Fatiah came to the communal cafeteria for dinner.
After that, her comrades, who had been watching from a distance, and their friends overheard her conversation with an elite during a sparring session.
“My arms are already sore…”
“Ahaha, poor you, Fatiah ♪”
“Hey, it’s not nice to laugh at Fatiah ♪?”
“You’re laughing too, you know.”
“Ah, you saw ♪”
“If you’re going to tease, go somewhere else ♪”
“Wouldn’t you want to tease her too? Seeing you talking to Sir Knight~ ♪? What did you talk about? Not a confession, right? You’re like us, Fatiah, money is more important than men~ ♪?”
Sandwiched between her two friends, Fatiah finished her light fried meal and nutritious vegetable soup.
“Hey, hey?”
“What really happened that the Knight came to ask about you?”
“Just ask the person over there, and they’ll tell you.”
“It’s going to cost money. We’re friends, aren’t we~? Tell us for free~.”
I’m too concerned to sleep today.
If I don’t get enough sleep, it’s bad for my skin~, she pleaded with Fatiah, but.
“I’m really tired.”
Well then, Fatiah headed to the communal cafeteria’s dish return corner.
She quickly left the communal cafeteria, having become the person of rumor.
Her destination was the women’s bathhouse, where she could work up a sweat.
*Creak.*
She opened the sliding door and entered the changing room.
“…That girl? Well, that…”
*Hush, hush.*
*Hush, hush.*
Here too, the women who had heard the rumors were comparing notes about Fatiah.
Fatiah quickly took off her sweat-soaked, dry shirt.
She unbuckled her shorts and tossed them into the laundry basket.
*Clatter.*
She opened the sliding door to the large bath.
She quickly washed her hair, body, and then soaked herself up to her neck in the hot spring.
“Fuhh~~~”
Relaxation.
The muscles in her body loosened.
Should I just sleep like this?
Fatiah enjoyed the bath.
When she stepped out into the changing room feeling refreshed, the women’s hushed voices again ruined her mood, making her feel disheartened.
“…………”
She put on her clothes from the laundry basket, minus her equipment.
Rayos, from the laundry basket, was openly staring at the other women, his gaze lingering on their bodies.
Fatiah hurried from the changing room to her room.
She immediately changed out of her training-soiled clothes.
“I want to go to the bathhouse again, but…”
She hated being whispered about.
〈Fatiah〉
But this situation is going to continue for a while, isn’t it?
〈Fatiah〉
Ah, I also have to create a report using the knife.
〈Fatiah〉
Dangerous, dangerous.
Forgetting a superior’s order, I’m really worn out today…
〈…………〉
………….
“It’s just auditory hallucination…”
〈Ignoring me since earlier, how arrogant for a Private First Class.〉
“Hiee――――”
The knife is really talking!?
“It’s a cursed kni….”
〈Who said it’s a cursed weapon! If you say that, I’ll really curse you?〉
“Hieee, I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please don’t curse me! I apologize!”
Fatiah apologized for ignoring the talking knife.
The knife claimed to be a legendary weapon from another world. It sounded suspicious, but she didn’t want to be cursed, so she believed it.
“Why was I chosen to be the owner of such a powerful weapon?”
〈Didn’t the Knight who brought me here tell you? Kisarabis, the top-ranked Magician, chose you… Fatiah.〉
He asked, “Aren’t you honored?”, but Fatiah didn’t respond.
Lacking eyes, he glinted his drawn blade and asked Fatiah what her reply was.
“Yes, I am honored.”
She had been saddled with something troublesome…
It was like being sent to the front lines.
Fatiah’s displeasure was evident.
Rayos cleared his throat and continued to talk to Fatiah, saying that she could get promoted if she became his master.
Fatiah = Tia = Foalute = Soldier.
Rayos succeeded in getting Fatiah’s full name.
He already knew it from the name field in the documents, but hearing it from her directly was the first step towards trust.
〈The middle name is cute.〉
“Thank you.”
Even if a knife praises me.
She used a combination of politeness and sincerity.
Fatiah asked for the knife’s name (maker’s mark), but was told that the owner could decide freely. She wasn’t told the name given by the previous owner.
“This is troublesome…”
Is a casual name okay? No. If I give too casual a name when submitting the report, I’ll be scolded = sent to the front lines.
“Hmmmmm?”
〈I expect a good name.〉
Rayos anticipates Fatiah’s sense in choosing a name.
In the meantime, it was lights out.
“The name will have to wait a little longer,” she decided, putting it aside.
Fatiah created a report on her impressions of the knife used today, thinking about her superior reading it and using abundant noble phrasing.
“This weapon is too much for me,” she reported.
With sleepiness and the sound of patrols approaching, she quickly slipped into bed.
“Goodnight…”
〈Indeed, goodnight. Sleep well.〉
Judging that Fatiah had fallen into a deep sleep, Rayos, similar to Aria, began massaging her erogenous zones to increase their sensitivity.
Rayos aimed for an unbalanced beauty, and massaged Fatiah’s double peaks (B-cup, leaning towards A-cup). He massaged them, continuously urging the peaks to produce more female hormones.
“There, you can become big-breasted. Keep it up, 6 more sets.”
*Rub, rub.*
*Squeeze, squeeze.*
The sound of Fatiah’s double peaks being massaged mingled with the sound of fabric rubbing and echoed throughout the room.
“Alright, you worked hard. Tomorrow night, it’s the same routine.”
Rayos re-possessed the knife and stored magic power within it.
It was child’s play to reach the knife’s maximum magic capacity.
This way, it could regenerate even if it melted again.
〈…I wish it were morning already?〉
Rayos stretched only his upper body and gazed out the window.
