"Are you going to tell me what you want now or not?"
"I just woke up, and that's the first thing you say?"
"What were you expecting? A good morning or a kiss—is that it? We're past that point."
"Wrong. We've reversed the starting line... And I was expecting a coffee, not anything dramatic like that."
"Then make it yourself."
"... Is that how you treat a guest?"
"Oh, stop being dramatic. You fucked me all night, and now you're making a drama about rummaging through the closets? Unbelievable."
I looked at her with a half-smile, licking my lips without speaking, as I stood up.
"Fine. I understand. I'm not getting coffee in bed, but how about a shower? Are you up for it? Because I am."
I walked past her towards the bathroom I used yesterday. A quick glance at her nightgown, as if to say she looked better without it.
"... You—ah, forget it. You don't want to answer my question, but you want to fuck me?"
"I'll tell you... In the shower. I promise."
"No need to tempt me with that answer, handsome. I was already going."
"You're heavy."
"Is that something you say to a woman, you bastard?!"
"No, but it could be a good excuse to do some cardio, if you know what I mean."
I complained jokingly as she jumped onto my back. Her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. Something warm and damp trickled down my back...
"Ow— haven't you bitten me enough already?"
"You can leave my neck like this, but you want to complain about a few little bites? And no, I haven't had enough of that."
"Fine. Bite as much as you want."
.
.
.
"So you're telling me you don't have an Awakened ID and you need one? How old are you? 20? 22? How can you not have an ID if you're also Awakened?"
It was already past noon, but she questioned me while we were having breakfast... The shower lasted longer than expected.
"Yes... And I'm 18."
She looked at me for a few moments, as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. I chuckled slightly, but it didn't last long with what she said next.
"18?... You're looking pretty worn out, huh? And here I was thinking I'd slept with someone older than me... Or do you guys come out of diapers these days with a face and body like that? Even in that you're a brute."
"If that's the case, what are you? An 80-year-old woman? Damn... you're only two years older than me, and you talk like that... Or did you lie on your ID card?"
"There's no way to fake something like that... And how come you don't have an ID?"
Her irritation only made me smile as I took a big bite of my sandwich, inwardly crying at how stuffed it was.
"I... recently awakened..."
"Oh, if you keep joking, you won't seem so macho anymore, you know?"
"I'm not joking."
I repeated. Still eating the sandwich, so I didn't see her expression, but if I were to imagine it, it would be something between disbelief and shock.
"... You can't be serious... There hasn't been a single case of someone awakening after the age of 15... So you're telling me you're some kind of chosen one, are you? Ridiculous."
I looked at her, finding her expression funny, and then spoke.
"Nah. Far from it... If anyone is a chosen one, it was my grandfather, not me. He simply chose me, a failure, as his heir... So, is it possible to get an ID?"
She remained silent for a long time. She simply stared at me until she asked,
"Who—who is your grandfather?"
"Markus Ivanovic."
There was no reason to hide it. It was a known fact. Of course, the story about stripping Markus Ivanovic's useless grandson—one of the twelve heroes—was well-known.
But the grandson in question?
Nobody knew his name.
A mere extra in his own misery...
Funny. Even in this story, I'm not the focal point, but rather the "useless grandson" whose name nobody knows...
Ridiculous.
So ridiculous that I couldn't help but laugh, startling her a little, thinking about it.
Of course, that wasn't the only reason I told her that. I needed her help, and that factor could make her more proactive, even though it was a gamble.
The chance of her being able to help me was minimal. Whether I liked it or not, she was a Rank D. Maybe I was expecting too much from her, but it didn't hurt to take a chance.
Something allowed me to take such a risk and know that the feeling of being able to trust her, even minimally, wasn't something deceptive.
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Flag Three—Luiza Gomes [Relationship: Sexual partner. Possible romantic relationship]
Name: Luiza Gomes.
Age: 20 years, 7 months, 5 days, 4 hours, and 6 seconds.
Race: Human.
Class: Mage.
Titles: —
Classification: D.
Statistics.
• Strength: 55.
• Stamina/Vitality: 63.
• Resistance: 66.
• Agility: 49.
• Constitution: 50.
• Mana: 87.
Abilities:
• Fire Magic [Rank D].
• Water Magic [Rank E].
• Earth Magic [Rank E].
• Wind Magic [Rank E].
Attributes:
• —
Resistances:
• Magic Resistance [Rank E].
Emotions towards the user:
• Love [47%].
• Lust [88%].
• Corruption [58%].
• Negative feelings [0%].
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I looked at her file a little after my shower. Only then was I sure how to proceed.
And it ended up being a fruitful gamble. It took a few seconds, but she answered, pinching the bridge of her nose with her eyes closed.
"Okay... I think I can fix something. And it's a big maybe... But seriously, are you really the grandson of one of the twelve human heroes? The founder of the Anacron Guild and patriarch of the Ivanovic family?... You're not kidding me, are you?"
Despite trying to look serious, I couldn't. My grandfather really had many titles. So many that it was almost funny to see someone else talking about them.
Especially since I have no idea how great the old man was. Anyway.
"No. I'm not kidding you... Didn't we already play all night and in the shower? Do you want more?"
"I'm not talking about that—wait a minute... You said you're his heir? So, your grandfather died?!"
"You know a person doesn't have to be dead to have an heir, right?"
"... Idiot... And then you say you're not kidding me... I thought the hero Markus had died. What a scare!"
"But he died. It'll probably be announced in a day or two."
"W-what-what?!"
She really was something else. What an exaggerated reaction.
"He died, that's it. Dead. It's over. Gone and won't come back. Old people die like that."
"But—"
"But what? He saved the world fifty years ago. The world is at 'peace' now, and it was simply his time."
I simply shrugged. There's no reason to lament so much if you didn't even know him.
"Anyway—"
I was about to continue when someone knocked on the door.
"Master!"
Holy shit.
My expression hardened as Luiza looked at me in confusion. The "mourning" was over. Now her expression was different: What the hell is this?
I didn't even have time to stop her from going to the door, which wasn't very far away.
"What the hell? Hey—hey, what the fuck are you doing?!"
"Argh! Let me go, you bitch!"
"Let go? Who does this whore think she is? This isn't some brothel for you to invade like you're at home!"
"Let me go—help me, master!"
"...master?"
I could only smile, accepting the situation. The two of them were staring at me in different ways.
Luiza, with question marks in her head and irritation, while immobilizing Ayla on the floor.
On the other hand, Ayla was looking for help, looking at me with puppy-dog eyes and a lascivious expression—also irritated to the same extent for having been thrown to the ground.
... What do I do?
Ignore it. Simply ignore it.
I bit into my sandwich again, closing my eyes, savoring each bite, while my favorite song played in my head.
But of course, they didn't ignore it.
"Who is this whore?... Why is she calling you master?!"
Every word she said was tailor-made. Yeah, I can't ignore it.
"Luiza, this is Ayla. My invocation."
"Oh, a prostitute is a Invocation? Look at the slutty clothes—ah, I should have known. Men are all the same anyway."
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Emotions towards the user:
• Love [47% > 42%].
• Lust [88% > 78%].
• Corruption [58%].
• Negative feelings [0% > 7%].
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"She's not a whore. She's worse. A Succubus."
The three of us fell silent after that.
Luiza with a scowl. She stared at me through gritted teeth. Clearly not believing me.
Ayla, meanwhile, seemed to find the situation amusing. Her enormous breasts prevented her face from even touching the ground.
And me...
What the hell, huh?
How did this little slut get here?
What terrible timing.