Chapter 17 - I Won't Forgive Lab Slave NTR!
I Won't Forgive Lab Slave NTR!
Translator : Elizabeth
Chapter 17
Hermione Enersis.
She entered the Academy at the top of her class! A genius of water and ice magic!! A talent so great that even the Tower Master of the Blue Magic Tower wanted her as a disciple!!!
And yet, someone was targeting her—Archion’s small and precious fluid simulator and research slave….
“Some 'Young-Fifty' divorcee professor is after her?”
“I don't know what the words 'Young-Fifty' or 'divorcee' mean... but they sound unpleasant just hearing them.”
Apparently, a professor at the Imperial Academy was trying to get his hands on her. Telling her to become his disciple.
Archion shot a side-glance at the Tower Master, feeling a sense of shared bitterness for his sister.
“They’re both derogatory terms that don't apply to you, Tower Master.”
“Phew. That is a relief.”
Come to think of it, according to the Magic Tower’s history books, the Tower Master hadn't so much as touched romance in her two thousand years. In other words, she wasn't "young" like a Young-Fifty, and she was a maiden who had never even dated, let alone married!
“What are you thinking about right now?”
Terrifyingly enough, the Tower Master noticed his stray thoughts like a ghost. The old-maid Dragon narrowed her vertical pupils and glared at Archion, but—
“Seeing such a misguided elder made me realize that there is no older person as dependable as you, Tower Master.”
“Hmm, you certainly know the truth.”
Since Archion’s slyness had developed quite a bit lately, she fell for it. The way her scaly tail wagged slightly was a bit pathetic, but... Archion made an effort to erase it from his mind.
For now, the priority was exterminating the lab slave NTR enthusiast.
“So, what is the name of this professor?”
The identity of the old man who had grabbed Hermione was….
“Anton Yurinchev.”
“Ah, that fellow.”
Anton Yurinchev. He happened to be the younger brother of Marquess Yurinchev, who ruled the northeastern mining regions.
“He was a troublemaker back when I was the President of the Academy.”
“What kind of guy was he?”
“A dandy who led his own pack. He had talent, but his conduct was wretched. He was even suspended for trying to force himself on a female student of commoner origin.”
“Oh….”
“He tried that with me too, and I ended up breaking him in five places. I only let him go after his father rushed over that night to prostrate himself in apology, but it seems he still hasn't fixed his nature.”
A man with great magical talent who lived like a scoundrel in his youth, gaining a notorious reputation. Even after marriage, he abused his wife until he was eventually divorced—a real headache. Because of this, the Yurinchev Marquess family was essentially using the Academy as a prison to keep him locked away.
“And a guy like that is trying to violate my slave—I mean, my sister?”
“You can set that worry aside. Do you know the real reason he was divorced?”
“What is it?”
“Because one of the five places I broke was down there. I heard that even after recovery, he couldn't function as a man.”
“Ah…!”
The superficial reason for the divorce was "irreconcilable differences," but it turned out that included differences in the bedroom as well. The Yurinchev Marquess family supposedly hushed it up, but it was an open secret. It was likely why he bullied female Academy students in even more insidious ways, but anyway.
“Why is a guy like that hitting on my research slave?”
“You’re calling her a slave quite proudly now… well, your sister’s talent is outstanding for a human. And he is also a specialist in water and ice magic.”
From his perspective, Hermione must have been a mouth-watering candidate for a lab slave. And since she was beautiful, he probably coveted her even more.
“So basically, he wants to steal my lab slave.”
“Please, choose your words a bit more elegantly….”
But still, to steal someone else's lab slave… no, graduate student! It was an act of ignoring and belittling the rival professor, a grave insult.
“I’ll have to crush him.”
“Mm-hmm. That is my disciple for you.”
“I’m not your disciple. Anyway….”
Normally, if someone pulls a stunt like this, both the professor and the graduate student get blacklisted, but the problem was that this professor had a Marquess family backing him and was a shameless pervert. The moment he discarded noble etiquette and acted like a brat, Enersis and Archion might only lose their reputation by responding.
Therefore….
“Let’s crush him with power! Fairly, in a one-on-one.”
“Hm? Are you suggesting a duel?”
“Yes! And that’s where your role is really important, Tower Master… By the way, are you strong even without using magic?”
“Of course. But why do you ask?”
“Well, you see….”
Among nobles, if you are insulted, regardless of age or gender, a solution where you are allowed to take the other person’s throat must be respected.
Archion intended to settle this with a duel.
Rumble, creak!Whinny!
“Father!!”
“My daughter!”
Hermione had rushed down more urgently than usual for an Academy student on winter break. She burst into tears and fell into Delford’s arms, and after hearing the circumstances, Delford held her tightly and hid her behind him.
Thud. Thump.
“Hahaha. If it isn't Count Enersis?”
“Anton….”
The dandy scoundrel professor who had chased her down, Anton Yurinchev.
“You haven't changed.”
“And you, Count... have changed quite a bit. You look a bit softer than back then.”
His appearance, with a 2:8 hair part that looked like he’d seduced many women, was no different from when Delford was at the Academy. Of course, back then, the fellow was suspended for trying to take a commoner student, so Delford graduated first and thought he’d never see him again.
“So, what brings you to Enersis?”
“Why, a parent-teacher consultation, of course!”
But of all things, the fellow had set his sights on Hermione and even managed a reunion. It was worth adding to the list of the worst situations in Delford’s life.
“I want to register... oops, enroll your daughter into my laboratory and conduct research happily like family. I promise excellent treatment, so if you could help persuade her—”
Still arrogant. Rude. A personality that considers it natural to be a nuisance without caring for others.
“When I said you haven't changed, I meant your arrogant and pathologically obsessive personality.”
“…….”
“Still as prideful as ever, I see.”
And that madness, showing killing intent even while causing a scene in someone else's territory. Delford hated Anton for this. Past, present, and future.
“Watch your mouth, Delford. Do you want to go to war with Yurinchev?”
“Your older brother would certainly like that.”
And Yurinchev was the same. Every time a nobles' meeting was held at the Imperial Palace, one of the main families attacking Enersis was Yurinchev. They were also a family of mages and held large iron mines similar to Enersis. However, unlike Enersis, they had no ancestor with the title of 'Great' Mage… and they showed that inferiority complex.
“You came here to create a pretext, Yurinchev.”
“Kekeke… have you finally noticed, dull-witted Delford?”
By this point, Delford realized. The Marquess of Yurinchev wanted war.
“I’ve already spoken with the Academy President, and Lady Hermione’s admission to my lab is scheduled. Don't make a fuss and just hand her over.”
“Ha, haha. Have you truly gone mad?”
“If you’re dissatisfied, go ahead and bring the former President. Though I heard she’s been in seclusion at the Lidasid Magic Tower for over 20 years.”
And at this point, Delford also realized something.
“What?”
“Haha, did I say something wrong? Delford.”
There is an information gap. He recalled Archion visiting him last night and giving him a heads-up.
“Feel free to pick a fight. The Magic Tower is controlling information well. The Tower Master and I will handle it.”
He wondered why, but his proud youngest son had everything planned out!
“So that is why Archion told me to leave it to him….”
“Archion? Ah, you mean your youngest son, that witless boy who can't even use magic? I’ve heard rumors of him being a genius alchemist… that incandescent bulb or motor thing? I’ve seen them, but really. What can you even do with something that just shines light or spins round and round—”
“Let’s settle this with a duel.”
“Huh?”
So Delford immediately picked a fight.
“F-Father? A duel?”
“Mm. For a noble, such disputes should be settled with a duel.”
“That is correct, Father. If it’s alright, may I participate in the duel?”
“Archion?!”
Hermione fell into confusion!
“You, you can't use magic! What do you think you’re going to do in a duel?!”
“Sister. I have a plan.”
Archion was a genius alchemist, not a mage. If he stepped into a duel, even if the opponent was Anton—who got his professorship through politics—Archion would die.
“Nice to meet you, Professor Anton Yegacheffe.”
Despite that, Archion stepped forward fearlessly.
“It’s Anton Yurinchev.”
“Right, Professor Anton Ulysses. I hear you want to legally enroll my sister into your lab, is that so?”
“Tsk, such a pathetic provocation… Yes. But you can't use magic, can you?”
To Anton, the fact that a brat twenty years younger than him was poking at him was annoying…. But regardless, not respecting a young man who stepped forward for his sister was not noble-like, so he decided to accept.
“I wish to put forward a proxy. Someone who, like me, does not use magic.”
“Ha! Do you intend to put forward a knight?”
At Archion’s request for a proxy, he thought, ‘I knew it!’ Looking at his build, a guy who didn't even look like he’d learned the sword like a knight wouldn't stand in a duel for no reason. But to think he’d use his pride as a noble to name someone who doesn't use magic as a proxy!
Anton was a dandy scoundrel… but unless he put forward a top-tier knight, Anton didn't see himself losing. And he also had an ace up his sleeve!
“Fine! If I win this duel, I will enroll Hermione Enersis into my laboratory!”
“And if I win?”
“I’ll grant you anything!”
Therefore, Anton sensed victory. He offered Archion a "wish coupon" for anything.
And Archion:
“You promise? I’ll see you in Lidasid's Grand Plaza in one week.”
“Of course! Make sure Lady Hermione is well-was— ahem, well taken care of! Hahaha!!”
Delford and Hermione, watching from the side, both let out smiles so wicked it would give anyone goosebumps. Anton had fallen into the trap.
One week later. A massive crowd gathered in Lidasid’s Grand Plaza.
“Young Master Archion and the Marquess of Yurinchev’s brother are dueling!”
“Oh no, what will happen to our Young Master… he can't even use magic!”
Archion had looked after every single resident of the Enersis Earldom. Naturally, the citizens were the main ones worrying about him.
“Is there any chance Young Master Archion can win?”
“I’d say it converges to zero. But isn't he a genius? He surely has a plan.”
The nobles of the surrounding territories had also come to watch.
“Quiet! Quiet!”
And the adjudicator sent from the Imperial family and his troops were controlling the crowd.
“I hereby declare the duel between Anton Yurinchev and Archion Enersis! This is personally witnessed by the descendant of the Primeval Dragon, the Unifier of the Illiad Continent, the Great Chieftain of the North, and the Great Hero!”
The adjudicator standing in the center declared to everyone that this duel was a legal one witnessed by the Emperor.
“To think they dragged the Emperor into this.”
“Yurinchev is determined. They said they wanted war with Enersis… it looks like they’re truly using this opportunity to create that pretext.”
All the nobles who heard this sympathized with Enersis. No matter how much Enersis was a descendant of a great Archmage, they were only a Count. And Yurinchev was also a founding contributor, and above all, had the power of a Marquess family. Because they used the Emperor’s name to validate the duel, they were a very troublesome opponent for Enersis.
“Anton Yurinchev! Are you present?”
“I am here.”
Of course, this was a gamble. Since they used the Emperor’s name, they absolutely had to win, and if they failed, the Yurinchev Marquess family would suffer immense damage. But both the Marquess of Yurinchev and Anton himself sensed victory because Archion had stepped up for this duel.
“Then, is Archion Enersis present?”
“I am here.”
No matter what that boy did, he wouldn't be able to touch even a single hair on Anton’s head. Despite that, Anton wasn't careless; he had already consumed all the strengthening potions provided by the Marquess. Honestly, Anton felt like he could even beat a Sword Master right now.
“I have confirmed the attendance of both duelists! Before we begin, Archion Enersis, I have heard that you are putting forward a proxy, is that correct?”
“It is.”
Therefore, no matter who Archion brought, Anton was certain this moment was the starting point of Enersis’s downfall.
“Is the proxy here?”
“Yes, Tower Master?”
“Huh?”
That was, until the black-haired Dragon who had been the President back when he was an Academy student stepped out from behind Archion.
Even after more than twenty years, she still boasted the same lethal beauty.
“Anton. It’s been a long time. Have you been living quietly, peacefully, and showing kindness to everyone?”
“W-wha?”
She was still in perfect health. Especially considering how much Anton had cursed her during his agonizing recovery.
Anton suddenly recalled the time back then, before his suspension, when the Tower Master broke his body. I mean… this beautiful and great person, considered the pinnacle of magic, had dealt with the Anton of those days—
Thump!Crack…!!!
“Or… have you still not fixed that nature of yours, harassing women and bullying innocent students?”
—With her bare hands. That’s right. Just with physical force, without magic.
For the record, Anton had fired magic wildly back then. Since his bones were being broken one by one, he had to at least resist. Of course, the Tower Master just deflected it at the skin level. Saying defensive magic wasn't even necessary.
Anton had realized what helplessness was that day, and it remained a trauma even now….
“If that is the case, I am truly disappointed.”
“P-President! I! I!”
That trauma switch had descended once again. As the proxy for that witless Archion.
Crack!
“This time… I might have to tear it off.”
“Gasp, ack…?!”
“I’ll let you have the first move, but let’s finish this quickly. I have something to receive from Archion.”
As Anton watched the stone floor of the Grand Plaza crumple under a single step from the Tower Master—
“Hm? Adjudicator.”
“Yes, O Dragon.”
“This fellow seems to have fainted.”
He fainted with his eyes rolled back.
Drip… drip….Sssssss….
“Ugh….” “Ahem. Well. It looks like the matter is settled.”
While peeing himself on the floor of the plaza.