Someone in a maid outfit is spying at us from the shadows outside the door with her eyes sparkling and a penetrating stare.
-- It's Eris.
"Yah!"
"W-what's wrong, Rudi?"
Seeing me tightly embracing with Roxy, Eris looks away unhappily and disappears into the hallway darkness.
Terrifying. Nothing was said, but it was still so terrifying.
Eh, tomorrow, we'll talk tomorrow.
Part 3
Next day, I look around for Eris so we can talk.
Soon, I found her at the yard practicing sword swings, but for some reason, she was together with Norn (not going to school today?)
To Norn, Eris says, [No, not like that, like this] teaching her how to swing a sword.
"I said like this! Why don't you understand?"
"Even if you say so, I don't know what's wrong with it."
"How should I say..."
Eris is the instinctive type, so teaching Norn must be hard for her. These genius instinctive-types won't know how they do things. In spite of my assumptions...
"Your left hand lacks power, so you only swing with your right. Your blade's edge is tilted."
Eh? Am I imagining this?
"Be more conscious of your left hand ..... try with the intention of swinging it only with your left hand in mind. If you do that, it will make your swing more beautiful."
Could it be that it was Eris who said that?
Not Ghyslaine who dubbed over a lip-sync'd Eris?
"So that's why. Makes sense."
"As long as it makes sense."
After that conversation, those two restart practice merrily. Feels like Norn's swings got a little better.
Well, no matter what, Eris is also a Sword-King. Ghyslaine once said that one cannot become Sword-King on instincts alone. Eris must be the same. In the process of becoming Sword-King, she learned the logic of it.
Still, Eris's swings are fast. From the shaft of the sword onward, I can't even see a blur. Beautiful too, her wavering figure is mesmerizing. Looking alone makes one's breath hoarse - watching sweat drop from that imposing profile, that firm body with those muscles flexing...
Ah! Found something incredible! Every time Eris makes a swing, her chest would bounce with vigor, yet not violent, but with a subtle shake nevertheless.
Probably because her style has no margins, her upper half is almost entirely unmoving, leaving only light vibrations. Speaking of which, the sleeveless shirt she's wearing looks almost like a gym wear. Don't tell me she's not wearing any chest armor? Every swing imposes itself in my eyes. Those are some iron grips...!
"...?"
Suddenly Eris's chest... I mean her swings, stopped. I look back up to her face wondering what's wrong, but she's already looking back at me.
Her mouth is in a へ shape, her feet are shoulder-width apart, and her chin is slightly raised. Ah, if she crosses her arms, it would be just how I remember it.
While those thoughts crossed my mind, I suddenly noticed that in her hand. The sword she once battled Orsted with, it looks really sharp.
So I backed up and walked away. Talking over difficult stuff with her holding something so dangerous... Seriously?
... Two hours later.
With the training period over, I tried to find Eris once again. She has left the yard. Where did she go? Maybe she changed and left the house? Maybe I should wait for her. No, no reason that we have to be home to talk. If she leaves, then I need to go after her. With that in mind, I head to the restroom and swing the door open wide.
"Ah"
"...!"
It's Eris, a perfectly proportioned beauty, standing in shock before my eyes. Her wavy, red hair drapes over her shoulders, wet, like a river flowing towards her chest.
Her shirt is soaked in sweat, and through it, I can see a ravine, and from that deep ravine, two mountains peaks. The deeper the ravine, the greater the heights, and there rests two majestic mountains.
Sweat contours her shirt tightly around those mountains, and at their peaks arise prominent protrusions. In other words, those are what dreams are made of.
"W-wwwhat are you doing..."
Eris looks completely lost for words. Red-faced and adorably cute. Unconsciously, I held out a hand and touched those meaty mounts. In particular, I pressed against that slightly harder portion. Ah, but it's soft.
--In the next moment, a flash came from Eris's shoulder, and I lost consciousness.