"I've handled today's schedule and instructions. Everyone just needs to follow the plan. There's nothing special to worry about."
"What about the Caesar Federation? They've always wanted your technology." Dr. Amira immediately asked the most pressing question about Nayre's enemies.
"Their attention will be on me. They won't bother with the Farshore family."
"Lord Nayre, why does Queen Aurel want you back at the Aurel Knight Academy? You're not going back to be a student, are you?" This time it was the dark elf Cassia, who, despite her long lifespan, knew the Aurel Knight Academy was even older than she was.
"Yes and no. I only stayed for a year, and although I graduated early, I can exploit a loophole to become a student in name only again."
"So what exactly are you going back to do?"
"Something has happened at the Aurel Knight Academy that requires an outsider like me—from the fifth-ranked family—to help. Also, I'll try to see if I can make Farshore a truly core fifth family."
The term "truly core fifth family" means that while the Farshore family is ranked fifth, it's only in terms of its standing. If society were structured like a pyramid, the Farshore family, though powerful, would only be on the fourth tier. Lord Nayre wants to elevate them to the third tier or higher, into the core circle.
"Lord Nayre, are you saying that once we go to the Aurel Knight Academy, we might not be sure when we'll be able to return?"
Nayre nodded in response to Vylushica's question.
Upon hearing this, the silver-haired Cassia next to the dark knight suddenly transformed into her sister, the black-haired Cassia, and leaned in. "Vylushica,, you need to watch over the young lord. The noble ladies at Aurel Knight Academy aren't exactly prim and proper. The young lord's scrawny frame is no match for those female knights! That's all!"
Although a bit exaggerated, Cassia's words were true. The female knights of Aurel Knight Academy were not ordinary students; each possessed a superhuman physique and extraordinary strength.
While the Farshore family has magical technology independent of the entire kingdom, their current strength can only rival one of the Four Knight Families—and it's just a rivalry, nothing more. The female knights of the Aurel Knight Academy are not knights in name only; their prowess is a blessing from Queen Aurel herself. This is why the Aurel Queen's Kingdom has two core priorities: first is always Queen Aurel, and second is always the Aurel Knight Academy.
Nayre finished his favorite mushroom soup and looked at the dark knight, Vylushica..
"Vylushica,, you also need to be careful. Your strength is great, and the Aurel Knight Academy is based on ability. You don't need to save face for me. I'm taking you there for two reasons: one is to train you, and the other is to defeat them!"
"Yes!"
On a typical night, Nayre would still be busy, but since he was leaving the next day, he went to bed a bit earlier than usual. The night, like a heavy black silk cloth, quietly covered the entire Farshore, and all was silent.
Nayre lay in his warm and comfortable bed as usual, his even breathing echoing softly in the quiet room, making it seem like he was sleeping soundly. His sleeping posture was stable and relaxed, and his handsome face looked exceptionally gentle in the soft moonlight. The room was filled with a tranquil and soft atmosphere, the ticking of the wall clock the only sound.
The clock's ticking was still clear, indicating it was around 9 PM, which was a little early for bed. This tranquility and harmony were about to be broken.
Amira appeared silently at the door of the room, her figure appearing particularly slender yet shapely in the moonlight. She lowered her head slightly, her stiff movements causing a few strands of hair to fall and obscure her eyes, which were filled with tension and anticipation. Her heart pounded like a drum, and her hands trembled uncontrollably. After giving herself a slight pep talk, her steps became unusually firm. After an inner struggle, she finally opened the door and approached. Lord Nayre was leaving tomorrow, and if she didn't take the initiative now, she wouldn't get another chance.
This opportunity was given to her by the dark elf Cassia.
Amira slowly approached Nayre's bed, her movements a bit clumsy.
"..."
Lord Nayre was awakened the moment she opened the door by her clumsy actions. The only one he couldn't catch was Cassia; he didn't know if she used her elven agility, but he would only ever notice her after she was already lying beside him.
Amira's face was flushed with a light blush. She had never imagined a night like this, where she would so proactively climb into Nayre's bed. At this moment, Amira was filled with an indescribable resolve! This determination was driven by an uncontrollable emotional impulse.
Nayre waited quietly, watching what this clumsy, highly intelligent genius would do. He could feel his chest getting a bit cold as Amira pulled back the covers from below and slid in. After a flurry of fumbling and a fair amount of noise and overly dramatic movements, she still didn't seem to notice that an average person would have been woken up long ago.
When she finally got in front of Nayre, she looked relaxed and happy. She had no idea that Nayre was pretending to be asleep, and she wouldn't be able to wake him up no matter how much noise she made. But Nayre was feeling quite warm now, as Amira's mature body was flushed with heat from shyness, which was arousing Nayre himself.
However, Lord Nayre still didn't plan on opening his eyes. He wanted to see how this seemingly aloof and mature "big sister" Amira would clumsily and proactively serve her young master. Amira finally started to act. She began by clumsily caressing Nayre's body and then slowly moved her hand down to a critical area.
Then...
"Ah!"
Nayre yelped in pain! He grabbed Amira's long black hair to stop her. Amira's face instantly turned bright red, and she was filled with shame, not knowing how to explain her panic and confusion. She stammered, "I... I just... I just wanted to come see you... I'm sorry."
"Didn't I teach you last time? What were you doing just now?!"
"I'm sorry, my lord. I... I've never been this proactive before."
"You were biting me! You idiot, that hurts a lot!"
No man could endure this. If she had used a little more force, his "little treasure" would have been gone! But Nayre decided not to punish her. This situation wasn't entirely unexpected.
Of Nayre's three pillars, Amira seemed the most mature and steady "big sister" on the surface. She was tall, curvy, and had a cold and frosty demeanor. Most importantly, she was the most useful to Nayre.
But in reality, she was the last to join him. The dark elf Cassia was found by Nayre on the road when he was a child. Virucyca was trained as his personal bodyguard and knight when Nayre was eight years old, and she was only ten at the time. Amira, however, was only noticed by Nayre three years ago because of her technological talent, and she only joined Farshore after Lord Nayre adopted the very young Rue. She was a work expert, but clumsy in life. He just didn't expect Amira to be so clumsy in many things, as if all her talent was poured into rational scientific research.
But even Nayre had to admit that Amira's knowledge of technology was so genius that he couldn't even reach it. Even his younger brother Rue, a ten-year-old kid, was better than many people in mechanical knowledge and skills. He could even disassemble and reassemble a mechanical part.
Nayre gently pulled Amira's hair, somewhat forcefully bringing her closer. Amira's shapely and still-warm body leaned against Nayre. Her long black hair was carelessly draped over the young lord, her red eyes still reflecting her clumsy bewilderment.
"It was originally Cassia, right? She sent you?"
"Yes."
He then gently touched her belly—it was full and well-toned, without any excess fat. "Your training is going well. Your formerly sedentary body isn't so chubby anymore."
"Yes..."
Then Lord Nayre touched her thigh—it was fair, long, and toned. This area showed the results of her training most clearly, and Amira now had a perfect S-shaped figure. Holding such a top-tier beauty, Lord Nayre still sighed inwardly with a hint of regret.
—What a shame she's not wearing black stockings.
Despite his inner regret, Lord Nayre continued to ask questions.
"What time do you usually fall asleep?"
"Usually... 11 PM."
"Hmm?"
A slightly serious voice sounded in her ear, and Amira tilted her head slightly.
"If I'm done with work, 11 PM. If not, it's 1 AM, when the main hall has to be closed."
Lord Nayre smiled. He knew what kind of person Amira was from the beginning, because his own grandfather might have been even more extreme.
After asking his questions, it was time for the main event. Lord Nayre sat up in bed, his back against the headboard, with Amira kneeling in front of him. This time, her red eyes showed no hesitation or flicker. The conversation had truly calmed her down, and her usual ice queen demeanor returned. However, something was missing from her frosty face.
Nayre used magic from a spatial dimension to retrieve Amira's glasses. To Amira's surprise, he put the glasses on her face. Amira wasn't surprised by the glasses, but by Lord Nayre's incredibly powerful magical talent! This was the first time she had ever seen spatial magic! This ability to conjure things at will was truly enviable.
Lord Nayre lifted Amira's chin, watching her mature and intellectual demeanor blossom again with the glasses on.
"Tonight, I have to get your glasses dirty."
Amira's mouth trembled slightly with excitement as she slowly replied, "Yes..."
"Hehe... hehehehe~"
Outside Nayre's room, a dark elf's body was almost completely fused with the night. She was pressed against the door, giggling, as she secretly watched the action inside. A fiery desire surged within her, making her want to join in. But for now, she wanted to enjoy this action movie from her hiding spot.
The black-haired dark elf was giggling as she watched. Above her, the soul of a silver-haired dark elf floated, reflecting her a second identical self. She too was in the same position, secretly peeking.