40. One-on-One Evening Study

Although Izalis, who must follow me today as an “auditor,” indeed chose the perfect moment, it was almost as if she was provoking Kephiel and Nilu, harboring some “little thoughts” and making some “moves” that inevitably caught me off guard. However, the script didn’t present any strange reasons for her actions.

Prompted by Kephiel, she quickly corrected her attitude and properly shared with me the information she had initially prepared regarding the “duel” with that supporting character, the Silver Knight.

Not only did she detail the opponent’s strength, but she also meticulously described his strengths and weaknesses. As for why Izalis knew so much about him, it’s not hard to explain; after all, that “Silver Knight” is a heartthrob who can make girls swoon just by walking. His information must have long been common knowledge in the kingdom. Being a heartthrob comes with its own costs.

In the end, combined with the new content added to my “script,” our understanding of the Silver Knight was quite comprehensive. I could probably even find out what color underwear he likes to wear from the script.

With such intelligence, my two “teachers” quickly provided me with targeted methods for utilizing fairy powers.

The next day.

The second “lesson” became much clearer, no longer filled with the fairies chattering like sparrows in a quarrel.

“Alsas, you don’t need to accompany him anymore. Let Zeus lend his power to Euclid that day as a weapon.”

Kefir’s decision was to have me use the more domineering and dangerous Thunder Fairy, Zousi, which at least wouldn’t turn me into a magical girl, and I also knew what to be concerned about.

“Rose, Zelus, try not to worry about me as much as possible. After all, my identity is at stake here. Zelus will just need to disguise our appearances throughout, while Rose is responsible for giving Zelus strength. If we end up in a fight, maintaining that will be even more difficult. The support can be handled by Ikusis’s ‘prophecy.’”

As for Nilu, she was not to be outdone.

“Magnus, you go protect the ‘King’s’ safety. The rest of the fairies will stay with me. If it comes down to it, we’ll use ‘commands’ with all our might to ensure the ‘King’s’ identity remains undetected.”

Finally…

“Before the duel begins, try to coordinate well with the fairies on you, and come at me, O’Keelid. Using the power of the fairies to counter the opponent’s strength is the simplest and most effective method!”

Under the watchful eyes of the other two women, Kefir stepped in front of me.

“What are you still dawdling for? It’s started~ From now on, you have to treat me as that stinky… cough cough, Silver Knight.”

Isn’t this asking me to hit my wife?

Though I quickly realized… not at all, it was clearly my wife hitting me.

Next, the “theory class” turned into a “practical class.” They said I should make good use of the fairies’ powers, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that Kefir was using this opportunity to teach me a lesson, venting the sourness she had bottled up these past few days…

Time passed unknowingly, and just as I was about to concede defeat, clutching Kefir’s leg and shouting “Wife, spare me,” I noticed the sun was about to set, and the sky had already darkened.

The sweat on a man is surely foul, but even if a magical girl sweats, it must smell sweet~ So should I move a little closer to Kefir, who was also resting nearby? But what if I shifted my butt just a bit, and Kefir immediately and discreetly moved away? Wouldn’t that make me look awkward and undermine my standing at home?

While I was lost in thought over this very serious issue for me, my dear wife took the initiative to lean closer!

“Stop looking around. Nilu is in charge of dinner today, and that girl… the Fairy Saint, to avoid being discovered by other fairies for spending too long with us, went back with Nilu.”

As she spoke, Kefir tugged at my cheek, “So, can you tone down that sneaky, shifty-eyed expression on your face?”

Sorry, sorry, my dear wife; this is probably because I played the villain for too long and developed a professional habit.

With that tugging motion, Kefir’s entire body leaned against me. At this point, unless I was foolish, I wouldn’t say something thoughtless like, “Kefir, you leaning against me is making me hot.” It was best to obediently keep quiet and focus on providing my wife with shoulder support.

But the next moment, I noticed: Kefir, resting her head on my shoulder, was staring intently at my profile, and when I looked over, she murmured with a hint of complaint.

“That woman likes you.”

I certainly know which lady Kefier is referring to. After all, since we arrived in “this era,” the main storyline in the “plot” revolves around the Elven Saintess Izalith, and we have had quite a bit of interaction with that elf.

So, some situations that I have vaguely noticed from the script, my dear wife probably knew long ago. After all, when it comes to this matter, Kefier is even more sensitive than my script.

“I know.”

And I also know: even if Kefier doesn’t say it, I shouldn’t respond to the various thoughts of the Elven Saintess towards me. Setting aside whether my two bosses – Kefier and Neru – would accept it, the more important thing is… our group does not belong to “this era”! I am here to fundamentally disrupt the script of death, not to act in something like “Unfinished Love between Humans and Ghosts” or “The Great Battle of Qinling through the Ages.”

“I have been avoiding…”

“Not that, idiot!”

Clearly, Kefier is very dissatisfied with my answer; she turns around and straddles my legs.

The two of us had a similar posture not long ago on a certain night, and just thinking about it makes me feel uneasy all over. Fortunately, a whole day of “practice lessons” has left me slightly tired now, preventing me from getting too hot-headed and turning into a wild beast all of a sudden.

Although, if Kefier continues to hug me like this, I’ll probably reach my limit soon…

“I certainly know she’s ‘important,’ but I’m reminding you not to be deceived by her.”

A hint of worry appears in Kefier’s gaze, “Don’t be fooled by her saintly appearance. From my perspective, she’s quite good at deceiving people.”

Fearing I might misunderstand, Kefier quickly adds, “It’s intuition.”

Haha~ My dear wife, what are you worried about? I know I seem to have fallen into a script full of peach blossoms in “this era,” but… I have never forgotten our purpose for coming here: to completely destroy the script of death and prevent certain “misdeeds” by the Elven triplet princesses in this era.

While the Elven Saintess is indeed crucial, I am not foolish enough to “exchange conditions with my pure body.”

“Don’t worry.”

I wanted to answer more seriously, but unfortunately… with Kefier straddling me like this, some parts of my body… Haha~ are not very compliant.

Shortly after, Kefier also seems to sense it; her eyes widen slightly, and upon realizing what happened with me, she immediately twists my arm.

“Beast.”

It’s not right to say that, Kefier. If you do this to me and I’m not a “beast,” then should you be worried later?

After the playful scolding, Kefier’s gaze starts to wander, her face blushing: “Ahem! Speaking of which, tonight’s guard duty is taken by Neru, so… um…”

At last, she pressed her lips together and hurriedly leaned in to whisper in my ear.

“Keep it down, come here, tonight I’m going to give you a ‘makeup lesson,’ got it?”

Kefir, that ‘riddle’ you just mentioned, any man would understand it in a heartbeat.