Chapter 62
Chapter 62
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 62
Chapter Title: Magic Division and Spirit Magic (1)
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"I told you to go over this week's schedule for me."
As I repeated myself, Eirin bowed her head repeatedly, apologizing profusely.
"This week, it would be best if you continue attending the Combat Division's training sessions, as well as the Magic Division's lectures on spirit magic..."
Eirin's report continued. Her initial fluster quickly faded, and she returned to her usual calm demeanor.
But thinking back to the Eirin I knew, that earlier slip-up had definitely been out of character.
'That's not like the perfect maid Eirin.'
In truth, I had a pretty good idea why. From the party at Chloe's mansion over a week ago, right up until yesterday.
I hadn't let Eirin attend to me at all during that time.
It wasn't that I didn't want her service. Eirin was stunningly beautiful and always utterly devoted to me.
But ever since arriving in the capital, she'd been swamped not just with being my personal attendant, but also handling the upkeep of my mansion while I was away on break.
A few of those days, she'd spent nursing me around the clock after I passed out from the Colosseum ordeal.
Unlike Pantheon's cadets, who could heal themselves with holy power, Eirin was an ordinary person without priestly ordination.
So I'd spared her as much as possible, skipping her duties often. We were well past teasing into full-on penetrative sex—no point pushing her stamina when pseudo-erotica wouldn't cut it anymore.
'And my lust? I'd been venting it plenty with Lilia and Chloe.'
Especially that final night of the mission. I'd lost count of the rounds in that sloppy, intense romp with Chloe. By the time I returned to the capital mansion yesterday, it was already late afternoon.
Come evening, Eirin had timidly asked if I'd like her nighttime service again. But even with my insatiable drive, sleep won out over sex that time.
So naturally, Eirin would feel anxious. She seemed to believe her service was what kept my savage side in check.
But I was nothing like the old Julian. I could stay level-headed without the post-service sage time.
'And Eirin's no fool—she has to know I'm tangled up with plenty of women.'
Still, a perfectionist like her had every reason to worry. She probably needed to witness my release firsthand to confirm that sage mode.
I sorted through my thoughts and picked up the lecture schedule Eirin had prepared once more.
"Today, I'll head to the Combat Division for some light sword practice. Tomorrow, make sure I attend the Magic Division lecture. And before that..."
I gave Eirin a few instructions.
The horn flute I'd gotten from Riel in Neuber territory. It was the key to starting an important quest.
'That quest means I need to set something up with the Magic Division cadets first.'
For someone walking the Demon King's path like me, it was as crucial as a first gateway.
"Understood, young master. I'll prepare everything so we're there right on time."
"Good. If it's you handling it, Eirin, I have no worries. You always get things done right."
She flinched slightly at that. Her stiff expression softened a bit—my praise probably helped her forget that earlier mistake.
"Hans! To Roya Hall."
The carriage headed for Roya Hall in the Combat Division, kicking off the new week's training.
Roya Hall's small training grounds buzzed with excitement.
Most Combat Division cadets were assigned to reserve platoons. Naturally, these ones had just returned from weekend missions like me, bragging about their exploits in high spirits.
"Magical beasts feel totally different from regular monsters! And that dungeon curse was way worse than I imagined."
"Tell me about it. Even a Rank 4 beast was basically an upgraded regular monster. Can't underestimate a B-Rank mission."
"Leaf, you took a B+ mission, right? As expected of the cadet rep!"
Just like last time, I overheard Leaf—the Combat Division cadet rep—and his circle of admirers. As rep, he was in the Golden Wings too.
Leaf had apparently chosen and cleared a B+ mission, just like me.
"B+ means a Rank 3 beast as the dungeon boss, right? Clearing that as a pair? You're incredible, Leaf."
"Nah, it was just my healing arts partner from the Medical Division. She was exceptional."
"Makes sense. Not on Her Highness Lilia's level, but your partner's got serious skills too."
Leaf's partner was one of Lilia's maids. A skilled dealer-healer duo skyrocketed mission success rates.
And Leaf was top-tier himself, so the cadets chattered on like fresh recruits fresh off their first real fight.
The Combat Division's noble-born cadets approached me too, regaling me with their mission tales.
Of course, I had no reason to indulge greenhorns' boasts, so I half-listened and let it slide.
Fabian, yapping right in front of me, was especially guilty. His mission opponent seemed less beast, more female cadet.
"The mission spot was kinda remote, so that night I booked a quiet inn on purpose. Tried seducing my healer priestess partner... but she wouldn't budge. Medical Division ladies have some pride, huh? Haha. Plenty more missions— she'll cave soon enough."
True to his Golden Sun badge, he oozed confidence in bedding women.
Southern roots showed too—he dished vulgar talk at full volume. I could feel Lucia glaring at him from afar like he was filth.
Fabian suddenly lowered his voice, leaning in.
"By the way... Your pair was Lady Chloe Iterne, daughter of the marquess, right? The marquess lady with her nose in the clouds."
He went on about Chloe. The Iterne marquess's daughter, infamous in capital high society for her beauty. Plenty to say, apparently.
"Any normal guy wouldn't even register as a fling for her. She's notorious for seducing highborn nobles with fiancés, then dumping them the second they bite."
Her unique taste in men was a hot topic among society gossips.
"That jacked up her value sky-high. No noble scion's ever properly dated her for even a day. Especially... no whispers about that side of things..."
He whispered in my ear.
"That... marquess lady's definitely a virgin. No doubt. Makes her the prime target for a noble scion's one-night stand."
I got it instantly. Chloe preferred wrecking engaged couples over dating—classic villainess move.
Plus, her crimson gaze alone ensnared most men. She'd never let any touch her.
"But for someone as impressive as you, Count Julian, even that lofty marquess lady will fall. I guarantee it. Experienced girls aren't bad, but... virgins have their own flavor. She'd make a perfect one-night match for you."
Fabian was missing the mark big time. I'd already claimed Chloe's virginity. And that precious noble first kiss too.
Even by Golden Sun logic, Chloe's conquest difficulty was off the charts. He couldn't fathom what we'd done.
'Plus, the way she rebuffs me feels different from her usual.'
Probably because I'd utterly dominated her. We hadn't fully savored stealing the imperial princess's fiancé yet.
She'd been the one overwhelmed. Her attitude leaned more obsessive interest than indifference.
As I endured Fabian's pathetic chatter, Darren—the Combat Division's strict instructor—entered the training grounds.
"Let's see. Two cadets in this class cleared B+ missions."
Darren reviewed the reserve platoon missions with the cadets. A-Rank or higher needed more than a pair.
DPS-tank-heal sustain was key; no party without it could handle A-Rank. Dungeons were another league from open fields, as I'd learned.
A-Rank+ missions required at least three in the party.
'So B+ is peak difficulty for pairs.'
Darren picked two reports: mine and Leaf's. We were the only second-years in Combat Division to nail B+.
"Leaf's combat log is textbook. Solid performance against a tricky Rank 3 werewolf. Great synergy with his healer pair too. Nothing to criticize."
Leaf's Rank 3 was an enhanced werewolf—not tough solo, but its summoned wolf packs were annoying.
He'd cleared the adds efficiently, then the boss.
Fabian beside me chimed in.
"Hmph. That commoner rep's got skills. One-shotting the minions too—smart way to save stamina for the boss."
Darren then took my report on the dungeon with Chloe. His face darkened as he read.
"And Julian. You pulled a B+ mission like Leaf."
Cadets whispered at his words.
"B+? Same as Leaf? That's top-tier for pairs, right?"
"Julian's Golden Wings now too, paired with Iterne marquess lady."
"Instructor said reviewing successful missions. He cleared it. Must've ridden her coattails. She's Alchemy Division rep."
Darren shattered their doubts flat.
"Sliced open a Rank 3 cyclops's head with your sword. A giant over five meters. Not your average cyclops—way bigger. And this dungeon? Leagues beyond a standard Rank 3."
He continued.
"Instructor Mithers agrees, and so do I. This dungeon and cyclops? Too much for B+. What you cleared was A-Rank minimum."
All eyes snapped to me.
"A-Rank? Impossible for a pair!"
"What's Instructor Darren on about? Julian took down a giant cyclops solo?"
Darren highlighted another note from my report.
"Not just that. The pseudo-aerial maneuver you used to hunt the cyclops—that's the key. Mind demonstrating for us, Julian?"
I nodded.
"Everyone, watch his movements closely. If this log's aerial combat is legit, Julian's already nailed what you all should aspire to for the entire second-year class."
A brief stir rippled through the cadets. I stepped to the center.
Meanwhile, at the same time, Eirin sat alone in Julian's private carriage.
Her young master was deep in training.
Coachman Hans had gone on an errand to a cafe outside Pantheon per her orders. Escort knight Uriel was at Roya Hall's training grounds, not here.
Thanks to Julian's generosity, she could use the grounds whenever time allowed.
Julian had given her free time too. She'd handled his instructions already, leaving hours until training ended.
With no place for a non-cadet like her, Eirin leaned back in the carriage to rest.
Alone, her thoughts wandered. She pulled a Magic Portrait from her apron pocket.
'No one's here... It should be fine.'
One of Reinhime city's mages who'd filmed the Military Parade. She'd sweet-talked him into slipping her this one.
Julian addressing Essenmont's elite troops. His commanding figure captured within.
"Young master hasn't forgotten his promise."
Eirin clutched the portrait to her chest like the world's most precious treasure.