I Have No Intention Of Training The Male Leads - Chapter 6 Part 4

06. Curiosity Kills the Cat (4)

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Eve completed slashing, thrusting, and striking 100 times by herself. She also did some step work, and then held a bucket of water in an upright posture for 30 minutes.

By the time she was done, she was dripping with sweat. For some reason, Callisto didn’t show up to watch her today.

Eve liked the silence she had for the first time in a long time. Once again, she had to get rid of Callisto for the sake of her peaceful life. The bastard talks too much. Eve wrapped the cotton cloth around her neck and focused herself.

She slipped on a light pink morning dress with a very light design after returning to her room to wash off the sweat. The dress had a plunging neckline that exposed her neck and shoulders, it was the kind of thing she would only wear in the morning, and only indoors. Despite the completely inappropriate outfit for the time of day, the maid did not argue and dressed Eve according to her choice.

The maids sent by Alberic were silent and obedient to every command, so they weren’t as freaked out by Eve’s every move as Tilda was. I don’t know what she was doing, but I know where she was, Eve thought as she scratched her chin absentmindedly at Tilda’s absence.

‘It’s a bit boring without her, too. Although she has a bad habit, it was still fun teasing her.’

Anyway, the time flew by quickly and Eve finished the salad, which was twice as large as it had been the morning before, and the mountains of meat. She then watched the sun set, then took one of the maids to the main house.

She told the maid to prepare tea, knowing that they would be back by now. The aroma of bergamot flavored tea wafted through the warm steam and tickled her nostrils.

It was a lazy weekend afternoon.

Click.

Suddenly, the bedroom door opened.

“What the hell, don’t you know how to knock?”

“What is this… The warehouse?”

“Oh… That was some novel bullsh–t you got there.”

“No, really, is this your room? It doesn’t even have a parlor?”

“I’ve got a fluffy bed, a lovely tea table, a wardrobe and a dresser. What’s the problem?”

“Ha…”

Eve seemed unperturbed by the unannounced visit and ordered another teacup to be set across from her.

Callisto sat down across from Eve and accepted the offer of tea with a frown on his face. Eve sent the maid who was afraid to fill Callisto’s teacup outside, for fear that he would snap at her because he didn’t like something she did.

Normally, it would have been absurd for a young lady of noble birth to be alone in a confined space with such a strange man without a chaperone. But no one in the room pointed that out.

“You already know why I’m here.”

“Alas, you followed me into the secret chamber yesterday.”

“…Yes, you set me up on purpose.”

“Yes. I didn’t expect you to watch me so closely from start to finish, but I honestly thought you’d barge in halfway through or run away sooner. What did you think, did you get a little carried away?”

“This… crazy… crazy b—tch.”

Callisto shot Eve a fierce glare that seemed to be sparking with fire. Eve smirked and shrugged off the intense gaze that seemed to pierce her flesh.

“But I never asked you to watch what we do, did I? You’re the unscrupulous one for prying into other people’s secret lives.”

“Ha..! He’s your cousin! He’s like your brother! You’re worse than a beast, and even beasts don’t mate with their own flesh and blood!”

“Oh, were you paying attention to that?”

Although the setting was the nineteenth century, the history of Europe in the Middle Ages had always been one in which blood relatives often mated to preserve the bloodline, and of course, hereditary diseases were also common due to the mixing of blood, but the point was that the relationship between cousins, even if they were illegitimate, was not a subject that he, who had lived as a member of an aristocratic family, could condemn with such fury.

“We’re not really blood related.”

“Or at least we’re not first cousins. Wasn’t marriage between cousins common in aristocratic families?”

“That’s all old news, you demented girl! Are you trying to set yourself up as a future countess?”

“You don’t even know what you’re talking about. We’re just exchanging pain and pleasure as per our contract.”

Eve who was listening with a frown said nonchalantly. She’d signed a non-disclosure agreement, but Callisto had found out about it first, so this explanation would do. She explained, hoping it would work.

From the way things were going, Alberic and Callisto seemed to be on the same page, so it wouldn’t do him or her much harm.

‘If they were going to harm me, I would kill them by any means necessary.’

She had paid Octavia a large sum of money to do so.

Eve’s assertion made Callisto’s face even more puzzled, as if he couldn’t comprehend the idea of a relationship that was really just a slap on the wrist without the bite.

Even his young face couldn’t hide the stern look on his face that seemed to say, ‘I can’t keep up with the kids these days.’

“Such a thing is possible…?”

“Don’t be naive, what the hell have you been doing at your age?”

“What kind of shallow life have you been leading?”

“Hah Shallow, that’s a strong word, magician.”

Eve brushed off Callisto’s insult while chuckling. She then picked up her own teacup and clasped it in both hands. Warmth radiated from the surface of the teacup into her palms.

She was in no hurry to speak.

“First of all, I’d like to ask you not to mention what you saw yesterday.”

“… Uh, well. I can’t promise that. I’m in a position to tell everything, if the person I serve wants me to.”

“Oh, okay, then. Whatever.”

Eve was unfazed by Callisto’s stubborn demeanor. She meekly brought her lips to her teacup. If she had been genuinely concerned for Alberic’s safety, she would not have even considered showing it to Callisto.

After watching Eve drink her tea with a calm demeanor, Callisto also lifted his own teacup and inhaled the aroma before passing a sip down the back of his throat to calm his nerves. The flavor of the fragrant black tea lingered into his mouth.

“I’ve always enjoyed watching others humiliate themselves. I like to be a little mischievous, I like to beat them a little, But I just enjoy the relationship of giving and receiving under mutual agreement.”

“Can you assure me that your nasty tastes didn’t develop under forced circumstances?”

“Forced? I’ve had it since before I came here. It’s just the usual lust for conquest, domination, and the like, mixed with more intimate desires you know. Is that so unusual?”

Eve explained, while glossing over the details of her previous life.

Callisto had been studying Eve’s face as she set down her teacup with a casual smile, as if to see if she was lying.

He suddenly realized that something was amiss and straightened his slightly slumped posture.

“Is this…?”

“Huh?”

For a moment, Callisto’s eyes which seemed to be glazed over stared at Eve with his complexion hardening. He knew what this phenomenon was a harbinger of, and his expression twisted even more viciously.

“You… Here…!”

“You look very sleepy. Get some sleep. I’ll tell you all about it when you wake up.”

“Dare you….!”

Callisto, who was leaning against the armrests of his chair, forced himself to steady his collapsing body, and quickly tried to open a magic circle. A swarm of red light filled the room, and his lips curled.

His violet eyes reflected the red light, and he stared at Eve as if he wanted to devour her. Every muscle in her body clenched and tensed as she feigned nonchalance. If she had to, she’d immediately break the window and run.

Boom.

“Sh—t….”

The sticky red glow in the room quickly faded. The magic circle closed as well, since Callisto’s body, which was unable to withstand the temptation of sleep, collapsed.

Eve breathed a sigh of relief as she picked up Callisto’s rapidly falling asleep body.

“Wow…. That was close… For an Archmage, you’re so d–mned sensitive.”

Eve laid him down on her bed after cradling the boy’s limp body in her arms. She then began to undo the fastenings of his clothes one by one.

She felt creeped out by his youthful appearance, like she was touching a minor inappropriately.

After deciding that she had to do something about this appearance first, Eve closed all the windows in the room and pulled out Octavia’s toolkit.

‘It was called the One-Time Void Field Generator’, and it looked like a small white toy cube.

Eve placed the Void Field Generator on the tea table as Octavia had instructed, pressed the red-marked button, and took a couple steps back. She felt something in the air swirl rapidly.

She couldn’t see it, but she could feel an intangible energy flowing toward a point on the tool. It was a strange sensation that made the hairs on her arms stand on end.

A moment passed, and the white cube immediately turned crimson.

The room was now, according to Octavia’s description, completely cut off of mana. She quickly turned her gaze from the cube to her own bed, where Callisto was. The body of a boy was now gone and a tall young man lay unconscious on the bed instead, his body was growing at a rapid pace, and his clothes were not.

The underpants she’d left untucked were immediately tattered with all the stitching ripped out.

“Wow, this actually works?”

Octavia had apparently given her a rundown of the mechanics of body shapeshifting magic, mana blocking and void fields, but honestly, Eve had listened in one ear and out the other.

She roughly understood that if she used it, mana would disappear in that space, magic circles could not open, and no one would be able to use or maintain their magic.

If someone used the cube and the person remained a child in his physical body, then one would have to search every inch of his body for a magic stone.

Octavia explained that she could only use magic inside the Void Field if she had magic stones.

The rest of Octavia’s excited ramblings about the homeostasis of sustained magic and the difference between mana in the air and mana in the body were beyond Eve’s comprehension.

Even in her previous life, Eve had been rather weak in areas like chemistry and physics.

‘I should give her a lot of incentive’

She thought as she unpacked the silken cloth sack she’d packed the day before.

There were long, black leather belts, each wrapped and stacked neatly. After admiring the evenly dyed leather restraints in ecstasy, Eve gathered them up and headed for the bed.

‘Actually, forcing someone to do something is not my favorite thing to do… And Callisto has been forcing himself on Eve all throughout the game setting, so we’ll call it a win-win.’

Callisto was a Maniac. In other words, he was one of those assholes who pushed Eve to the limit, to the point of destroying the game.

Even if she saw a glimmer of common sense in him, she couldn’t ignore what he had done, or would do, to her. She was a firm believer that the best defense was offense.

On Callisto’s route, he would always poke at her weak spots, instilling guilt on her.

‘You made me this way, so why are you making me look bad by being nice to other men?’

He doesn’t hesitate to use gaslighting and blame her for everything that’s wrong with her.

Eve, who was trying to get away from him, became the bad girl for abandoning a poor, and lonely man. Maybe it was the constant gaslighting that made Eve inexplicably weak to Callisto.

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