Veronica felt she must have gone mad to have listened to Lisa flatter Lynn in three hundred and sixty different ways.
Therefore, her current stroll in the backyard of the Reinhardt manor was solely to let the biting cold wind cleanse her polluted ears.
It was absolutely not because Lisa had mentioned that a wild, dazzling Lynn would appear in the backyard for special training at night!
“...Isn't there no one here anyway?”
Having stood there doing nothing for ten minutes, only to receive a “Miss, the restroom is over that way” from a passing maid, Veronica's face darkened.
She was shaking with anger, her hands and feet ice-cold even in the dead of summer.
Lisa, you've really grown capable! How dare you trick your master!
‘I'm really something else too... I should just go back...’
She let out a sigh and was just about to turn around.
“Move out of the way below, ahhhhhhh!!!”
A heart-wrenching (?) scream echoed from the sky, rapidly drawing closer.
Veronica: ?
She suddenly looked up, only to see a handsome blonde young man flailing his limbs as he plummeted from the sky.
Ding~ The wild, shiny Lynn you've been waiting for has appeared! Quick, catch him with a Prism Ball!
Unfortunately, no such announcement played in Veronica's head. She merely gasped and prudently took two steps back.
She then watched as Lynn—the creator of performance art—descended majestically from the heavens and crashed straight into the nearby lake.
Splash—
A massive wall of water erupted with a deafening splash, instantly drenching Veronica like a drowned rat.
Veronica: ...
Under her death glare, which made her look like a vengeful spirit, the culprit casually whistled and swaggered over with a pompous stride.
Before she could explode, Lynn beat her to the punch, shifting the blame onto her: “Hey, you shorty! You disturbed my training in the middle of the night and caused me to fall into the lake!”
【Emotion Points +150】
Veronica laughed from sheer anger, her flat chest even puffing up a bit from her rage.
Had she lost her mind to think that this Demon Pill had changed even a little bit?
On the other side, Lynn, who had happily milked 150 Emotion Points for free, decided to be the bigger man and forgive this flat-chested pint-sized girl for her offense.
He looked down at the blushing, boiling-hot Veronica.
Her delicate nose wrinkled slightly, and water droplets trickled down her smooth blonde hair.
Her thin white clothes were thoroughly soaked by the lake water, revealing her fair skin and the curves of her body.
It was just... impossible to feel any lust, you know?
“What are you looking at!” The hissing little golden retriever immediately covered her chest.
Oh, acting defensive?
“I believe... one shouldn't harbor unnecessary expectations for things they don't possess.” With that, Lynn cast a 'disdainful' glance at Veronica's chest.
He pried open the hands of the hissing golden retriever, took off his own soaked shirt, and began to wring the water out of it.
Droplets of water flowed down his marble-sculpted muscle lines. In the dim light, the youth's handsome profile appeared somewhat hazy.
Even Veronica couldn't help but steal a few extra glances.
Why does this guy have to be so good-looking?
“Oh~ Our Lady Saintess is actually a pervert. Does the Cathedral know about this?”
Veronica: ...
Calm down, calm down! Don't lower yourself to this Demon Pill's level!
Damn it, I can't take this anymore! I'm going to explode!
Just as the kamikaze truck Veronica was about to launch, Lynn, sensing danger, patted her shoulder.
“Don't move. I can't guarantee I can control this perfectly~”
Orange flames rose from his hand, transforming into a small ring of fire that spun continuously about ten centimeters away from her soaked dress.
The wet dress dried bit by bit, and the warm heat gradually brought some color back to Veronica's face.
“The Tier 3 spell, Circle of Blazing Fire?” she spoke without even batting an eye.
“Oh~ The shorty actually knows her stuff?”
“This spell becomes a mere clothes-drying tool in your hands? Though, your control is... not bad.” Veronica racked her brain, but in the end, she couldn't bring herself to lie and find a disparaging word.
“As long as you know.”
The air fell into silence once more. Veronica glanced sideways at Lynn's calm profile.
She reaffirmed a fact once again: this guy was indeed a handsome young man.
“Alright, shorty, all done.”
If only he could shut his damn mouth!
Lynn stood up calmly, retrieved an iron sword from a nearby weapon rack, weighed it in his hand twice, and took a stance in the open clearing.
“Go back to where you came from. I need to continue practicing. I don't have time to chat with a shorty.”
“Oh, go ahead and practice (indifferent).”
“...I said, this is my home. I don't have the habit of being watched while I practice.”
“I just think the scenery here is very pleasant, that's all.”
Are you sure? Looking at the stubborn Veronica, Lynn shook his head.
He took a deep breath, cast aside all distracting thoughts, and swung the iron sword in his hand.
Whoosh!
The white sword light was like a dancing sprite, weaving an impenetrable barrier. The blonde youth took calm, deliberate steps, executing the established sword forms with meticulous precision.
Point.
Thrust.
Slash.
The dull and simple sword moves were broken down and thoroughly integrated by him, dancing along with the endless light of the sword.
‘It's almost like he's dancing.’
Resting her chin in her hands, Veronica silently watched everything without saying a word.
She had wanted to nitpick Lynn's posture and moves to regain some of her dignity.
But watching that free-spirited yet sharp and fierce Blade Dance, she suddenly felt lost.
What kind of bitter cultivation and rigorous training did it take to forge such an elegant and powerful sword form?
Was Lynn... really still the playboy in her memory?
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something countless times, but the words she couldn't piece into a sentence were swallowed back down again and again.
During the lengthy practice, the youth's sword moves underwent a change.
In the gaps between each move, he began to intersperse fragmented incantations.
Simultaneous magic and swordsmanship?
Veronica suddenly frowned.
Unlike the flawless execution of his swordsmanship, once the magic incantations were added, the harmonious rhythm instantly became chaotic.
It was like a harsh, grating noise suddenly interrupting an elegant classical movement.
This won't do—
Like this—
“That's wrong.”
Only after the words left her mouth did Veronica realize what she had done.
Lynn's practice suddenly ground to a halt.
A complex mix of emotions welling up in her heart, and as if possessed, she repeated herself.
“Practicing like this is wrong.”
She watched the youth frown and stop his practice.
Veronica bit her lip, bracing herself for Lynn's scolding and ridicule.
Veronica, what are you doing... This has absolutely nothing to do with you.
See, you're going to be ridiculed by this annoying guy again...
Eh?
The expected ridicule did not come.
Instead, Lynn squatted down and took her soft hand in his.
She instinctively wanted to pull away, but was held firmly in place.
Those gold-colored eyes gazed at her with utmost seriousness.
The youth simply asked with absolute sincerity:
“Then, what is the correct way to practice?”
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