I Kidnapped the Hero's Women-Chapter 210: Tue. Tour (3)

"Is there really someone in this world who can pet Yuria's head...?"

"I've never seen Yuria be so docile..."

"...!"

Whispers could be heard from the surrounding people.

Yuria's face began to slowly flush.

What on earth is going on?

By the time she realized the situation, it was already too late.

Her body moved instinctively, almost automatically, bringing her head into Aslan Vermond's hand.

"Eh!?"

"..."

When Yuria jumped back and swatted Aslan's hand away, lifting her head,

she found a very satisfied expression on Aslan's face.

This man! He must have known I would lower my head, and that's why he did this on purpose!

Embarrassment and anger surged up to the top of her head, causing Yuria's face to flush even more.

"Count! What is this...!?"

"I thought something was on your head, so I reached out, but your head just stuck to my hand. It seems your head missed my hand too much, so it's no one's fault but yours."

"Ugh...!"

He chuckled.

Aslan, who seemed to be enjoying himself, struggled to hold back laughter.

The only thing he did was reach out his hand, and it was true that her head rubbed against his still hand.

Yuria couldn't think of anything to retort, so she simply trembled, unable to say a word.

'I... How did I build a cold, cynical, and intellectual image...!'

Yuria felt like she might burst into tears at any moment.

Cool, aloof, and with a neutral charm, a top-class commoner.

She had caught the admiration of noble ladies.

From noble men, she stirred feelings of inferiority, envy, and for some reason, excitement.

She was, quite literally, a figure like a sculpture.

She had spent an entire semester building that image, pouring all her energy into not destroying it.

Even if she wanted to act frivolously and play around, she refrained.

Even when she wanted to delve deeply into her favorite topics and chat like a fanatic, she held back.

She was desperately cementing the concept of stealing everyone's hearts while never easily giving anyone attention.

But with a single touch from Aslan's hand, it was all ruined.

"Ah... My college life... It feels like it's ruined..."

"Why...?"

"Now no one will think of me as the cool beauty, the cold, beautiful woman..."

"...?"

It's over.

She had planned to continue pushing the mysterious, chic commoner image, buried in mystery.

She was going to be admired and respected for the next four years.

But now, half a year later, it was shattered.

Yuria, holding back tears, puffed up her cheeks and glared at Aslan.

Aslan, in disbelief, could only let out a hollow laugh.

'Is she... going through some sort of middle-school phase...?'

Cool beauty, the cold beauty... Aslan had never even heard of such a strange term.

He was doubly shocked to learn that someone could choose to describe themselves that way, and triply surprised when he realized that person was Yuria.

Come to think of it, Yuria was already 15, two years older than Charlotte and one year older than Yulia.

She was certainly old enough for puberty to hit.

But in Yuria's case, puberty had come on so strongly that it seemed to have manifested in the form of middle-school syndrome.

"That could happen. I understand."

"Eh?"

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"Being significantly more capable than your peers, it’s natural to feel like the world is trivial and that you are something beyond common sense. It’s normal at your age, so don’t be too embarrassed..."

"Ahhh! I’m more embarrassed because of you, Count!"

Yuria’s face turned bright red again, and she tried to cover her mouth.

But because of the height difference, Aslan raised her chin, and Yuria’s hand couldn’t quite reach her mouth, only barely grazing it.

"Count, you’ve ruined my college life... From now on, I’ll be the laughing stock!"

"Heh heh heh..."

Yuria lightly thumped Aslan's chest with her fist, sobbing softly.

Aslan couldn't hold back any longer and let out a suppressed laugh.

Right now, she might think it’s cooler to be revered by her classmates and feared by others, but later on, she would likely look back and consider it all a shameful past.

Of course, he refrained from saying anything like "You’ll thank me later" or "You’ll understand me eventually," because such words would only provoke resistance.

Aslan decided to remain the oblivious and irritating man who had broken Yuria's concept for now.

In the process of growth, sometimes children need an adult to play the villain.

"Ahem, so why are you here? Were you wondering if I was doing well?"

"Why would I be curious about that? I'm not your patron."

"Eh? Ah? Why did I briefly confuse you with a patron...?"

"I actually came to show Charlotte and Yuria the Academy. If you have the time, I’d like to ask if you could show them around."

"Ah! Yes! I have plenty of time!"

"..."

At last, Yuria answered with a bright smile.

She thought Aslan Vermond was coming to see her, but when she realized it was to show Charlotte and Yuria around the Academy, she was more than happy.

"Where shall we go first?"

"The closest place... My legs are starting to hurt..."

"The most fun place! The most exciting place!"

"Then how about we stop by the experience hall, borrow uniforms, and become temporary students for the day?"

"Wow! That sounds great!!!"

Yuria led Charlotte and Yulia, and Aslan followed behind, glancing around.

'From the looks of it, is this the first time Yuria has shown a human side?'

Everyone around seemed utterly surprised.

But it didn’t seem negative at all.

Yuria, who claimed to have a cool, chic image,

was actually the type that was hard to approach, and it was difficult to talk to her.

But now that they saw Yuria laughing and chatting with her friends, that cold atmosphere was completely shattered.

This time, Aslan successfully eliminated one of the reasons why Yuria had been isolated at the Academy.

He smiled contentedly, following close behind Yuria.

...

How much time had passed since they reached the experience hall?

The voices of Charlotte and Yulia, who had run inside, gradually grew louder.

"How do I look in this...?"

"They say it adjusts automatically to fit your size! Cool, right!"

"...!"

[The Evil God, Kali, is stunned by the devastating cuteness!]

The little skirt fluttered as Charlotte appeared.

And Yulia, looking slightly tense, walked with clenched fists, her body rigid.

"Hehe..."

"Master, there’s blood on your lips."

Kali’s description was spot on.

There was no better way to describe the scene in front of me than that.

When Yuria wore the uniform, it looked just like any other standard outfit.

But when Charlotte and Yulia, wearing the same clothes, stood together, it was literally a catastrophic level of cuteness.

The sight could strain the hearts of onlookers, and it might be fatal to the faint-hearted.

"They look great together..."

"Heh, I might join the Imperial Magic Academy too..."

"Me too! I want to go too!"

Charlotte and Yulia were already fired up after just trying on the uniform.

It seemed one goal of this tour was already achieved.

"Would you like to come over here? This is the Orb of Trials, created by the Grand Mage long ago."

"It’s sparkling... What does it do?"

"All incoming students have to attack it once. It tells you about your potential and future career path. Since you’re here as part of the student experience, you can give it a try."

"Wow!"

The Orb of Trials.

Now that I think about it, I had seen something like it before.

It was a magical artifact that evaluated the potential of incoming students.

Many talented individuals had poured their attacks into the Orb of Trials, and though it had withstood some of the most powerful magic capable of leveling a city, it never cracked.

But something about it felt strangely familiar.

"I’ll try it first!"

"Uh, okay..."

With that, Charlotte drew her enormous sword.

The sight of the hideous sword alone made the onlookers gasp.

But Charlotte paid no mind and raised the sword above her head.

"Heh! Super! Ultra! Mega!"

"Ch- Charlotte! Wait a second..."

"It’s okay, Count. Even if it’s an area attack, the Orb will absorb all the impact so nothing will get hurt."

"That’s not it... Ugh... Too late."

"Eh?"

Just as Charlotte began chanting, the ground beneath them trembled slightly.

I sensed something was wrong and tried to stop her, but it was already too late.

I couldn’t feel mana in my own body, but I could sense the intensity of the tremor beneath us.

This tremor was at least double the magnitude of the last time Charlotte unleashed her full power.

In that short time, Charlotte had grown incredibly strong.

Even Sylvia seemed to notice, her pupils frantically shaking.

"Boom!!!"

"...!"

Flashes!

As Charlotte swung her sword down quickly, a massive purple aura erupted from the blade.

The purple aura expanded, threatening to engulf the entire building, but then—

with a tremendous roar—it was sucked back into the small Orb.

"...?"

"...?"

The massive surge of aura that could have cleaved mountains five times over disappeared without a trace.

The room became eerily silent.

Charlotte, her eyes sparkling with anticipation, approached the Orb.

"I wonder what the result is... Oh?"

"It... it broke!?"

Crack.

The Orb, which had withstood centuries of magical and physical assaults, broke into two.

I stood there, speechless, in shock.

But then Charlotte reached into the broken Orb and pulled something out.

"There’s a note inside!"

"What does it say?"

"It says the one who broke it... is the next hero..."

"...!"

When Charlotte read the note aloud, I squeezed my eyes shut, instinctively knowing—

Ah, the story has twisted.