Noelle's Misunderstanding, Shameless Wretches?

"Vanessa, you're trying to silence us forever!"

"Who are you calling 'Vanessa'?"

At Vanessa's shout, everyone around her immediately descended into chaos.

Just moments ago, they had thought Vanessa was deliberately trying to scare them. Only now did they realize that her Thread Magic had truly gone a little out of control.

Everyone hurriedly made their move, fending off the flying threads.

Yet the threads, which usually looked too fragile to withstand even a breeze, now revealed an unparalleled sharpness.

For a moment, everyone was left scrambling.

Finral in particular.

Because of Yami earlier, he had used up too much magic power. Trying to defend himself now was simply beyond him. Left with no choice, he could only barely cast his Spatial Magic and hide inside it.

Miserable cries immediately rang out all around them.

Even as Finral hid himself away, he did not forget to shout:

"Vanessa! You know me! Spare me! My magic power is really too weak!"

Meanwhile, Magna scratched his head, gripping a baseball bat as he continuously blasted fireballs at the threads.

The instant the fireballs struck the threads, they burned through them and severed them.

But in the next moment, more threads swiftly replaced them and continued their pursuit.

Magna's expression, like that of a wind-up toy, froze. Then, with a thud, he dropped to his knees.

"Vanessa! You know me!"

"When I make a move, it's always a killing technique! Don't force me!"

He spoke the fiercest words, yet his posture was cowardly to the extreme. Magna kneeling with his backside raised was honestly rather hilarious.

Nearby, Charmy was still stuffing little cakes into her mouth.

As she chewed, she mumbled indistinctly:

"Vanessa, we're good sisters. You know me."

"I'm just a foodie. I can't fight."

Vanessa fell silent at once.

But the threads before her would not obey her at all.

She was anxious and flustered, unable even to retract her Thread Magic.

Just then, Asta suddenly roared:

"I'll help you!"

His black five-leaf Grimoire slowly floated into the air.

Asta drew a massive black sword from it, its blade radiating a faint glow of intertwined black and red.

The moment the threads collided with the blade, they instantly scattered.

Asta proudly hoisted the enormous sword, wide enough to be a door panel, onto his shoulder and shouted:

"This anti-magic weapon really is useful."

"Vanessa!"

"I'll protect you from now on!!"

But his cool moment did not even last two seconds.

Though Asta had cut through some of the threads, even more came flooding toward him from all directions.

Before long, Asta had been tied into a human-shaped rice dumpling.

For a moment, Carl did not know what to say as he watched this unfold.

Vanessa's situation was indeed strange. However, Carl had also noticed something unexpected.

When those red threads approached him, they gently curled around his body as though kittens encountering their owner.

Not only did they show no aggression, they were exceptionally docile.

One could even say that as long as Carl wanted to grab them, the threads would actively cooperate.

Even Carl himself was rather surprised by this.

He looked down at the little red kitten mark on the back of his hand, then at Vanessa, whose cheeks were also faintly flushed, and a smile involuntarily appeared at the corner of his lips.

"Looks like... there really may be some inexplicable connection between us."

At Carl's words, Vanessa's face immediately turned even redder.

Carl then reached out and grabbed the entire clump of red threads before him.

The threads that had been dancing through the air like blades seemed to have found their anchor at that moment.

They swiftly gathered into Carl's hand.

The sharp, fine threads continuously intertwined before finally all falling into Carl's palm.

Naturally, their other end was still connected to the witch Vanessa's hand.

The instant the threads took shape, both of them shuddered almost simultaneously.

[Host has activated short-term mission 6: Vanessa's Fate Red Thread

Help Vanessa awaken Fate Magic. Reward: 3,000 golden vitality.]

Carl looked at Vanessa, his eyes carrying an indescribable emotion.

Vanessa, meanwhile, was completely at a loss.

The instant the threads came into contact, she even felt that, in that brief moment, their minds had somehow formed a faint connection.

She could sense that Carl found this matter rather strange.

But what embarrassed her most was that, the instant they connected, the thought in her mind had actually been:

Carl... has a male dog waist too?

And why could he tame her threads?

Didn't that indirectly mean... he could tame her too?

Every one of those thoughts flooded into Carl's mind without exception.

At that moment, Carl's gaze toward Vanessa became increasingly strange.

Vanessa did not even dare raise her head. She could only silently pray that he had not heard those thoughts just now.

Yet the more she acted that way, the more complicated Carl's expression became.

What exactly was wrong with this beautiful witch who loved to drink?

And this Thread Magic... really was far too bizarre.

Vanessa gathered her courage, lifted her head, and said softly:

"Um... could you return my threads to me?"

Only then did Carl release his grip. The threads dissipated once more, and the magic gradually calmed down.

Yet even so, it seemed that an indescribable connection had formed between Vanessa and Carl.

That feeling was even continuously deepening.

Vanessa did not dare think even a single deeper thought, afraid that Carl might truly hear her inner voice.

At that moment, Carl was in much the same state.

This feeling was simply too strange.

If this continued, wouldn't all of Vanessa's secrets be exposed before him?

The more Carl thought about it, the more awkward he felt. He could only force himself to rein in his emotions.

The doors to the Black Bulls' hall were suddenly pushed open.

A beautiful girl with long silver-white hair walked in.

Her expression was proud, her gaze cold.

At the same time, Yami, who had just come out of the restroom, finally swaggered in with a relaxed expression.

He raised his eyelids and looked at the newcomer.

"Oh, you're here."

"Let me introduce her to everyone."

"This is Noelle, a young lady of the Silva family."

"She is also the younger sister of the captain of the Silver Eagles."

Everyone was immediately stunned.

No way?

Why would the younger sister of the Silver Eagles' captain come to the most unpopular squad, the Black Bulls?

For a moment, everyone's gazes fell squarely upon Noelle.

Noelle stiffened under their stares.

But when her gaze landed on Carl and Vanessa, her expression instantly changed.

"Y-you two!"

"You shameless man and woman!"

"What are you doing in broad daylight? This is utterly indecent!"

The moment those words left her mouth, everyone present was dumbfounded.

At that moment, Vanessa and Carl were standing together. They had been rather close just now, and for some reason, red threads had once again emerged from Carl's cloak.

Those threads were tangled together with Vanessa's red skirt.

Looking at the mark on Carl's wine-red cloak, Vanessa finally understood everything.

So...

The half of the cloak she had torn away back then was on Carl.

Moreover, Carl's cloak itself was extremely strange. Not only did it bear the emblem of the Black Bulls, it also carried the crest of the Blue Rose Knights.

Everyone knew that the Blue Rose Knights were an all-female order of knights.

Every one of them had a fiery temper.

Their captain, Charlotte, was famously cold and tsundere, like a queen.

How could someone like her possibly allow a man to join her knight squad?

Yet the emblem before them had already proven everything.

Vanessa had not even had time to ask about it.

The cloak and skirt tangled between her and Carl had already left both of them flustered.

Vanessa hurriedly waved her hands in explanation.

"No, no!"

"My threads... really seem a little out of control!"

"What is going on with my magic?"

Her face was full of embarrassment.

The two stood there, trying to separate their clothes from each other.

But in Noelle's eyes, having just entered through the door, the scene took on a completely different meaning.

To her, Vanessa was shamelessly lifting her skirt, exposing those ridiculously long legs, and actively seducing him.

Carl was even more shameless, praising her from time to time and occasionally reaching out to touch her. Having received the orthodox royal education of her older brother since childhood, Noelle had never seen such an explosive scene.

Almost instantly, she saw red.

"You two shameless wretches—!"

"Stop it right now!!!"