Chapter 32
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Translator: penny
Chapter: 32
Chapter Title: There's No Way My Little Sister Is This Crazy (3)
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Choose the correct course of action when you first suspect that your new little sister's sexual barriers are twisted.
1) Do you like defeat play? Or maybe incest play?
2) Aha? So you like defeat incest play?
...
No matter which one I picked, it was clear neither was the right answer.
Something was off. Karen had definitely said Yuria was just a bit hot-tempered but a good person at heart.
The awkward twist of her lips, like she was holding back a laugh. Pupils sparkling with anticipation and desire. And that gaze, never leaving me for even a second since earlier.
"What the fuck."
Karen... Karen! Did you lie to me?
I glared at Karen for no reason, but what did she take my stare for?
She stepped forward calmly and addressed the academy students and instructors, who clearly wanted to intervene but were holding back out of concern for me.
"Everyone, please step back a bit. There could be aftershocks from the Patriarch's spar with Lady Yuria."
"Th-then... we don't need to stop them?"
Delvin, was it? One of the academy instructors who seemed to be the representative asked cautiously, but Karen shook her head firmly.
"This is House Zahav, and the Patriarch has made his decision."
Anyone hearing that would think it was some grand proclamation. I just planned to give her butt a few light smacks and call it a day.
"Ah, if you're worried about liability, rest assured. Since the Patriarch has stepped in, this becomes his affair."
"I-is that so?"
"Yes. Quite fortunate, actually. For the head of one of the Four Great Ducal Houses—not just anyone—to demonstrate a duel personally."
"W-well, if you put it that way..."
The instructors retreated with the students, their expressions oddly reluctant.
Only then did it hit me. Karen was a retainer of House Zahav too. And House Zahav was the kind of madhouse that earned the moniker Incestuous Noble House...!
From Karen's perspective, it probably didn't matter if I married Jevella or Yuria.
Either way, the next generation of Zahav blood would thicken once more...!
Was this that world with its twisted common sense?
My head spun, but the stage was set, and my task was clear.
Take down Yuria first. Then a guardian-teacher conference... wait, no parents, so technically I'm the guardian?
Anyway, I needed some one-on-one time. I had to figure out what the hell possessed her to turn this into a public courtship duel.
I rose from the chair elevated on the platform overlooking the entire arena and descended the short stairs to stand on the floor.
Despite our height difference, Yuria and I now stood on level ground.
I flashed a grin at her pale purple eyes, so like Jevella's.
"This big brother will yield three moves to you, Yuria."
"What's a 'three moves'?"
"Ah."
I'd tried aping a line from some wuxia novel in my past life to look cool, but this was a fantasy continent—they didn't get it.
"...Means I'll take three attacks. So come at me full force. I'll show you the gap between you and your sky-high brother."
"Hmph! Sky-high my ass. You're just some outsider who rolled in."
Anyone overhearing would peg her as some haughty noble looking down on even the Patriarch as a bastard-born upstart...
But I saw it. Her swallowing her saliva for some reason.
...I'm seriously losing my mind.
Whether I sighed deeply or not, Yuria yanked her greatsword from where it was planted in the ground.
She dropped into a low stance, slinging the massive blade—easily as big as her body—diagonally over her shoulder.
Her aura shifted in that instant.
The subtle swagger and desire from moments ago vanished, replaced by pure fighting spirit.
Fierceness like a savage beast crammed into a tiny human frame. Her gaze swept my vitals with subtle intimidation.
Even without manifesting her Bloodline Ability, she was this strong.
House Zahav's bloodline truly lived up to a ducal house—cheat-level stuff.
...Though from my position, mistaken for that bloodline, it was just absurd.
Grateful no one suspected, since I couldn't afford to be exposed, but seriously—why did no one doubt me?
The moment I got lost in thought, Yuria pounced like she'd sensed it.
Thud.
Incredibly light footwork for wielding such a huge greatsword. In two steps, she closed the distance and spun her body.
As if using not just her arms but her entire body to swing the massive blade.
The sword, faintly rippling with aura, shot toward my upper body like it would shred me.
"Hmm."
I drew up my aura slightly, channeling it into one hand.
Strange patterns like circuits extended from my heart down my arm, glowing red. And then—
Thud.
The incoming greatsword stopped dead in my grasp.
"...Eh?"
Yuria let out a dumb noise.
The aura flickering along her blade fizzled out on contact with my hand, and the swing—fierce enough to tear anything in its path—didn't budge an inch.
I nodded at Yuria as she grunted, trying to pull her sword free.
"Definite talent. But your raw strength is way too lacking."
"Let... go...!"
"Sure."
The moment I released it, the recoil from her pull sent her flying backward.
But she took odd steps, claiming even that space as her own, and swung back even fiercer than before.
Of course, to me, it was no different from the first strike.
Thud.
Yuria's sword caught again in the exact same hold. Instead of panicking, her body started trembling.
...Though her lips were curled in a smirk.
I ignored her teeth and assessed the blade.
"I see. You're not relying on physical stats—you amplify power with aura. So you go bare armor, just the greatsword for focus."
"Figured it out after just two tries?"
"Such a unique style."
"Then try blocking this!"
Yuria backed off again, this time taking an overtly exaggerated stance.
A bizarre posture centering her weight on the greatsword, not her body. She charged in a stagger, then kicked off the ground half a step away, launching into the air.
The aura that had clung to her body and blade suddenly enveloped her entirely.
Bright golden hair fluttering in midair. In this moment, Yuria's greatsword wasn't a weapon—it was a fang.
"Haaah!"
A crude overhead chop aimed precisely at my crown.
Wrapped in spinning aura, it blazed incomparable to before.
A heavy single blow ignoring defense, evasion, even exhaustion.
At this point, even I had to get a little serious.
Legs shoulder-width apart, I pulled my right fist back to its limit.
A stance like hurling a spear—or nocking an arrow.
Not something I'd normally do. Far too inefficient in real combat. Better to twist the whole body like Yuria here, channeling everything into the fist.
But I took this stance for a reason.
Unlike before—when it was all about efficient form, training the flesh, squeezing out a bit more power...
Now that I could at least intentionally wield aura... handle mana in my body... I could try something new.
"Hup!"
The aura sense I'd honed in the fight with the dark mage surged from my heart, blanketing my entire arm.
The heat from the crimson patterns swelled explosively.
Whoosh.
Flames rose over the patterns. More precisely, concentrated aura flowed along them and overflowed outward.
Not the knights' proper aura-coating technique, strictly speaking.
Just a phenomenon from channeling excess aura.
But I'd always fought like this. Mana I couldn't control properly. Strength from my mods, impossible for fine adjustments.
Just smash with everything I had, pulverizing the enemy in front.
Crude and simple, maybe. But most familiar to me.
Proper aura use? I'd learn that later.
I grinned, swinging my clenched fist.
Boom!
Overflowing aura detonated like an explosion.
And my flame-wreathed fist slammed the flat of Yuria's greatsword.
Crunch!
"Kyaaak!"
"Ah."
Got too into it and overdid the power. With her sword shattered, Yuria flew sideways in a defenseless pose.
She'd crash through the wall like this. And having poured all her aura into the sword, she had no prep for this shock.
Serious injury if I let it happen. I clicked my tongue and kicked off the ground.
Boom!
My body shot forward, cracking the floor in shallow spiderwebs. I scooped up the flailing Yuria midair.
Then slammed back-first into the wall, absorbing the impact for her.
Boom!
A stinging jolt ran through my back. Hurt a bit, but bearable.
"Wh-why...?"
I sighed heavily at Yuria, eyes round as saucers in my arms.
"Because this big bro's love whip is something else."
"Love?!"
"Told you not to focus there..."
I flipped Yuria around, draping her prone over my knee. And then—
Smack! Smack! Smack!
"Ow! That really hurts! You into this kinda thing?! Sis is too fragile for it!"
"Why would I hit Lady Jevella...? Only brats like you get the rod."
"Hngh?!"
Yuria blushed for some reason. I smacked her butt again.
Smack!
The bouncy, warm sensation under my palm.
After that, I gave her a proper scolding.
...Completely forgetting that Zahav knights—and academy folk—were watching.
The pain creeping up from her butt made Yuria think.
'Wow! Public humiliation play!'
Yuria had only ever learned the strict stuff at the academy.