At night, in the inn’s women’s bathhouse, Milora, who had been sweating all day, was washing her body.
She always bathed casually and hadn’t brought the skincare magic potion Torina had given her.
She couldn’t help but examine her body in the mirror.
After being dragged to beauty salons by Torina a few times, the calluses and dead skin from her childhood of hard labor had been removed, and her skin, treated with the best potions, had returned to its natural fairness.
Her silver hair… probably inherited from her father’s noble bloodline? After multiple treatments, it shone brilliantly.
While changing clothes in the dressing area, she felt many gazes and heard whispers like “Who is that girl?”
“So pretty,”
“I want to hug her,” which left her with mixed feelings.
She imagined her future self as a weathered, strong figure in tight clothes, like the lone heroes in stories, not a delicate, fair-skinned, beautiful silver-haired doll.
But… unexpectedly, it didn’t feel so bad?
[She’s already succeeded, comfort has made you soft, Milora Sistema] The system spoke up at this moment.
“I haven’t… I know what I’m doing! But… I owe her, so I…” Milora’s rebuttal was clearly lacking confidence.
[Do I need to tell you what my era was like? The weak are fodder, the strong are enemies, and only one can stand at the top, so don’t be swayed by so-called justice and emotions! The one who wins in the end is always the most ruthless!]
“I-I know! So I—”
“Hey, are you here to bathe too?”
“!!”
Just then, Torina arrived.
Her hair was damp and shiny from the steam, her skin even whiter than Milora’s was covered in fine droplets, and her impressive feminine figure was unashamedly prominent.
Her waist was as slim as Milora’s, but her bust and hips were on a whole different level… Is this really a seventeen-year-old’s body? What did she eat to develop like this?
To Torina, Milora was also quite a sight.
Her silver hair was wrapped in a towel, but her fair skin looked even more enticing in the steam, and her slender, delicate body made one want to hold her tightly.
Her moderately sized features were full of youthful vitality, and her smooth calves were… ahem, can’t look anymore, she’s not even sixteen yet, this is a crime, a crime.
What? In another world, you can marry at fourteen? Great! Thank you, other world!
“Let’s bathe together? I’ll help you wash your hair.”
“N-No need! And cover yourself! You’re completely exposed!”
“We’re both girls, what’s there to worry about? Come on, don’t be shy~”
“Wait—”
Torina approached step by step, and Milora retreated step by step until she was cornered against the bathhouse wall with nowhere to escape.
Torina used her height advantage to block all her escape routes.
“W-What are you going to do?”
“Heh, what do you think I’m going to do?”
Torina lifted her beautiful black hair, lowered her head, and slowly approached Milora’s face.
The latter trembled slightly, watching her lips draw near, her body frozen as if enchanted by her mesmerizing beauty—
“Gah, ugh…”
“…Huh?”
At this moment, Torina suddenly stopped.
She put her hand in her mouth and used her fingers to gag herself.
“Ugh, ugh, ugh…”
“What are you doing…?”
“Ugh, ugh, ugh… ugh… hey!”
She suddenly pulled her hand out of her mouth, along with an entire bouquet of roses.
“Ta-da~ Look!”
She bowed like a magician and very gentlemanly offered the saliva-covered bouquet to Milora.
“…What are you doing?”
“Deville family secret little magic trick~♪”
“Performing magic to make girls happy”—this was a trick from her past life’s memory of how boys wooed girls in the last century, and she finally had a chance to try it in this life.
What a perfect magic trick.
“For you!”
“…………”
Milora looked at the saliva-covered, unsure if it was vibrant or wilted, bouquet of roses with a troubled expression, hesitated for a moment, then carefully pinched the stem with her thumb and forefinger.
It felt sticky.
It smelled fragrant.
Was the fragrance from the roses or her saliva? Thinking about it like that was a bit… disgusting.
Is this some new kind of harassment tactic in the women’s bathhouse!?
As for the other women bathing and witnessing this scene—
(What kind of play is this?)(It’s kind of gross…)(They’re really playing with flowers…)(They seem to be from the Moonlight Adventure Group)(What’s that, an aluminum club?)(This is a public place…)(I know that leader, not an ordinary person)(Seems like a super carnivorous female contact)
Torina unknowingly gained another strange title.
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Ten minutes later, both of them were soaking in the bath.
Torina was happily enjoying the pleasure of bathing with a beautiful girl, while Milora’s ears were completely red.
At this moment, Torina casually asked—
“Why were you so stubborn about not practicing other sword techniques before?”
“Huh? Well, I explained it to you, didn’t I?”
“I’m just curious who taught you this sword technique.
It couldn’t have been self-taught, right?”
“…………I have a ‘friend’ who taught me.”
“Is it trustworthy?”
“Of course it is.”
Milora answered immediately.
When she was lonely and lost, it was the system she found that pointed her in the right direction; when she wanted to achieve great things, it was the system that helped her plan.
The system was her only companion and her most reliable guide, so of course, she trusted it, and she could only trust it.
“…So, what else did your friend teach you?”
“That’s none of your business…”
“Where is that friend now? Can I meet them?”
“That’s… not convenient, it’s my old… uh… childhood friend? Yes, childhood friend!”
“‘Childhood friend’? Hmm… can you add me too? You can never have too many friends, let me be your friend too.”
“But…”
“I told you, the things you haven’t experienced, the joys you haven’t known, I’ll teach you one by one.
If you’re eager to become stronger, I also have ample funds to support you.”
“…I don’t understand, I really don’t understand.
Didn’t you dislike me before? Why did your attitude change so quickly? Why are you being so nice to me?”
“The world is changing, and so am I.
After narrowly escaping death due to negligence, I thought a lot.
I believe we should cherish life more, not just our own, but others’ lives too, to make the world a better place.”
“Such a noble reason…”
It sounded so exaggerated that it didn’t even seem fake.
“So, can we completely reconcile? If you still feel it’s not enough, I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you.
I just hope you can understand my intentions.”
“…………Don’t rush, I never said I trust you yet.”
Milora hurriedly got out of the bath, wrapped herself in a towel, and left.
It was almost like she was escaping.
Because she knew that the word “friend” was too tempting for someone like her, who had been solitary since childhood.
If she continued listening to that woman, she would definitely waver—
