Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 13 Far Away Yet So Close at Hand

"Miss, excuse me... oh?! Sorry to bother you!"

As soon as the door opened, Furlyn slipped into the office with small steps. She took off her bent cap and was about to speak when she inadvertently caught a glimpse of bloodstains wrapped around two large white buns.

Yes, the deep and mysterious ravines are filled with a thought-provoking crimson. Looking at this spring morning when a lone man and woman spend a day together, one can easily understand the story behind it.

The naive young girl would naturally blush and cover her mouth, her noble upbringing preventing her from losing her composure and screaming; only her fiery orange eyes widened suddenly.

If it weren't for the slight trembling of her lips and her small hands clutching the brim of her hat, what Modie and Yvonne would have seen would probably not have been a non-still image.

"Oh dear, it seems you went too far! Don't do it again next time!"

The cunning old woman, of course, wouldn't let the opportunity slip by. With a flirtatious glance, a smirk, and a heart-fluttering gaze, she pounced on him with her voluptuous body, just as she had hoped.

Mao Die was extremely grateful that there was blood on her chest, otherwise her arm would definitely be embedded in those huge objects, and secondary blood loss would be inevitable.

"Hey, can't you be a little more serious in front of the students?"

Maodie pursed his lips helplessly, squinted at Yvonne, who was twisting and turning, and gently punched her on the forehead.

Hehe~

The old woman gave him a sly smile, and he immediately realized he had fallen into a trap.

What's the difference between your response just now and the playful banter between lovers?

What difference is there between Furlin, who is just watching with longing eyes, and a light bulb?

Yvonne had never beaten Furlyn in her previous life, but this time she started exceptionally strong, immediately going face-to-face with the "official wife" and unleashing her ultimate attack.

Oh no, she's going to steal the show!

"Um... Miss Dean, and... Professor Mao Die? I'm sorry to bother you, but I have something very important to ask you."

Just when he was about to be overwhelmed, his beloved Furlyn came to his rescue.

After much deliberation, the young girl finally mustered the courage to interrupt, her blush still fresh and the sweat on her face still faintly visible.

"What does little Furlin want to know?"

Since Mao Die voluntarily withdrew, the battle situation was temporarily taken over by the two women.

Yvonne smiles as she faces her enemies, while Furlyn is not to be underestimated.

"My Silvarie is with you, Miss Dean."

Although she was in a weak position, and it seemed that Yvonne had taken away her leading role in the previous life, she was unwilling to hand over Modie to others.

The thought that she dared to stand up to that manipulative old woman for him moved Mao Die deeply, especially when she shouted "Mine" with such unwavering determination.

Unfortunately, he couldn't reveal his identity right now and could only watch from the sidelines... Who is Chivalier, and what is his relationship with Maud?

"Your...Chivalry?"

Seeing that the other party's intentions were "ill," Yvonne frowned slightly, glanced tentatively at the seemingly composed Modie, and then nodded and smiled at her old rival.

The playfulness in her eyes had vanished, replaced by focused seriousness.

"Since he is your Sivarie, little Fullin should be looking for him in your dormitory. Why are you coming here?"

Mao Die gave him the look of a "naive boy looking at a bad woman".

That old woman is putting on an act again... Keep it up, Furlyn!

"I went to the city to order a cat house, and when I came back I found it was gone. I searched the whole academy but couldn't find it, so I had no choice but to come and bother you."

The young girl was neither humble nor arrogant, speaking calmly and slowly, greeting everyone with a smile, her eyes revealing a fighting spirit unique to women that was no less than that of her opponent.

Indeed, women should be left to be dealt with by other women...

"I heard you are very interested in my contracted Narukami. I also heard its voice downstairs, so I deduce that it may have been teleported here again."

If I'm wrong, I'm truly sorry for the offense, but I'm sure you'll understand how I feel as the host.

"Oh? Hehe..."

The atmosphere... seems a little off?

Mao Die sensed a hint of gunpowder; it seemed that if either side refused to back down, the unusually "sour" air in the room would explode.

One side looked completely confident, while the other smiled with a hidden dagger... Come on, it's only the second day! Even if a bloodbath is about to break out, please don't start it before he's about to do something big, okay?

But now Mao Die is an outsider. In order to avoid revealing his identity, to ensure the smooth implementation of the plan, and for the sake of his beloved Fu Erlin, he can only watch coldly from the sidelines.

"So, Miss Cecilia really likes that cat? Hmm... I didn't mean anything by it, I'm just quite touched by how much you care about him."

"So what if it is? It belongs to me and has shown me loyalty. Our meeting was destined, and the contract was our mutual choice. I have no choice but to accept it."

Wait, don't stir things up!

Mao Die was a little flustered, but she couldn't show it. Even with a bead of sweat on her forehead, she couldn't let her guard down when it came to her facial expressions.

His gaze darted back and forth between the two women, only occasionally shifting to a different subject, where he looked at the books piled high on the bookshelf against the wall and found the key to breaking the deadlock.

"Cough cough..."

He cleared his throat, making a thumping sound with his boots, and walked casually to the bookshelf.

The two women, who had been at odds, were drawn to his return to the game and both looked toward the bookshelf.

"Miss Yvonne, if I remember correctly, isn't my very first lecture about to begin?"

Mao Die didn't rush to pick out a book at random; instead, he browsed up, down, left, and right, searching for a treasure that could kill two birds with one stone or even three birds with one stone.

Firstly, he could leave under the pretext of giving a lecture, taking Furlyn with him and quelling the rivalry between the two women.

Secondly, find a book and use a staff as a pointer to prepare for teaching.

Thirdly, he was targeting Dean Heissen, a seemingly ambitious minor nobleman who was also his next target, whom he intended to work towards gradually.

"I'll take this one first. I won't need it for the lecture, but it'll still look good."

He pulled out an old book with a yellowed cover. The parchment was covered with red scribbles, which had faded somewhat with the passage of time.

"Magic Clear..."

To avoid any further trouble caused by black magic, and also to embellish the cover to make it appear genuine, Mao Die wiped off the red on it with his hand.

"Ah, whatever you want."

Yvonne smiled knowingly, while Furlyn couldn't understand the mystery behind it.

Because it was an absolutely forbidden book, a taboo scripture containing most of the black magic from ancient times to the present, noble ladies who believed in orthodox religions naturally could not see it.

Moreover, because he had completely covered up the red marks, the book looked no different from any other ordinary ancient book.

Before using it to raise gu and cast spells, it was visually inspected by Fulin first, which was very good.

"Miss Cecilia, aren't you going back to prepare for class? I'm a lecturer hired by the dean, after all, and I'll be very concerned about my pride during my first class, which is quite memorable."

"But……"

Because she couldn't find Modie who had run away and never returned, Furlyn looked troubled, but she stubbornly stayed where she was and didn't move.

She pursed her lips in grievance, looking so disappointed and dejected that she seemed about to cry at any moment, making Mao Die unable to force her any further.

"Go back first. Maybe he's waiting for you in class. Even if you can't see him, he'll be watching over you from the shadows. Don't underestimate your bond."

Mao Die took it upon himself to pull a white jade staff from the dean's desk drawer.

With a warm smile, he walked step by step toward the silent, head bowed, looking at her small hands fidgeting nervously with the brim of her hat.

"Miss Cecilia, I have heard about your situation and I am deeply sorry for what happened to you."

But rest assured, I am just an ordinary person. In my classroom, there is no class or privilege, only a lecturer's purest love for knowledge and students.

With his back to the squinting, arms crossed Ivinel, Modie bowed to his beloved girl with his hands behind his back, returning her an invitation in a way she was unaware of.

"So, my student, if you're worried because Narukami isn't around, how about I take on the responsibility of protecting you during this class?"

Of course, what the girl, whose eyes lit up, didn't know was—

The instructor, Modie, who was about to escort her back to class, was actually the very person she had been longing for, someone who was both far away and right before her eyes: the covenant god Shivalier.