In the massive dining hall, identical footage played simultaneously across every display screen.
The formidable and domineering Emperor of France faced a forest of microphones and caras as she declared—
"The video is completely authentic!"
As her words landed,
The previously bustling dining hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.
Every head lifted, mouths agape and eyes wide with utter shock.
Then,
The entire hall erupted in an instant!
"Holy shit, did I hear that right? Her Majesty Jeanne actually confird the video’s authenticity?"
"Heh, guess videos can’t be photoshopped after all—that really was Jeanne!"
"Damn, doesn’t this an she’s admitting to deceiving France?"
"Hey hey, you’re missing the point—that Naless Heroic Spirit actually has ties to Jeanne!"
"Ahhhh! My Empress Jeanne was actually... taught and nurtured by another man? Problem is, that guy’s so devoted to justice, content with anonymity, and ridiculously handso!"
"New CP stock just dropped?"
...
Being young, they naturally thrived on gossip.
Now, the subjects of this gossip were none other than the legendary Emperor of France, Jeanne d’Arc, and a completely undocunted Naless Heroic Spirit.
"Naless, I’m here. Why haven’t you co to find ?"
Jeanne’s words instantly set the entire internet ablaze.
This was unmistakably a confession!
A love declaration to that Naless Heroic Spirit, with the whole world as her stage!
Countless hearts fluttered at the sentint.
"Marry a woman three years older—gain gold bricks. Three hundred years older—receive elixirs. Three thousand years older—ascend to immortality."
Catching Jeanne’s favor now would an skipping several lifetis of struggle!
Their gossip-fueled fervor burned white-hot, desperate to uncover this mystery man.
Rember,
When uploader [Alaya] concluded the first exposé video "The Avenging Witch" with:
[This was rely the most ordinary episode from the Naless Heroic Spirit’s life!]
If this was his "ordinary," how earth-shattering would his passionate monts be?
Souma quietly observed the commanding figure on screen: "That illiterate girl has finally grown up."
mories surfaced—scenes from those bygone days.
Born in an ordinary village, destined to be so noble’s decorative bride.
Yet this girl refused, stubbornly choosing the thorny, blood-soaked path to save her holand.
Such a willful child. Souma’s heart ached for her, leaving him no choice but to assist however he could.
Becoming her private tutor, imparting knowledge through countless all-night lessons.
History, military strategy, politics—crash courses in every subject.
Clearly, after "The Avenging Witch" aired, that little country girl rembered everything.
"Trouble’s brewing..."
Souma collected his empty tray, deposited it in the designated area, and calmly exited the dining hall.
In re minutes,
These hormone-driven students had already spun countless theories about him and Jeanne.
In this short ti, they’d concocted N different versions like "Your Na" and "A Chinese Odyssey."
Bunch of idle busybodies!
Now, Souma could only hope Alaya wouldn’t release more videos.
It would be one thing if Jeanne d’Arc found out—she’d have a hard ti identifying him now that his spiritual foundation had shattered, reducing him to little more than an ordinary person.
But if it were any other Heroic Spirit, things might not go so smoothly...
Just as he reached the club building, a familiar voice called out to him, "Souma, co help fix the heater!"
"Sure, let take a look."
Souma walked over and deftly pulled out his repair tools.
Though the place was called Fuyuki Magecraft Academy, 99% of the people here were ordinary, with only a rare few capable of practicing magecraft.
Most of the equipnt used was just regular electronics.
The other person asked hopefully, "Can you fix it?"
"Of course. Isshun, step outside for a bit—don’t get in my way."
Souma nodded.
"Got it, won’t disturb you." The other obediently pushed the door open and left.
Just then, another set of footsteps approached from outside.
Souma casually glanced toward the entrance.
A pair of slender legs, sheathed in black stockings, quietly entered his line of sight.
The smooth curve of her thighs, subtly indented by the snug fabric, was so captivating that one couldn’t look away.
To borrow a certain classic line—
"I could play with these legs for a whole year!"
The newcor was none other than the academy’s most renowned genius mage, Rin Tohsaka.
A legendary noble lady, so wealthy she could casually toss around gemstones for fun.
However.
He knew full well that even the young mistress’s family wasn’t exactly rolling in riches!
Just the other day, he’d spotted her at the supermarket, scrambling for discounted pork—only to leave empty-handed and dejected. A "thrifty homaker" of a noble lady, indeed.
The contrast was oddly endearing.
"Alright, Isshun, it’s fixed."
Souma finished repairing the heater and stood up to leave.
With a slight nod, he brushed past the young woman.
Result.
The other party suddenly spoke up, "Aren’t you tired?"
"What?"
He stopped in his tracks, looking at her with confusion, his heart tightening slightly.
After repairing the world, Rin Tohsaka should have forgotten all mories related to him.
Could the videos have awakened them?
"I always see you helping all kinds of people. Why are you so willing to do it without expecting anything in return, staying unknown?"
Rin finally voiced the question she had always wanted to ask.
This strange guy bore an uncanny resemblance to the naless heroic spirit from the viral videos.
Despite helping so many people, no one seed to rember his kindness.
What was the point?
He turned around, his expression odd as he countered, "Once, I was caught in the rain. So now, I want to hold an umbrella for others. Is there sothing wrong with that?"
"..."
Rin was montarily speechless.
Such a simple statent, yet it made her heartbeat uncontrollably quicken.
Damn it, he just had to be this cool!
Her mind involuntarily replayed the scene from earlier—standing in the hallway, watching the empty schoolyard after classes.
There he was, practicing the high jump alone.
Failing again and again, yet persisting stubbornly like a fool.
From that mont on, he had left a deep impression on her.
Every ti she saw him, she couldn’t help but steal a few extra glances, only to realize he had always been silently helping others without seeking recognition.
Now, the mysterious uploader [Alaya] had released a video titled [Chronicle of the Naless Heroic Spirit!]
That naless heroic spirit had quietly supported Jeanne d’Arc from beginning to end, yet left no trace in history.
What a fool!
But why did it make her heart race like this?
She must be cursed!
***
After returning ho.
Souma tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a lavish dinner.
Though he wanted to teach the brat a lesson, food was a top priority—he wouldn’t let the little one go hungry.
"That glutton also loves my cooking, huh..."
Souma shook his head and focused on cooking.
Having fought through six thousand years of history, battling through Singularities drenched in blood, he had co to cherish this ordinary life.
Being a stay-at-ho dad wasn’t so bad.
Well, if only the brat were a bit more obedient, it’d be even more fulfilling.
Ding-dong~
The doorbell rang.
"Coming, coming!"
Souma wiped his hands and went to open the door.
Standing outside was a petite, adorable white-haired, red-eyed loli dressed in a purple frilly dress.
She looked up at him with big, sparkling eyes and asked in a sweet, soft voice, "Souma-nii, are you the Naless Heroic Spirit?"
***
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