Chapter 16
Chapter 16
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Translator: uly
Chapter: 16
Chapter Title: 15. My Sister Released Poison on Me
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-Thud! Thud!
Philia pounded on the door like a maniac. This was such an awkward situation that my head felt like it was about to explode.
For now, cleaning the room took top priority.
""
The bed, which was a mess of my love juices and semen, along with everything else I thought was filthy, became spotless.
"Uhng... In-hyeok, what is it...?"
"Ah, it's nothing, Sis. Could you go to the inner room and rest for a bit?"
"Why?"
"That guest is here. It'd be kinda weird if she caught us doing family stuff, right...? Anyway, hurry up and go in!!"
I spoke to my sister in a whisper so serious that Philia wouldn't hear, and she quickly grabbed her clothes before darting into the inner room.
Phew... That should tidy things up decently...
-Boom! Boom! Boom!
She was hammering the door so wildly I half-expected it to shatter. Even for a private dorm, this noise had to be echoing through the building...
In the novel, she acted all prim and proper, full of fake airs...
-Open up!!!!! Open this door!!! You trash bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!!
With no response, she started screaming like a wild animal, thrashing about.
"Goddamn it, does that girl have no shame at all?"
Who would ever guess that the one throwing this tantrum was the Sword Saint Philia Venezia?
But... did I really need to be this scared?
This morning proved my combat skills were way superior. And with my boosted stats, I should have the upper hand no problem...
Yeah, it's not fear—I'm just flustered 'cause she's a pretty girl. That's all... yeah, has to be!
After that little mental victory, I hesitated at the noisy door, debating whether to open it. That's when I sensed a massive surge of mana from the other side...
"Shit... no way?"
As the mana swelled, convinced she'd lost it and disaster was imminent, I flung the door open.
There stood Philia, channeling mana into her sword, muttering under her breath as she assumed a stance.
"You crazy bitch, you're seriously using mana?!?!"
Without thinking, I dropped all politeness and respect I'd shown her before—cursing outright in shock.
Startled by my yell, she relaxed her stance, dispersed the mana, and glared at me.
Her face twisted in rage, but damn, she was still pretty... No, focus—her scary face was glaring daggers like she wanted to kill me.
Why the hell was she so pissed? Today was a milestone—her favorability had climbed from -30 to -26.
Careful not to let Philia notice, I checked her status.
Hmm... what the? Favorability had dropped to -33.
It was like I thought this was rock bottom, but then it plunged even lower—like some cursed stock plummeting further.
Wondering if the dip was the cause, lost in trivial thoughts, Philia spoke up.
"You... you trash... fucking bastard..."
"Why are you cursing like that...?"
"You goddamn trash bastard!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She exploded again, so I yanked her inside the room.
"Don't grab me! You're filthy, don't touch me, kyaaaaah!!!!!!!!!!!!"
She thrashed even as I dragged her in—driving me insane. I knew she was trash, but seeing this haughty queen turn into a bratty little shit was somehow bitter.
Like discovering the dark side of an idol I used to stan...!
Still, I sat her in a chair and poured her tea, which she surprisingly drank.
"Trash... slurp... filthy bastard... slurp..."
"Pick one—cursing or drinking?"
She seemed somewhat calmed, but her glaring eyes hadn't softened.
"Hmph... So, mind telling me why you're so pissed?"
"Where'd all that polite act and honorifics you showed in front of Ruane go?"
"That's not the point right now, is it...? And why should I stay polite when you're being unreasonable?"
My ironclad logic made her huff in frustration again, and I already felt exhausted. But unexpectedly, she just sipped her tea quietly before speaking.
"Sigh... I agonized for hours, wondering if I saw wrong, before coming here..."
She scowled irritably as she continued.
"Purely by chance—really, total coincidence—I spotted you leaving Ruane's dorm while I was walking by."
Ah... now I got why she was furious.
Not coincidence at all—she'd snuck to Ruane's dorm to spy, then saw me heading from there to my own place and lost it.
"But how's that any of your business?"
"Urk... that's..."
No comeback, huh? Even if she'd seen me banging Ruane, she had no right to interfere.
She was just throwing a fit because her crush was fooling around with someone she hated—me.
This world could be discriminatory about that stuff too, especially for nobles—it must piss her off and make her jealous.
"Thinking of my precious friend messing with trash like you, some commoner, just boils my blood."
She knew it sounded ridiculous, but her sky-high pride wouldn't let her lose to me.
"I don't even know why you call me trash, but as you saw in class today, my skills mean being a commoner isn't an issue."
"Th-that's..."
Philia struck me as the type who believed nobles and commoners could never be equals—that commoners could never rise to nobility. But surprisingly, that wasn't the case here.
This was a meritocracy where talent could make you a noble.
How the hell did someone like her end up with those views? Made her kinda impressive, in a twisted way.
"Anyway, as Ruane's friend, I can't allow it. And I warned you before not to go near her, remember?"
Now she was grasping at straws. Ah, right—she had warned me. While beating me.
Anger toward Philia surged.
"No second warnings. This is your last chance. Stay away from Ruane from now on, or..."
"Or what?"
"...What?"
"Or what?"
I stood my ground confidently, and she scoffed in disbelief, glaring murderously.
"You got cocky just 'cause I went easy last time? A commoner like you lost his mind?"
-Grip!
She seized my collar, radiating killing intent. Kinda scary...
But I couldn't back down.
""
"...!"
I reinforced my grip on her hand with magic, easily prying it off.
"Using magic means you're serious, huh?"
"I don't mind."
Mana gathered in the hand I'd grabbed. I poured in more power, matching her.
In this powder-keg standoff ready to blow, the door to my inner room creaked open.
-Creak.
Out stepped the student council president, transformed 180 degrees from earlier—striding confidently in heels.
"That's far enough."
"Unless you want to get expelled."
Her mana-laced words came with a smile, but her sharp gaze terrified us into withdrawing our mana and sitting back down.
My sister fetched another chair, placing it beside us as we faced each other, then crossed her arms and sat.
In the ensuing silence, Philia—who kept sneaking glances at Sis—finally broke it.
"By the way... why is the student council president coming out of this tra—this Song In-hyeok's room?"
She knew my name, that trashy bitch...
Accusingly, as if suspicious of Sis emerging from my room.
"Any particular relationship with Song In-hyeok?"
Her lips curled up, thrilled—like she'd found leverage, or maybe planning to tattle to Ruane if we were dating.
"That's my pr—"
"Would 'sister and brother' suffice? The names should clue you in."
Sis cut in calmly, finishing my sentence. Hearing that, Philia shut up, her smirk vanishing.
I'd thought her childish, but this mature side... gap moe, huh?
"I don't know why you're fighting, but is endlessly insulting your opponent how the famed heir of the Venezia Ducal Family acts?"
Damn... refreshing! Heung... so cool... suddenly so handsome, I'm falling for her... chase her off just like that!
"..."
Head down, speechless—Philia seemed to realize her behavior was shameful.
"Why not settle it with an official duel instead?"
Yeah, yeah, just duel already... wait, what did I just hear?
"No expulsions here—file an official duel request after morning classes tomorrow and have it out properly."
Philia's face lit up at Sis's words.
"An official duel... yes, excellent idea!"
She grinned wickedly at me.
"Song In-hyeok, I'll formally challenge you tomorrow after morning classes. Steel yourself."
I was confident I could beat Philia... but the fallout from a public duel would be a nightmare.
Even a talented commoner toppling the Venezia heir and Sword Saint would turn the academy upside down.
It could wreck my quiet life of taming the girls I liked.
God... damn it... Sis poisoned me...
"Thank you for the advice, Student Council President. Sorry for the late hour."
Philia bowed politely to Sis, then stormed off without a backward glance.
With Philia gone, Sis's cool demeanor vanished—replaced by a puppyish, praise-seeking pet stare.
Who could stay mad at that look...?
Plus, she'd suggested the duel believing I'd win—unshakable faith in me.
"Ha... ha..."
I stroked her head, and she wriggled happily.
Fine... spilled water can't be gathered back.
I'll crush her utterly and smash that smug pride.
Look forward to it, Philia Venezia...