Chapter 59: Purple Haired Girl
The bright morning light of the next day hit Eren square in the face as he lay sprawling across the bed, sleeping as if the end of the world had been officially ended.
"Young Master... wake up," a sweet voice tried to wake him up with a little push.
Eren didn’t move. He physically couldn’t. He was currently bound to the mattress for at least another hour, and he thoroughly intended to execute it.
"Wake up, you lazy young master! You’re going to miss the entire morning lecture session!" The sweet voice returned, now carrying a sharp, slightly angrier edge that effectively broke his sleep.
Eren let out a massive, groggy yawn, slowly blinking his blue eyes open only to find a literal red-haired goddess leaning directly over his face.
Mira was offering him a cute, brilliant smile, but the real hazard was the fact that her exceptionally massive, spectacular chest was spilling heavily out from her academy uniform, hanging mere inches from his nose.
Eren’s gaze involuntarily drifted downward, and he immediately cleared his throat. The morning wood parameters are currently spiking to dangerous levels.
"Good morning, sugar daddy," Mira beamed, entirely aware of the effect she was having. "I’ve already prepared a fresh breakfast for you at the table. Get your lazy self out of bed."
Eren sat up, throwing the covers aside as he rubbed the back of his neck. "You know, while I thoroughly love the luxury of having a top-tier beauty wake me up beside my bed every single day, you are officially a student now, Mira. You aren’t my maid anymore."
Mira’s grin widened into a thoroughly satisfied, proud look. She placed her hands on her hips. "Of course I’m not the maid. But I am officially your dedicated girlfriend now, which means it is my absolute responsibility to manage the schedule of my incredibly lazy, reckless boyfriend."
She then performed a graceful little spin, letting her pleated skirt flutter as she looked at him with expectant, sparkling green eyes. "So, tell me... how does the official Royal Academy uniform look on me?"
Eren stood up from the bed, executing a long, satisfying morning stretch that made his joints pop. He locked his blue eyes onto her spectacular figure, thoroughly enjoying her little show exclusive for him.
"Honestly? That uniform is exceptionally lucky to be wrapped around a body like yours."
Mira giggled with excitement at the compliment, her cheeks flushing a delightful shade of pink as she did another little skip. Eren offered a lazy wave before heading off to wash his face and change, eventually returning to the main room wearing the academy uniform.
He slid into the chair opposite her, immediately digging into the delicious breakfast she had laid out.
As they enjoyed the breakfast, Mira glanced up at him, her mouth slightly stuffed with a piece of pastry. She swallowed quickly, eyes blinking in curiosity. "By the way, young master... why didn’t Captain Emma show up for our dinner last night? Was she really that exhausted from the journey? I thought she’d be the first to arrive to mock your choice of food."
Eren shook his head slowly, taking a measured sip of his tea to delay the inevitable. "No, she wasn’t sleeping. We just argued yesterday after you all parted ways."
Mira’s mouth fell open, her eyes widening instantly.
"What?!" she squeaked, immediately leaning across the table, her boobs jiggling in sudden movement. "A fight? Was it a lovers’ quarrel? Did the brute captain launch another physical assault on you? What exactly happened between you two?"
"It was just a small argument, nothing for you to worry about," Eren said smoothly, maintaining a perfectly calm exterior while his mind ran a quick damage control assessment.
’Yeah, a very small argument. Like how a volcanic eruption is just a minor rise in temperature. There is absolutely zero chance I can reveal to her what happened.’
How could he possibly explain that Emma had completely lost her temper over his recklessness? The hot-blooded knight was practically furious that he had managed to get a sword pressed against his windpipe within his very first hour on campus.
Eren was honestly grateful she hadn’t completely lost control and kicked his ass right there. Still, her wrath was severe enough that she had ruthlessly boycotted their dinner.
He let out a quiet, dramatic sigh under his breath, leaning back in his chair. Now he had to apologise to her sincerely.
After finishing up breakfast, the two of them entered the main academy grounds and promptly parted ways to attend their respective morning classes.
As Eren walked down the massive open-air corridors, he noticed the atmosphere had shifted slightly from the previous day. The students whispering around him weren’t as visibly paralyzed with mortal terror anymore; instead, they seemed thoroughly fueled by the unstoppable power of campus gossip about his new behaviour and engagement with Aria.
His curriculum for today consisted entirely of foundational mana engineering subjects. Eren wasn’t entirely sure if he was relieved or if he was simply sad that his schedule didn’t include any specialized advanced sword training classes today.
Showing up to a martial faculty arena while the instructor was actively looking for a valid excuse to dismantle his bones sounded like a terrible idea.
The second he entered the massive auditorium classroom, the entire room fell into a dead, absolute silence. Dozens of eyes snapped toward him, only to immediately break eye contact the exact millisecond he looked back.
The collective whispering launched instantly.
"So the rumors were actually true. The menace has returned."
"Wait, what in the world is a combat-obsessed lunatic like Eren Volsver doing in a mana engineering class?"
"He probably just lost his way after a one-month suspension."
Eren merely shook his head, navigating the rows with a completely unbothered posture.
He scanned the seating layout, looking for a suitable spot, eventually identifying a perfectly isolated area right toward the back corner of the auditorium. A perfect spot.
Eren walked straight up the stairs and slid into the empty seat, right next to a student who was currently sleeping soundly with her head buried in the wooden desk.
He couldn’t see her face, save for the long, shining purple hair that cascaded across her uniform shoulders like a tangled silk sheet.
’Wait, purple hair?’ Eren blinked as he knew her somewhere.
But before he could investigate his memories, he flexed his hands against the desktop, and a strange sensation suddenly rippled straight through his entire frame. It felt like a subtle, vibrating current running beneath his skin.
"What the hell...? Am I still suffering from futigie from yesterday’s fight?"
Before he could process the internal anomaly, the front doors of the auditorium swung open, and the scheduled instructor smoothly marched up to the central podium.