Master, Why Are You So Skilled at This?! / You Already Possess the Glory of Heroes and Warriors

Roy did not know what kind of feelings had driven him to say those words.

Scathach raised an eyebrow, the corners of her eyes carrying both amusement and allure. "...So you've finally voiced your desire, Roy! I've forgotten whether I've said this before, but I probably have."

"Then, before me, has anyone entered your boudoir, Master?"

Roy asked curiously, a faint bitterness welling in his heart. He did not want Scathach to give him the answer he feared hearing. That was probably the longing a man felt for an older girl next door.

"No. Before this, the only warrior I acknowledged was Cú Chulainn. But that mad dog was frightened away by me in the end and fled the Shadow Land like a stray dog..."

How could Scathach fail to see through Roy's thoughts? She felt that Roy really was still a child, so she answered him with a smile.

According to the myths, Cú Chulainn was not exactly a respectable man but a libertine. Even so, his relationship with Scathach truly had been a pure teacher-and-student relationship. That much was certain.

Roy fully understood why Scathach had frightened Cú Chulainn into fleeing the Shadow Land. He even felt the same way himself. When Scathach had trained him mercilessly before, Roy had also wanted to run, but the Shadow Land was now located in the Outer World. Roy could not escape at all and could only endure the beatings here.

"Then, Master, am I a warrior you acknowledge?"

Roy forced down his excitement as he asked.

"I already told you, didn't I? You've become shaped by me. I've trained you into exactly the form I like and desire most."

The instant Scathach finished speaking, Roy rolled over and pressed his palm against her fragrant shoulder, forcing her to the ground.