A Former Child Soldier Who Uses a Magic Sword Wants to Live with an Older Sister of a Former Enemy Executive - Chapter 114

• Chapter 114 : The magic swordswoman of the Magic Academy, Deirdre Fratel.

The schoolyard.

The stillness without even a single blade of grass stirring under the windless sky made this already vast place feel even more expansive.

Amid this silence, only the sound of Seto and Nashia’s footsteps and breathing echoed in their ears.

Wiping the sweat from her brow with her arm, Nashia walked toward a large tree at the far end of the grounds.

[Is that Deirdre person supposed to be by that tree?] (Seto)

[Yeah, probably.] (Nashia)

[How do you know?] (Seto)

[If she’s not in the student council room or the classroom, she’s usually either at the training area or by that tree… Oh, bingo! See that silhouette?] (Nashia)

Pointing with her finger, Nashia revealed the figure of a tall female student leaning against the tree.

The interplay of sunlight filtering through the branches illuminated her long hair, which reached down to her waist, and highlighted her uniform, further enhancing the dignified aura befitting someone of high status.

[Vice President!] (Nashia)

At Nashia’s call, Deirdre turned gently to face them.

She was none other than the vice president of the student council, Deirdre Fratel, the exceptional person Ciface had mentioned.

From behind Nashia, Seto narrowed his eyes against the sunlight as he observed her.

Her hair, characterized by a gradient of light purple and sky blue, was elegantly styled with small vertical curls at the sides near her temples.

Her sculpted white skin and well-defined facial features exuded an ethereal beauty, yet retained a dignified air befitting a mage.

However, her gaze was as sharp as a drawn blade, with a piercing glint in her deep blue eyes that carried a hidden thorn-like intensity.

At first glance, one might wonder if she was in a foul mood.

Despite her intimidating aura, Nashia approached her with a smile.

[Vice President, it’s time for your duties.] (Nashia)

[Very well. I’ll be there shortly. Thank you for telling m??…] (Deirdre)

At that moment, Deirdre’s gaze met Seto’s over Nashia’s shoulder.

Her already sharp eyes became even more intense, as though she were glaring daggers at him.

Seto, however, quickly understood the reason behind that powerful stare.

So that’s how it is… She’s a magic sword wielder too. (Seto)

The person Ciface had mentioned was a magic sword wielder attending the academy — someone, like Seto, who had demonstrated aptitude for wielding a magic sword at a young age.

In truth, the age at which one’s aptitude for a magic sword was confirmed varied from person to person.

Those people would suddenly become aware of it as a sensation one day without warning. Afterward, they might receive a magic sword from someone or, like Gravis, have to search for one themselves.

As if guided by fate, magic swords eventually found their destined wielder.

Aptitude for wielding a magic sword typically manifested around the age of fifteen for early bloomers.

Even that was considered rare, but for someone like Seto, who showed that aptitude before even reaching his teenage years, it was practically unheard of — a true exception.

Taking all this into account, it was clear that Ciface harbored some strong feelings about magic swordsmen’s aptitude for magic swords.

However, for now, Seto’s focus wasn’t on Ciface but rather on Deirdre.

Though she had been staring intently at Seto, she soon shifted her gaze back to Nashia.

[Uh, Vice President?] (Nashia)

[…I’ll be there shortly. Please go ahead without me.] (Deirdre)

[Understood. Let’s go, Seto-kun.] (Nashia)

[…Yeah.] (Seto)

The two of them turned on their heels and made their way back to the student council room.

All the while, Deirdre continued to watch them from behind — particularly keeping her gaze fixed on Seto.

The boy could sense it clearly.

There was no particular hostility in that gaze, but it was the most persistent and piercing stare he’d ever encountered.

It felt as though something was watching from the depths of a pitch-black swamp.

Even if he wanted to turn around, he couldn’t.

This was the first time Seto had ever experienced anything like it.

Is she staring at me just because I’m a magic swordsman? But it’s strange that she hasn’t taken any action. Well, I guess it’s better than causing a commotion. (Seto)

Seto picked up his pace, jogging to catch up with Nashia, who was ahead of him.

Just before entering the school building, he glanced back toward the tree — but Deirdre was already gone.

Curiously, when they arrived at the student council room, she was already seated at her desk, diligently working through a stack of documents as if she had been there the entire time.

The sign on her desk read “Vice President,” and she processed each document with swift, practiced efficiency.

[V-Vice President! You’re as fast as ever…] (Nashia)

[It’s nothing.] (Deirdre)

[Haha! If only I could be as quick as you, Deirdre!] (Ogma)

No, ‘fast’ doesn’t even begin to cover it…! Was that some kind of teleportation? (Seto)

It seemed that here at the prestigious magic academy, the students’ abilities truly transcended the norm.

And regarding magic swordsmen, their powers were likely even more extraordinary.

As Seto mulled over these thoughts, a few student council members who had already arrived approached him.

[Oh? Who’s this boy?] (Student A)

[Wait, is he Nashia’s bodyguard, the one Prez mentioned earlier?] (Student B)

[Whoa, amazing! He really is a kid! Hey, he looks kinda cute too.]  (Student C)

[W-Wha… Huh?] (Seto)

Seto faltered under the sudden barrage of curious stares, especially from the female students who leaned in close, their warm breaths brushing against him.

[C-Cut it out, everyone! You’re making Seto-kun uncomfortable!] (Nashia)

[Oh, come on, just for a bit~. Hey, Seto-kun, how old are you? I think you’re around the same age as my little brother.] (Student A)

[Uh, well, I…] (Seto)

[So, what’s your relationship with Nashia-san? Are you just her bodyguard? Or maybe…?] (Student B)

[It’s nothing like that!] (Nashia)

Nashia shouted, her face flushed red.

Her outburst drew laughter from the student council members — everyone except one person.

[You all seem to be having a grand time. But as far as I recall, we were starting to work on our duties as the student council; weren’t we?] (Deirdre)

Deirdre’s cold, weighty voice cut through the room as she glared at the group.

A vein bulged visibly on her forehead and hand, and it looked like she was about to crush her pen.

Startled by her intimidating presence, the group hurriedly scrambled back to their tasks.

Ogma sighed in exasperation, trying to calm the situation, but Deirdre wasn’t listening.

In fact, her irritation had now turned toward Seto as well.

[Seto, was it? Not only are you clearly not a student, but you’re also not a distinguished guest. You’re nothing more than a mere bodyguard. Why are you still here?] (Deirdre)

[Oh, my bad. I was just about to—] (Seto)

Before Seto could finish, Deirdre picked up a flexible teaching pointer from her desk and struck the edge of the desk with a sharp crack.

[…”My bad”? It seems you do not understand how to properly address a noble.] (Deirdre)

Deirdre slowly stood up, her imposing presence making the air tense. Ogma and Nashia hurried to stop her.

[Hey, what are you going to do to him, Deirdre?!] (Ogma)

[V-Vice President! Please, I’m sorry! Seto-kun didn’t mean to—] (Nashia)

[Nashia, isn’t this boy your bodyguard? Is it not your responsibility to ensure his proper conduct? Before being a member of the student council, you are a member of the distinguished and noble Cryfano family. You should therefore carry yourself with the dignity and authority befitting your station when dealing with your subordinates!] (Deirdre)

[Wait, Deirdre. I’m the one who gave him permission. I told him it was okay to speak casually with us. …But seriously, what’s wrong with you? Why are you so on edge? What did Seto even do?] (Ogma)

[…! N-Nothing in particular. I simply found this boy’s attitude to be far too disrespectful and thought it necessary to discipline him accordingly. Correcting the shortcomings of those beneath us is a noble’s duty, after all.] (Deirdre)

[And you were going to do that by hitting him?] (Ogma)

[You’re far too lenient. You’ve always lacked proper awareness of what it means to be born into nobility.] (Deirdre)

[That has nothing to do with this right now!] (Ogma)

[P-Please, stop already!] (Nashia)

As the tension thickened in the student council room, Nashia’s eyes gradually filled with tears.

Blaming herself for the situation, she trembled with guilt, unsure of what to do.

Seto realized that to defuse the situation, he needed to leave.

He couldn’t bear causing any more trouble for Nashia.

[You’re right. I’m just a bodyguard, not a member of the student council. Staying any longer would be pointless.] (Seto)

[Seto-kun…] (Nashia)

[I’ll wait outside. That’s probably for the best.] (Seto)

[Hold it! This conversation isn’t over yet. …I said wait!] (Deirdre)

Ignoring Deirdre’s protests, Seto briskly left the student council room.

Seeing Deirdre’s reaction, driven by her high pride as a noble, Seto once again realized just how fortunate he was.

I guess that’s just normal behavior for nobles, huh? (Seto)

He made his way to the courtyard a bit further from the student council room and basked in the sunlight for a moment, hoping to clear his mind.

[Oh? My oh my! What a coincidence, Seto-kun.] (Ciface)

[You’re… Prof. Ciface?] (Seto)

[Fufufu, you don’t have to call me “Prof.”… Just “Ciface” is perfectly fine.] (Ciface)

[…Alright.] (Seto)

The man’s peculiar armor gleamed as he slowly moved to stand beside Seto.

The previously still vibe in the air suddenly grew heavy.

Though Seto didn’t particularly dislike him, much like Deirdre, Ciface had an unsettling gaze that was difficult to ignore.

[I was going out for a stroll and coincidentally happened to spot you. …Or rather, let me correct that. This is no mere coincidence. This is fate.] (Ciface)

[Isn’t it a bit over-dramatic to call it “fate”?] (Seto)

[Nay, this is fate. Without a shred of doubt.] (Ciface)

[And, uh… What exactly makes this fate?] (Seto)

[The fact that you and I met on this planet.] (Ciface)

[…I see.] (Seto)

Seto decided not to dwell on it further.

Still, encountering Ciface here might actually be a stroke of luck.

He shared the recent events involving Deirdre, describing her demeanor and their tense interaction. Given Shiface’s interest in notable individuals, Seto expected some reaction — And he wasn’t disappointed.

[I see, I see… So you spoke with her. Hmm, but her reaction was unexpected.] (Ciface)

[Unexpected? What do you mean?] (Seto)

[…Would you like to know?] (Ciface)

It seemed there was indeed a reason behind Deirdre’s high-handed attitude toward Seto — something rooted in her past.

I’m not comfortable prying into someone’s history without reason… But as a fellow magic swordsman, I can’t help but be curious. (Seto)

Guided by Ciface, Seto followed him to his research lab.

There, Seto was about to uncover a shocking truth.