Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 4 The temptation of home

"Ouch...it hurts so much..."

The curtains were drawn in the dimly lit room, with only a candle lit on the table, its light illuminating the figure of the girl sitting there.

"Furlin, you..."

Her long, golden hair framed her snow-white skin, concealing her delicate neck while revealing her slender, fragrant shoulders. Her gracefully sculpted back was faintly visible through the gaps in her hair.

Her delicate fingers caressed her slender waist, and with each poke and rub, the tiny indentation caused the surrounding skin to tremble.

Tight and moist, her legs were the same, slender yet with basic lines, neither too fragile nor too muscular, just like her small, bony feet, they were truly works of art.

Although she was petite, he had to admit that, in terms of body proportions and delicate features alone, this girl was undoubtedly a stunning beauty.

"Oh? You're back?"

Hearing the long-awaited call, she smiled gently, and with a single turn, a thousand years passed in a single glance.

"Um……"

She was as beautiful as a delicate porcelain doll, with not a single flaw in her appearance.

Even those two pieces of white lace fabric, one above the other, served as the last line of defense while also creating a secret garden that sparked endless imagination.

In this situation, what people often tease her about is not vulgarity or poverty, but rather a unique and charming reserve, a rare and exquisite beauty that is hard to come by in this world.

"Why...why are you dressed like this?!"

Blood spurted from Mao Die's nostrils.

He was so embarrassed that his fur stood on end, his tail stiff as a stick, and it stood up in a flash, but that wasn't all.

"Huh? What are you doing, you idiot!"

Seeing the blood stain the wooden floor, Furlyn's smile vanished in an instant, replaced by a disdainful, cold expression with her hands on her hips.

"It's just a cat, even if it's a species cursed by an evil spirit... to have feelings for its owner like that! Isn't that incredibly reckless?"

Look at that arrogant lecture that changes in an instant... Listen to that sharp, sarcastic tongue... Yes, that's the flavor!

This girl, just like last time, can only be seen as a quiet beauty at first.

However, Furlyn also has some advantages, such as not being unconditionally persistent.

"Sigh, considering your loyalty in standing up for your master earlier, I'll let you off this time."

Just like now, she was using ointment to treat the bruises on her side. She knew that Mao Die had just returned and they both had things to do. Endless lecturing would only exacerbate the conflict.

She is not an unreasonable girl.

Are you alright?

Upon seeing the scars on her abdomen and realizing the "ordeal" she had just endured by being taken away by the dean, both Maodie and Fuerlin spoke at the same time, expressing concern in the same tone.

"I……"

They were all stunned.

After a long while, Furlyn shyly turned her head away, while Modie smiled knowingly.

Don't you think we're a good match?

"It was just a coincidence... Hmph, did the headmistress give you a hard time? I was planning to cover up your wound and then go rescue you."

Cover...the wound? What a strange combination of words! The wound on my stomach was already covered by clothes...

Mao'er tilted his head in confusion.

"It's on my hand. Although it's just a minor scratch, I can't neglect the proper etiquette when meeting the Venerable One, especially since I need her help..."

She shook her scraped little finger at Mao Die, then suddenly realized something, her face flushed, and she muttered in a sullen tone,

"I'm being so careful not because of you, but... it's just that leaving a bad impression on the Dean would be troublesome! It's your sensitive position that's the problem!"

Perhaps afraid that her performance wouldn't be convincing, this silly girl deliberately raised her voice at the end of her sentence, as if afraid he wouldn't misunderstand.

The idiom "trying to cover up something that's obviously wrong" is precisely what makes arrogance so endearing.

"Yes, yes, whatever you say. I'm actually fine. That woman even praised my strength and courage in protecting my master."

"But what happened to you? You're covered in injuries. Did someone bully you again?"

Maodie wiped away the not-so-proper nosebleed, and with a smile, he twirled lightly like a kitten as he approached Furlin's feet.

Looking up, what a flat and open plain!

"No, it's nothing. I don't want you to take any more risks... Hmph, I'm just afraid you'll cause me trouble."

As she spoke, Furlin put on her dark red uniform short pleated skirt and then sat on the edge of the bed to put on her white shirt.

Ugh, can't this tsundere be a little more honest sometimes? She's a nice person, but this kind of communication is really troublesome.

Just like Furlyn towards him, Modie, though outwardly disdainful of this arrogant person, secretly enjoyed it.

"If you don't tell me, I'll have to go and ask them one by one."

Mao Die's claws were like an assassin's hidden blades, which he could conceal and extend at any time and place whenever he wanted.

"I did leave a warning. Since they ignored it, it's disrespectful to me, and even more disrespectful to my master. Shouldn't they pay the price?"

He gave a cold yelp, and his gray-black claws reflected the warm orange candlelight with a chilling gleam.

"I...I know! But you have to promise me you won't retaliate too much, okay?"

The semi-transparent white silk slipped onto her toes and climbed upwards, reaching just above her knees, just below that absolute territory, where it was finished with lace trim, revealing a hint of flesh.

Her two legs were raised and lowered in a staggered manner, and her jade feet, which were wrapped in thin silk, stretched out a light pinkish flesh color in the white luster, and playfully touched the ground.

"Shoes~"

A young girl's smiling face is hard to resist, and her occasional coquettishness when she's in a good mood is absolutely irresistible.

"It's here."

No sooner had she finished speaking than Mao Die, who was already waiting at her feet with a small leather shoe in his mouth.

The wait was not agonizing; at least he had enjoyed a visual feast, and the reward far outweighed the obedience he had paid.

"Shall I go to your class with you later?"

"Hmph, this is the duty that Narukami should fulfill under the contract. Please don't act like you're so cool."

She put on her robes and hat, stood up, and stomped on her little black leather shoes, the heels clicking merrily on the floor.

"Don't forget to bring your staff."

If it weren't for his reminder, this clumsy little devil would have left something behind again.

"Tch~ I know that without you telling me."

Mao Die was used to her rebellious backtalk—if she didn't like you, she wouldn't deliberately waste her breath talking to you.

"Yes, yes, I've said too much again."

He knew all too well that a master had his pride to protect in front of his attendants, and that girl was strong-willed by nature.

Although in reality he can only remain a virgin and stay with his second wife, he still knows the basic ways of interacting with women.

You can't play a game for free, just like a geek who plays eroge can't be a free agent.

"Oh, and don't forget to tell me who hurt you in class, okay?"

"Hmm, here you go, shall we?"

A young girl's blush speaks louder than a thousand sweet words; her half-asleep gaze can always captivate a man's eyes; and that inviting hand is an unexpected and priceless treasure.

"Why are you suddenly being so nice to me? It's like you were completely different from how you were so dismissive at the beginning!"

"What, is it not enough that I accept you? As a believer, I know the proper way to deal with evil spirits like cats~"

Mao Die pretended to hesitate for a moment, but when she pouted her little mouth in feigned displeasure, she finally obeyed her wishes and jumped into her arms.

"Master, master, I'm a Jazz Cat Meow~"

If a beautiful girl is throwing herself into his arms, why would he risk committing a crime and going to his death?

Hearing her say that, it's understandable why the girl was hesitant at first. If she were in that situation, she would probably have had some concerns too.

After all, nobles value their reputation most, while believers pursue devotion to their faith. With these two identities, she certainly didn't want to be regarded as a heretical witch.

Cats are a symbol of evil in this era, and only heretical wizards keep them.

In the last reincarnation, Mao Die was protected by his "player" identity, but in this life he has to personally reverse public opinion, and the experience in reality is far more difficult than the AI ​​performance in the game.

Fortunately, he met Furlyn... Even with so many eyes watching him, she was willing to take a huge risk to accept him...

When emotions run deep, it's hard not to be moved. Encounters from past and present lives intertwine here, and he couldn't help but nuzzle his head affectionately in his master's arms.

She carried a faint lavender scent, fresh and rich, which was somewhat related to her aristocratic status and meticulous attention to skincare, yet not quite fitting.

The fragrance of aristocracy should be rich and intoxicating, but hers only exudes the purity of a young girl, just like herself.

"It's such a long-lost embrace..."

Feeling completely relaxed, Mao Die couldn't help but close his eyes contentedly.

"Don't get too cocky, you little kitten. I was just worried about being late..."

"Yeah, because it would be a real hassle if I got lost since I don't know the way, so you have to carry me to make up for it, right?"

This girl, shouldn't she at least check her watch before lying? Oh right, she was currently hugging herself affectionately and couldn't reach for her pocket watch.

Even a clumsy excuse can be endearingly tsundere.

"Hmph, you'd better know."

Mao Die smiled without saying a word, simply looking up at his beloved girl, who had already awkwardly looked away.

it is more than words.

At this moment, although Mao Die had not yet achieved perfect enlightenment, he had made some breakthroughs. Regarding the unknown lessons to come, he had only one thought:

He puts on airs subtly, yet protects his master openly.

As for avenging his master? That's only natural, and just a convenient thing to do.