For Sale. Fallen Lady. Never Used.

Chapter 309: Faye Faye…

After the conferment of my title and the commendations, we completed one last procession through the capital, Valder, before finally leaving.

My request to inherit Lindelheit’s legacy, meant for Carla anyway, was accepted without much opposition. But there was a minor issue afterward.

It turned out that much of Lindelheit’s heritage had been sold off when the house collapsed.

The Empire promised to gather as much of it as possible, but naturally, it would take time.

Well, I could tour Lindelheit’s territories and the lord’s castle when the envoy from the Levantin Empire would visit later.

And with that, our business with the Empire was neatly concluded.

Then...

“Yandel, my dearest. Did you know? A name can always grow longer.”

“Hmm, Elisha’s right. Historically, long, cumbersome names have symbolized authority.”

“Ahahaha! You mean like middle names, right? They often include family or relatives’ names, making them ridiculously long. For instance, Yandel Glenchiel Banatis Yareunshade Francesca... Oh, wait! What about Helena’s name?”

“I already consulted with the Righteous Radiance earlier. We agreed on Solaria.”

“Great! So it would be Yandel Glenchiel Banatis Yareunshade Francesca Solaria Lindelheit!”

This nonsense started not long after we left the Empire’s borders.

I felt my sanity slipping.

Freed from the public eye, the women wasted no time in relentlessly teasing me.

Amidst this chaotic scene, one person stood out as unusually elated.

“Hehehe... Yandel Lindelheit... my master, to whom I’ve given everything... and who will give me everything in return... hnnng...”

Clinging to my side with a giddy grin plastered on her face was none other than Carla.

Ever since I declared I would inherit everything from Lindelheit on her behalf, she had been in this state.

Even after teleporting twice toward the Academy and preparing for the final jump!

Poking Carla’s puffed cheeks, I asked,

“Hey... Carla?”

“Yes! Did you call for me, Master?”

In an instant, Carla grabbed my hand, pressing it against her face as she answered.

If Carla had an invisible tail, it would no doubt be wagging furiously.

Her expression was pure joy, and she subtly leaned her body closer to mine.

It didn’t feel like deliberate seduction—it was more like she was so overwhelmed with happiness that she couldn’t control her actions.

The soft sensation of her cheek against my hand, her clear ruby-red eyes gazing up at me, and her faint scent rising in the air...

I found myself staring blankly at her until—

“Stop focusing only on Carla, and look at me too, dearest!”

Elisha interrupted from the other side, looping her arm through mine—or rather, draping herself on me entirely.

Her upper arm was sandwiched between her chest, while her hand rested snugly between her thighs. Calling it mere arm-linking would be an understatement.

The soft sensation pressing against my arm triggered an involuntary reaction below.

When Elisha noticed the swelling in my pants, her previously sulky pout transformed into a self-satisfied smirk.

...What’s the standard for this behavior?

While I stood there dumbfounded, mouth agape, Iris leapt onto my back, clinging tightly.

“Heave-ho! How about it, Master?!”

“How about what?”

“The feel of my chest, obviously! Surely you noticed, right?”

“Isn’t that just your ribcage...?”

“...?”

“...?”

We stared at each other in confusion until Iris finally grasped the meaning of my words. She looked utterly heartbroken, tears welling in her eyes.

“My chest... but it’s my chest...!”

Once Iris was sent back to the manor, the rest of us headed toward the Academy.

It was lunchtime, so the first priority was to meet Faye and catch up on everything that had happened.

Afterward, I planned to return the staff and, if everything aligned, invite Faye back to the dormitory to address some long-suppressed desires...!

The thought alone brought a grin to my face, which Iona, still slightly sulking, noticed. She grabbed my cheek and stretched it.

“Hey, hey. Doesn’t Yandel have no real reason to stay at the Academy anymore?”

“Huh? What’s with the sudden question?”

“For you, Yandel, what matters isn’t academic achievement but how strong you can become with magic, right?”

“That’s true.”

“Well, then. You’ve already surpassed student-level abilities. If it’s just combat power, you’re stronger than most professors.”

The Academy was the gathering place for the brightest minds across the Eurelia Continent, so its faculty was naturally top-tier.

Even so, an intermediate magician, typically considered a high-ranking officer in most magic towers, was treated as an entry-level professor here.

Yet, I could outperform most of them.

Only exceptions like Iona, a high-level magician, or those of similar caliber, such as Sword Masters or Cardinal-level clergy, could rival me.

But such professors were rare—maybe one or two per department.

“Of course, of course. I know Yandel is still lacking in theoretical aspects. You haven’t studied magic for very long, after all. Normally, I wouldn’t say this because advancing further does require a strong theoretical foundation. But... things are different now.”

“...It’s true. We don’t have time to sit in classrooms anymore.”

Why had we rushed to defeat Fiona? Because we anticipated an all-out war with the cultists was imminent.

When that time came, leaving the Academy to fight and learning from Iris and Iona between battles might be more effective.

Though it wouldn’t be as systematic or comprehensive as the Academy, eliminating even one more cultist or monster would be more critical.

“Still, I think it’s better to stay at the Academy. Not for the classes, but because it’s where all the information converges.”

“Ah, ah! That’s true.”

Iona nodded in understanding.

In H&A, originally a school-life story, the tone shifted dramatically in the later stages. The Academy began to resemble an adventurer’s guild.

Situated in the center of the Eurelia Continent, it was strategically ideal for reaching anywhere quickly. Additionally, with the world’s brightest students and professors gathered here, requests for aid became frequent.

Classes still occurred, but students and professors often replaced them with missions, forming parties to provide support and earn rewards.

It felt less like a school and more like a hub for adventurers.

Of course, once the Evil Gods descended, the Academy simply became a military facility.

Regardless, the important takeaway was that having the Academy as a base, where all information converged, and resources were abundant, was better than wandering around aimlessly.

Even in Fafnir’s vision of the future, this route proved most effective, which was why H&A’s story had been structured that way.

Iona, nodding in agreement, clapped her hands as if struck by an idea.

“Then! Instead of taking classes, why not just request access to the facilities? You could continue as a student under the condition of graduating eventually!”

“...That’s a solid idea.”

“Right? Then, I’ll bring it up at the next faculty meeting! Or do you want to discuss it directly with the Chairman when returning the staff?”

“Wouldn’t skipping the proper process cause problems?”

“Anyone who’d nitpick procedural issues would be weaker and less politically influential than you, Yandel. There’s no need to worry about them.”

“......”

Is... is that true?

It felt odd, but handling it directly with the Chairman seemed faster and cleaner than going through faculty meetings. I might as well mention it when I return the staff.

We continued chatting about future plans as we made our way to Faye’s workshop.

...Only to find Faye on the verge of being violated by writhing tentacles.

“Hyaaaah! Junior! Save me! Help me! It’s out of control—hngh! Not there!”

“......”

What... what in the world is this?