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The spring breeze brushed against Allen's face, tousling the loose strands of hair on his forehead.
He "opened" his eyes.
In his vision, dappled sunlight filtered through the trees, swaying gently over the face of a blue-haired girl with braided hair. The light danced in her eyes, making them so bright that Allen couldn't quite make out her features.
Blinking in confusion, he turned his head to the side.
Beside him stood a tree.
Its bark was rough—so much so that even without touching it, he could feel the texture, the tiny ridges and grooves beneath his fingers.
And on that bark, carved words:
[Rudy, Sylphie, Allen's Territory.]
In an instant, Allen realized where he was.
The hillside of Buena Village.
He froze, his mind foggy, unable to recall what he had been doing just moments ago.
How did I end up spacing out here?
But it didn't matter.
Roxy was right in front of him.
He could just ask her.
With that thought, he turned back toward the girl—
Only to see white hair and amber-red eyes.
Sylphie's face.
As if the blue-haired, blue-eyed girl from before had been nothing but an illusion.
Now, bathed in the spring wind, Sylphie's silver-white hair fluttered behind her. She stood with her hands clasped behind her back, the same way she always did when waiting for him at the Greyrat household, tilting her head slightly at his bewildered expression.
Her lips parted.
"Chirp."
A clear, melodious sound—like birdsong at dawn, gentle enough to wake someone from slumber.
So natural.
…
Natural?!
"Thud!"
Allen's foot slipped, and he jolted upright from his chair.
His eyes snapped open.
An elegant desk. A burnt-out candle. A sheet of paper covered in dense handwriting.
Blinking, he turned toward the window beside the desk.
Two birds perched on the windowsill, staring curiously at the man who had suddenly jerked awake.
"Chirp."
They didn't seem afraid of him.
In the morning light, the spring sun spilled like fire over the walls of the Boreas estate. The breeze brushed against Allen's face, fully rousing him from his daze.
Only then did he realize—it had all been a dream.
The wind, the birds, the strange blend of reality and subconsciousness that had woven itself into his sleep.
Allen chuckled wryly.
"What kind of nonsense was that? Switching between Sylphie and Roxy like that…"
He rubbed his neck, realizing he'd fallen asleep at his desk.
"I didn't even get to see what Roxy wrote before passing out."
"What a waste…"
Stretching, he let out a yawn, feeling the revitalizing flow of battle aura through his body, all traces of fatigue gone.
"Slept pretty well, though."
Then his gaze fell on the pen in his hand—and the name written beneath it.
Roxy.
Allen paused, then shook his head with a faint smile.
Folding the paper neatly, he tucked it into a drawer and locked it.
Rolling his stiff neck, he channeled his battle aura to ease the tension in his muscles before stepping toward the door.
As he pushed it open—
The classroom across the hall came into view, its windows wide open, letting the morning wind rush in.
At the same moment, another door creaked open.
Allen turned.
Sylphie.
She looked like she'd been awake for a while, her face still damp from washing, a few strands of white hair clinging to her cheeks.
The cross-breeze swept through, sending her hair flying wildly—but beneath those fluttering strands, her smile remained.
Just like in the dream.
Allen blinked.
Then her voice reached him.
"Good morning, Allen."
Not birdsong.
But just as pleasant.
Allen exhaled, returning the greeting.
"Good morning."
Breakfast was served in the servants' dining hall, but even so, the food was far more refined than anything in Buena Village.
Notably, Allen and Sylphie had to drag Rudy out of the library.
True to form—whether in the original timeline or now—Rudy's obsession with magic hadn't wavered.
He'd woken up early, splashed some water on his face, and immediately bolted to the library in search of advanced spellbooks.
Only to find the same basic magic textbooks as the ones in Buena.
By the time Allen and Sylphie found him, he was sulking.
But that sulk faded the moment he saw Allen's refreshed expression.
And by the time they sat down to eat, it had fully morphed into his trademark perverted grin.
Since this was the servants' dining area, the air carried not just the aroma of food but also the faint, musky scent of…
Furry people.
And as they ate, a few "uninvited guests" lingered nearby.
"Good morning, Sir Allen! Lady Sylphie! Young Master Rudy! Would you like us to assist you with your meal? Sir Allen, you look much more energetic today—we're glad our service last night was to your satisfaction!"
Four beastgirls bowed in unison. Though their outfits were more modest than the night before, their smiles were just as teasing.
Allen paled, hastily defending his honor.
"The beds were very comfortable! Thank you! But no need for assistance!"
Amid their giggles, Rudy's gaze darted between them.
He had heard the commotion last night—the sound of multiple beastgirls moving around.
But, adhering to his past-life social instincts, he'd resisted the urge to peek outside.
Instead, he'd listened carefully, noting the lack of any… familiar nighttime noises from Allen's room before eventually falling asleep, mildly disappointed.
Now, seeing the playful smirks on the beastgirls' faces, his inner NEET reawakened.
Did I miss something last night?
His lips curled into a lecherous grin as his eyes fixated on their twitching ears—the same expression he'd worn when first encountering beastfolk in the original story.
But before that grin could fully form, it froze.
Because in his peripheral vision—
A pair of intense eyes were locked onto him.
Rudy slowly turned.
Sylphie's face was completely blank.
Then—
"Oww!"
Under the table, her foot slammed onto his.
As Rudy clutched his injured toes, the beastgirls covered their mouths and excused themselves.
By the time they reached the classroom, an unexpected sight awaited them.
The "Red Wild Dog" of the Boreas family stood with her arms crossed, chin raised impatiently.
"Good morning, Allen! Sylphie!"
Her cheerful tone made it clear she'd completely forgotten falling asleep against the wall the night before.
Beside her, Ghislaine stood rigidly at attention.
"Morning. Allen. Rudy. Sylphie."
And next to her—
Edna, who had left the night before, now stood with a polite smile.
"Good morning, everyone. Did you sleep well?"
"Well enough," Allen replied.
Eris, who had just run into Edna and Ghislaine, raised an eyebrow.
"Edna, aren't you supposed to come in the evenings? Mornings are for sword training! Go back and come later—I don't wanna do etiquette right now!"
Edna sighed, pulling out a sheet of paper.
"Lady Eris, I'm here to discuss the new tutors' lesson plans."
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