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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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Raphae Blue House, my dorm room. With only about ten days left of the shortened vacation, I’d more or less finished preparing for my move.
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“Rank B, Lev Denec. I’m here to fill out a promotion application.”
“Rank B, Lev Denec… Oh my.”
“?”
“Technically, I’m not supposed to tell you this during the semester, but you’re currently designated for special promotion.”
“Ah.”
“You won’t need to take a separate promotion test. You’ll receive a Rank A promotion notification before the course registration period.”
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One piece of good news was that I’d saved time preparing for the promotion test. Well, I had been making quite a splash.
Perhaps, like Edwin, someone higher up had taken notice of me.
‘Instructor Sylvester… perhaps? Or Professor McClone? …Whatever. What’s the point in thinking about it?’
-Thump.
I’d neatly stacked my meager belongings against one wall and sat on the bed, reviewing the letters that had arrived for the real Lev Denec.
“Fewer than I thought.”
The letter I’d seen on the day I first possessed this body:
-To Denec family’s sixth son, Lev Denec.
What kind of trouble did you cause to be defeated by a farmer’s son in the entrance exam?
There’s a limit to disgracing the Denec family name…
Furthermore, because of this incident, the arranged marriage is off.
The day I can call you my son seems to be fast approaching.
You are my only blemish.
-Slide.
After this letter, there was only one more filled with curses:
-…A Ranger in a mage family? You must be out of your mind! Just how far will you go, you forsaken child?
And from the dungeon investigation practical – the Flame Ghoul incident onwards – the tone became calmer.
-…I heard you received an award in the Imperial City. You stubbornly refused to give up, didn’t you. That must be something you inherited from me…
The most dynamic change came during the Imperial City episode, when Abelline tried to recruit me into her guild.
-…I’ve heard rumors that the Valantes family has been keeping an eye on you recently.
Lady Abelline herself has taken an interest, hasn’t she?
Because of this, representatives from Divine Valhalla have even visited our family mansion! Return to the family estate soon.
We’ve decided to give you another chance.
Like father, like son. Quite the turnaround.
Well, the DeneCcfamily was supposed to be a moderately successful mage family until Lev Denec started its decline.
From the perspective of parents wanting their child to succeed, this kind of ambition and content wasn’t unusual.
I gathered the letters, organized them, and unfolded the last one.
-…No reply means… are you ignoring even your father now?
Do you even intend to return…?
At least consider your arranged marriage! Come back to the family estate!
‘I couldn’t care less about the arranged marriage…’
In a typical romantic comedy, this would be where the fiancée transfers to the academy or some other forced plot development occurs.
‘Forget it.’
I flopped onto the bed to clear my head.
‘From tomorrow… the Black Dormitory.’
And crossbow bolt farming…
Perhaps because there was so much going on, or perhaps because I had less to think about, I was able to fall into a deep sleep for the first time in a while.
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The next day, Seraphi Black Dormitory.
Following the Tobiel incident, the academy had repaired and expanded the Seraphi Black Dormitory.
There probably wouldn’t be as many students racking up penalty points like the original Lev Denec, but officially, they could accept first-year freshmen starting in the second semester.
‘Nice.’
The antique, Western-style house exterior, which I liked, remained unchanged.
However, inside, past the entrance and the shared kitchen, the dormitory rooms were now divided on the left and right.
‘Seems like it’s separated by gender.’
I went back outside to check if there was anything I’d missed on the dormitory’s exterior, when…
“Ah…?”
“!”
Someone’s shadow fell upon me.
-Splash!
“!”
Suddenly, water sprayed around me, forming a rainbow.
“Huh…?”
The person I’d collided with was… Yeriel, who seemed to have been watering the garden.
-Splash!
The rubber hose she was holding sprayed water upwards relentlessly,
-Pitter-patter!
and soon, it rained down, soaking her.
-Click!
By the time I hurriedly grabbed the faucet and stopped the water, Yeriel was already drenched.
-Drip… drip…
“Ugh… I’m soaked…”
Droplets of water clung to her bangs, obscuring her clear eyes, and dripped down.
“Sorry, are you okay?”
“No…! I was distracted and got carried away…”
“Carried away…?”
“Ah, no. That’s…!”
Yeriel made a face like an embarrassed emoticon and repeatedly avoided my gaze.
“I thought you went back home, but you came back early?”
“Ah, yes… I had something to do…”
As her wet clothes clung to her skin, the lines of her apricot-colored body became visible, and the outline of her pure white undergarments started to show through.
I deliberately averted my gaze and stepped closer, tidying her dripping hair.
“Let’s go inside. You’ll catch a cold.”
“Ah, yes…?”
I made way, and Yeriel entered the dormitory.
‘Ugh…!’
As if just realizing her state, she covered her chest with her hands, but her small, slender hands weren’t enough.
-……
After a brief silence,
-Tiptoe, tiptoe.
Yeriel tried to scurry to her room upstairs, but suddenly, she poked her head back out and said,
“Lev, are you busy…?”
“No, not really.”
“Then, can you stay on the first floor for a bit…?”
“Huh?”
“I have something to tell you…!”
“Okay.”
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‘……’
Back in her room, showered and changed into fresh undergarments, Yeriel fidgeted nervously. She’d never revealed her bare skin to anyone, as per her strict father’s teachings.
“He saw, right…? He must have seen…”
Even though she usually stiffened up in Lev’s presence, she’d gotten carried away by the joy of seeing him.
‘Ugh…’
Unlike Yeriel, who was too flustered to speak properly, Lev had reacted differently.
“…”
To avert his gaze, he’d subtly moved closer to Yeriel, narrowing his field of vision, and naturally shifted behind her.
He’d handled the situation strangely skillfully.
‘Lev would have… done the same with Aria and Selena…’
Even though he spoke bluntly, his actions showed consideration. And the thought that this consideration wasn’t solely directed at her made Yeriel feel strangely disappointed.
That wasn’t the only thing on her mind.
‘How… how should I tell him…?’
“Then, before the vacation ends… if you can bring him… no, if you can invite him here…”
As her mother, Penelope, had requested, Yeriel was supposed to invite him to the Artina estate.
However, things had taken an unexpected turn from the very beginning… She felt like crying, but…
‘I… it’s okay…!’
Steeling her resolve, Yeriel took a deep breath and went downstairs.
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‘Is she really that embarrassed?’
Even though I tried my best to act nonchalant, Yeriel’s freshly washed face was still flushed.
Since she was a pure character in the story, she was bound to be sensitive about exposure.
“Yeriel.”
“Yes?!”
Even at my call, she reacted as if startled.
Her flinching was kind of cute…?
“Come over here.”
“Uh… why?”
Instead of answering, I walked behind the rocking chair she often sat in.
“Sit comfortably.”
“…”
Yeriel hesitated, then, seemingly uncomfortable under my gaze,
-Slide.
she finally sat down.
We were now in a hairdresser-client position.
-Whoosh!
I used a drying spell on Yeriel’s hair. Every time I touched her soft hair, a captivating floral scent wafted in the breeze.
“L… Lev? If you’re drying my hair…! I can do it…!”
“It’s fine.”
I felt a little bad, like it was partly my fault, and I couldn’t help but find Yeriel’s frozen state amusing.
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-Gently…
After a few minutes of softly stroking Yeriel’s hair, I asked her quietly,
“How is it?”
“Huh…?”
Yeriel, who had initially remained silent, seemed to be lulled by my touch.
“How does this feel?”
“……”
Her relaxed response tickled my ears.
“Feel… goood…”
The effect was remarkable. Her words had already lost their usual crispness.
Then, I chuckled, breaking the mood.
“No, not that.”
“Huh…?”
“…I was asking about my magic skills.”
“….Magic… ski…”
“You didn’t teach me the drying spell.”
“……”
“I’ve been teaching myself life magic lately because you seem busy. Don’t tell me… you were thinking something else?”
“………”
-Poof.
Yeriel’s ears were now burning red. Such a reaction to this level of teasing… I couldn’t stop now. I had to tease her more.
I suddenly remembered one of Yeriel’s character settings: ‘Extremely weak to facial contact.’
“So, what does our dorm supervisor like…?”
“……”
I deliberately twirled the ends of her hair and gently tucked them behind her ear, strand by strand.
-Rustle. Rustle.
The stiff fabric of my sleeve brushed against Yeriel’s soft ear. I used my other hand to caress the nape of her neck, and she started to flinch and tremble under my touch.
For someone with the power of a fallen angel, she had such a weakness.
“Does it feel good when I touch you like this?”
“……”
“Hmm, good enough to make you blush bright red.”
“…”
“Last time too, Yeriel, you’re secretly quite…”
“….Lev…! Really…!”
Yeriel called my name in a tearful voice, puffing out her cheeks and glaring at me. I felt like I was pushing it.
“Sorry, sorry. I’m just teasing. I’ll stop.”
This expression was rarely seen on the usually smiling Yeriel.
This interaction with the heroine, something I couldn’t experience in the novel, filled me with a sense of accomplishment as a successful fan.
But then, Yeriel’s counterattack began.
“…Lev…!”
“?”
Her anger seemed to have melted away, leaving only a trembling voice.
“Do you… do this to other people too…?”
“…?”
“Teasing them…! Playing around…!”
“…”
This was an unexpected question. Was she talking about my rudeness?
“Uh… I guess?”
“…I don’t like it.”
“Huh?”
“Ah…”
Yeriel seemed flustered by her own words and quickly tried to recover.
“Ah, no…! I, I’m just worried that other people might misunderstand and think you’re frivolous… That’s why…!”
“Hmm, worrying about me again.”
“Yes, yes…! I, if you keep this up, I’ll… I’ll order you, as the dorm supervisor…!”
“Oh?”
For her to give an order… I had to ask.
“What order?”
“From now on, this kind of teasing…”
“Teasing?”
-Slide.
-Click…!
Yeriel climbed onto the rocking chair, knelt facing backwards, and turned to meet my gaze directly.
-!
Her clear eyes, her perfectly shaped nose, and her flushed cheeks created a captivating harmony.
“Only… to me…?”
“……”
Perhaps due to her pheromones overwhelming my senses… I missed my chance to speak.
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Dude how the hell do you not see how flirtatious this behavior is?
Girls don’t randomly let a guy caress their face and neck or do their hair.
We need an excuse to have his dumbass incarcerated
Fool. The only reason you ain’t getting dried right now is because she is shy and not confident