The Duel Begins!
Aresford Imperial Defense Academy had several duel arenas designated for Guardian students to test their skills against one another.
These arenas were spacious enough for full-scale combat, complete with surrounding spectator seats.
The purpose was to build real battle experience for defending the empire. Other students would observe these fights as well.
This dual approach enhanced their abilities as Guardians, which was why duels were officially permitted.
Leon and Estelle now stood in one such arena.
On one side, the hopeless failure with his vile skill. On the other, the prodigy who had rocketed into the academy's upper sequence ranks right from enrollment.
Not a single spectator doubted Estelle's victory. She was a flashy beauty with her blonde hair and blue eyes, after all—which only made the crowd cheer for her all the more.
(Now, what to do...)
If he won here, things would get noisy around Leon for sure.
His opponent was none other than the saint hailed as the strongest among the freshmen. And if Leon came out on top, he could even make her a target for his Absolute Command skill.
Whether he'd actually turn Estelle into a slave was another matter, but either way, Leon would draw a ton of attention.
Still, he couldn't stay branded a failure forever.
Not if he wanted to achieve his true goal.
Stepping into the arena in his uniform, Leon drew his magic sword.
True to their name, Guardians in this empire channeled magic through swords.
In the past, magic had been cast via wooden staves and lengthy incantations.
That all changed in the last century. Advances in science and technology, the Industrial Revolution, and the world's unification had reshaped magic too.
A special metal called lapis, mined in the eastern colonies, was forged into these magic swords. They handled mana far more efficiently than old wooden staves ever could.
Of course, Estelle wielded one as well.
She strode into the arena in her uniform, her short skirt swaying lightly as she brushed back her golden hair with a flourish.
Her entrance drew a roar of cheers from the packed stands.
Estelle had become the academy's star practically overnight. She had the skills to back it up, and her beauty rivaled the top girls in school.
It would've been weirder if she hadn't blown up in popularity.
Leon, meanwhile, was a total nobody. The few who knew his name despised him solely because of his "Absolute Command" skill.
Estelle smoothly drew her slender magic sword. As befitted a duke's daughter, it was a high-end model with a storied pedigree—the blade gleamed with a beautiful red hue.
She leveled its tip at Leon.
"I'll make you pay for that humiliation the other day."
"Humiliation? You mean the bathhouse thing?"
"Of course!"
"You were completely helpless against me back then, huh?"
"Th-that was a surprise attack! And I didn't have my magic sword! With it, there's no way I'd lose to you!"
"So you're saying you can't beat a guy like me barehanded?"
"...!"
Estelle's face twisted in frustration. Leon had deliberately provoked her to throw off her cool.
He flashed a grin.
"Sorry, but you should be glad it ended like that. If those roughneck guys had shown up, you might've been taken all the way."
"How can you say something so tactless! You would've raped me too if the dorm head hadn't come!"
"Nah, I wouldn't have. If I did..."
Right now, he'd be unleashing his Absolute Command skill left and right.
He'd have violated that resisting girl over and over, forcing her obedience through the skill. She wouldn't be able to rebel, and Leon wouldn't face any charges.
Even without the skill, Leon came from the upper class, if not full nobility. He could've taken a servant girl or a commoner by force without much backlash.
But he'd never done it. That was his promise to his missing sister. "Skills are for helping people," she'd always said—beautiful, powerful, and brimming with justice.
Of course, Estelle knew none of that, and she'd never believe him no matter how many times he explained.
Her eyes blazed with fury.
"I won't forgive you. I'll win and get you expelled."
"Sure. If I lose, I'll leave as promised. But if I win, you'll obey my orders. Don't forget that."
"Of course. If I lose—which I won't—I'll be your slave or whatever. Sure."
Estelle smirked defiantly.
She was utterly convinced of her victory.
For her, this duel offered little upside. Beating a failure like Leon and expelling him wouldn't boost her fame.
But if she lost—even slightly—she'd have to obey him. And that obedience would likely make her a target for his skill, turning her into a slave.
She'd said as much herself; it wasn't hard to imagine.
Still, Estelle had zero intention of losing. She was confident she could crush him.
As one of the strongest freshmen, maybe she had reason to be.
(But I plan to win.)
And once he used Absolute Command on her, Estelle would be his slave.
Leon couldn't help picturing her naked on all fours, kneeling at his feet, gazing up at him with teary eyes.
"M-Master..."
Her huge breasts swaying as she licked his feet eagerly, offering her body without resistance.
That future awaited her.
Leon shook the lewd thoughts from his mind.
He still hadn't decided what he'd do if he won. Absolute Command was undeniably an evil skill. On the flip side, as the dorm head said, he needed to use it to grow stronger.
And this was all with Estelle's consent. Unlike with other girls, he wouldn't feel guilty.
(I'll figure it out after I win.)
Leon aligned his magic sword with the tip of Estelle's.
He took a deep breath.
Just a bit more, and the ero scenes begin...!
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