After the conferment of my title and themendations, wepleted onest procession through the capital, Valder, before finally leaving.


    My request to inherit Lindelheit’s legacy, meant for Ca anyway, was epted without much opposition. But there was a minor issue afterward.


    It turned out that much of Lindelheit’s heritage had been sold off when the house copsed.


    The Empire promised to gather as much of it as possible, but naturally, it would take time.


    Well, I could tour Lindelheit’s territories and the lord’s castle when the envoy from the Levantin Empire would visitter.


    And with that, our business with the Empire was neatly concluded.


    Then…


    “Yandel, my dearest. Did you know? A name can always grow longer.”


    “Hmm, Elisha’s right. Historically, long, cumbersome names have symbolized authority.”


    “Ahahaha! You mean like middle names, right? They often include family or rtives’ names, making them ridiculously long. For instance, Yandel Glenchiel Banatis Yareunshade Francesca… Oh, wait! What about Helena’s name?”


    “I already consulted with the Righteous Radiance earlier. We agreed on Sria.”


    “Great! So it would be Yandel Glenchiel Banatis Yareunshade Francesca Sria Lindelheit!”


    This nonsense started not long after we left the Empire’s borders.


    I felt my sanity slipping.


    Freed from the public eye, the women wasted no time in relentlessly teasing me.


    Amidst this chaotic scene, one person stood out as unusually ted.


    “Hehehe… Yandel Lindelheit… my master, to whom I’ve given everything… and who will give me everything in return… hnnng…”


    Clinging to my side with a giddy grin stered on her face was none other than Ca.


    Ever since I dered I would inherit everything from Lindelheit on her behalf, she had been in this state.


    Even after teleporting twice toward the Academy and preparing for the final jump!


    Poking Ca’s puffed cheeks, I asked,


    “Hey… Ca?”


    “Yes! Did you call for me, Master?”


    In an instant, Ca grabbed my hand, pressing it against her face as she answered.


    If Ca had an invisible tail, it would no doubt be wagging furiously.


    Her expression was pure joy, and she subtly leaned her body closer to mine.


    It didn’t feel like deliberate seduction—it was more like she was so overwhelmed with happiness that she couldn’t control her actions.


    The soft sensation of her cheek against my hand, her clear ruby-red eyes gazing up at me, and her faint scent rising in the air…


    I found myself staring nkly at her until—


    “Stop focusing only on Ca, and look at me too, dearest!”


    Elisha interrupted from the other side, looping her arm through mine—or rather, draping herself on me entirely.


    Her upper arm was sandwiched between her chest, while her hand rested snugly between her thighs. Calling it mere arm-linking would be an understatement.


    The soft sensation pressing against my arm triggered an involuntary reaction below.


    When Elisha noticed the swelling in my pants, her previously sulky pout transformed into a self-satisfied smirk.


    …What’s the standard for this behavior?


    While I stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, Iris leapt onto my back, clinging tightly.


    “Heave-ho! How about it, Master?!”


    “How about what?”


    “The feel of my chest, obviously! Surely you noticed, right?”


    “Isn’t that just your ribcage…?”


    “…?”


    “…?”


    We stared at each other in confusion until Iris finally grasped the meaning of my words. She looked utterly heartbroken, tears welling in her eyes.


    “My chest… but it’s my chest…!”


    “Yes! Of course! It’s your chest! Wow~ So soft! Feels amazing~”


    Despite my desperate attempts to console her, it seemed her wounded pride could not be healed.


    Like an upset child, Iris began biting my neck furiously.


    “Nom nom!”


    However, thanks to the unconscious limiter imposed by her ve mark and my recently increased endurance stat, her efforts merely tickled.


    She didn’t seem to realize this, though.


    Deciding to y along, I feigned pain.


    “Ow! Ow! That hurts! Please forgive me, Iris!”


    “Nom… grr… nom…”


    I couldn’t decipher her muffled grumbles, but it was clear she wasn’t ready to forgive me yet.


    As I endured Iris’s nibbling, feeling the odd sensation of her small teeth grazing my neck, Helena, who had been murmuring to herself in a conversation with Sri, suddenly nodded with a serious expression.


    She approached me and turned around smoothly.


    “…Helena?”


    “Please remain still, Brother. It’s hard to aim otherwise.”


    Aim? What was she talking about?


    My confusion was short-lived.


    Helena, ncing over her shoulder, leaned back and pressed her hips firmly against me.


    Her full yet soft backside gently but firmly enveloped my lower half, swaying up and down slowly.


    At the same time, Elisha and Iris erupted in protest.


    “That’s cheating!”


    “Indeed! Such direct and vulgar physical contact—aren’t you a saint?”


    Helena responded to their unified outrage with her characteristic warm smile.


    “The Lord has said: Victory is all that matters. Once we return to the Academy, I shall be the first to spend the night with Brother!”


    It was a truly fearsome deration.


    Naturally, Elisha and Iris growled in defiance, but Helena, unfazed, pressed her hips against me even harder.


    I tried to free my hands, thinking to pry Ca away for some relief, but—


    “Master? Am I bing a bother to you…?”


    “…No, it’s just that my shoulder was itchy.”


    “Oh my, if that’s the case, please let me know! I can scratch it for you! How about here?”


    “…Yeah.”


    Unable to bring myself to ask her to move away, I resigned to simply pointing out the itchy spot.


    As ast resort, I looked away to a distant spot. When I met Iona’s eyes, she let out a sharp squeal.


    “How could you?! How could you?! What are you all doing to Yandel while I’m busy preparing the teleportation spell? Everyone, get away from him!”


    “Professor…!”@@novelbin@@


    I trusted you!


    “How could you y with Yandel without me?! We all agreed to do this together!”


    “Professor…?”


    So, trusting only to be betrayed, huh?


    Despite my bewildered expression, Iona calmlypleted the spell and dered,


    “Now, now! We’re teleporting to Rahim City in one go. If you don’t want to be caught doing this in front of others, get off and behave!”


    Grumbling, the others reluctantly let go, sticking to neutral areas like my arms or shoulders.


    Oddly, I found myself missing the contact as soon as they backed away.


    Momentster, Iona’s teleportation spell red with a brilliant crimson glow. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, the familiar sight of the Rahim City manor filled my vision.


    We had finally returned.


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    Once Iris was sent back to the manor, the rest of us headed toward the Academy.


    It was lunchtime, so the first priority was to meet Faye and catch up on everything that had happened.


    Afterward, I nned to return the staff and, if everything aligned, invite Faye back to the dormitory to address some long-suppressed desires…!


    The thought alone brought a grin to my face, which Iona, still slightly sulking, noticed. She grabbed my cheek and stretched it.


    “Hey, hey. Doesn’t Yandel have no real reason to stay at the Academy anymore?”


    “Huh? What’s with the sudden question?”


    “For you, Yandel, what matters isn’t academic achievement but how strong you can be with magic, right?”


    “That’s true.”


    “Well, then. You’ve already surpassed student-level abilities. If it’s justbat power, you’re stronger than most professors.”


    The Academy was the gathering ce for the brightest minds across the Eurelia Continent, so its faculty was naturally top-tier.


    Even so, an intermediate magician, typically considered a high-ranking officer in most magic towers, was treated as an entry-level professor here.


    Yet, I could outperform most of them.


    Only exceptions like Iona, a high-level magician, or those of simr caliber, such as Sword Masters or Cardinal-level clergy, could rival me.


    But such professors were rare—maybe one or two per department.


    “Of course, of course. I know Yandel is stillcking in theoretical aspects. You haven’t studied magic for very long, after all. Normally, I wouldn’t say this because advancing further does require a strong theoretical foundation. But… things are different now.”


    “…It’s true. We don’t have time to sit in ssrooms anymore.”


    Why had we rushed to defeat Fiona? Because we anticipated an all-out war with the cultists was imminent.


    When that time came, leaving the Academy to fight and learning from Iris and Iona between battles might be more effective.


    Though it wouldn’t be as systematic orprehensive as the Academy, eliminating even one more cultist or monster would be more critical.


    “Still, I think it’s better to stay at the Academy. Not for the sses, but because it’s where all the information converges.”


    “Ah, ah! That’s true.”


    Iona nodded in understanding.


    In H&A, originally a school-life story, the tone shifted dramatically in theter stages. The Academy began to resemble an adventurer’s guild.


    Situated in the center of the Eurelia Continent, it was strategically ideal for reaching anywhere quickly. Additionally, with the world’s brightest students and professors gathered here, requests for aid became frequent.


    sses still urred, but students and professors often reced them with missions, forming parties to provide support and earn rewards.


    It felt less like a school and more like a hub for adventurers.


    Of course, once the Evil Gods descended, the Academy simply became a military facility.


    Regardless, the important takeaway was that having the Academy as a base, where all information converged, and resources were abundant, was better than wandering around aimlessly.


    Even in Fafnir’s vision of the future, this route proved most effective, which was why H&A’s story had been structured that way.


    Iona, nodding in agreement, pped her hands as if struck by an idea.


    “Then! Instead of taking sses, why not just request ess to the facilities? You could continue as a student under the condition of graduating eventually!”


    “…That’s a solid idea.”


    “Right? Then, I’ll bring it up at the next faculty meeting! Or do you want to discuss it directly with the Chairman when returning the staff?”


    “Wouldn’t skipping the proper process cause problems?”


    “Anyone who’d nitpick procedural issues would be weaker and less politically influential than you, Yandel. There’s no need to worry about them.”


    “……”


    Is… is that true?


    It felt odd, but handling it directly with the Chairman seemed faster and cleaner than going through faculty meetings. I might as well mention it when I return the staff.


    We continued chatting about future ns as we made our way to Faye’s workshop.


    …Only to find Faye on the verge of being vited by writhing tentacles.


    “Hyaaaah! Junior! Save me! Help me! It’s out of control—hngh! Not there!”


    “……”


    What… what in the world is this?