The Dropout of the Golden Lion Dormitory
In 1878, on an island nation floating in the northwestern seas of the continent—the Albion Empire.
The empire had railroads snaking through every region, countless colonies to the east, and had risen as one of the great powers, drawing wealth from across the globe.
Within this empire stood seven special institutions known as the Imperial Defense Academies.
There, the second sons and daughters of nobles studied "magic."
The academies' goal was to train Guardians—magic swordsmen who wielded magic to defend the empire from the shadows.
These Guardians commanded special weapons called magic swords, each blessed with a mighty skill.
Upon graduation, they joined either the Ministry of Internal Affairs Security Bureau or the War Ministry Secret Intelligence Bureau as full-fledged Guardians, sworn to shield the nation and the emperor from enemy states, terrorists, and anti-imperial rebels.
Leon Lancaster was one such apprentice Guardian at Aresford Imperial Defense Academy.
The academy operated on a full dormitory system, with its eight dorms run by student self-governance.
In the Golden Lion Dormitory, Leon had been summoned to the dorm council room.
Only the dorm head and Leon were present.
The senior girl lounging in the plush seat at the far end fixed him with a lazy, half-lidded stare.
"So, to sum it up, Leon-kun—you bumped into our class saint in the baths, clamped a hand over her mouth, groped her tits, and ground your hot, stiff cock against her, right?"
"Don't make it sound so awful!"
Leon protested, but the dorm head just shrugged.
"But that's what happened, isn't it~?"
She let out a sigh, then propped her cheek on one hand atop the desk.
The white-and-blue blazer uniform suited her perfectly. She had a cute vibe, with short brown hair that matched her energetic personality.
They'd known each other since before she entered the academy, so they were on pretty casual terms.
Her only flaw was being a tad too mischievous at times, but at heart, she was a frank, helpful senior.
"You do realize your position, right~? You're already labeled a dropout, so one little screw-up and you're out on your ass~yo."
"So if I wasn't a dropout, causing trouble wouldn't get me expelled...?"
"Duh, obviously. Someone like me—a model student—would get leniency for good behavior~."
"You really just say that out loud?"
"Joking aside, if you were someone like Estelle Elmidgit—a duke's daughter—yeah, special treatment's on the table. But you're just the son of a one-off knight, not even real nobility."
Leon winced; she'd hit a sore spot.
Almost every student at Aresford Imperial Defense Academy came from noble stock.
Leon felt like a fish out of water.
Friendly folks like this dorm head were rare exceptions; pretty much everyone else looked down on him.
And on top of that, his skill was the absolute worst.
Leon shoved the grim thoughts aside.
Right now, his own fate mattered more.
"So, what's my punishment gonna be?"
"Well, you two running into each other was her fault for mixing up the bath schedules. Not on you."
The dorm head had apparently been passing by the baths when she heard Estelle's scream and rushed in to play peacemaker.
Leon had been in the right all along; Estelle was the one who'd gotten the times wrong.
In that sense, she was the one at fault.
"So I'm off the hook, then...?"
"That depends on Estelle-chan, I guess~."
A knock echoed through the room, and Estelle Elmidgit stepped inside.
She wore the same white-and-blue blazer uniform.
Leon couldn't help but flash back to her naked body from moments ago, the image overlapping with the girl before him now.
Even clothed, Estelle's killer figure was impossible to miss.
She spotted Leon and made no effort to hide her disgust.
"Why is this criminal still in here, Dorm Head?"
"Gotta hear both sides before deciding on punishment~."
The dorm head flashed a bright smile.
The academy's student autonomy was ironclad.
For minor infractions, the dorm councils—made up entirely of students—handled judgments.
And this breezy girl held the top spot in theirs.
The dorm head gave Leon a look that said your turn.
"I'm no criminal."
Leon said it mildly, but Estelle's face soured instantly.
"After kneading my breasts like dough, you have the nerve to say that!?"
"I do feel bad, but it was an accident. For starters, you mixed up the bath times, didn't you, Elmidgit-san?"
"That doesn't give you the right to assault the girl who happened to be there!"
"I had no such intention."
"Liar! You were planning to use that filthy skill of yours."
Estelle glared at him with utter contempt.
Leon just shrugged.
Every Guardian had a unique skill.
Things like "Heal," which mended wounds in an instant, or "Flame Guard," which summoned walls of fire...
But Leon's skill was... different.
The dorm head crossed her arms.
"Estelle-san, you're talking about Leon-kun's Absolute Command, right? But skills are gifts from the gods to us Guardians. You can't just trash someone else's~."
"I-I know that, but... a skill that brainwashes girls and forces them to obey? That's beyond outrageous!"
Estelle flushed red with indignation.
Indeed.
Leon's Absolute Command was a skill straight out of a nightmare.
It enslaved women through bodily fluids, bending them to his will with magic.
And it siphoned their mana to boost his own power.
Through no fault of his own, Leon was despised by all.
An incompetent wretch with a vile skill.
The dropout of the Golden Lion Dormitory.
This haughty beauty will soon degenerate into a slave who can think of nothing but servicing the protagonist's cock...!
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