A Mother Who's Still So Young? (5K)

With this thought in mind, he gradually increased the force in his hands, enduring the intense resistance, and exerted his strength little by little.

The sword trembled slightly, but remained standing motionless on the stone platform.

Therefore, Mahiro began to use his magic to enhance his powers.

The holy sword finally showed a slight sign of loosening.

"Mahiro, Masahiro-sama!"

The girls stared intently at the few millimeters that had already moved away from the stone platform.

At the same time, the next second, a massive magical storm suddenly swept through the ancestral hall.

That was the magic of Mahiro.

He used his full strength to pull out the sword.

The demonic power permeating the storm was enough to destroy the entire mountain, so the shrine began to tremble, along with the entire mine.

Rumble!

The enormous roar seemed to come from the distant Earth's core.

And the holy sword in his hand was being pulled out inch by inch.

"Get out here, you son of a bitch!!!"

At the last moment, Mahiro used all his strength to finally pull out the holy sword and point it at the dome.

It was as if to celebrate the birth of the King of Cinder.

The immense magical power burst forth, shattering the dome of the shrine like a torrent, piercing through the mine and reaching the sky!

In an instant, pure white magical light shone across the night sky, covering it and turning the entire sky into a pure white color, just like daytime!

"Ooooooooo!!!"

Such immense magical power left even Alpha and the others speechless, staring at Mahiro at the very center of the light as if he were a god.

Far outside the mine, Cid, dressed in black, also noticed the soaring beam of magical energy.

Joy shone on his face.

In a past life, he had sought the answer to a question—

How can we defend against nuclear weapons?

The answer is simple: just become a nuclear bomb yourself!

And the power that is erupting at this moment is exactly what he has been pursuing!

Although his current total magical power is not bad, and he could even turn himself into a nuclear bomb, it is still far inferior to this power!

"Hmph, no wonder he's my nemesis, even their tastes are the same."

Cid stood proudly atop the mountain peak, arms crossed, a pleased smile curving his lips as the magical winds billowed his slime coat.

He recalled the few girls he had secretly met in the mine.

Looking at their attire and naming conventions, Cid felt that their aesthetic sense was exactly the same as his own!

He even wondered if he should create such an organization himself.

But finding a group of people who can cooperate with you seems quite difficult...

Chapter 191 A Mother of Young Age? (5K)

As the light faded, the holy sword in his hand also calmed down completely.

Saying it has subsided is not quite accurate, because unlike before, the sword has become completely silent.

"Dead?"

Mahiro gazed at the Tet engraved on the sword, which emitted a faint blue light, and couldn't help but think this way.

He had initially been quite interested in this sword that possessed consciousness, but now that consciousness seemed to have completely subsided...

Just as he was thinking this, a bluish-white light suddenly burst forth from the blade of the holy sword.

The light was no longer as sharp as before; instead, it was quite soft.

Then the holy sword slipped from his hand... no, it vanished, turning into countless points of light, like fireflies, quietly clinging to the back of his hand.

It presents a strange pattern formed by two crossed swords.

"..."

What is this thing?

Could the sword shape of this relic be merely a facade?

Actually, it's just an unknown tattoo?

Will this affect my civil service exam...?

He stood there staring at the tattoo on the back of his hand, lost in thought. The Seven Shadows, who had originally intended to offer their congratulations, all stopped in their tracks. When they saw the tattoo on the back of his hand, they exchanged glances and shook their heads.

They didn't know what it was either.

And so, the operation to destroy the cult's stronghold and rescue Claire came to an end. Incidentally, he also gained a tattoo whose purpose he didn't know, which was something to celebrate.

Claire returned home alone at dawn.

Her disappearance for a day and two nights naturally made her parents both worried and happy, fearing that something bad had happened to their precious daughter.

But Claire shook her head and said, "I'm fine, it was the teacher who saved me." Then she put on the black coat and went back to her room.

A person sits in front of a dressing table, gazing at their slightly tired reflection in the mirror.

"The teacher's expectation... to become stronger... Claire, you're really going too far."

Claire muttered to herself, her voice tinged with self-mockery and sneer.

She took out the syringe that Mahiro had given her before she left, and after staring at the metal casing for a moment, she resolutely plunged it into her arm.

The cold medicine transformed into a warm current that gradually flowed through her body...

After that, her family forced her to stay home for a week, citing Claire health.

A week later, they set off for the capital of the Midgar Kingdom.

At that very moment, Mahiro also arrived at the Midgar Magic Swordsman Academy.

"Yes, Yotsuba Clan, I have read your letter of recommendation. You perfectly meet the recruitment standards of our Midgar Magic Swordsman Academy. Welcome to join us."

Inside the vice principal's office.

A middle-aged man sat opposite Mahiro.

His hair, pulled back with a few strands of gray, gave him a slightly aged but kind face, and the black-rimmed glasses he wore softened his features.

Not to mention he speaks with Jiraiya's voice, which inexplicably gives people a natural sense of goodwill.

This man is Lutheran Barnett, the vice-principal of the Midgar Magic Swordsman Academy.

Basically, all matters, big and small, within the academy are managed by Lutheran, and the identity of the academy's dean remains unknown...

Just now, after reading the letter of recommendation from Kagenou Baron House, Lutheran extended his welcoming greetings to him.

Simply put, this is just a formality.

Although a title like Baron isn't very high, it's still considered a noble title. Besides, Claire's entrance exam results are remarkable; she's among the top students in her class.

Is this considered a case of a master gaining status through his apprentice, living off his disciple?

I guess so...

"Congratulations, Yotsuba Clan. From today onwards, we are colleagues."

Just then, the third person present also spoke up.

The person who struck up a conversation with him was a typical anime-style blond man named Jeno Gullif, a teacher at the academy.

The professor's courses were the same as his, teaching students what is known as the Royal Capital Bushin Style, as well as some basic courses. It is said that he is related to the First Princess Alice, Alice created this sword technique, and is the fiancé of the Second Princess Alexia.

But none of that matters. What matters is that this guy's smile is fake.

It made him feel disgusted.

However, adhering to the principle of not hitting a smiling face, he still smiled and nodded.

"Thank you, Professor Gulifei. I hope you will continue to look after me in the future."

"Not at all, Ms. Yotsuba Clan, you're too kind. Just call me Jeno."

Jeno laughed heartily, revealing what he thought was a very cheerful smile.

"Oh right, Yotsuba Clan, you don't know where the teachers' dormitory is, do you? I'll show you."

"Then I'll leave Yotsuba Clan- sensei in your care, Jeno- sensei."

Vice Dean Lutheran agreed with Jeno's suggestion, so he left the academy with Professor Jeno.

Since the Midgar Magic Swordsman Academy does not provide dormitories, both students and teachers basically live outside the academy.

The capital city covers a vast area, so they needed to use transportation.

"Huff, huff, huff, huff!"

"Waaaaah!"

As the wheels moved rhythmically across the metal frame, the whistle blared continuously, and thick black smoke billowed from the chimney at the front of the train, leaving a dark trail in the air.

Meanwhile, the workers in the locomotive were shoveling coal into the boiler.

That's right, trains actually exist in this Japanese fantasy world.

Honestly, the appearance of something like this in this world seems incredibly incongruous, yet strangely reasonable.

Because this world is in the industrial age, an era of rapid technological advancement.

Moreover, the appearance of such technologically advanced transportation in a fantasy world is itself a form of fantasy, isn't it?

At that moment, Mahiro and Jeno were sitting in the VIP carriage of the train.

Unlike the crowded commoner carriages behind, this compartment had its own private space. Mahiro sat on the soft, comfortable seat, resting his chin on his hand, admiring the scenery along the way.

He was also responding to Jeno's casual conversation in a half-hearted manner.

However, these casual conversations were not ordinary; it always felt like they were trying to probe his background.

Furthermore, given that Jeno also held a position with the Diabolos Cult in the original story, he couldn't help but think about it.

Has my identity been exposed?

That doesn't seem right. Every time they operate, they make sure to wipe out all the cult's witnesses.

Not a single piece of information will be leaked.

Just as he was lost in thought, the train slowly pulled into the station and came to a stop as the whistle sounded again.

"Let's go, Ms. Yotsuba Clan, we've arrived."

"Oh."

Mahiro followed Jeno off the train.

This place is only one stop away from the academy, and it's located near the most bustling commercial street in the capital.

A portion of the dormitories for aristocratic students and teachers were located here, and they were all single rooms.

That's wonderful, being an aristocrat and all that.

Zhenxun sighed slightly in his heart.

Unlike the nobles in the Akame ga Kill World, who are driven by primal desires, the nobles in this world seem to be better able to enjoy life.

But just then, a woman brushed past him, and a familiar, faint fragrance lingered in his nostrils, as refreshing as a forest.

At the same time, her flowing, shimmering golden hair also caught his attention.

"... Alpha?"

Although the figure was quite eye-catching, it quickly disappeared into the bustling crowd.