“Fufu, after seeing each other naked in the morning and sharing such a passionate embrace, don’t you think we’re a couple guided by fate?”
Nah, not really… Or should I reconsider? Whatever. Focus on training first!
“Entertain me for a bit. You’ve wasted enough of my time. I need to make up for my training.”
“Fufu, your cold logic is charming too♪”
“Charming”? Has anyone ever confessed this bluntly? Whatever.
“Let’s fight!!”
Whoa, she’s fast—Arthur-tier. Great training, but too many questions!
Focus, damn it! PUNCH!
Oh? Finally locking in!
“Yes, yes, of course♪ Your fiery fists have awakened me, Dear Fei♪ My apologies, Dear Fei. Please forgive this shameless woman who dared to think of anything but you in your presence♪”
…Not mad. Just weird how she sounds obsessed. Focus!
“I don’t care about that. Just come at me already.”
“Fufu, Dear Fei, I adore you♪”
(Huh? Wait… is this… an actual confession…? Stay calm. As the protagonist, I need to think logically.)
Morning nudity event… She keeps saying she likes me, adores me, hugging me… Is this girl seriously into me…? If she likes me… does that mean she’s a heroine?
B-but wasn’t Maria supposed to…? Huh? I was sure it was Maria…
F-focus! We’re in the middle of training! Gotta fight prope—WHOA SHE’S SO FAST!!
I got sent flying dozens of meters.
No matter how much I think about it, I can’t figure it out… Just fight. That’s all I can do right now. If I focus completely on this serious battle with Mordred, if I just push forward through what’s right in front of me… then maybe I’ll reach some kind of answer.
Alright… Let’s do this. This thing between us called combat…
Damn… I’m getting wrecked… Honestly, I’m getting beaten worse than by Arthur ever did. Mordred is broken in ways even Arthur isn’t.
She has no concept of “this might break bones” or “don’t make them bleed too much.”
None of those normal human restraints. But… this is what real training should be. Normally, I’d be crying tears of joy for this kind of treatment. I’d be begging for more. But right now, I can’t even focus on that.
Because… Mordred might actually…
No way… Could it be…? A theory forms in my mind.
The “Violent Heroine” Mordred Hypothesis.
Even as I’m getting pummeled, my thoughts are completely consumed by Mordred.
Yeah… There are heroines whose love language is violence. Mordred’s weird though – she can express affection verbally but chooses violence instead. Well… whatever, we’re training right now?
Can’t dismiss diversity, after all.
But violent heroines… they got a lot of backlash in my past life’s era especially.
Back then, it was standard for heroines to knee the protagonist on their first meeting, electrocute them, or smash them with hammers labeled “100-ton.”
Hmm… What to think? This is tricky. If Round Table Heroic Chronicles had been made in my era, she’d definitely get relegated to losing heroine status to appease fans and mainstream tastes.
Yeah… better not jump to conclusions here.
Fei’s injuries were completely healed by Mordred’s potion. However, Fei remained unconscious in his usual stable state of being knocked out.
“Hey… don’t you think you went a bit too far?”
Mordred sat on a wooden bench near their training area with Fei’s head resting on her lap, his body stretched across the bench.
Alicia sat beside her on the other side with a solemn expression.
“This is just right for Dear Fei. If anything, I suspect he finds it insufficient.”
“W-wait, really?”
“Indeed. This is Dear Fei we’re talking about… A man who constantly seeks greater heights… I’m certain he prefers it far more intense.”
“W-wow, s-so he likes it rough?”
“Yes, naturally… By the way… who are you again?”
“What?! Me! We met yesterday!!”
“……???????”
“No no no! Don’t forget a beauty like me! And you can’t forget someone whose life you saved yesterday! I’m the one you rescued!”
“……Ahh, yes yes. Now that you mention it, you were there. Unconscious… Dear Fei just made such a strong impression that I forgot about you♪ You’re rather… faint in comparison, my apologies♪”
“That’s—so—rude! ‘Faint’?! I have a proper name—Alicia!”
“Ahh, yes yes. I remember now, Miss Ali-something♪”
“Alicia! Not ‘Ali-something’!”
Alicia keeps stubbornly repeating her name to Mordred, growing increasingly frustrated when it doesn’t stick. Her face turns bright red with anger, but Mordred ignores her, busy stroking Fei’s cheek and playing with his hair.
“Hey… why do you like that guy so much anyway?”
“Let me ask you… What color does my hair appear to you?”
“Huh…? Well, gold, same as mine?”
“To me… it looks gray. Oh, I know it’s gold. But everything feels the same. I can’t feel things… or empathize with anything… Except in battle.”
“Except in battle?”
“Red. The only color I can feel is the deep crimson of blood. I want to laugh while bathing in it. Like ordinary people do, I too wanted to share laughter in bloody battles… or so I thought.”
“……”
“But… no such person exists. Well, it doesn’t matter as long as I enjoy myself. It doesn’t trouble me, nor do I feel lonely. However… when I first met Dear Fei, he was laughing from the very depths of his heart♪ The joy I felt in that moment was beyond measure♪”
“I… see…”
“Yes, it made me so happy. When Dear Fei stabbed a sword into his own stomach, gushed blood everywhere, and then headbutted me—he was magnificent♪”
“……”
(So he’s always been that much of a monster… That’s actually reassuring.)
As Alicia spoke with Mordred, Fei finally opened his eyes.
“Good morning, Dear Fei.”
“……”
“Ignoring me? That’s perfectly fine… More importantly, Dear Fei, I’ve been thinking♪ You still seem to have plenty of room to grow mentally… You’re going to become even stronger from now on♪”
“Obviously.”
“So, Dear Fei… won’t you become my disciple? I’m certain you’ll grow stronger at an incomparable pace♪”
Staring intently at Fei’s face, she reached out, almost pleadingly, and touched his cheek.
“No. As I’ve said before… my master… is one and only.”
“…Hmph. Dear Fei, you have terrible taste in women.”
“……”
Mordred turned away, sulking. It might have been the closest she had ever come to feeling something like jealousy.
“Where… are you going?”
“To where I must go to seek strength.”
Fei walked away without even glancing at Mordred. She wore a lonely expression, tasting the bitterness of rejection—Alicia saw it.
“Aren’t you going after him?”
“…No. I’d like to be alone for a while… You should go if you want.”
“Alright… See you later.”
Alicia left Mordred behind and walked away. She had a feeling they wouldn’t meet again for some time.
(If she got rejected, she probably won’t recover for a while… It’s understandable, given how deeply she was into him… Best to leave her alone for now.)
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Fei and Alicia were heading toward the dungeon. To be precise, Alicia had simply decided to follow Fei on her own…
As they walked, a pair of obvious thugs accosted them.
“Hey there, pretty lady and cool guy… Wanna hang with us for a bit?”
“You’re newbies, right? There’s a casino in this city only the locals know about—wanna check it out? Bet your boyfriend here wants to show off a little too, yeah?”
The two sleazy-looking men weren’t just targeting Alicia—they were also talking to Fei, which suggested this wasn’t just a casual pickup attempt.
“Who the hell are you? You’re in the way.”
“Oho, feisty. A girl like you could earn some serious pocket money.”
“…How suspicious.”
“Relax, relax. Just a quick game at that bar over there?”
Fei looked utterly disinterested, but he stopped walking and listened. He suspected this might be an event meant for him.
But it wasn’t. This was Alicia’s event. Under normal circumstances, this would happen on the second day—she’d suffer at Kyle’s hands, be saved from death by Mordred, and then be picked up by Rhine.
After being taken in by Rhine, she’d spend the night mentally broken. Rhine would comfort her, and her sister Barbara would embrace her, but the wounds in her heart wouldn’t heal. She’d wander the free city alone, her steps unsteady.
Without even saying goodbye to Rhine, she’d leave and get lost. That’s when these two thugs would approach her with their gambling offer. Too drained to refuse, she’d end up in a nearby bar playing their rigged game.
Cheated out of everything, she’d lose all her money and weapons, left penniless. Then, Rhine would appear, expose the scam, and recover her belongings.
Out of gratitude, she’d slowly begin to notice Rhine. She’d cry, cling to him, punch him while sobbing “Why didn’t you save me sooner?”, then cry again and thank him—that was supposed to be the event.
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