Volume 5 Chapter 240, A Little Commotion Before Leaving_6

Translator: Nonon

Proofreader: Silavin

 

No one else in the room likely understood why she had done it, but Cyan, the actual involved party herself, was probably the most clueless about what she was doing. In fact, if she had actually stopped to think about what she was doing, she would have never even attempted it in the first place.

Her bizarre behavior was undoubtedly triggered by a combination of my instigation and the fact that Ms. Mary was inexplicably standing remarkably close to the Father.

There wasn’t much I could do to fix this situation, so I resolved to keep a close eye on them to step in and smooth things over if I saw even a slight opportunity.

 

“C-Cyan?! W-what are you…?!”

“Father! Can you hear my heartbeat?! It’s beating really fast, isn’t it?! That’s how fast it beats when I’m nervous about saying what I want to say!”

 

I’m pretty sure that’s wrong.

 

“I-I can hear it! I can hear it, so please calm down! Why would you do something like this all of a sudden?!”

“Because you were flirting with another woman, Father! You were completely smitten!”

“That is an absurd misunderstanding—mgh?!”

 

Cyan ignored Father’s frantic protests and hugged him tighter… will he be alright? Cyan is quite strong, and if she squeezes him any harder, it’s going to cross the line of ‘bodily harm’.

Also, I don’t think Father looked particularly smitten. Thinking back on it, he just looked a bit puzzled when Ms. Mary was approaching him, and she…  had this strangely tense look on her face. It was almost like she had reacted to something and was trying to verify it…

 

“See? I might not be as well-endowed as Io and Mary, but I’m still on the large side, I think! So I can also—“

“…”

“I can bury your head in my chest like this! Well?! How do you like it?! Men love this sort of thing, right?! You’re happy to experience the sweet pressure of this softness, right?! I’d hate to do this with that Archbishop, but you can do whatever you want with me, Father!!”

 

…Well, I’m curious about Ms. Mary’s actions, but I’d better step in soon. Otherwise the Father will die.

 

“Cyan.”

“What is it, Clo?! Don’t interrupt me, I’m in the middle of seducing the Father!”

“No one seduces someone by suffocating them, Cyan. Anyway, let Father go before you send him to a literal heaven.”

“Huh? Send him to a literal heaven? Send him… Father?!”

 

Exactly. The Father’s face was currently buried in Cyan’s chest, suffocating him. Even if he wanted to escape, Cyan’s grip had his head locked completely in place, so he was in a pretty dangerous situation. Honestly, he probably stopped processing Cyan’s words halfway through.

 

“*Cough*, *wheeze*… C-Cyan… have you calmed down a little?”

 

Understanding Father’s predicament through my words, Cyan hastily released her hand, or rather her arm, and moved the Father’s face away from her chest. Finally able to breathe again, Father coughed a few times, caught his breath, and immediately started worrying about Cyan.”

 

“I-I’m so sorry, Father! I lost my head and… said some bizarre things…!”

“N-no, it’s fine as long as you’ve calmed down. But… you really shouldn’t do things like this.”

“Things like this?… Ah… oh.”

 

Finally registering what she had done, Cyan’s face turned bright red and she started writhing in embarrassment.

 

“If you hug people like this, they’re going to get the wrong idea. You’re a beautiful and attractive girl, Cyan.”

 

That final blow from the Father completely broke her.

 

“I-I’m so sorry. Father. I’m going to go outside and cool my head!”

“Cyan?! It’s a blizzard out there!”

 

Overwhelmed with shame, she ran out of the dining room in the clothes she was wearing.

Stunned by her actions, the Father hastily chased after her.

After watching them go, a brief silence came over the room until Lady Violet spoke up, looking worried about what had happened.

 

“… Should we go after them? Running into a blizzard with nothing but a school uniform while also going commando seems like a recipe for disaster.”

“No, they’ll be fine.  If we try to chase after them now, we’ll get caught in the crossfire.”

“Good point. Also… the Father is quite oblivious, isn’t he?”

“Indeed. However, since he genuinely means what he says, it’s not like she has no chance at all.”

“True…”

 

If you asked the Father whether he liked Cyan or not, he undoubtedly liked her.

But it was the same kind of familial affection that Canaria and I had for each other. Whether it would turn into romantic feelings was highly debatable.

 

“I wonder what Ms. Cyan was trying to do…”

“Lady Apricot, we did something similar before, did we not? Perhaps Lady Cyan merely wished to conduct an emotional experiment of her own?”

““Huh?””

“Wait, while it’s true that we did it before… my Disciple, that was different.”

“At that time, Lady Apricot’s upper body was—“

“Disciple! You don’t need to say another word!”

 

Wait, when did they do that? Knowing Gray, he would have been oblivious to the implication, but really, when did they do this?

 

“A blizzard… freezing cold… outside… Ah! So that was an act of mutual warming through skin-to-skin contact! Cyan used her breasts, which has more body fat and retains heat easily, to test the effectiveness of this method!”

“Canary, just so you know, body fat actually gets cold easily. Though I guess breasts can warm up quickly. Right, Silva?”

“Don’t drag me into this! I don’t have breasts so I wouldn’t know…”

 

Canary shared her completely off-the-mark analysis, only to be corrected by Ms. Kriemhild on a slightly different technicality.

Silva instinctively glanced towards Ms. Mary for a split second before immediately looking away, deciding that he shouldn’t look right now… Yup, he’s a teenage boy alright.”

 

“… Lord Clo.”

 

Having witnessed Silva’s actions, Lady Violet asked me with mild curiosity.

 

“Would you also be happy if someone buried your face in their chest like that, Lord Clo?”

“I think I would be more flustered than happy.”

 

Also, it’s very hard to answer that question with a straight “yes”.

 

“I see… I see.”

 

Please don’t look down on your chest with that kind of a pouty expression. I mean, I’d probably be happy if it happened, but as I said, I think panic would take me over first.

That being said, my eyes were still about to drift towards Lady Violet’s chest, so I quickly looked away to shake off any impure thoughts.

… I can’t really criticize Silva, can I?

I was doing the same exact thing he did to avoid looking towards Ms. Mary with impure thoughts. Talk about pathetic.

 

Come to think of it, Ms. Mary earlier…

 

Suddenly, I remembered how I was bothered by the actions of Ms. Mary, whom Silva tried to look at earlier. I wanted to check on her to clear my doubts, but… if I stared at her now given the current situation, it would likely invite unwanted misunderstandings.

So I waited for the perfect opportunity, right when Lady Violet placed a hand over her chest and looked away from me, and no one else was paying attention, to steal a glance at Ms. Mary.

 

“Ah, Silva. In that case, would you like to try a temporary breast-enlargement potion made with alchemy magic?”

“That’s not the issue here—wait, those exist?!”

“Come to think of it, I saw that in an alchemy book the other day. I think it’s male-exclusive and temporarily generates fat in the chest area, if I remember correctly.”

“I feel like the pecs of anyone who takes that is going to have a very rough time afterward…”

 

She had returned to her usual expression and was chatting normally with Ms. Kriemhild and the others, but her behavior still struck me as slightly off.

It wasn’t how she usually acted at the academy or in Shiki. It felt closer to her true, unfiltered self… or was I just imagining things?