The Basement Mage’s Chaotic Practice Sessions - Chapter 53

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Boom— Boom— Boom— The thunderous beat of war drums, Roooar— a massive wave of cheers.

Ronius’s returning contingent arrived at Kelumen, the capital of the Vertean Empire, exactly two days later.

The units that had returned ahead of them were waiting. The entire Knight Order, except for the divisions led by the 3rd and 4th Unit Captains, had joined the triumphal procession. Jeina, recognized for her achievement in dispelling the Pope’s barrier, was also allowed to join the knights’ parade. However, the Order had objected, insisting it was too risky to show her face with her black hair and black eyes. In the end, she just shrugged her shoulders once and climbed into a carriage.

‘Hmm. It’s not even an open carriage… If it was going to be like this, was there any real need for me to be crammed in here?’

She did wonder, but she didn’t pay it much mind. After all, she was a mage, one who didn’t take the words of Barren Lands folk at face value. Using a concealment spell to hide her true form, Jeina plopped down at the far end of the spacious carriage. Only the horses, keenly sensing her presence, whinnied and stamped their feet for a moment, but the soldier driving the carriage skillfully pulled on the reins, and they quickly settled down.

“Wooah—! It’s the Cainus Knight Order!”

“Sir Knight! Our hero!”

“For the glory of the Vertean Empire!”

“De Xtion! Sir Knight! Look over here too!”

Amid the countless cheers, she watched the knights march. An impossibly long procession stretched all the way back as far as the eye could see.

And at the very front of the splendid parade…

“Ronius de Xtion! Sir Knight! Sir Knight!”

As if he’d never had his backside spanked right in front of her, adorned in his armor and a flowing cape, Ronius advanced with an air of nobility. His stately, marching figure exuded an overwhelming authority, and the gazes of the Barren Lands people looking up at him were filled with reverence.

‘Hmm, our Sir Knight. This side of him is new.’

She had occasionally seen him leading and commanding his subordinates up close, but it had never struck her like this. She had only ever felt puzzled whenever she saw people who were intensely afraid or intimidated by him.

Poor things, they have no idea how adorable he is beneath that prickly exterior. Yet, while it was a pity that she alone knew of Roni’s adorableness, she also felt a secret sense of pride.

That fierce, rugged exterior, which hid a face that could melt into lewd vulnerability and a fragile core—that powerful body was full of so many weak points. Smacking her lips, she imagined the mischievous backside hidden beneath his cloak.

With a slight flick of her wrist, she stirred a breeze. The flower petals people were tossing into the air swirled high, causing his cloak to flutter dramatically.

“Woooah!” The cheers grew even wilder, and Ronius flinched, his eyes darting back for a split second. He shook his head at a subordinate who was saying something to him, then continued leading the procession.

She giggled soundlessly.

I’d love to just tear all those clothes off him right now, but if I did that, he’d probably really run away.

“Instead…” she murmured softly, pulling out a doll the size of her forearm. I didn’t think I’d get to test this out so soon. Her masterpiece, the one she’d been itching to try. Namely…

“Ah.”

Come to think of it, she hadn’t given it a name yet.

While she was occupied with this trivial thought, the horses inexplicably picked up their pace. In a hurry, she hastily christened the doll “Secret Roni” and channeled her mana into it.

Immediately, the formless shape of cloth and stuffing developed distinct features. Its hair turned golden, its wide-open eyes gleamed red, and its jawline and nose bridge became surprisingly sharp. For a doll, its facial features were quite defined. Dressed in miniature armor, it was the spitting image of the man leading the parade. Well, of course it was, its name was “Secret Roni.”

Plus, it was a creature that shared all its senses with him.

Jeina grinned.

“Shall we start here?” she muttered to herself, poking the doll’s backside—the same backside she had relentlessly tormented for days. Unlike the firm real thing, being a bundle of stuffing, it sank in with a soft poof.

At that moment, the procession abruptly halted. The one at the front had stopped dead in his tracks. He then acted as if nothing was wrong, offering a silent salute to the people below.

Woooah— The roar of the crowd grew even louder.

“Hmph.”

She let out a soft snort and jiggled the doll’s bottom. Ronius flinched, and after a moment, the stalled procession moved forward again. His horse twitched its hindquarters, and it seemed like he was twitching his own in sync on top of it.

Filled with a desire to get very acquainted with that backside, she spanked the stuffed doll’s bottom pow! pow! and flicked the space between with her finger.

She wanted to hear his choked gasps, but all she could hear was the thunderous cheering, and all she could see was his stiffened back as he glanced around nervously.