw his perfectly defined muscles, which, even through a thin layer of fabric, exuded explosive power in the morning light.

"boom--!"

Siesta felt a rush of heat to her head, and her delicate face, which always carried a hint of timidity, instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp.

She hurriedly lowered her head, her heart pounding wildly, almost leaping out of her throat.

It's him!

It's that familiar of Miss Valiel from yesterday, the one who beat the arrogant Lord Gish to a pulp with just a tree branch!

Lynn noticed her embarrassment but didn't point it out.

He simply stood up quietly, skillfully folded the bedding, and placed it neatly in the corner.

Her movements were fluid and graceful, with a pleasing and efficient quality that was completely different from the lazy and slovenly young noblemen she had ever seen.

That composure, that calmness, made Siesta even more at a loss.

She silently bowed deeply in the direction of Lynn's number 13.

It wasn't out of courtesy a maid would show to a distinguished guest.