Young Man, I Was Careless and Didn't Dodge...

At Noelle's words, everyone looked at each other, then almost simultaneously turned to look at Vanessa nearby.

Vanessa's face instantly flushed bright red.

What nonsense was this newly arrived Noelle spouting?

Clearly, it was Vanessa's Thread Magic that had gone out of control. How had it become her being shameless?

Vanessa's face was crimson, her endless embarrassment mingled with a trace of anger.

Yet the more flustered she became, the more uncontrollable her Thread Magic seemed to grow.

In a short time, red threads continuously entwined, making the connection between her and Carl increasingly intimate.

By now, her long dress was practically sewn to Carl's cloak.

As everyone knew, a cloak was worn over one's shoulders.

But Vanessa's red skirt had been hitched up so high.

From everyone's angle, Vanessa looked somewhat... "shameless."

That very sight left Vanessa embarrassed beyond words.

A moment later, her magic power completely went wild.

The next instant, red threads tangled madly, pinning Vanessa directly against Carl.

From afar, it looked as though Vanessa had leaped up and latched herself onto Carl.

An utterly alluring sight.

Like an ornament hanging from him, Vanessa possessed both breathtaking beauty and a stunning figure.

Being forcibly pressed into Carl's arms naturally left him somewhat dazed by the squeeze.

But Carl naturally had no intention of rejecting such a "good thing."

For some unknown reason—perhaps because of that inexplicably appearing red kitten mark—the state between him and Vanessa had become extremely unusual.

The instant Vanessa clung to him, her shy emotions began continuously flooding Carl's mind.

And all that embarrassment actually transformed into favorability.

As the favorability value in his mind kept climbing, Carl truly experienced a rather intense mix of sensations.

"Congratulations, Host. You have gained Vanessa's favorability +50.

Congratulations, Host. You have gained Vanessa's favorability +75.

Congratulations, Host. You have gained Vanessa's favorability +80."

The wildly soaring favorability, like an escalating heartbeat monitor, sent Carl's heart rate shooting up as well.

But Vanessa was holding him far too tightly.

Those red threads seemed alive as they kept twisting around each other, even pinning Vanessa tightly against Carl.

Carl was genuinely struggling to breathe.

All he could do was inwardly marvel at just how impressive Vanessa's assets were.

He even suspected that this "face-washing" experience might drown him on the spot.

Thinking of that, Carl immediately felt awkward.

He could only keep reminding himself:

Look, but don't touch. Don't react. Absolutely don't react.

What if Vanessa feels it? Wouldn't that be social death on the spot?

However, he seemed to have forgotten something.

At the moment the red kitten mark had pulsed earlier, he and Vanessa had already formed some kind of mental connection.

Vanessa's face was now frighteningly red.

She could hear every single thought in Carl's heart with perfect clarity.

Although she did not understand what Carl's earlier thoughts about "gratitude" had meant,

she understood the latter part perfectly well.

Vanessa was truly embarrassed to the extreme.

Her heart was a complete mess, filled with panic.

Even she had to admit that being pressed against Carl like this was indeed rather awkward, even a little shameless.

Yet she could also clearly feel Carl's sharply defined abdominal muscles.

Actually, if she could keep hugging him like this, it did not seem like such a bad choice.

Vanessa could not help but have that thought.

Meanwhile, Carl completely froze.

He had never expected Vanessa to be thinking such things. The atmosphere between them instantly became extraordinarily strange.

Fortunately, Vanessa finally realized they were in public.

She hurriedly tried to calm herself down, forcibly controlling her magic power in an attempt to make the red threads disappear.

Only after a long while did the red threads around them finally snap apart completely.

The connection was severed.

Vanessa immediately put on a lazy, unconcerned expression.

Yet beneath that nonchalance still hid a few traces of irresistible charm.

Meanwhile, Noelle had long since reached the limit of her patience.

In her eyes, Carl was nothing but a complete lecherous pervert.

Why was it that everywhere she went, she encountered scum like this? Her brothers had done everything they could to suppress and humiliate her. And now, her beloved eldest brother had exiled her to the Black Bulls, the Magic Knights squad with the worst reputation and supposedly the most problems.

Yet the moment she entered, she saw such an obscene scene.

She was truly miserable!

And this guy named Carl was absolutely infuriating!

In an instant, an incomparably intense magical glow surged from Noelle's hand.

The terrifying density and enormous quantity of magic power instantly drew the attention of everyone in the Black Bulls' headquarters.

As expected of the Silva family's direct daughter.

A magic reserve of this level was simply terrifying.

A massive water sphere continuously gathered and compressed.

Before long, a huge, rapidly spinning magical water sphere formed in Noelle's hand.

This was the "Water Cannon" of Water Creation Magic.

Once fired, the highly compressed water-attribute magic power would strike like a cannonball, causing terrifying destruction.

Noelle was clearly genuinely furious now.

Although no one quite understood why it was any of her business even if something really was going on between Carl and Vanessa, the magic power Noelle displayed truly shocked them all.

She had only just joined the squad, yet she was already attacking.

This young lady's temper truly lived up to its reputation.

At the same time, everyone felt a trace of anticipation.

They also wanted to see just how strong Carl really was.

After all, from Captain Yami's attitude toward Carl, it was obvious this guy was no easy target.

However.

Noelle's Water Cannon had only just been fired.

When it suddenly made an extremely bizarre turn in front of Carl.

Then, it actually veered off course and slammed viciously into Magna.

Magna had no time to react and was instantly knocked to the ground.

His magic reserve had never been particularly high.

Although he was an old member of the Black Bulls, he was still turned into a drenched rat without any chance to prepare.

If not for his decent magic resistance, that blow would likely have injured him.

Magna scrambled to his feet in a sorry state, pointing at Noelle in the distance with an angry expression.

"What kind of young lady tantrum are you throwing?"

"You were clearly aiming for Carl, so why did you suddenly attack me?!"

"I was careless. I didn't dodge!"

"You young people are simply shameless!"

Magna wore a resentful, disgusted expression.

When Noelle saw this, her expression immediately stiffened, as if she had recalled some unpleasant memories.

The next moment, she yanked off the Black Bulls cloak she was wearing.

And threw it viciously onto the ground.

"I don't want to stay in this awful place!"

"What kind of people are you?!"

Leaving those words behind, Noelle turned around angrily and ran outside.

She left only the people in the squad hall staring at one another.

A black headband pressed down Asta's white hair.

An Anti-Bird slowly flew out and drifted past above his head.

Everyone could practically imagine the string of black dots trailing behind that bird.

For a moment, the atmosphere became strange beyond belief.

Yami rubbed his head, looking troubled.

"That Silva guy said he was doing me a favor."

"His little sister really does have some issues."

As he spoke, Yami suddenly burst out laughing, looking utterly unconcerned.

"But that's normal."

"What normal person would come to the Black Bulls?"

"This place was a gathering ground for problem cases from the start."

"I, Yami, really wouldn't want to stuff a 'normal person' into the Black Bulls."

Listening to Yami mock himself like that, everyone's faces fell completely.

This captain truly did not care about keeping up appearances at all.

Just then.

Yami's gaze landed on Vanessa, who wore a wine-red witch hat and had an incredible figure.

His expression suddenly became somewhat grave.

Then he said something shocking.

"Vanessa."

"I need to talk to you about something."

"But could you... get off Carl first?"