The congratulation ceremony and being granted his Platinum key passed by him like a dream.
Sohow, Lancelot found himself back at the academy entrance, his fellow students now partying and having fun after passing in their dorms.
'Where did they say the Elite apartnts were?'
[Oh my~ darling, you were in such a daze for the past hour.]
[Cars will co and collect you in the next few hours.]
[Look, there is the cute little slut queen you love and hate.]
'Ugh... Sorry, rlin kept talking about who I would take as my ntor, which was a little annoying.'
[Oh? If it isn't the fair Maiden Evaine coming to you, look at those huge tits... they are bigger than mine! Ah~ Mommy is jealous; don't cheat on her with this Holstein cow!]
'Quiet woman, I'll sleep with who I like.'
[You an Mrs. Four Fingers?]
Lancelot ignored Morgana, finding her amusing and irritating at the sa ti. His body paced towards her with a faint smile on his cheeks.
"Afternoon, Evaine. Are you well?"
She looked towards him, cracking her knuckles before stepping into Lancelot's range.
Her hands pushed out and jabbed his body with her palms, knocking the breath out of his lungs but not enough power to make him move.
His body only moved slightly as Evaine grabbed his tunic and looked at him with beautiful yet angry eyes.
"That's Instructor Evaine to you, little bastard! Rank 1, and you beco so bold."
Lancelot didn't take it too seriously.
This woman was the type with a knife mouth and tofu heart.
She would say nasty or horrible things but then worry about them later for hours in the dark, drinking a cheap ale.
"Yes, yes, our beautiful and amazingly strong instructor, I will make sure to rember your advice!"
"Say yes once! Also, go line up with the other top 3.
"Those girls have been waiting for you. Why did it take so long to arrive? The others have already left."
Evaine looked stern, but her eyes filled with a gentle and affectionate light, the corners of her lips smiling before she stopped scolding him.
"Congratulations, you were amazing in the trial. I look forward to seeing your swordsmanship improve."
"How about if I beco strong enough to defeat you without magic, you agree to a al together at the Sherwood Hotel?"
Once again, she looked close to exploding; instead, her hands released his chest, giving a light chuckle.
"If you can beat within 3 months, I'll even sleep with you."
[This bitch! Let out; I'll pull this fake sluts hair out!]
Lancelot stood for a mont before nodding.
'Don't think too much. She is just like this.'
He saw the slight twitch of her cheek, knowing she regretted saying that, and he didn't want to lose his current gains.
[Then you will fuck her if you defeat her!?]
'Why so serious? You're a succubus. It's just sex.'
[Big sister is not pleased with this obscene little brother!]
"Wai....." Evaine tried to speak, but he moved before she could.
'I have needs.'
So he quickly gave a light bow before turning away and fleeing before she stopped him.
Not only did he enjoy teasing Morgana, but he felt a sense of familiar attraction for the two won, causing the wager to be hard to refuse.
So he decided to go all out.
A new life, a new him.
Sleep with who he wants, kill what he wants, and take what he wants. Nobody would survive if he failed, so why limit himself like in the past?
Lancelot was no hero.
"I'll beat you in 3 months and make you my woman; just sit and wait."
'I'll also beat you in bed in 3 months and make you submit to completely.'
He felt a burden and relief after speaking his heartfelt desires to the two won.
Lancelot then hurried towards the other top 3 winners.
The cute Sumika, with her black hair and eastern haori, looked adorable as she stroked the new sheath of her sword.
"Ah! You took so long, Class Leader Lancelot!" She teased with her soft but pretty voice.
"Class Leader?"
"Mmmm, since you were ranked first, why would you not lead the class?" Sumika tilted her head as she asked, curious about his strange reaction.
A sudden waft of sweet fragrance filled Lancelot's nose, and the clack of heels hitting the ground sounded before a beautiful woman with two maids behind her appeared.
Her hair was black like night, flowing through the air with her silky black sheen.
She looked towards Lancelot for several seconds, her piercing blue eyes focused on his body with a stern look on her lips.
Lady Guinevere smacked her soft pink lips before looking at Sumika for a mont, a slight frown on her face.
"So, a forr zero known for nothing but being a loser has beco a hero overnight."
Despite her lovely and elegant voice, there was a hint of mockery in her tone.
It couldn't hide her irritation and anger because two unknown people had surpassed her.
"And now a damn foreign spy takes the second spot..."
Lancelot knew that this was not the true feelings of Guinevere, but the opinion she was forced to show in public due to her father and his support being based on two major principles.
One - The control and empowernt of the Nobles and Royalty over the commoners.
Two - A complete managent and tracking system for those that enter the country from outside.
Making sure no dangerous foreign elents enter the Empire to cause trouble.
But that didn't an he would take her shit.
This woman hated yes-n and won who would go along with her just due to her status and na, but sadly, most people were affected by the people surrounding her or had families that could be used for leverage and control.
Sumika was about to step forward, grasping her sword with an upset face, but Lancelot stepped forward faster, gently pushing her back, whispering, "Don't worry."
"Oh, my little princess, that foreign spy is more dedicated to the empire than half your entire family," Lancelot spoke theatrically.
His tone was clear and elegant, yet with a hint of mockery hidden.
"How dare you speak to the princess that way!"
"Filthy fallen noble, bow before your future queen!"
Her two servants lunged forward, like all lackeys would, only to feel their bodies lifting off the ground.
A painful sensation in their stomach and the back of their head knocked them out completely as they slamd to the ground.
In the monts before the two lunged forward, he stepped back, hopping on his left foot to slam both his fists into their sternum and send them into the air.
Then his body swirled, twisting around them and smashing them down with two wooden swords.
Bang!
"Wow!" Sumika marvelled at the series of fluid attacks from Lancelot.
Guinevere was no different; rather than angry from his actions, she let out a relieved sigh, and a gentle smile replaced her frown.
"You can speak honestly now, caged princess of a falling empire."
Lancelot spoke with a low voice, his fists smashing the maid's face several tis before pulling away, flicking his wrists to flick their blood from his hands.
"Although a little barbaric..."
"I thank you, Lord Lancelot, of the forr Duke House of du Lac." Guinevere's soft voice without the fake racism and dislike in her tone.
He didn't care too much, stepping back and waiting for the cars to arrive. This mont was not for him to grow closer to her.
Instead, he wanted the two won to understand each other and avoid the early death of Sumika, whose family had protected the Empire secretly for years thanks to the support of the late Emperor, who passed away a decade ago.
"It's fine; explain it to the confused Nippon girl before her head steams over."
'We are bound forever; these won could die tomorrow, which ans nothing to us.'
[Oh my~ are you trying to make Mommy feel better? Fufu! Such a cute boy.]
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