I Have been Reincarnated As a Lazy, Arrogant Noble, but When I Destroyed The Scenario Through Effort, I Became The Most Powerful With Extraordinary Magical Power - 4

004 Milch Abista Sensei

“Exceeding your limits is the first step. Do it until you literally die.”

“Yes!”

Milch Abista Sensei remained as strict as ever. By the way, that’s her catchphrase, and she means it seriously.

In the end, both swordsmanship and magic were taught by the same sensei, so I began learning both efficiently.

Although swordsmanship training was tough and I asked for gentleness in magic, during the latter, I can get a single “pat” if I faint. Lately, my new hobby is to endure without losing consciousness until I enjoy that “pat.”

I wonder if I’m awake? Am I okay?

“Oh… my consciousness…”

“Two hours, you lasted quite a bit.”

I collapse onto the ground again, but I desperately grit my teeth to savor the sensation of the palm of my hand, then lose consciousness shortly afterward.

The same training was repeated every day.

Running, strength training, and raising my magical power until I faint.

Time passed quickly, and half a year went by.

But even so, Lillith continued to support me faithfully.

How endearing she is.

She listens to even the smallest of stories and is filled with consideration.

And she smells really nice. She has a delicate physique, her arms are very slender, and her bones seem like they could break easily. I have to get stronger to protect her.

She didn’t appear much in the original story, but I think I heard about some background details.

Perhaps she’s frail, or maybe she’s saving money for her family, or she might even be a princess from somewhere.

And significant changes appeared in my status as well.

Name: Weiss Vincent
Race: Human, Male
Age: 15
Occupation: Noble Trainee
Level: 2 ⇒ 4
Health: 60 ⇒ 120 ⇒ 300
Magic: 20 ⇒ 1200
Unique Skills: Binding Play Lv. 2, Light Heal Lv. 1, New: Presence Detection Lv. 1, Stealth Lv. 1, Magic Manipulation Lv. 2
Titles: Expert in Boneless Ham, Butler Charmer, New Hard Worker

A clear rise can be seen.

There’s a vast difference in health and magic compared to the beginning.

Or rather, isn’t this magic power at the level of the middle stages if we consider the original story?

Before, when I started training in the morning, I was exhausted by noon, but now I notice that the day is ending.

I probably learned Presence Detection because Lillith is always by my side. I think I learned Stealth from Milch Sensei because I needed to hide or escape.

But what’s the point of the title “Hard Worker” anyway…

“However, it’s quite surprising. Weiss, you have considerable potential… No, you might be a once-in-a-century talent.”

“Huh? Once-in-a-century?”

One day, Milch Sensei suddenly said that. I’ve never been praised before, so I was perplexed in reverse.

I thought she might slap me right after I got happy, but apparently, she’s not that much of a sadist.

“If I concentrate, I can somewhat grasp the amount of magical power. I’ve seen many warriors and mages until now, but your growth… it’s not normal.”

There’s no definite appraisal skill in this world. However, it seems you can do something similar based on experience.

I thought the same thing myself many times, but it’s still reassuring to hear it.

I didn’t remember the game’s exact numerical values, but my memory seems to be accurate.

“…Nevertheless, your tasks remain unchanged.”

“R-right…”

I hoped I could slack off a bit, but that wasn’t the case.

But that’s okay. I’m working hard to change my fate.

And then, a few more months passed, and there were significant changes.

Basic training remained the same, but practical combat training was finally introduced.

I initially thought it might be just practice swings, but it was a simulated battle against Milch Sensei from the start.

“You still have a long way to go, full of openings.”

“Ehhhh!”

A powerful strike hit my side. She says she’s going easy on me, but it hurts enough to make me writhe.

Milch Abista’s Perspective

The line between just barely surviving and thinking you’re dead has been crossed countless times…

“Listen, Weiss, think of training as practice. Battle is like a brawl. What do you think is the most important thing?”

“Well… looking at the opponent’s mana and form――”

A strike to the side, Milch Abista Sensei shows through actions rather than words.

But I get it.

――Initiative is key.

“Guu… I-it hurts… Should I do it before getting hit?”

“Exactly. I won’t tell you to become impatient, but the first strike is more important than any attack. Even a master of magic, if shot before perfecting magic defense, will die. Even a master of combat, if caught off guard and their neck is snapped, will die.”

What she’s saying is logical, but it’s not easy.

Could we talk it out instead…? Probably not.

“You won’t fully understand this just by talking about it. We’ll do a practical test when you’re ready.”

“And what’s a practical test…?”

“Just look forward to it.”

Milch Sensei smiles slyly. It’s the first time I’ve seen her look so delighted.

It’s scary and makes my body shiver, but there’s no way she’ll go easy on me for something like that.

I gather my resolve and stand up, and she smiles again.

“That’s the way, Weiss. The thing I like most about you is your determination. Even for someone with potential, it’s not easy to train that.”

“Haha, thank you.”

I can’t say, “I’m desperately doing my best knowing that she can punch holes in my entire body.”

After a few hours of simulated training, just as I thought it might finally be over――

“After practicing magic, it’s time to spar again.”

“Seriously…”

But Lillith is cheering for me from behind.

I always thought she might be skipping her maid duties, but it seems she’s managing both properly.

Everyone is so capable…

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Milch Abista – side

I took on this request out of boredom.

I easily reached S-rank as an adventurer.

I was the captain of a certain kingdom’s knight order, but it wasn’t particularly interesting.

My prime has already passed.

If I were in my teens now, I wouldn’t have stayed in one territory, I would have traveled the world.

But reality is harsh. One of the things I regret most in my life is being a woman.

No matter how much I train my magical power, there are limits to physical strength.

At that time, I received a message from my old acquaintance, Butler Zebis.

He wanted me to train a certain noble’s eldest son.

I immediately knew who it was.

The despicable trash noble, Weiss Vincent.

I heard he enjoys tormenting the weak and finds pleasure in humiliating slaves.

I’ve even heard of some slaves turning up dead and being discreetly disposed of.

The rumors from the subjects were the worst.

Normally, I wouldn’t bother with such people, but the payment was unexpectedly high and Zebis insisted.

It was bothersome, but I thought I’d just go along with it and get paid.

After all, this guy probably just got a little excited before enrolling and will soon get bored.

But… I was wrong.

“I’m Milch Abista. I’ll be in your care from now on.”

“My name is Weiss Vincent. Milch-sensei, please take care of me starting today. Also, could you please not use honorifics? Please be thoroughly strict. I won’t need any mercy.”

A supposed noble replied to me politely and then said this right off the bat.

Do you even realize what you’re saying? I almost blurted that out.

It seems a bit different from the rumors, but I’m a professional. I’ll meet their requests.

From that day on, I began to instruct Weiss.

Swordsmanship isn’t something that can be grasped immediately. First comes determination, then the ability to strive in the right direction… I wanted to assess whether he could do that.

However, to my surprise, Weiss followed my words faithfully, without missing a beat.

He didn’t impatiently ask to be taught flashy swordsmanship; he simply worked hard on basic training, pouring sweat, without a single complaint.

While he probably thinks otherwise deep down, his appearance is quite different from the rumors.

And not only did he follow my instructions, but he also learned correct knowledge on his own, took action, and diligently honed his skills.

As time went on, I found it enjoyable to nurture Weiss.

One reason is likely his extraordinary growth rate.

Sometimes, when I spar with him, it feels like I’m facing a seasoned warrior.

He’s surpassed the magic power I initially estimated within a matter of weeks and is now on par with first-rate adventurers.

No matter how many flashy skills you learn, they’re meaningless if you can’t hit your target, and high-level magic consumes a tremendous amount of magic power.

In battle, the number of attacks is everything. Weiss understands this, and he trains his magic power relentlessly to improve.

There was a time when I heard someone badmouthing Weiss and I inadvertently spoke up.

“He’s not that kind of person”――and then I realized.

I don’t see him as just a teacher and student relationship anymore; I’ve come to think of Weiss as my own successor.

Of course, I’d never say something like that to him, even if I were to die.

But he’s so different from the rumors, almost too good-natured.

In the battlefield, however, that doesn’t necessarily lead to the best outcome.

The word “cowardice” is a compliment on the battlefield.

I’ll teach him.

I’ll pound everything I’ve cultivated into Weiss.

“Sensei, I can’t… go on any longer.”

As I ponder such thoughts, Weiss collapses as his magic power reaches zero.

Well, magic class is supposed to be gentle, after all.

“There, there.”

But I don’t mind patting my adorable disciple on the head.

His sleeping face is quite cute.

But Lillith, I sense your killing intent.

If I were to lay a hand on him, you wouldn’t stay silent.

Nevertheless, I don’t intend to back down that easily.

Because, you see, I’ve come to like Weiss too.

I might be a warrior, but I haven’t discarded my woman’s heart.

Seeing him grow as a man and making him mine isn’t a bad prospect.

However, training is a different matter.

At this rate, I should be able to conduct the practical test in a few months without any problems.

Weiss, I like you.

Please, don’t die on me.