Chapter 17 – There Was Never a Quiet Day (2)

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Translated by Jinmu

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I didn’t understand this situation that suddenly unfolded at all.

I’d been stealing some sleep during break to ease my fatigue, and when I opened my eyes, some wild-horse-like girl was shoving her breasts right up in front of my nose.

I raised only my head a little and looked at her face to see who it was. Blonde twin tails and heart-shaped pupils.

A healthy-looking beauty with a body full of primal curves on par with Headmaster Media. Her shortened school skirt and the black knee-high socks hugging her legs stood out.

Rachel de Muir of House Spear Saint. One of the heroines with major importance in Miracle’s Blessing and the academy’s fourth seat.

The thought Why was she here all of a sudden? rose up on its own. We had never had any point of contact whatsoever, yet when I opened my eyes, Rachel was standing there with her top two buttons undone, looking down at me with a seductive smile.

In case it might be a dream, I even blinked hard once or twice, but no, this was reality. It had to be, considering the soft scent of skin mixed with something like fabric softener winding around the tip of my nose. If I leaned just a little closer, it felt like my face would sink into her chest.

When a trace of bewilderment came over my face, Rachel tilted her head at a slight angle and spoke. Her glossy golden hair brushed against her shoulders.

“You up?”

“What is?”

“You know, they say guys wake up with a tent down there.”

“……”

“Or maybe… was it because of me?”

Rachel placed a hand over her lips and let out a foxlike, alluring voice. At that, Chloe’s eyes, sitting right beside me, curved beautifully.

“Um, excuse me, but who exactly are you?”

With her eyes blazing, Chloe spoke in a threatening tone. Rachel glanced over at her once from the corner of her eye and gave a little snort.

Then, in a gentle tone as if handling a child, she patted Chloe on the head and said.

“Little one, when grown-ups are talking, you’re not supposed to butt in!”

“……”

Chloe’s eyes slowly emptied into something cold.

“Rachel! What do you think you’re doing, coming into someone else’s class and acting like this?!”

“Why, Lady Abel? It’s just a greeting, a greeting. Isn’t that right?”

Abel, who had been standing behind her, tried to stop her, but Rachel didn’t budge an inch. It was almost enough to make one feel sorry for Abel as she strained and tugged at her.

Abel ranked two places above Rachel. But the raw physical strength of someone from a spear-bearing household would probably far surpass Abel’s.

If I remembered right, House Spear Saint’s motto was something like, In the face of overwhelming strength, there is no need for technique, a phrase straight out of some manga. Even in Miracle’s Blessing M, the people from House Spear Saint were the very image of strength builds, with their stats all weighted toward power.

And among them, the direct heir of the family, niece of one of the Seven Heroes, the Spear Saint, was the beautiful girl standing right before me, Rachel de Muir.

And yet Rachel ignored Abel’s efforts entirely, only turning her head sharply and giving me a wink.

But why were these two even here?

As I stared blankly for a moment at Rachel and Abel bickering, I felt a cold and pointed sensation from the side. I turned my eyes only slightly. Goosebumps rose all over my body, and I immediately snapped my gaze straight forward again.

I was screwed.

Chloe had tilted only her head to the side and was staring at Rachel expressionlessly. Her reddish eyes were already clouded over and unfocused. More importantly, the real problem was the box cutter in her right hand.

I had half-expected it, and of course I was right. This was definitely Chloe in that mode. It seemed her consciousness had already snapped.

My eyes darted around. If I didn’t sort this situation out right here, it looked like a knife fight was going to break out in the classroom immediately.

Before I could even say anything, Rachel, still in the middle of scuffling with Abel, looked Chloe up and down. Then she covered her mouth and giggled. Chloe’s brow tightened at the sound of that laughter. It seemed like both of them had gone insane.

“Little one, you shouldn’t play with toys like that!”

At those words, Chloe’s head tilted at an even stranger angle. Not caring at all, Rachel planted her hands on her waist, shrugged, and continued. At the teasing tone in her voice, Abel pressed at her temple and muttered.

“You know, little girl, just because your chest is small doesn’t mean your mind has to be narrow too.”

She straightened her shoulders and flaunted the chest swelling proudly there.

“Die. You. Fucking. Bitch.”

With the sound of the blade sliding out, Chloe thrust the box cutter forward like a flash without a trace of hesitation. A small scream burst from someone.

The distance was too close. Chloe’s specialty was speed to begin with, and now she was even sharper and faster than before. A yandere that keeps evolving… if you weren’t careful, becoming a doomed soul would happen in an instant.

Slash!

“!”

She caught that?

Rachel had already seized Chloe’s wrist holding the box cutter and lifted it up with an easy expression. Her grip was so strong that the hand holding the cutter turned bright red in an instant.

When Chloe resisted violently, Rachel quickly grabbed her other wrist too. This wasn’t some shrill catfight between schoolgirls. It looked like a scene straight out of macho MMA.

“Little one, you’re slow.”

Rachel looked down at Chloe with icy-cold eyes. Even then, killing intent was still pouring from Chloe’s eyes. As if finding it laughable, Rachel loosened her grip on Chloe’s wrist slightly, then crushed it down hard again.

Crunch. The sound of flesh being crushed rang out. Chloe let out a faint groan mixed with pain.

“Kuhk……”

“Rachel, stop!”

Abel stepped in with her expression hardened. Rachel let out a small sigh, then threw Chloe’s hand away as if casting it aside.

Chloe’s small body flew toward the blackboard like a blown leaf. Even then, she flipped once in midair and touched down on the floor as if executing a proper breakfall. A few people let out sounds of admiration.

It looked like there were no normal schoolgirls anywhere in this academy. At this point, I desperately wanted to escape this place.

Mischief once again thickened in Rachel’s eyes. Then she pressed herself right up against my side. A soft sensation brushed against my elbow. The plushness winding around my arm sent a jolt through my whole body. At this rate, I was going to be unable to stand up until the next class.

“So your name is Kang Geom-ma?”

When I didn’t answer her question, Rachel’s heart-shaped eyes narrowed. A smile with no readable meaning sat at the corner of her mouth.

“Is that little girl your girlfriend, Geom-ma?”

“No.”

When I cut the words off firmly, Chloe, listening from one or two meters away, shot me a flatfish-eyed glare. It was the kind of look that made a lot of thoughts flash through a person’s head. My eyes went to the sharp box cutter still in her hand.

Still, what wasn’t true wasn’t true.

“A friend.”

“Heh.”

That was the best answer I could give. At my response, Rachel dragged out the tail of her sound. Propping her chin up, she tilted her head.

I had no idea what those heart-shaped eyes were thinking. The elegant collarbones visible between the open buttons of her uniform shirt.

When I shifted my gaze slightly, my eyes met Abel’s. She startled badly and flinched. Things had been so chaotic I’d forgotten, but come to think of it, she was here too.

“Why did you two come looking for me in the first place?”

“Because Lady Abel said she was interested in you, so I came to get a look at your face.”

“When did I ever!?”

“Huh? Then didn’t we come here because of that?”

“Rachel, you’re the one who just dragged me here by force!”

“I thought Lady Abel wanted to come since you followed along so obediently!”

When Abel shouted, the eyes around us all gathered on her. Abel slightly lifted the corners of her mouth and quickly smoothed out her expression. Then, as though nothing had happened, she crossed her arms and closed her mouth.

The attention of the class students was fixed on the four of us to an almost uncomfortable degree. It seemed she had realized that no matter what more she said here, only her own image would suffer.

Not just Wolf Class either, but even students from other classes had crowded over to see Abel and Rachel.

Right now, I just wanted to get away from those burning stared. I was already tired enough because of yesterday, and having situations like this pile up was a headache.

Even so, judging by the fact that Abel still wasn’t leaving, it seemed like she really did have something she wanted to say. Or else maybe she’d just missed the timing and couldn’t get out now.

Letting out a powerless sigh, I buried my forehead into the history book. This growing body was always short on sleep no matter how much I rested.

“If it’s not important, leave.”

Rachel’s chin slipped from where it had been propped. Her eyes widened into circles, and then she burst into loud laughter. Abel too looked utterly taken aback.

“You’re seriously such a funny guy!”

Without answering, I sharply turned my head the other way. I had no idea what she found so funny, but I wasn’t in the mood to humor her one by one. My academy life was already thrown off enough. I didn’t want it becoming even more troublesome.

Rachel pressed her chest tightly against my arm and tickled my ear with a suggestive voice.

“I like men who are fun.”

“That’s good for you. I’m not fun.”

When I said that, Rachel clutched her stomach and laughed softly. Her pressed chest jiggled rhythmically. Even if I shifted a little to the side, her chest followed like a magnet.

“So, what do you think? After class, want to come to my room and watch Letflix?”

Crafty bitch.

“Get away from Geom-ma right now!”

Chloe, having come back to herself in an instant, shouted with anger on her face.

“Pfft, Geom-ma!”

Ignoring Chloe, who was growling at her with furious eyes, Rachel checked Abel’s reaction.

Blue flames seemed ready to leap from Abel’s eyes at any second, as if she could wait no longer and was about to draw her sword. Rachel made a pouty face, brushed off her short uniform skirt with a few pats, and stood up.

“It was fun meeting you, Geom-ma-kun! Let’s see each other again soon!”

“Don’t come.”

“Pfft, so cold!”

Pressing one hand to my forehead, I answered icily. Just thinking that I’d gotten tangled up with Rachel made it feel like a migraine was about to come on.

After glancing once at Chloe, whose eyes had turned red like a goblin’s lantern, Rachel looped her arm through Abel’s and waved to me.

Before leaving, Abel narrowed her eyes and looked at me. Her fine lashes lowered and covered half her eyes. Then her lips moved once or twice, but in the end she turned her steps toward the door.

Once the backs of Abel and Rachel disappeared like that, the gazes of over a hundred men focused on me all at once. Eyes full of hostility. It looked like, without meaning to, I had become the enemy of every male on campus.

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In the corridor of the faculty building leading toward Star Class.

To think it was that much…

Fine, his attitude had been cold enough as it was, but there had been something faint inside those shadowed black eyes that overwhelmed anyone looking at them.

It was as if, after only a brief exchange of glances, her neck had been cut off. The old fear she hadn’t felt in a long time made her teeth click faintly together.

He was clearly on a different level from all the showy but hollow classmates she had seen since entering the academy.

House Spear Saint had a family tradition of forming marriage ties only with outstanding martial artists generation after generation. That was why, from Rachel’s point of view, Kang Geom-ma was a talent far too tempting to ignore. Rachel recited inwardly.

Geom-ma, huh…

That slightly fierce, prickly attitude and those decadent eyes. She could understand why even Abel, known among the boys as the unconquerable empress, would find herself intrigued.

As they were just about to reach the classroom, Rachel stopped walking and turned her toes toward Abel. Abel stood there with her arms crossed, letting out one heavy sigh after another. Wearing a strange smile, Rachel apologized.

“Lady Abel, sorry.”

“…Ha, if you’re talking about the commotion just now, then you should apologize to the Wolf Class students, not to me.”

“No, not that.”

“…What?”

Rachel closed one eye and gave her a wink.

“I can’t yield Geom-ma to you.”