"Stop! Everyone do your stretches then you're dismissed!"
The next day, I was instructing the students at the academy training ground.
The day before, after the incident, Erika had arranged a carriage and taken Felica away. Honestly, that helped a lot. I had been worrying about how to move the badly shaken Felica, who was still reeling from fear and shame, to a quiet place without drawing attention.
As for the idiot son, I called the guards, explained the situation, and had him taken away along with the illegal magic stone.
…Just in case it got covered up, I "borrowed" his magic bag.
I hope he doesn't use it.
If he stirs up any more trouble, I wouldn't mind making it look like suicide and killing him.
Honestly, guys like that idiot son are better off dead quickly so I don't have to stay on guard.
The moment I hear he's been released, I'll go pay him a visit.
Don't underestimate me just because I've tasted war.
While the students were heading to the changing rooms, Roy approached and suddenly bowed his head. I stopped him immediately.
"Stop that, Roy. People might start getting suspicious. You don't want to be questioned either, right? …Is Instructor Felica okay?"
"…Yes. She's calmed down now. I heard from my sister. Thank you so much."
"Don't worry about it… Make sure you thank Erika too, alright?"
"I already did. She somehow accepted my thanks. Though she scolded me to contact Father immediately…"
"Haha, as expected of Erika. She doesn't seem willing to forgive the guy who did that to Felica."
"Yes, that's how it looks. I was so worried about my sister that I didn't notice. I definitely deserved the scolding."
I laughed lightly. Roy gave a bitter smile and shook his head.
I placed a hand on Roy's shoulder and gave him the words he would need from now on.
"When protecting someone important, you have to think about many things, but never get the order wrong… Got it?"
"…Yes! Instructor Raide!"
Roy nodded with a serious expression and headed toward the changing room.
From now on, many events would happen to Roy.
Normally the player would guide him so he wouldn't make mistakes, but there was no player in this world.
One of the events where mistakes could happen was helping people.
If the order was wrong, a heroine could end up in danger. In the worst cases, she could die.
I would help where I could as an instructor, but there were limits.
…I'm counting on you, Roy.
"Were you talking about me?"
"Good work, Erika… You should go change first."
"…Understood."
I turned at the voice from behind and sighed as I spoke.
The thin training clothes were sticking to my body from sweat.
Understanding my words, she replied, then hid her chest with a towel and hurried to the changing room.
…She's a noble lady, right? Maybe I should have a talk with her butler sometime.
Still, I should probably hurry with the plans I'm thinking about.
No — let's hurry.
"So the place you wanted me to accompany you to on the way back is… here?"
"Yeah, that's right."
"…Isn't this normally not a place you'd bring your own student?"
"I brought you more as someone I want help from rather than as a student."
"Help… here?"
Erika listened to my words, then looked up at the shop sign.
I had brought her to the lingerie shop that Erika herself was said to frequent.
We entered the store with Erika leading the way.
A few female customers were scattered around, and they glanced at me when I walked in.
But if it was for a student, I didn't mind.
Erika said something to a shop assistant, who hurriedly went to the back of the store.
Still… they really don't sell them here.
Why not?
From what I've seen in this world, even women with small chests are at least apple-sized.
After a while, a woman appeared from the back of the store.
She had long blonde hair styled in soft curls and looked a little older than Nimi.
She gave off a mature sensuality different from Erika's.
Her chest size was about the same as Nimi's…
She bowed in front of Erika and me, then began speaking with a smile.
"I am Marika, the manager of Flower Mist. It has been a while, Lady Erika… And this gentleman is?"
"It has been a while, Marika. This is Raide, the combat instructor in charge of my year."
"Combat instructor…?"
Marika tilted her head curiously at Erika's introduction.
I gave a small wry smile.
Of course she'd be confused, suddenly being introduced to a combat instructor…
I lowered my head and spoke.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Instructor Raide. Sorry for the sudden visit. Could you help one of my students?"
"What do you mean?"
"…Could you explain it to her? Standing here is rude, so please come this way to the private room."
Marika guided us to what seemed to be a reception room, looking puzzled.
I asked her to prepare writing materials along with the tea.
Once the tea arrived, I quickly drew a sketch and showed it to the two of them.
"Underwear…?"
"…This is…"
"I want you to make underwear that doesn't let the chest shake much during combat and doesn't let the panties ride up."
That's right — there were no bras in this world.
They had corsets and negligees, yet no bras.
I knew because I watched the students during training.
All the girls had large chests. Because of that, their breasts would bounce, preventing them from performing attacks that should have been possible with their physical abilities.
Some looked like they were in pain, and others would uncomfortably adjust their panties when they rode up.
Even Roy seemed to notice, but he pretended not to see anything at those moments.
But the battlefield was different. Monsters wouldn't miss such openings. The same went for fighting people.
What I drew were a bra and panties. It would be easier to understand than words.
"By the way, do such undergarments exist anywhere?"
"…The world is wide, so I can't say none exist, but I've never seen them."
"Why didn't I notice this until now…"
Erika crossed her arms and tilted her head beside me.
I smiled at her and said,
"Erika."
"What?"
"It's business time. I'm counting on you."
"…Eh?"
[Profile]
*Stepmother Nimi
Height 165 cm Age 37 Brown hair tied into a single braid that reaches her waist.
She unties it when sleeping.
Soft expression, gentle older-sister type with strong maternal instincts.
Looks like she's in her late twenties.
Figure is well-balanced — not too thin, not too plump.
The word "lady" fits her perfectly.
Chest size like dodgeballs, softness like marshmallows.
She has started seeing Raide as a man.
After all, she's secretly thinking about how to give him the signal.