"If you had done this sooner, would you have had to waste half a year? But for now, you might still be a little young in some aspects… It doesn't matter! From what I know of Alan, his preferences are completely different from his father's."
"The pajamas will work!"
"It will absolutely work!"
As Rudeus spoke, both corners of his mouth turned up, revealing his long-unseen lewd grin. And as if very satisfied with his own suggestion, he even clapped his hands and nodded after he finished. He had the air of a 'teacher' educating others.
As his words fell, a series of cracking sounds filled the air.
With this familiar sound, Rudeus suddenly felt that the stuffy, windowless dining hall had become a little cold. A fine layer of goosebumps even broke out on the back of his hand.
?
His face stiffened, and he opened his eyes in shock.
In his line of sight, the ice blade that had formed in Sylphie's hand was very much present. It was almost identical to the one Alan used—a thin, straight blade, cold, sharp, and glinting with a frosty light.
It was a stark contrast to the still-gentle, smiling face of Sylphie behind the 'blade.'
"Rudeus, what are you saying? I don't quite understand…"
Seeing this, Rudeus's mouth opened slightly, but he froze.
How could he, a Saint-rank magician, be scared of an ice blade? But the hidden meaning in Sylphie's words was what concerned him.
Don't understand?
What part don't you understand?
Is it the 'methods' to use after entering the room, because you're too young? Or is it the motivation and reasoning behind my suggestion itself?
If it's the former, Alan should be able to teach her… Sylphie seems like the passive type… as long as Alan takes the initiative…
Rudeus's face stiffened.
Wait! Alan seems very mature, but is he really good at this kind of thing? If he takes the initiative, won't the two of them just end up talking about swordsmanship theory all night?
Does this mean that besides reading, writing, arithmetic, and history, I now have to be their 'life guidance counselor' as well?
Mmm… let's not worry about that for now. That's the former case. If it's the latter…
Then it's trouble…
He was dazed for a moment, his eyes darting around. He glanced at the ice blade in Sylphie's hand, which was more for emotional intimidation than actual use, then at the blush that was spreading from her pointed ears to her entire face.
He blinked, resisting the urge to laugh it off. Instead, he composed himself and asked with a dead serious expression.
"Sylphie, where did you stop understanding? Do you need me to be more detailed?"
At his words, Sylphie's eyes widened instantly, and her face turned completely red, reminding Rudeus of a cooked shrimp from his past life.
She looked at Rudeus's serious expression, stammered several times, and finally asked with a slightly open mouth in disbelief.
"Rudeus… your expression… are you serious? How could that possibly work? E-even if it did work… T-teacher would have to be the one to do it, right?"
Hearing this, Rudeus's mouth twitched.
As I thought.
Sylphie has no idea that Alan likes her.
And she hasn't fully realized why Alan's 'desire' has stagnated recently.
He grabbed his hair in utter despair.
At the beginning, he had just wanted to be the supporting character for Alan. He had thought that some of the 'leftover' beautiful girls who were ignored by Alan might turn their attention to him. But now, not only had his goddess been stolen away, but there were no leftovers to be seen…
But now, why did he have to be the one to push the long-eared elf beauty to pursue the 'charming' Alan?!
Wasn't he taking his role as the supporting character a little too seriously?
Lord Alan, you're really something else!
Pushing Sylphie…
How to do it naturally…
Just then, a gentle voice sounded beside them.
"Excuse me, Miss Sylphie, may I have this ice blade?"
Rudeus looked up.
Beside him was a cat-eared head chef maid. She was wearing a white chef's apron and was half-bowed, asking for Sylphie's permission, while her eyes kept darting to the ice blade in Sylphie's hand.
Sylphie quickly offered the ice blade she had created with both hands.
"Of course."
"Thank you."
The head chef maid took the ice blade with a thick cloth, bowed, and left happily.
Leaving behind a somewhat dazed Sylphie and Rudeus.
This strange scene had been happening from time to time since the summer. It started once when Sylphie was threatening the foul-mouthed Rudeus with a perfectly compressed ice blade during a meal, just like today.
And then this head chef had suddenly appeared!
First, she had praised Sylphie's 'craftsmanship' at length, and finally, to the astonishment of Alan, Rudeus, and Sylphie, she had asked to keep the ice blade.
As the chefs of one of the four great noble houses of Asura, the Boreas family's chefs had retained the extravagant cooking habits of the royal capital when preparing meals for the lord's family. They were extremely particular about their food.
One of their dishes required the meat of a fish-type monster to be taken from its belly while it was still alive, then immediately sliced into almost transparent thin slices and served at the table. It was then blanched with boiling water and eaten. It was extremely delicious, with a crisp and springy texture.
And this dish required a specific utensil—an ice blade to cut the meat.
Before this, the maids had had to chisel blades from ice taken from the ice cellar, and the blades would often break. It was also very easy for them to get frostbite. And other magicians' ice blade spells were all very crude and thick, completely unusable in the kitchen.
So the head chef had naturally been 'thrilled by the hunt' when she first saw such a perfect ice blade in Sylphie's hand.
It was very convenient, wasn't it?
The two of them were silent, each lost in their own thoughts as they watched the cat-girl maid walk away happily, her tail swishing.
Rudeus was watching the cat tail that peeked out from under her skirt, which gave him a new idea—perhaps adding a tail to Sylphie would have a more effective 'special attack' effect on Alan?
Push Sylphie to go after Alan? —Wrong!
Make Lord Alan realize Sylphie's charm himself and lose control! —Right!
And Sylphie was watching her perky cat ears, which reminded her of Lilia—her ears would also twitch perkily when she was pouring tea for the lady during morning tea time.
The lady of the house…
Sylphie blinked, the blush on her face fading.
"Rudeus… do you think that promoting contact between the lady and Alan would help Alan become more resolute? He clearly cares about her, doesn't he?"
Rudeus stroked his chin, not taking it seriously, still thinking about the materials for his cat tail idea.
"I've thought about that too, but Alan is clearly avoiding the lady, isn't he? He even runs up to the roof to practice his sword when he senses she's watching him from the second floor… so that suggestion wouldn't work. It would be better if you personally…"
The next moment, Sylphie quickly cut off Rudeus's 'nonsense.'
"Then! …Then we just have to make it so that Alan can't avoid the lady!"
Rudeus was taken aback and turned to look at Sylphie.
"…Are you going to send the lady up to the roof too?"
Sylphie ignored his ridiculous question.
"The only class that Alan doesn't skip now, due to his unfamiliarity with the relationships here, is…"
Rudeus's mouth opened, and he said in astonishment, "Etiquette class?"
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