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The feeling is like flower petals gently blooming and wrapping around her body, fluffy and dreamlike.

"Ah...ahh..."

Charlotte trembles at the sensation of his touch still lingering on her skin. 

She really should have been the one standing there.

――But of course, it'll not be as intense.

In the direction she stared with her droopy eyes, there was her beloved.

There, was a circle.

A circle was formed in the middle of the venue.

Luxurious tables with delicious food and rich wine, and aristocrats dressed extravagantly to flaunt their wealth. All of that was for a "stage" where the two men stood.

The two facing each other in the center were both dressed in formal attire. Both were handsome noblemen with blonde hair and blue eyes. One of them was her former husband, with a cruel expression that could easily tell that he will abandon someone who couldn't conceive in a heartbeat. Now she was more like a doll than a "tool" as a noblewoman. But then she realized that her beloved was standing in front of her, the same one who wanted her affection even if she always act coldly towards him, who had impregnated her with all the knowledge from his past life.

He has a gentle face that some people might say is "pathetic".

It is not only his outward appearance but also his inner self.

Yes, he was cowardly.

Yet, for the sake of his beloved, he was standing there.

And before that, he had carved that anger into her body.

"Fuan...❤――Sthop, sthop oh...❤"

Charlotte cannot suppress the surge that overflows from her crotch. Her breasts tremble, almost spilling out, as she shudders uncontrollably.

She has always loved stories, especially those of prince and princesses. Although she is not necessarily in such a position, no matter what her status is, when there is a hero and heroine then it's all the same for her.

He stands for her, even though she had intended to do so for him...

"... fwa... yaaa~ahhh... ❤" Charlotte-chan, who has met her dream prince, cannot help but writhe in ecstasy without minding anyone else's gaze.

It was impossible for her not to be smitten by this situation.

Even though she should be worrying about him. From what she remembers, she knows he is "strong", but there is no denying he is also a coward. She should not be causing him such trouble. Yet, when she thinks he stands for her...

――Why do I still have underwear on now...?

"Oh no! This 29-year-old is trying to take off her underwear at the party!"

Desmond must settle this quickly.

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Peter receives a sword from an elderly butler.

With a serious and harsh-looking face, and somewhat oily.

Peter accepts the sword with reverence and sheaths it at his waist.

The butler then tries to hand another sword to Desmond.

"I apologize, but I cannot use a sword. I—"

At that moment,

"Oh, he says he doesn't even need a sword to fight him? What confidence."

――Who is that?　Who is that guy trying to stir things up!?

Desmond inadvertently waves his hand in his minds 

No, no, it's not like that.

"Hoho, with the bare hands you say..."

――I said that's not it!

When he turned to look, he saw that Peter's temple throb visibly.

Desmond decided to take it positively - if it made Peter lose his composure, then that was fine.

However, assuming that the sword in Peter's hand had been coated with poison and the sword given to Desmond was made brittle, then the situation was not only positive thinking, it was a wise move.

A true noble should always maintain elegance, 

even if things behind the scenes are in chaos.

Winning is winning, maintain your elegance even though many went unnoticed.

Peter exemplified the cynical aristocracy.

"I will cut down your arrogance with my sword," he said.

An immense threat.

The battle of the nobles had already begun.

In response to Peter's commanding voice, his faction created barriers. They complemented each other's barriers, forming a shield to protect themselves. They put all their effort into it because it was for their own safety. In addition, it is a follow-up to show that Peter-sama's magic has that much power.

――With this, he could kill Desmond without any hesitation.

He would make Desmond pay with his life for all the disrespect he had shown.

Peter held up his sword against him, unarmed.

Desmond, on the other hand,

"Nut even put up a guard..." "...What a natural posture..." "W-waa... I'm in love~..."

Charlotte's proper appearance had been completely ruined.

――I need to do something about that girl soon...!

He surprisingly remained calm. That was because, despite everything, his "chicken sense" wasn't activating. Nevertheless...even if it hadn't been, he was still a little nervous.

――...Huh? Strangely, I'm not scared?... Well, I suppose it's natural that he's not that scary compared to that geezer, but even compared to the monsters I fought in Aldora...

"Finish him with one punch, one punch!"

He receives Charlotte's encouragement through telepathy.

Yes, surely, Desmond is strong. He will betray the expectations of the nobles and show them what he can do. But....

"Hmph, there's no way someone who has never been on the battlefield can win."

When he heard the voices of the audience, Desmond thought to himself

――Wait?! If I win too easily here, will I be drafted again?

I know that there is no way I, a nobody, can beat him in a social fight, but I thought I could still do it if it was a one-on-one, face-to-face fight.

A man who does not put up a fight at this point will be disgraced.

And I can't afford to lose.

But... I must not win too easily! Because if I'm perceived as strong in any way, there was a possibility that I might be sent to the battlefield again. I realized that.

"Let's start."

The hateful bastard said.

――Wait!

Let us start over!

I raised my hand to make him wait, but...

"First, I'll take that arm."

【Ice Sword】

"Oh, I never thought I'd see that one here. The magic blade that has become famous for its use by Swift on the battlefield. A coward who hasn't fought in a battle wouldn't stand a chance against it."

He aims at my outstretched arm.

"――It's neither magic nor swordsmanship, but a combination of the two. That sword can slice through anything, and anyone hit by it will be frozen in time, without realizing they've been cut."

I don't know who said it but thank you for the explanation that's too long to fit in this moment.

"I believe in you, Desmond-kun..."

And Papa, why do you act like a damsel in distress? Also, your daughter's face is no longer of a maiden but a face of a lewd woman, something has gone wrong here!

――If my arm is cut off, I won't be able to pat or hug Charlotte-chan, or even touch her breasts!

"Wait! Noooooo! Deshumon-shamaaa!" ―― Charlotte, isn't it a little too late?

The scream of the wife who is now worried about her current husband rang out...

Hmph.

I could have sworn I saw the ex-husband's cheeks lift up.

――*slash*！

His blue eyes widened in shock.

Instead of my arm that was supposed to fly in the air.

It was his sword.

In the form of glittering shards of ice and metal.

It was like a flower.

"Oh..."

"Beautiful..."

The audience was impressed. But...

I decided to say,

"You thought too little of me by using such a terrible sword to attack me."

――Please! Play along!

A storm of agitation raged in my heart.

It's not that I beat you with my skills, your sword quality was just bad.

Please make it look that way!

I don't intend to lose to you, but I want to win by shaming you with my beginner's Luck! I don't want to be considered a force to be reckoned with, and I don't want to be called up to the battlefield!

"If that's the case, isn't this the perfect opportunity? Break his dull sword and punch Peter in the face while he's vulnerable..."

――Huh?! (shocked)

But, without the present...

"――Hmph, you have... guts to not accept my painless mercy...."

Damn! He actually plays along! It was you who received mercy, not me! Dammit...

And with a cold expression, the bastard shamelessly called out the middle-aged butler,

"Ha, (Why am I getting the sword that was supposed to be given to him?)"

"Huh (that's not the case, I definitely...)"

"(Just give it to me quickly)"

"(Yes, right away...)"

"*stare*..." ――I wonder why Charlotte-chan is looking so hotly at those two who are staring at each other... "Those two, they must have formed a "bound"..."

"Stop. No more than that, I don't want to think about it."

"Sorry to keep you waiting."

Peter said.

He pulled out his sword and held it at the ready,

"Let's start over."

――By all means.

"Let's go!" he shouted, swinging his sword.

"Ah," 

I exclaimed subtly.

【Ice Sword】

His magic sword or whatever it was attacked me again.

*snap~!*

Let me describe what just happened.

His sword went *schwink*, *swoosh*, *snap*.

Also, he held onto the handle, and the blade broke perfectly in the middle and flew off as if it was already broken. Wasn't that the same sword he was about to give me before?

So this is the noble's trickery! Even though he briefly widened his eyes, he quickly regained his composure, Maybe he was training not with a magic ice sword, but instead practicing how to cover his face with ice. But wait!

I activated 【Physical enhancement】,  (not sex variant).

*Snap!* (I caught the flying sword before it could reach the on-looker)

*Shattered!* (I broke it)

"Are you okay?" Oh, there was a barrier, I forgot.

Glancing over, I looked at the girl who was there.

"Fuwaa~... Desmond-sama..."

Hm? Her face was really red, was it that scary? And somehow, I feel like I've seen this girl somewhere before...

*murmers*...

"Hey, did you see that...?"

"Was that magic? Or maybe the result of his training with gray Hound..."

Stop it! Someone has been needlessly stirring things up and there's someone who's unusually perceptive... Well...it's too late now...what's done is done.

"You...you pretended to be a clown all along..."

Peter glared at me.

"I see. You were a worthy opponent," he said.

Not you too! Stop it!

The crowd exclaimed with a bit of prised 'Ohh...' I don't want it!

"It seems that my eyes have not gone bad after all."

What? Papa? But if you're going to say that, didn't you just re-evaluate me just the other day? And please don't say that here and now!

I came out in front to protect Charlotte, but I feel like I'm triggering flags that have nothing to do with her. All I want is to be all over Charlotte's body, so please don't misunderstand me!

However, I can't dwell on my impatience, as the detestable bastard seems to have flipped a switch.

"Be proud, for you have made me serious. 【Absolute Ice Sword】"

A blast of cold wind blows.

"This is bad! Everyone, if you don't want to die, channel your magic into the barrier! It's beyond the level of a mere 【Ice sword】! It's 100% of Peter Swift's power, 100%! capable of freezing all things in absolute ice!"

"Kuh! Even though we put up a barrier, the cold is reaching us here..."

"I can't believe he's willing to involve us if it means defeating that man..."

"Aahhhh! Everyone, run away!"

――what the heck, everyone seems to be having fun.

I know that the temperature has dropped, but it doesn't feel particularly cold thanks to my 【Physical enhancement】. However, if I were to show that on my face, the next thing to arrive at my house might be a military draft instead of an invitation to a social event.

"One punch... one punch..."

Stop it, don't fan the flames, Charlotte.

... Alright, if I time it right, toughen up my body, and then somehow hit his chin with a lucky punch, and beat him...

"Eat this! Haaa!"

The usually calm bastard barks.

Just aim for the chin with my fist, just aim for the chin with my fist...

I concentrate,

He raises an ice sword high above his head...

――Hey, you can make your own sword? Then what was that whole farce earlier?

Visible cold air swirls around his ice sword.

It looks so beautiful just from that alone.

It's hard to believe that the person who was just engaging in a farce up until now could create something like that...

For some reason, I'm feeling a little excited.

I'm not supposed to be a battle junkie.

It's all thanks to that old man.

...No, it's not just that.

There were unmistakable traces of "effort" in "it" that he had created. I feel that it is more correct to call them "marks" rather than "traces".

...Let's step things up.

I clench my fist, without acting.

I'll think about the military draft later.

――My body is a battery.

This body, which cannot use proper magic, exists only as a "intermediary" for "magic".

I take a half step forward, 

My left hand straight down my body.

My right hand lightly extended. 

The energy swirling around me.

The great flow of energy that swirls around the world does the same.

They "connect".

If I'm going to break the ice that had tormented Charlotte, I might as well follow in her example and use fire. For her sake, I shall channel the flame that will melt away that ice.

【Ignis】

I cannot use advanced magic like Charlotte's that can burn even the Evil King to death. I can only cause "phenomenon" with a specific "attribute" and "direction".

I can accumulate, change the shape and make it look like fireworks or something like that, but all I can do is simple things.

"Fufu, this is quite something... This is not a magic spell, but 'true magic'..." Margaret-sama said something, but I didn't hear her as I focused on the target in front of me.

Our blue eyes meet.

Now, it's time.

For victory――

At that moment,

My "chicken sense" gave a loud warning――

"Sorry for intrusion!! So this is where the fights are! Fuhahaha, I've arrived!"