Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

“And also, look at the final highlighted section in the book.”

“The Elven attitude toward love is extremely extreme! They only get one chance to choose in their entire life.”

Yuna lowered her voice, her tone becoming especially serious.

“Once the two of you have deep physical contact, or even accidentally exchange bodily fluids—”

“That’s equivalent to his soul aura being completely imprinted into your body.”

“He’s already become your one and only partner now.”

“If you choose to leave him in the future, the flower of the Elf within your soul will rapidly wither and die.”

After hearing this explanation, Cecilia quietly calmed down.

The suffocating sense of shame she had felt whenever she recalled yesterday’s scenes miraculously stopped spreading at this moment.

She slowly placed the heavy academic book onto her lap, then lowered her head and gently reached out to stroke the silver Resonance Bracelet on her wrist.“So… all of this was fate?”

“Only once in a lifetime…”

Cecilia lowered her eyes and softly murmured in a voice only she could hear.

So the crazy things she had done last night inside the Historical Projection had all been completely normal reactions that followed her instincts.

If it was the choice of her soul, then how could she possibly reject her own soul?

The girl raised her head. Although her cheeks still retained that beautiful rosy blush—

There was no longer any panic in her eyes.

Instead, a huge sense of sweetness born from finally confirming her own feelings had begun to brew within them.

However, when she once again recalled the things she had desperately sought from Senior while hanging onto him last night, Cecilia’s tiny toes hidden beneath the blanket still curled tightly on their own.

Her long slender legs unconsciously rubbed lightly against each other as well.

Even with a reasonable explanation, doing something like that still felt unbelievably embarrassing.

Watching Cecilia fall into a long silence after putting the book down—

Yuna’s eyes darted around before she suddenly associated this with Cecilia’s prestigious noble background.

She assumed this young noble lady was troubled because she had considered Lance’s identity as a commoner adventurer and realized the enormous gap in social standing between the two of them.

“Actually, you really don’t need to think of things so seriously.”

Yuna quickly reached out and patted her roommate’s back as she comforted her.

“Lance actually feels like a pretty good person once you get to know him. Even though he’s just a low-level adventurer without any background right now, he has a lot of potential…”

“Yuna.”

Cecilia suddenly lifted her head and softly interrupted her roommate.

“He’s not an ordinary adventurer.”

Her tone was extremely firm, without even the slightest hesitation.

And Yuna was shocked to see that an exceptionally gentle smile was currently hanging on Cecilia’s lips.

“He’s my… my partner.”

Yuna was directly stunned by the powerful aura of determination that suddenly erupted from Cecilia.

She opened her mouth and stammered slightly.

“Y-You accepted it this quickly already?”

“Mhm.” Cecilia once again reached up and touched her burning hot cheek.

Ever since learning that she had entered her Flowering Period and become bound to Senior, her heart had been filled with the sweetness of finding a partner—

But at the same time, an indescribable bitterness had also started spreading through her heart.

“But Yuna… the book says that Elves can only have one partner in their entire life.” Cecilia frowned slightly. “Then what about humans?”

“Huh? What about humans?” Yuna asked in confusion.

The image of the beautiful receptionist girl from the Adventurers’ Guild instantly surfaced in Cecilia’s mind.

She remembered very clearly the passionate look in that girl named Nia’s eyes every time she saw Senior.

“If…”

Cecilia’s slender fingers tightened slightly as she firmly gripped the white bedsheet beneath her.

The sweetness in her tone gradually transformed into an aggrieved vulnerability that made one’s heart ache.

“What if the partner I’ve chosen has other outstanding girls around him too?”

She looked up at Yuna as if seeking confirmation.

“The law seems to allow nobles to have many lovers…”

Yuna immediately sucked in a cold breath upon hearing those words.

Her sensitive gossip radar activated instantly.

She felt as though she could smell the scent of an earth-shattering scandal filling the air.

“Someone dares to fight you over Lance?” Yuna widened her eyes and asked.

Cecilia did not answer her roommate’s question.

She merely revealed an even gentler smile toward Yuna before decisively lifting the blanket and getting out of bed.

Barefoot, she walked over to the large dressing mirror in the room and quietly gazed at herself in the reflection.

White long hair.

Delicate facial features.

And those red eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

She softly murmured toward the mirror.

Her tone did not sound like a young girl’s complaint.

Instead, it sounded more like a vow.

“I absolutely will not hand him over to anyone… no matter who it is.”

This was the first time since meeting Cecilia that Yuna had ever seen such a completely different side of her.

At this moment, there was no trace left of the soft and adorable girl who looked easy to bully.

The aura Cecilia carried now instead resembled those top-tier noble girls Yuna had seen among the academy’s upper years—girls who held real authority in their hands.

Yuna suddenly smacked her forehead.

Oh right, she had nearly forgotten the most important thing.

Cecilia had always been a genuine noble young lady who possessed immense power and status!

Yuna recalled the dazzling title the entire Violet Academy had given her roommate.

Violet Pearl.

Only today did Yuna finally understand that Cecilia’s usual softness and cuteness might merely have existed because she had been cautiously trying to adapt to unfamiliar things she had never experienced before.

Like leaving the protection of her aunt and learning to live collectively alongside people her own age.

Like coming to a remote small town to undergo brutal combat internship training.

Like trying to learn how to become an adventurer who rolled around in mud.

Or like now, facing this complicated thing called love for the very first time.

Whenever she first came into contact with these unfamiliar things, this inexperienced young girl would instinctively retreat into her shell, giving others the illusion that she was weak, soft, and in need of protection.

But once she completely understood the rules of something—

Or silently made up her mind to face a challenge on her own—

Once she stopped relying on the people around her who protected her—

Only then would she truly shed her disguise and reveal the side hidden deep within her bones.

That soul which was dazzling enough.

And steadfast enough.

This was the bearing that the future head young lady of the Rosenthal Family—whose legacy had lasted for hundreds of years—should possess.

Yuna sat quietly by the bedside as she watched the girl standing before the mirror.

She felt that only today, at this very moment, had she truly come to know a complete Cecilia.

The pure-hearted girl who blushed red every day after being teased by dirty jokes was her.

And the girl who had now become firm and confident for the sake of protecting her partner was also her.

But when facing this fully unleashed version of Cecilia, Yuna realized she did not dislike it at all.

One could even say that this overwhelming contrast made her roommate far more charming, and her image far more vivid and complete.

Compared to the obedient good girl who only knew how to endure everything in silence before, Yuna much preferred the intense possessiveness Cecilia was displaying without reservation right now.

Yuna’s gossip-loving heart was already burning fiercely within her chest.

If that heart could make noise at this moment—

Then this room would definitely be endlessly echoing with Yuna’s excited cries as someone who loved watching drama unfold.

Fight! Hurry up and fight! Let blood flow like rivers over stealing a man!