A Swordsman and a Mage, Sworn Enemies, Accidentally Crossed a Line and Discovered Their Bodies Were Perfectly Compatible. - Chapter 12

-This world exists entirely for my sake.

That was the reality, Lalael Magnolia, who had lived for fourteen years, firmly believed.
Looking back on her life, she could scarcely recall a time when things hadn’t gone exactly as she wished.
The moment Lalael expressed a desire, those around her would scramble to fulfill it, as if trying to curry favor.
Her mother, her father, and everyone moved like her servants.
Only her elder sister refused to bend to Lalael’s will, but that was a mere trifle. In the end, she was nothing more than an inferior, and if she continued to obstruct Lalael, she would simply be crushed.
Lalael, who prided herself on being a genius destined to rewrite the history of magic, never doubted that she was the protagonist of this world.
It was an extraordinarily arrogant belief, but she possessed the power to justify it.
Despite being only in her early teens, Lalael had skipped grades to reach the advanced division, where even the older students were no match for her.

“W-what the hell are you?!”

Swordsman Yurio Adelkas shouted, sprawled on his rear in an undignified heap.

“Huh? You don’t know who I am?”

“I-I know who you are… but that’s not what I meant!”

“Oh? Then what did you mean?”

Lalael Magnolia, a girl, stood over Yurio, her laughter mocking as she gazed down at him.
Several other swordsmen lay scattered around, all battered and bruised.
These swordsmen, including Yurio, were by no means weak. They were talented young men destined to shape the nation’s future.
Yet even Yurio couldn’t land a single scratch on Lalael, who was three years his junior.

“I’m asking what you’re planning!”

“Don’t you get it? I was thinking of making this room my break room. So I got rid of the annoying swordsmen. That’s all.”

“Don’t talk nonsense!”

Yurio snapped at her absurd and selfish explanation, but Lalael tilted her head as if she couldn’t comprehend his anger.

“Why? I said I want it, didn’t I? You should just hand it over.”

“This is our Fighting Spirit Research Club room! We got permission from the school, so it’s not yours!”

“Hmm. Why are you making such a fuss when I said I want it?”

Lalael still didn’t understand.
If she wanted something, it was hers by right, and everyone around her should do everything to please her.
Therefore, Lalael declared Yurio an enemy. Deciding further conversation was pointless, she resolved to eliminate him.

“Whatever. Just get out of here, you weakling.”

“Wha—”

Lalael summoned electricity to both hands, amplifying it to its limit.
The refinement of her magic was far beyond what a student should boast.
That merciless power was unleashed upon Yurio, leaving him no time to escape.

“Bye-bye, loser~♡”

With a gleeful smile, Lalael unleashed the lightning strike upon Yurio.
A direct hit from that lightning strike would have caused severe injuries. Paralyzed by terror, Yurio couldn’t move.

“What kind of education did you even get?!”

Elvin intervened at the last moment, shattering the lightning into sparks.

“Oh, it’s Mr. Elvin.”

“Mr. Elvin! T-thank you for saving me!”

“Yeah, I heard Lalael was causing trouble and came to check it out. This kid’s a real menace.”

Elvin spat out the words.
Anyone with a proper education would never use magic to force their whims on others.
Could this be the monster born from being spoiled and having every whim indulged due to her genius?

“Mr. Elvin, you’re getting in my way.”

“Of course I am. I’ll be lodging a complaint with Remietta too.”

“Eeeh? If you do that, my sister will get angry. Then I’ll want to crush you.”

“Tch… This has gone beyond childish games.”
A failed upbringing—that phrase perfectly described Lalael.
If the adults couldn’t provide proper education due to her talent, Elvin sighed,

“Then I guess it’s up to me.”

“Well, I’d already decided. Lalael, let’s crush you first and break that arrogant nose of yours.”

“Oh? Spouting such nonsense? Fine, I’ll crush you instead, Mr. Elvin.”

Lalael’s face twisted into a devilish grin at Elvin’s declaration. It was the kind of smile that never doubted victory, relishing the prospect of crushing any obstacle that dared stand in her way.

“Not here. Let’s do it at the Academy training grounds in a week.”

“Mm-hmm. We should invite a big crowd. Everyone needs to see you groveling on the floor, Mr. Elvin.”

“Right. And everyone needs to see you crying and begging for mercy in front of the masses.”

“…………You’re so cocky.”

With that, Lalael brushed past Elvin.

“I’m looking forward to next week. If you run, I’ll tell everyone you’re a Reinebell coward!”

“Don’t you run either.”

Lalael laughed until the very end.
She was probably imagining how she would crush the reckless Elvin. This was both her fantasy and a reality that would surely come to pass.
Lalael had the power to make it happen, which was why she had grown so arrogant.

“Lala!”

A few minutes later, Remietta rushed into the room.
Yurio and the others’ sharp gazes focused on Remietta as she burst in, panting.

“You’re Remietta! What are you doing here? Do you even know what your sister did to us?!”

“Yes, and I’ve come to stop her.”

“Too late! How could you let such a nonsensical monster run wild?!”

“Hey, take it easy, Yurio. It’s not entirely Remietta’s fault.”

Elvin calmly soothed the agitated Yurio and the others.
It’s unfair to place the blame for Lalael’s arrogance solely on Remietta, just because she’s her older sister. Considering Remietta is the only one who ever scolds Lalael, you could even argue she bears no responsibility at all.

“No, it’s my failure to supervise her properly. I apologize for that.”

“W-what’s with you?”

Yurio and the others, who had expected Remietta to argue back, were taken aback by her sincere apology.

“Remietta’s reasonable. You guys shouldn’t hate her so much.”

“Mr. Elvin…”

Yurio and the others fell silent at his words, while Remietta tried to steer the conversation forward.

“So, where’s Lala?”

“We’ve settled things for now. We’re going to duel next time.”

“W-what?! You’re dueling that girl?! You’ll lose!”

Remietta’s voice rose sharply at this. Despite knowing full well how strong Elvin is, she shook her head, convinced he couldn’t win.

“Well, there’s no doubt it’ll be a tough battle,”

Elvin said, implicitly acknowledging the challenge.

“What’s your plan?”

“I have an idea. Let’s talk about it later.”

Lalael was a genius of the century, a talent that likely surpassed even Elvin’s own.
Yet Elvin was undoubtedly the Reinebell Family’s greatest swordsman.
He accurately assessed Lalael’s power and was already formulating a strategy to win in his mind.

“This is actually an opportunity.”

Elvin said, a confident smile spreading across his face.

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For a long, long time, I had been pondering:
What was the true meaning behind the conflict between swordsmen and mages? How could it be brought to an end?
While the Tein Cassina incident had been a major catalyst, that was already ten years ago.
I had been searching for a way to end this conflict ever since.
Was it after I started sleeping with Remietta? Or when I realized this conflict was pointless? Or perhaps even earlier?
I can’t be sure, but there’s no doubt I’m at a major turning point now.
Lalael Magnolia’s existence is the catalyst.

“Haa, haa♡ That’s a bit intense.”

“Is that so? Should I take it easier?”

“Please do. I’m exhausted from coming so hard.”

Today, in our secret room, we’re entwined again.
Remietta is straddling me as I sit on the edge of the bed, having s3x in the so-called cowgirl position.
We’ve already finished three rounds, and this slow, languid s3x is meant as a brief respite.
Both of us are quite tired, so we move little, even managing to hold a conversation.

“So, are you sure about the duel with Lalael?”

“No problem. I trust you completely.”

“I see…”

Remietta buries her face in the crook of my neck.

“I failed to guide her properly. I was jealous, pushed her away, and never truly faced her. I regret that.”

“…Even if I tell you it’s not your fault, you’ll still feel responsible, won’t you? That’s just the kind of person you are.”

It was precisely because Remietta was this kind of person that the mages followed her.
While Lalael ruled through fear, Remietta commanded through charisma and genuine respect. No matter how great one’s magical talent, Remietta was the one truly fit to lead.

“All I can do is crush her. Shatter her pride and finally make her taste defeat. After that, I’m counting on you.”

“…Yes. That’s my role.”

Remietta said this and hugged me tightly.

“Don’t worry. I’ll handle it. My own goals lie beyond this.”

“…What drives you to go so far?”

“Now, what could it be?”

I tried to brush it off with a joke, but Remietta knew exactly what I meant.
We simply weren’t the type to be completely honest with each other.

“You really seem to like me.”

“Ha! Your ego’s so inflated it’s comical… That’s a line you often use, isn’t it?”

“…Stop trying to change the subject, you idiot.”

I hugged Remietta back tightly as she clung to me.
Then, I quickened my movements slightly and poured my seed into her womb with a wet, squelching sound.

“It’s hot… But if everything really goes well, and you beg me on your knees… I might consider marrying you.”

“Don’t say that!”

We never crossed that final line with words.
But we shared the same unspoken feeling.
When had this feeling taken root?
We’d only slept together recently… No, that wasn’t right. Something felt different.
It was as if this feeling had been there all along, since long, long ago.