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

Rather, it was a heartfelt reverence for the strong, and... a subtle admiration belonging to a young girl that she herself was unaware of.

She didn't wake Louise, who was wrapped up in the blanket like a spring roll in bed. Yesterday's experience had been too much for the young lady; after such extreme joy and sorrow, she was clearly still savoring the sweetness of victory in her dreams.

Siesta began tidying the room very carefully.

Her movements were very light, but her gaze kept uncontrollably and secretly glancing at Lynn.

It was a complex look in her eyes, a mixture of a young girl's shyness, her worship of the strong, and the common people's admiration for a "hero."

Half an hour later, after cleaning up the last scrap of paper, Siesta mustered all her courage and asked in a voice barely audible:

"Um... Lord Lynn... would you... would you like some breakfast?"

Lynn glanced at her, and that calm gaze made Siesta's heart skip a beat.

He nodded, a gentle smile curving his lips.

"sorry to bother you."

Just four words made Siesta feel as if she had received divine favor, and her whole body felt light as a feather.

A shy yet happy smile appeared on her face.

"No, no trouble at all! Then... please come with me!"

She guided Lynn almost simultaneously, using both hands and feet.

The two walked one after the other on the exotic land of the Tristine Magic Academy.

Walking through the corridor adorned with ornate tapestries and down the spiraling stone staircase, Lynn surveyed the otherworldly-styled academy castle with great interest.

The rugged stone walls, the towering dome, and the magical wall lamps burning on the walls all exude a rustic yet fantastical beauty that is completely different from modern civilization.

"Lord Lynn, are you... are you really a commoner?"

Siesta, who was walking ahead, finally couldn't help but whisper the question that was the biggest concern in the hearts of all the common people.

His demeanor, his speech, and that seemingly innate composure made him seem unlike an ordinary person.

Because she was so nervous, she missed a step.

"what!"

With a gasp, her petite body instantly lost its balance and fell forward uncontrollably.

She instinctively closed her eyes, already anticipating the pain of intimate contact with the cold floor.

However, the expected pain did not come.

Just before she was about to fall, a warm and strong arm steadily caught her slender waist, gently pulling her into a firm and warm embrace.

That clean, pleasant scent, which didn't belong to any particular fragrance, instantly enveloped her.

Siesta's heart pounded wildly; she completely lost it.

Her cheek was pressed tightly against his firm chest, and she could even feel his steady, powerful heartbeat through the fabric.

The scalding heat from the hand on her waist felt like an electric current, instantly spreading throughout her body, making her weak and almost unable to stand.

"Be careful."

Lynn's voice rang in her ears, as gentle as the spring breeze in April.

Siesta froze, her mind going completely blank.

Her heart felt as if a depth charge had been dropped on it, causing utter chaos.

……

When I arrived at the kitchen, it was already a scene of bustling activity.

There are no high-ranking nobles here, only simply dressed cooks, maids, and servants.

When they saw Lynn being led in by Siesta, the entire kitchen fell into an eerie silence.

All the cooks and maids seemed frozen in place, staring blankly at the doorway.

"It's that adult!"

"That familiar who defeated the Bronze Gearman with a tree branch!"

A burly, middle-aged man with a full beard, dressed in a chef's uniform, excitedly dropped the iron ladle in his hand and rushed over in three steps.

The way he looked at Lynn was so fervent, as if he had witnessed a miracle.

"My lord! Please allow me, Maruton, on behalf of all the commoners of Tristine Academy, to extend to you the highest respect!"

With a thud, he knelt on one knee and, in an almost aria-like, impassioned tone, uttered a title that made Lynn pause for a moment.

"You...you are the 'holy sword of the common people'!"

boom!

This title seemed to ignite a fuse.

The commoners in the entire kitchen were in an uproar!

The way they looked at Lynn was filled with fervent adoration and heartfelt gratitude!

In their eyes, yesterday's duel had long surpassed a fight between students.

That was a commoner who, with the simplest weapons, defeated an arrogant nobleman head-on!

That was a great victory for all the oppressed!

“We were all looking out the window yesterday afternoon! My God! You are simply... simply Brymier reincarnated!”

The chefs and maids behind him also crowded around, their eyes sparkling with excitement; the scene resembled a frenzied fan meeting.

"Lord Lynn! You're amazing! You have no idea how arrogant that guy Kisher is!"

"Yes, yes! You've given us common folk a real chance to vent our anger!"

"My lord, you are our hero!"

Lynn looked at this group of simple and warm-hearted people and smiled helplessly.

The Holy Sword of Commoners?

What a troublesome title...

He inwardly grumbled, but outwardly he accepted all offers without hesitation, casually leaning against the table and saying in a humorous tone, "I was just hungry and wanted to find something to eat, but I didn't expect you to be even more enthusiastic than you are at breakfast."

His one sentence made everyone laugh.

A slightly bolder maid, blushing, brought over a steaming glass of milk: "Lord Lynn, this is freshly squeezed, the freshest!"

Head Chef Maruton waved his hand and said, "Don't just stand there! Quickly! Use our best ingredients to prepare the most sumptuous breakfast for Lord Holy Sword!"

Lynn's approachable manner, humorous conversation, coupled with his already unfairly handsome face and incredible strength...

After this series of moves, every single maid present was completely captivated, their eyes filled with adoring affection as they looked at him.

……

Time slowly passed until noon.

Louise finally woke up slowly from her bed.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and, almost reflexively, looked down at the floor.

When I saw the neatly folded bedding and the man sitting by the window, quietly reading a book.

Her heart, which had been hanging in suspense all night, suddenly settled down, and was immediately filled with an indescribable sweetness and satisfaction.

Everything that happened yesterday was not a dream.

She truly possessed a sacred, beautiful, and powerful familiar.

"woke up?"

Lynn put down the book he was holding, a thick volume of "Chronicles of the Continent of Halkkinia" that he had casually picked up from Louise's bookshelf, which he was reading with great interest.

"Mmm...uh..." Louise blushed and subconsciously covered half of her face with the blanket, revealing only her big, watery pink eyes. She responded softly, like a cat that had just woken up.

The thought of the "goodnight kiss" suggestion from last night, and the embarrassing way she huddled under the covers like an ostrich, made her so ashamed she wanted to die on the spot.

"Um... good... good morning..."

"It's already noon, Miss Valier," Lynn said kindly, closing her book with a faint smile on her lips.

"Oh no! I have a magic theory class this afternoon!" Louise exclaimed, scrambling out of bed in a flurry.

During the afternoon magic theory class, a bizarre scene unfolded that left everyone utterly astonished.

Lynn, a familiar, was surprisingly allowed to enter the classroom by the academy.

And he sat right next to Louise.

This unprecedented treatment made the gazes focused on him almost tangible.

Especially the young noblewomen in love, their eyes were glued to Lynn's lazy and handsome profile the whole time, their cheeks flushed and their eyes glazed over, completely unable to extricate themselves.

The boys, filled with jealousy and resentment, silently bit their collars, their eyes seemingly spitting fire.

How could anyone concentrate on the lesson?

Professor Colbert, who was giving the lesson, was also helpless about this and could only push up his glasses and turn a blind eye.

Just kidding, this guy is a ruthless person who can turn over bronze golems with tree branches. He even suspects that the other party's understanding of magic is deeper than his own. Who dares to interfere?

During the open Q&A session in class, Chuluk's charming yet slightly provocative voice rang out lazily.

"Teacher, I have a question."

As she spoke, she glanced meaningfully at Louise, who sat upright and looked as nervous as a little quail.

"If some magicians can't even conjure the most basic flame, wouldn't that seriously hinder their 'powerful' familiar, becoming his greatest weakness and disgrace?"

Upon hearing this, Louise's face turned pale instantly, and she gripped the hem of her skirt tightly with her small hands.

The entire class's gaze once again focused on her, as if she were sitting on pins and needles.

However, before she could speak, Lynn beside her didn't even lift her eyelids, but simply said in a calm tone.

Is there any necessary connection between the sharpness of a sword and the ornateness of its scabbard?

He calmly turned the pages, as if discussing an academic issue unrelated to himself.

"A swordsman who only knows how to show off how beautiful his scabbard is, while the sword inside is already rusted, is even more ridiculous."

The whole audience was silent.

Chuluk's smile froze on his face.

In the corner, Montmorency stared at Lynn with even more fascination, muttering unconsciously, "Sword...scabbard...that makes so much sense...so cool..."

Meanwhile, in the distance, the blue-haired girl, Tabasha, also looked up from her book, a subtle glint of something extraordinary flashing in her azure eyes.

The students around Louise's gazes instantly shifted from sympathy to a volcanic eruption of envy and jealousy.

So, a familiar with 830...

Such a man...

Not only is he strong and handsome, but he is also so gentle and considerate!

why!

Why would such a god-level familiar be summoned by a piece of trash like "Louise Zero"?

Louise felt her heart melting completely from this sudden, overwhelming sense of happiness.

She secretly glanced at Lynn's profile; his peach-pink eyes were filled with an overwhelming adoration and love.

He... he compared himself to a sword, and I... was the scabbard that everyone saw as plain, unadorned, and even somewhat shameful...

But he willingly became the sharpest sword that belonged only to me.

This realization, like a warm lightning bolt, struck the girl's soul hard.

The immense happiness of being chosen and protected by the world's most precious treasure made her tremble and almost bring tears to her eyes.

The whole afternoon, whether in class or during breaks.

Chuluk seemed to have entered hunting mode, launching a textbook-level, fierce offensive against Lynn.

During breaks, she would "casually" walk up to Lynn, pretend to ask him a question, and then lean down so that he could clearly see the astonishingly deep cleavage beneath her gorgeous robe.