“What, what, what should we do?!!!”
“What, what, what?”
Huh? What? What’s going on?
“Be quiet! Can’t you at least act a little apologetic?!”
At the Klein family mansion, Francis scolds me.
I’m sitting on an expensive sofa I took from Francis, legs crossed, while she stands in front of me, puffing out her chest in an effort to look bigger.
“Come on now, don’t get mad, Fran-chan.”
I push Francis down onto the sofa and lean over her.
“Kyah?! Hey, wait!”
“Mm, Fran-chan, you smell really nice lately. Must be because I’ve been making sure you get a proper wash, huh?”
“N-No! This kind of thing… needs to be done in a more proper atmosphere! And we need to call witnesses to ensure the legitimacy of our children’s bloodline…!”
Hah, she’s saying something medieval again.
“Are you saying we have to do it while being watched? Should we do it outside?”
“T-That’s not what I meant! I’m talking about noble responsibilities!”
Oh, she’s so cute.
I hug Francis and take a nap with her…
After napping with me, Francis calms down.
“You know, mages are the strength of the nation. It’s a problem if their numbers are greatly reduced. Do you understand?”
“It’s fine. Even if this country falls, I’ll make sure you get away safely. We could move to Proxia together.”
“I’d prefer to live in this country! Please, Fran-chan’s request!”
Oh, there it is! Fran-chan’s request.
“If it’s Fran-chan’s request, I guess I have no choice. I won’t destroy this country until after you graduate from school.”
Because it’s Fran-chan’s request, right?
“Actually, I’d rather you not destroy it at all…”
“Nah, we have to deal with anyone who comes at us.”
Now then.
I’ll head to school right away.
Oh, apparently Gomi Proby has dropped out. Francis told me.
How sad.
When I arrive at the school gate…
There’s an Asian-looking girl with black hair in a ponytail—the one who used wind magic (or something) during the entrance exam—waiting for me.
She’s standing there with a headband, exuding a strange aura…
Scary… I’ll avoid her.
“Stop right there!”
Whoa… she talked to me.
“I am Yuki! Yuki Zangetsu! I wish to duel you, Exus Rayvan!”
Duel… seriously?
“Why? Are you avenging Gomi Proby?”
“Gomi… Proby? Do you mean the student council president? I don’t care about that guy. Picking a fight with someone you can’t beat out of naive righteousness is foolish.”
Oh, nice.
She’s more aligned with my way of thinking.
“Then why are you picking a fight with me?”
A natural question.
“Your sorcery… I couldn’t see through it. This is the first time I’ve faced someone I can’t envision a way to beat.”
“Hmm.”
“You declared at the entrance ceremony that you would form a corps, did you not?”
“Hmm?”
I didn’t, though…?
Did she interpret “secret society” as “corps” because she didn’t understand the concept?
Well, if that’s how she sees it…
“I want to join your secret society, or corps. But first, I need to prove my strength!”
“Eh…”
A Sengoku warlord, huh?
Even when surrendering, they had to show their strength first? Something like that?
Uh, it’d be easier if she just complied…
Oh well.
I’ll forgive her because she’s pretty.
Since there’s hardly any performance difference between people in this world, I might as well choose based on looks.
“I won’t win, but if I do, I’ll stand above you. If I lose, you can do whatever you want with me.”
Hmm? Did she just say “anything”?
“Great, now I’m motivated.”
Non-lethal magic… Bam!
From the reflection on yesterday’s duel commotion, I created non-lethal magic to neutralize opponents.
I just pulled the source code from telekinesis magic used for construction, but it should be enough to hold a person down.
“Alright then… here I come! ‘Pop Kazekiri Output Trace Weapon!’ Haaa!”
Oh, well, her body movements are good, aren’t they?
I don’t know the details, but she’s pretty fast.
I guess this is what they call martial arts.
So, she swung her sword at my shoulder, and I grabbed it and crushed it with my hand.
Her sword had a green quantum force field, but it was nullified by my auto-dispel.
Magic in this world is like directly inputting command lines, so you can interfere as much as you want by injecting junk data, inserting intentional infinite loops, or altering stored data. There’s no concept of a firewall here.
Also, the sharpness of the blade is nullified by my barrier, and my data volume (magic power) is overwhelmingly superior, and my physical abilities are higher. This kind of blade can’t even scratch my thin skin.
So, with simple finger strength, I snap her sword.
“What…?!”
And then…
“Kneel.”
I press down on her with a force field from above. It’s an earth-leveling spell for construction.
“Pbft.”
The samurai girl… Yuki, is slammed hard into the ground.
“Urgh, gah…”
She tries to stand, but my force field pins her down, leaving her in a prostrated position.
“I surrender…”
I release the force field.
As Yuki tries to stand up, holding her nosebleed-covered face, I cast 《Repair Magic》 on her.
Yes, my own healing magic.
It references past data of the being and overwrites the current damaged information…
In essence, it can even bring the dead back to life.
I’ve already succeeded in human experiments on some bandits, so it’s a safe technique.
Issues of personal identity? I don’t care about that, I’m a programmer, talk to a philosopher about that.
Then I use a cleaning spell to remove the blood and take her hand to help her stand.
“Th-Thank you…”
And as Yuki tries to say something, I pull her into a tight embrace and steal her lips.
“Mmm…?!”
“You said you’d do anything if I won, right? Then become mine.”
“O-Okay, I… I am yours.”
Yuki blushes and lightly clings to me.
Got her.
