A Swordsman and a Mage, Sworn Enemies, Accidentally Crossed a Line and Discovered Their Bodies Were Perfectly Compatible. - Chapter 1

–Maybe something went wrong somewhere.

“Uh… H-that’s weird♡ Don’t touch me♡”

The very idea of me touching this woman should have been impossible.

“What else am I supposed to do? It’s dark, I can’t see properly. Besides, you’re making such sweet noises.”

“I don’t want to! Just hurry up and get this over with.♡”

Though her words protested, her body told a different story.
I was touching her br3asts and private parts through her uniform.
Every time I gently trace her pvssy over her shorts, her love juices start to overflow along with her sweet voice.
It makes me excited too, and my instincts are screaming that I want to fvck her right now.

“Hah… hah♡ Your hands are so lewd♡ That’s why perverts are like this.”

“Don’t call me a pervert. You’re clearly turned on, too.”

“It’s not my intention!”

“Me neither, idiot!”

Though her words protested, her body offered no resistance. I, too, traded insults while rubbing my lower abdomen against her skirt-covered hips.

“Something grotesque is pressing against my ass.”

“I’m going to insert this now.”

“♡♡♡”

She let out a sweet, silent moan.
In the dark cave, a man and woman in heat begin mating to comfort each other.
This was against both their will and an act that should never have happened.
The reason why this happened goes back a few days──

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There are people in this world whom you just can’t get along with, no matter how hard you try.
For example, they may have a shitty personality or be hopelessly incompatible. Depending on their position, it may be fundamentally impossible for them to get along.
There are many different types of incompatible people, but the woman before me right now was a combination of all of those things.

“It’s obvious to anyone that I, who achieved first place in five subjects, am superior to you, who only managed first place in four.”

With her silvery white hair that reached her shoulders, the woman, clad in the Alrain National Academy uniform, looked down at me with crimson eyes.
Even though she was small, less than 150 cm tall, I felt as if she was looking down on me physically.
But that kind of petty intimidation doesn’t work on me.

“That petty arrogance, only able to flaunt your superiority when measured by the academy’s trivial standards. Truly befitting the daughter of the esteemed Magnolia Family. Isn’t that right, Miss Remietta?”

“Hehehe. You certainly have a rich vocabulary for excuses. As expected of Mr. Elvin, the heir of the Reinbell Family.”

We put on fake smiles and exchange sarcastic comments in front of the rankings.
Remietta’s smug expression never faltered, but I could see her fingers tapping rapidly against her crossed arms.

“It seems swinging a stick around makes you stupid and good at making excuses.”

“Whoa there! You’re quite the expert at insults, considering you dabble in that demonic art called ‘magic.'”

“Not as much as you, proudly showing off that outdated traditional art you call swordsmanship.”

“Can’t argue with someone who’s obsessed with dark magic and skirting the law.”

As the exchange of barbs and sarcasm intensified, our plastered smiles began to crumble.
I placed my hand on the hilt of the sword at my waist, and Remietta readied her staff.

“…………”

One more word and a battle would break out.
A battle to determine which was superior: swordsmanship or magic.

“Mr. Elvin! We’re right behind you!”

““”Ooooooh!!”““

My comrades, wielding the same swordsmanship, roared their support from behind me.

“Lady Remietta, let us bring divine retribution upon these monkeys waving sticks!”

““”Ooooooh!!!”““

Similarly, those mages behind Remietta raised their own battle cry.
The conflict between swordsmanship and magic in this nation persisted even within the microcosm of the students’ world.
As the second son of the renowned swordsmanship family, Duke Reinbell, and Remietta, the eldest daughter of the prestigious magic family, Duke Magnolia, our rivalry seemed destined, an inevitable clash of fate.
Magic versus swordsmanship—which art reigned supreme? For decades, even centuries, this question had remained unresolved. Now, a battle was about to begin to finally settle this age-old debate.
This was a pointless conflict waged by those who would one day shape the fate of the nation.

“But the problem is that I have a creed that I don’t fight with people of a lower rank.”

“Oh? Then you certainly can’t fight me, since you’re the one who’s beneath me.”

“Come now. I admire your overconfidence.”

Despite our barbed exchanges, I sighed inwardly.
This battle was truly meaningless. There was no productive outcome to be gained from it. While I certainly disliked them, this entire affair was utterly pointless.
Yet the absurdity lay in the fact that we had to go through with it.

“Fighting would be pointless. Let’s settle this with a fairer contest of strength.”

“I’m willing to hear you out. What do you propose?”

“You’re quick to grasp things. As top students, we have a special assignment coming up, right?”

“Yes, a combat test against Magical Beasts… I see.”

Remietta nodded slightly, finally understanding my intention.
With her sharp mind, she must realize the futility of this battle and prefer a simpler resolution.

“Let’s see who can hunt the most Magical Beasts. Wouldn’t that be a more fitting measure of the nation’s military might—the superiority of swordsmanship versus magic?”

“For an idea coming from you, it’s surprisingly decent. I agree.”

Remietta smiled faintly, her composed expression never wavering. She clearly had no doubt of her victory.

“That’s the end of it. We’ll settle this by determining who’s superior.”

“I’m looking forward to seeing your face when you lose, Mr. Elvin.”

After exchanging parting insults, we turned on our heels and left the scene.
As long as I wield swordsmanship and she wields magic, there’s no possibility of us ever getting along.
Even after graduating from the academy and inheriting our respective family legacies, our animosity will remain unchanged.
Just like our parents, magic and swordsmanship are fundamentally incompatible.
That’s why we need to settle this now. It’s the most productive decision we can make.

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In the Kingdom of Alrein, the conflict between swordsmanship and magic runs deep.
Its history is too long to delve into, but the two sides have never reconciled, remaining locked in perpetual animosity.
Which is superior? Which is the true pillar supporting the nation? For over a century, we have been locked in this bitter rivalry.
As the heirs of the leaders of each faction, we too have been at each other’s throats since our student days, following the pattern set by history.

“Mr. Elvin! Those mages are getting too cocky, even though they’re heretics who use demonic techniques. If you wanted to, you could wipe them all out…”

“Calm down. We can’t underestimate them. If we rush in, we’ll get eaten alive.”

“Ugh…”

Yurio, the male student who had led the swordsmanship department earlier and also served as my attendant, clenched his fists in frustration.
Magic, once condemned as demonic, had become fully accepted by the common people. It had even been incorporated into the curriculum of the prestigious Arlein National Academy, making it virtually impossible to eradicate the magic that had taken root in the kingdom.

“Yurio, don’t lose sight of our goal. Eradication is no longer possible. The best we can do is establish a clear hierarchy. If we demonstrate which is superior—to the people and the king—magic will naturally decline.”

“As expected of Mr. Elvin! What remarkable insight!”

Yurio exclaimed, feigning exaggerated surprise at my words. Having served as my attendant since childhood, his trust in me was absolute.

“To achieve that, I must settle things with that woman.”

“So, that’s why the special lesson? But it’s true that Remietta is incredibly strong.”

“Do you doubt me?”

“No! Mr. Elvin is the best in the world!”

Yurio hastily retracted his statement, raising his voice in flattery.
Still, Yurio’s concerns were valid. As the eldest daughter of the Magnolia Family, Remietta’s genius in magic was widely known. Though she appeared to be nothing more than a prim and proper young girl, she had already subjugated all the mages at the academy—a true prodigy.
Rumor had it that even senior students and teachers couldn’t stand up to her.
Yet, despite all this, I remained confident that there would be no problem.

“Just believe in me. Believe in the man you’ve always followed.”

“Y-yes, sir!”

Feeling Yurio’s admiring gaze, I turned my thoughts to the upcoming special assignment.
I would end this pointless conflict here and now. I’d quickly establish our superiority and prove once and for all that swordsmanship reigns supreme.
And with this decisive victory, I would finally put an end to this nation’s long-standing feud with magic. The undeniable proof of swordsmanship’s superiority would settle everything.

–That’s what I thought at the time.