A Swift Kick to the Cunt Solves Everything
"We need to talk."
Keres was in the middle of neatly folding my underwear and school uniform. Hearing my hurried footsteps and urgent voice, she instantly realized the situation was out of the ordinary. She looked up, meeting my eyes with a gentle smile.
"What is the matter, my lady?"
"I think I've overcome your trial, Keres."
"...My lady, the trial I have bestowed upon you is not so easily conquered."
Looking at me with eyes full of pity, Keres stacked the neatly folded undergarments onto her palm and placed them inside the wardrobe.
"I-I'm not joking."
"I understand your desire to quickly settle the matter regarding Princess Helene, but there is a proper order to all things."
"Keres, Keres! I really, truly figured out why you gave me this trial!"
I didn't want to seem desperate, but now that I had the correct answer, I had no intention of wasting time. I grabbed Keres's gloved hands, forcing her to look me in the eye.
"My lady..."
"I'm not doing this because I want a shortcut. I genuinely understand now. I know exactly why you didn't tell me the details of the trial I had to pass."
At first, I thought she was just teasing me, but there was a real reason behind it. Now that I had all the answers, I honestly couldn't deny that her method was the absolute best.
I know what the original Ramnusia Yuno went through.
Keres's gaze shifted, a subtle change flickering in her eyes as she stared at me.
"This... Ha! I don't even know where to begin explaining, but to cut straight to the point! Clafoutis Magica is the girl who drove Ramnusia Yuno to suicide, isn't she? In other words, she's the target of Ramnusia's revenge. And you, Keres, kept the details of the trial a secret because you wanted me to truly feel and understand that resentment."
"My goodness, my lady... How did you uncover this so quickly...?"
"I happened to make a friend who was lucky enough to be freed from Clafoutis's filthy little trick. Thanks to her, I realized something incredibly suspicious was going on at this academy, and Clafoutis is the only mage capable of pulling off such a stunt."
Keres's brow twitched. Her lips curved upward for a brief moment before she closed her eyes tightly. Then, squeezing my hands, she patted them gently.
"I... offer my deepest apologies, my lady."
"You probably thought this: if you had just told me from the very beginning that Clafoutis Magica was the mastermind behind this wretched situation, I wouldn't have harbored any real desire for revenge."
Keres nodded slowly.
"It was an act of presumption on my part, my lady."
"No, no. Honestly, you did the right thing, Keres. If you had told me from the start, I wouldn't feel nearly as motivated as I do right now."
I could completely understand Keres's perspective—watching the lady she served fall victim to such absurd, cruel bullying. In fact, I understood it all too well. Honestly, if our positions were reversed, I would have done the exact same thing. Why would she want to let go of a lady who might actually exact revenge on Clafoutis Magica? She must have desperately hoped that I would understand even a fraction of Ramnusia Yuno's suffering and sharpen the blade of vengeance alongside her!
"Clafoutis is just... Honestly, I'm sure Ramnusia was embarrassed. I get it, she was stripped naked! But driving someone to suicide through relentless bullying is crossing the line entirely."
Hearing that they had dragged her to the Black Magic Classroom to 'punish' her made my heart ache, but it wasn't entirely incomprehensible.
"...Thank you, my lady. I had assumed this would take a far greater amount of time..."
"I just got lucky."
"No, my lady. You possess a truly magnificent talent."
"A talent for what, exactly?"
Keres's lips curved upward into a soft smile.
"For black magic, my lady. Though perhaps the Armonomicon has lent you its aid as well."
"Uh... this thing? Lately, it's just been hanging quietly from my waist, bound in chains."
I patted the grimoire a few times, but it gave no response.
"Anyway, Keres! I passed the trial! I solved the riddle you left behind!"
I pointed a finger at myself excitedly. This was the important part.
"Who is the target of Ramnusia Yuno's revenge? What happened between her and Clafoutis Magica? I even know how she did it!"
"You have even deduced the method, my lady?"
"Clafoutis installed a magic circle in the academy. Theoretically, nothing else could make this possible."
Keres stared at me for a long moment before shrugging her shoulders.
"My lady, that method is a legendary..."
"I-I know! I know! That only a mage on the level of the legendary Oracle could possibly install such a thing! But look at reality, Keres! Clafoutis actually cast a spell that implanted this garbage perception of Ramnusia Yuno into everyone's minds!"
"Do you have proof of this, my lady?"
"Clafoutis herself is the proof. Unlike the other noble girls, she didn't look at me with disgust; she spoke to me completely normally."
Keres cleared her throat softly.
"Are you aware that Princess Helene behaved in a similar manner, my lady?"
"Helene is the great... the First Flower blooming in His Majesty's garden! She's the Imperial Princess! She has an immense natural resistance to magic, doesn't she?"
"...Excellently reasoned, my lady. You have indeed passed the trial I so presumptuously prepared."
Smiling, Keres pinched the hem of her skirt and bowed to me with exquisite grace. She then clapped her hands twice and pulled open the wardrobe door. Just like before, a staircase leading down to the basement revealed itself.
"You are now fully prepared to exact vengeance on behalf of Lady Ramnusia—vengeance in its truest, most absolute sense."
"You'll lend me your strength, right?"
"But of course, my lady."
Keres gracefully descended the stairs. It felt like quite a while since I had last been down here. The last time was definitely to gather information on Laura.
"I believe you will have use for this room, my lady."
Having guided me to the basement, Keres pointed to a door on the north side of the room, which housed a massive round table perfect for organizing information.
"What kind of room is th—gasp."
I opened the door with the anticipation of opening a gift box, and there was indeed a gift waiting inside.
"T-This... This is a prison cell!"
"It is a cell built to the exact specifications of Tartaros, my lady. Tartaros is—"
"I know! The bottomless subterranean prison built beneath the Imperial Palace! The one where they throw terrifying demons! This cell is on that level?!"
The state of the cell was spectacular. It was incredibly cramped, feeling as though it would be packed tight with just six people standing inside. Sleeping comfortably seemed out of the question, and I could already envision a future where she would have to beg me just to use the toilet.
"If we throw... Cl-Clafoutis into this cell... it's going to be so... so much fun."
"I am deeply gratified that our thoughts align so perfectly, my lady."
"But Keres..."
We had the perfect plan, the perfect cell, and the perfect culprit to throw inside it, but there was still a major problem.
"Clafoutis Magica is... she's a princess of the Magica Kingdom. She has an outstanding reputation at school, and her magical prowess is off the charts."
"Lady Ramnusia..."
"There's no way to drag her down here. Honestly, I don't think my black magic would even work on her."
Keres stared silently into my eyes. Then, without warning, she took my left hand and gently kissed the back of it.
"You have me, Keres, by your side, my lady. Allow me to offer a solution to resolve this predicament."
"Really? There's a way?"
Keres beamed with a bright, serene smile.
"Kick her right in the cunt, my lady."
What is the simplest way to avoid suspicion? It's painfully obvious. I just shouldn't be the one doing it. If the most suspicious person doesn't act, there's no reason for anyone to suspect them in the first place!
The method to subdue Clafoutis Magica was exactly the same. I used Laura. Just as I planned, Clafoutis came to Laura's Dormitory Room for 'tea time,' while I hid inside the wardrobe.
How did I get Clafoutis to come 'alone'? That was also incredibly easy. A single, loaded sentence was more than enough: "I have something to tell you about Ramnusia."
"I never imagined you would wish to speak with me in such absolute privacy, Laura dear."
"I'm sorry, Senior. But there is something about Ramnusia that I absolutely must tell you."
"You mentioned that earlier as well. It was precisely because I deemed it of such grave importance that I came all the way to your room, Laura dear."
Clafoutis sat down on the chair, her long blue hair swaying elegantly. From my vantage point inside the wardrobe, her back was completely exposed. Perfect, perfect. Everything was going exactly according to plan. All Laura had to do now was act precisely as I had instructed.
"Senior Clafoutis... do you know?"
At Laura's question, Clafoutis dropped a sugar cube into her steaming tea, stirring it gently as she shrugged.
"Whatever do you mean, pray tell?"
"Ramnusia... she gave me a truly... ecstatic experience."
"...Pardon?"
Just as I had hoped, Laura's face flushed a deep crimson, and she began to speak while trembling, her fists clenched tight.
"Ramnusia...! She taught me the true pleasure a woman is meant to enjoy! Do you have any idea what that means?"
"L-Laura Arnold? Whatever are you talking about so suddenly?"
"Senior Clafoutis!"
Laura suddenly grabbed Clafoutis's hands. As expected, leaving her to act freely rather than giving rigid commands was far more entertaining in a situation like this.
"Ugh...!"
"Ramnusia taught me how a woman is supposed to masturbate! Did you know? Gently caressing the area around the clitoris makes it several times easier to feel good than just touching it directly!"
"Ramnusia did...?"
"Yes! On top of that, Ramnusia even let me watch her masturbate right in front of me! Ah, she looked so incredibly beautiful, lewd, and gorgeous. Seeing her wet slit twitching like that was a total shock, but..."
Laura kept holding Clafoutis's hands, continuing her passionate speech.
"Thanks to her, for the first time in my life, I experienced an orgas—"
"Cease this at once, Laura! Have you utterly lost your mind?! I have absolutely no desire to partake in such lewd conversation!"
"It's alright, Senior Clafoutis! It's only difficult the first time!"
Laura drew the wand from her waist and pointed it directly at Clafoutis. It was an incredibly blatant act of aggression.
"Laura, surely you must know that you stand absolutely no chance against me... Tsk!"
*Crackle!*
Before Clafoutis could even finish her sentence, Laura cast a spell toward the floor. It was a spell that summoned wooden roots to bind the target's feet. Without even using an auxiliary tool like a wand, Clafoutis manifested a magic circle directly in her palms and casually waved her hand, easily disrupting the spell.
"Stay still! You must become a wonderful offering for Ramnusia!"
Laura cast another spell. Once again, Clafoutis swiftly dismantled it. A small flash of light erupted, and Clafoutis burst into laughter.
"Ohohoho! Laura! With your level of magical aptitude, you could never hope to best me! Do try your worst! Your magic formulas are as good as mine to dismantle, so I shall gladly unravel every single one of them!"
Giggling, Clafoutis subtly moved her left hand, beginning to trace a magic circle in the air.
"And once I am finished, I shall have to investigate what exactly transpired between you and Ramnusia."
"As for that! I think you can discuss it directly with me right now, Senior Clafoutis!"
Following Keres's advice to the letter, I flung the wardrobe doors open and lunged outward.
"Ramnusia?!"
"Take this!"
I shouted, swinging the wand in my right hand with all my might.
"Ha! You dare attempt such a thing when you know full well how utterly pathetic your magic is?!"
The result was simple. The magic discharging from my wand was instantly disrupted and neutralized by a casual wave of Clafoutis's right hand. However, no one can jump rope while drawing two completely different pictures with their left and right hands at the same time.
"Ugh...!"
From the very beginning, Clafoutis's eyes had been entirely locked onto my wand. She didn't even notice my foot rapidly flying toward her crotch. Thanks to that, I managed to land a clean, solid, and incredibly precise kick right to Clafoutis's cunt.
"...H-Hngh...?!"
Her face instantly turning a ghostly pale, Clafoutis clutched her crotch with both hands.
"H-How... A noble lady... doing such a... Ugh...! Such a... underhanded trick...!"
Clafoutis's trembling eyes welled up with clear tears that began to stream down her cheeks. Her lips twitched pitifully, and she couldn't even muster the strength to stand.
"I think you're the one who's far more accustomed to playing dirty, Senior."
"What do you... mean by..."
The moment Clafoutis saw the hypnosis sigil embroidered onto my handkerchief, her eyebrows twitched violently as she glared at me.
"Y-You... Don't tell me... bl-black mag..."
Unlike Laura, Clafoutis desperately tried to resist, but she was utterly powerless against the agonizing, soul-crushing pain radiating from her crotch.
*Thud!*
"Ha... Keres really did give me the perfect answer."
What kind of spell should I cast on Clafoutis now? My heart is beating dangerously fast with anticipation.