Chapter 79: Ruins

Chapter 79: Ruins

"Really!?"

We were barely two hours into our journey, we were hungry so we ordered something to eat.

We chatted about things at the academy, among it came up a curiosity about beastmen that Evelyn told.

Apparently beastmen can relate in a physical way with humans, that is to say have hybrid children.

Just because they are a demi-human does not make them a kind of mutant human.

Leila comes from a clan where everyone except her is dead. The reason she has no sexual desire or urge to reproduce is due to two reasons.

The first is that she needs to be in her mating season, which makes her look like a dog. But she doesn't have one yet because of the second reason.

She hasn't matured enough, her mind is still that of a child or maybe she's too stupid to think about it, is what Evelyn was saying.

Looking at Yukihime, I've already done it with her, but she didn't need to be in mating season to do it. You mean she has more human DNA than mystic fox ones?

I say this because Yukihime told me that she comes from a lineage that is supposed to no longer exist, apparently her ancestors could become big foxes under the moonlight.

She can't since she doesn't seem to feel that need. Which implies that her genes are mixed with others.

Or so I think, I am very curious to see her become a giant nine-tailed fox. She would certainly make a powerful ally.

"Here's your food."

"I appreciate it."

In the next wagon they seem to have ordered luxurious food.

Over ten carts of food come out. Where the hell is the kitchen? And how the hell do they eat so much?

Looking at Christina, did those huge breasts grow from eating so much?

Since Lily eats so much too, should I see if she can grow her cleavage that size?

While eating my chicken burger, a certain curiosity came to my mind as I looked at Christina's face.

Doesn't she look a lot like Amy?

They almost look like sisters.

Elves must all be similar or related perhaps.

Meanwhile on the outskirts of the imperial capital were two people making an unexpected excursion.

One of them was a young, handsome boy with a face like cool personality just like his blue-green eyes. His silky ash-gray hair reached to his shoulders with a braid tied behind his ears.

He was one of the capture targets of this otome game. The candidate of choice to be the next sword saint, Lambert von Attley.

"I'm surprised you decided to join me. Thank you very much."

"There's nothing to thank. After all, what you said that night wasn't something to avoid not hearing."

"Still, thank you very much."

Beside him stood a beautiful older woman, her age hovering around 24th. The color of her hair was silver like the moon, reaching to her hips and a braid down the middle. Her eyes were a beautiful blue-green, but her cold, serious expression made her seem like a difficult woman to approach.

She was his aunt, Clarice von Attley.

Two days ago, at the classic Attley family dinner.

Clarice after finishing dinner said.

"Tomorrow I will go to the newly discovered ruins just outside the capital. I'll be back before school starts."

Her older brother, Bernard the head of the house, always treated Clarice like a child as did his father. They didn't want anything to happen to her, for the simple fact that she was a woman.

"Don't talk nonsense Clarice!"

"I heard that all the investigators are gathered now looking for that vermin Olgren who murdered the second prince. You think I'll let you go alone? You don't even know how to use a sword!"

She was annoyed.

"Nii-sama. I'm a grown woman, I'm of age and you're under no obligation to order me around like father did."

"I worry about you because I'm your older brother. What if there are monsters in that place? Haven't you ever thought about what would happen if you got trapped inside?"

As rude as it sounded, her older brother was right.

Clarice herself knew it, but her desire was to investigate those newly discovered ruins.

It was her duty as a former member of the Ministry of Magic to make sure that whatever was inside would not be risky or harmful to the capital.

Her sister-in-law said to her.

"Clarice-san, can't you take knights with you?"

"I'm very sorry sister-in-law. But I can't. Everyone is busy now."

Her sister-in-law put her hand to her cheek, she said to her husband.

"Darling, you know she is foolish like you, what shall we do?"

He annoyed said.

"Obviously I won't allow it. I won't risk my sister's life for her hobby."

"I'll go. I have nothing to do."

The eyes of all the relatives at the table focused on someone who normally doesn't speak. Even the servants were surprised by that fact.

It was Lambert who said it while wiping his mouth.

"There's nothing to thank, it's normal for me to do so since you're my aunt."

"No, thank you for that day."

Clarice smiled at him in a very warm, motherly way.

"I was surprised that you stood up for me."

"I feel like you've opened up more to people, I'm so glad you've changed. You used to be cold and didn't care about anything other than His Highness Regulux."

Lambert looked at her as he threw more notebooks with notes into the campfire.

"There's nothing to be thankful for. I just thought it would be annoying to have nothing to do. His Highness and the others are busy."

Lambert remembered what the other capture targets were doing.

Starting with the goofiest of them all, Jake said "I'll use this time to give modifications to my super-secret weapon".

The most idiotic and muscular of them all, Bellange exclaimed "I didn't do anything during what happened in the War Game. I'll train hard to make up for lost time!".

The female-faced magic expert, Oscar added "I wasn't much help during the fight on board. That's why I'll use this time off to practice my magic".

And finally, the main capture target, Regulux added "Sorry Lambert, I have the flu, I stayed up too late and now I caught a cold, I'll be in bed for a long time."

If Razel had heard that, no doubt he would have said "What a useless prince you are".

But, even so, Lambert thought only of himself.

"I want to better myself. I don't want to lose again."

Clarice saw a fire of determination in his eyes, she smiled and said to him.

"Ufufu. Who did you lose against to be this determined?"

"It was against Razel Bartlet, the future Duke of Rosenberg Household."

Clarice's smile erased and her expression turned serious, she was a bit shocked.

"... Huh? R-Razel... you say?"

"That's right. That's the man who beat me up on the day of the duel. After that I saw him in the lawless city fighting someone who generated tremors, even on the day of the school festival I could see a monstrous shadow on him."

"He is not someone normal. I thought he was just a background character because he doesn't give the feeling of standing out, but now I know he pretends to be one."

"That guy certainly hides his powers. I can say without exaggeration that what Bellange told about him defeating those shadows sent by Olgren is undoubtedly real."

"Even the current sword saints I don't have a lock on them like I have on him."

"If I want to one day ask him for revenge to regain the confidence in my abilities that I lost, I must be stronger than him."

"... Aunt? What's wrong with you, is your face red?"

Clarice hearing Razel's name made her blush as she remembered the obscene things she has done.

She was a well-groomed woman with her chastity intact but her mouth and eyes have been contaminated in such a way that she generated a desire for male contact.

Even her plain underwear has been changed into the clothes of a grown woman who is not afraid to expose herself.

In the evenings, from time to time, she likes to touch a certain place while remembering what she did with her mouth.

The verbal, auditory and visual stimulation of what she saw that day only generated a desire in her that will not be quenched.

Clarice wanted no, craved to have sex.

And the man she most wanted to do it with was Razel.

She didn't want to remember that, so she said to Lambert.

"G-G-Good night!"

She covered herself and turned around.

Lambert looked at her and didn't think anything of it.

The only thing he did give his full attention to was a strange drawing.

He couldn't read the written language, but the signs and shapes that it was dangerous were obvious.

It was in the shape of a strange worm, looking amorphous, with small, long arms that twisted all the way to the ground.

With a mouth tilted to one side, with many spiny membranes around it.

Despite not knowing what it was saying, Lambert could see that it meant fear.

If he could read what it said, there, they would have run away instantly, and the text translated into their language read.

"Danger imminent."

"Destroy at all costs."

"Escaped from secret facility and is extremely dangerous."

So they didn't need to be alert.

The next morning, they resumed their journey.

Of course, Lambert had to rest, Clarice told him to do so.

Seeing her nephew sleeping peacefully, she used that opportunity to touch a bean.

She couldn't hold it in.

(I want to get this over with now.)

Clarice deep down, she had already fallen for Razel, it was only a matter of time before she exploded.