The Son of a Corrupt Lord Doesn't Want to Become a 'Saint'! V1C7
Stage 1-7: Always Be By Your Side
In this world, there are beings called spirits that cannot be seen by the naked eye.
By giving Mana to spirits, they can exert their power and cause supernatural phenomena – that is magic.
However, not
everyone is capable of activating these powers. A person’s magical aptitude
depends on whether they possess the right kind of magic power that the spirits
can respond to, just like feeding them their favorite food.
Unfortunately,
I have no such aptitude for magic. For spirits, I’m like poison, and when I try
to activate their powers, they become tormented, and the magic fizzles out.
To
compensate, I created a secret technique called “Magic Funeral—Delete” which
can cancel the activation of magic by interfering with the supplied magic
power.
“That should
do it...”
I tied up Ruark
and his friends using the uniforms they were wearing, rendering them immobile.
All that’s
left is to submit the photo to the academy, and they will be expelled and
become the laughing stock forever.
They will
never appear on stage again.
I’ll buy any
fight they’ve been sold with all my might. Even if I have to use the power of
the Vellet family to crush them.
But for now,
my priority is Riche.
“Is there
anything wrong with your body?”
“...”
When I spoke,
Riche trembled and shuddered.
This reaction
is inevitable.
I was called
incompetent by her.
It’s only
natural that she feels guilty.
“Um, I... I
said something terrible to Vellet-sama...”
Unfortunately,
I am burdened by a sense of guilt that plagues me constantly.
Riche seems
to have terrible luck with men, as her only options are me or Ruark.
However, I
refuse to hold back for that reason and instead choose to manipulate her by
pretending to be kind.
“Don’t worry about it. Here, cover up with
this,” I say, draping a blazer over her.
This is my
way of using the carrot and stick approach, slowly winning her gratitude until
it becomes impossible for her to refuse my requests.
Eventually,
Mashiro Riche will become my obedient servant and listen to my every command.
It’s terrifying how easily I can come up with
these devious methods on the fly.
“I’m sorry, I’m
sorry! I don’t deserve to be treated kindly by you, Vellet-sama!” Riche
apologizes profusely.
“You don’t
need to deserve kindness, you just need to be kind to others,” I reply, hoping
to assuage her guilt.
“But I
betrayed you... If only I had believed in you, I wouldn’t have hurt you...”
Riche laments.
I find her to
be quite troublesome, but I’ve already forgiven her and moved on.
Perhaps the difference in our social status as
nobles and commoners creates a discrepancy in how we view the world.
Or maybe Riche is simply a girl with an
immense sense of responsibility.
In any case,
I offer her a chance to atone for her actions by living by my side.
“If you want
to make it up to me, then stay with me,” I say, reminding her of her past
comment that I was incompetent.
I gently wipe
away her tears with the handkerchief I lent her that day.
Light began
to shine in Riche’s eyes that had been dark and murky for so long.
“If that’s
the case, then you should stay by that incompetent’s side forever. Never leave.
It must be tiring to hang out with someone who’s incompetent. This is your
punishment. I won’t hear any objections.”
Without
giving any room for discussion, I stood up.
“Come with
me, Mashiro! Our path to dominance begins now! Hahaha!”
I was
surprised at how smoothly the words came out, but it wasn’t bad at all!
Casually declaring
“You belong to me”, I could even get her agreement on record.
Alice could
be our witness, and surely Riche wouldn’t refuse.
Now, what
kind of reaction would Riche have?
“Vellet-samaaa!!”
“What
the...!?”
Suddenly, I
was tackled and pushed down.
What the
hell?! Is she rebelling all of a sudden?!
Even if she
clings to me like this and presses her chest against me, I won’t back down!
But I want to
enjoy this feeling a little longer, so stay like this for a while, will you?
“...Ouga-sama
is so kind.”
Huh? Where?
He’s actually
a villain who took advantage of a vulnerable Mashiro. Alice really is a bit
crazy, I think.
She must have
a different way of thinking from ordinary people.
From then on,
I enjoyed the happy feeling until Mashiro stopped crying and let go.
◇ ◇ ◇ ◇ ◇
Let me
summarize what happened afterwards.
The Ruark
gang was collectively expelled, which was the natural consequence of their
actions.
It seems that the Borvond family tried to
intervene, but my father put a stop to it.
They will now
carry the shameful title of “perverts” forever, and may even be shunned as a
stain on the Borvond family’s reputation.
It’s their own fault, so I have no sympathy
for them.
However, Alice’s loyalty to me seems to have
deepened even more, and in the end, everything turned out great.
The biggest gain of all is... Oh, speak of the
devil...
I saw a girl
waiting at the entrance of the dorm, playing with her hair.
“Good
morning... I mean, good morning. Oh... Ouga-kun!”
(She was
about to use the formal form “ございます”
(gozaimasu) to greet Ouga-kun in the morning, but then realized that Ouga-kun
is her friend and not someone she should address with formal language.)
Mashiro
noticed me and ran towards me.
Having a cute
childhood friend was a dream of mine, so I banned the use of honorifics and
titles.
It’s still a
bit awkward, but we’ll gradually get used to it.
I’ll start by
fulfilling small requests and gradually move on to bigger ones.
Haha, she’s
smiling so carefree without knowing that she’s been tamed.
I wonder how
long these peaceful times will last...?
“Good
morning. Did I keep you waiting?”
“N-no, I just
got here too...”
This exchange
is just lovely!
Yes, it’s
absolutely wonderful!
I feel like
laughing with joy at how this was a development I never had in my past life.
She said, “Um,
Ouga-kun, I wanted to return this to you.”
With that,
she took out a handkerchief from her bag that we were both familiar with.
Come to think
of it... Did I lend it to her when she had such a swollen face from crying that
day...?
As I reached
for it, I pulled my hand back.
“Ouga-kun?”
“It’s better
if Mashiro keeps it.”
“Huh, but isn’t
this an important item with the Vellet family crest embroidered on it...?”
“It’s okay. I
want Mashiro to keep it for me.”
Every time
Mashiro sees this handkerchief, she’ll be reminded of that incident.
It’ll be a
daily reminder of her guilt towards me.
What a
terrible thing to do...!
“Ouga-kun...”
Mashiro
tightly presses the handkerchief to her chest.
“Thank you.”
Her voice
sounds so happy from the bottom of her heart.
“I’ll
treasure it forever!”
A very happy
smile blooms on her face.
