Editing Seirei Tsukai no Blade Dance:Volume2 Chapter4

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==Cat Fight==

===Part 1===

“Neeveeer, I’ll not accept this!”

It was evening. Claire’s angry voice reverberated throughout the Raven Class dormitory.

“I've already had to concede to her joining the team temporarily due to the guarding mission, but—“

She brushed her red twin-tail hair in irritation.

“Why is this girl in the same room with us?!”

She faced Fianna, who was drinking her cup of black tea in elegant small sips, and thrust her finger toward her.
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Turning away standoffishly, Fianna sighed and muttered.

“What a small room, I wouldn't have thought that this is a place where a noble would live in.”

“Sh…shut up! If you have complaints, why don’t you take it up to the academy director?”

“What I am talking about is how messy the room is. Can’t you catch the sarcasm of the remark?”

“Grh…i…it’s usually properly tidied up!”

Kamito sighed as he was at his wits’ end. These two have already been like this for some time now.

“Hey, Kamito-kun, don’t you think so too?”

“Err, well…”

Casting a glance at Claire who was on the verge of tears, Kamito answered vaguely.

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“That reminds me, Ren Ashbell’s true identity—“

“Ahh, it’s certainly messy. Claire should at least clean it up.”

Claire bit her lips with teary eyes.

(…Sorry, Claire. I’m unable to defy this princess.)

Somehow, the girl knew Kamito’s true identity.

Kamito’s intent was to quickly press the question, but, in this situation, Claire would also learn about it.

This princess seemed to have no intention of telling the secret to Claire, but she had been threatening him by leaking that name since a while ago.

Feeling like a cat on hot bricks, Kamito tediously sighed.

While the invisible fireworks scattered, Est was playing with Scarlet with a green foxtail.

It seemed that Claire realized that she was no match for Fianna in the battle of words, and diverted the flow of the argument to Kamito.

“Besides, why should it be my room?!”

“Well, because you’re the only person in the dormitory who occupies the room just by herself.”

“It’s not only me, even not just two of us. Including Est, it’s three people.”

“Aren’t you treating me as your slave spirit? By the dormitory rules, spirits are not counted as roommates.”

“Uh, that’s so, but…”

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“Well, with all of us, I guess the room will be cramped, as expected. I’ll leave.”

In the first place, Kamito should have been living in a hut outside.

Moreover, it would be no good if rumors about a guy sleeping in girl’s room were to spread.

“Hey, what are you going to do when you leave? Do you plan on going as far as sleeping outdoors?”

“For the time being, a tent would be sufficient. I’ll manage one way or another.”

Claire grabbed the back of Kamito’s neck as he tried to leave the room.

“What?”

“No.”

“Huh?”

“That’s no good. After all, if you’re gone…”

Claire looked downwards and tightly bit her lips.

“Who will do the cooking and the laundry?!”

“…Err, you do it.”

“No way. After all, the meals you make are delicious…”

It seemed that Claire, who used to live on canned food, had her stomach held captive by Kamito’s home cooking.

“Besides, if you were to leave, wouldn’t that mean you and Est are left all alone together. That’s no good. Rinslet and, like just now, Ellis may come meddling. No, it’s not just Ellis and the others. After all, there are many girls targeting you out of curiosity.”

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“If I’m being targeted…me and Est can fend off most of them.”

“I…it’s not what I've been meaning… Stupid.”

Claire released her hold on the back of his neck.

“Y…you are mine after all. I’ll not give you to anyone.”

“…ven if you said that…”

Kamito softly sighed—

“Hey, what do you mean by yours?”

Fianna muttered in soft tone.

“Claire Rouge, what kind of relationship do you have with Kamito-kun?”

“Wh…what kind of relationship… that’s…”

Claire bashfully blushed,

“A…a sl…slave and a master relationship!”

“Wh…what did you say…!”

Fianna looked at Kamito with an astonished look.

“D…don’t tell me, you have such a insane relationship...”

“Wait, don’t utter something that’ll cause misunderstanding!”

“Hm…hmm, besides, what kind of relationship do you have with Kamito? Despite being a freshly admitted student, aren’t you being very intimate?”

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In reverse, Claire was the one asking back this time.

When she did, Fianna coughed—

“Me? I’m… his little sister, Kamito’s”

“Eh!”

“…? A sister, I …”

“Hey, listen, the truth is that Ren Ashbell’s true identity—“

“Ye…yes, she is my little sister, my little sister!”

Fianna murmured the magic words and Kamito nodded right away.

“Li…little sister… I see, so you had a little sister.”

Claire stroked her chest for some reason.

“However, I’m his stepsister.”

“Stepsister!?”

“That’s right, furthermore, a naughty stepsister.”

“A nau…naughty stepsister!?”

Claire’s face turned bright red in a split second.

…What on earth was she imagining?

“Here’s a hint, a stepsister can be married to her brother, right, onii-sama ♪“

Suddenly, Fianna tightly pressed her large breasts unto him.

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Kamito was spontaneously startled by that duly soft sensation—

“Wh…wh…wh…id…idiot, you brute pervert!”

“Ouch, wait, it’s a misunderstanding, stop—“

For some reason, tears welled up in Claire’s eyes as she hit Kamito with her whip. Pishi! Pishi!

“Hey, what are you doing to Kamito-kun!”

Phishi!—Fianna grabbed Claire’s arm that swung up.

“Uh, wh…what!”

“Kamito-kun isn’t your slave.”

“Yea, that’s right.”

Kamito nodded.

“He is mine.”

“No, I’m not yours either, you know?”

Kamito retorted with half-opened eyes.

(…Good grief, I wonder why such people are all around me.)

“Too bad. Kamito is my slave spirit, after all…??”

“After all?”

As Fianna asked back, Claire’s cheeks slight blushed,

“After all, err… I even…did the spirit contract ceremony with Kamito.”

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“…”

Fianna opened her mouth.

She faced Kamito, whose head was made to squeak.

“Hey, is that true? Kamito-kun.”

She had a devilish smile.

“No, that’s…”

Honestly, he was getting embarrassed just by recalling that time.

He turned bright red and cast down his eyes, which was roughly the same reaction Claire's shown.

If it was that embarrassing, then don’t mention it – she thought, but.

After witnessing such reaction from both of them, Fianna calmly muttered.

“I see…you kissed.”

Her tone was certainly calm, but it was the tone that concealed something dreadful.

…She was angry. She was certainly angry.

(No, why is Fianna angry in the first place?)

As Kamito showed a doubtful expression, Fianna quickly stood up –

Faced Claire, who was bashfully turning red and sharply thrust her index finger at her.

“Let’s have a match, Claire Rouge!”

“A match?”

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“Yes, a match, where the winner is the one who can love Kamito-kun.”

“No…no way, not such a thing! To begin with, Kamito is originally mine!”

“I’ve been saying that’s not it…”

Kamito tried to cut into their conversation, but the two of them didn't seem to hear him.

“If you win, I’ll leave this room. Then, you can do all the perverted things you'd like with Kamito-kun, just the two of you.”

“I…I…I won’t do such things!”

“Ahh, then, is doing it by yourself more to your liking?”

“Wh…wh…wh…what are…”

Claire turned bright red and the steam vented from her head.

(…She was thoroughly toyed with.)

Claire was extremely weak toward the reprehension in such an area, she was a super innocent ojou-sama.

“Or perhaps, you have no confidence? You just don’t want me to take away Kamito-kun?”

Fianna further provoked Claire, who has finally snapped.

“Guu… A…as you wish! Come forth, scorching hot hellcat!”

She summoned Scarlet and held in her hand an elemental waffe – Flame Tongue.

“Hey, do you plan on destroying the dormitory?! The people from the Sylphid Knights will dash here!”

“It’s alright, because I’ll settle it before they come.”

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“That’s completely not alright!”

Claire-san, her eyes were serious. …She was determined.

“Don’t be in such a hurry, Claire Rouge.”

However, Fianna waved her hand with a composed expression.

“What, now that it has come to this, are you pleading for your life?”

“I didn’t say anything about having a match in blade dance. I wonder if trying to settle everything with violence is something proper nobles do. Did all the nutrition that’s supposed to go to your head go to your breasts –“

Fianna looked at Claire’s breasts and smiled.

“— I guess that's not the case.”

“Burn all to nothing, red hot inferno ball!”

“Wait, Claire! Stop the spirit magic!”

Kamito flustered and held her hands to her back as Claire tried to recite fireball.

At their best, they were hovering near the bottom of the inter-school ranking. If they caused any more problems, <Team Scarlet’s> score would drop to the lowest rank.

“Guu…then, what kind of match are we having?!”

“Yea—“

Placing her index finger at her chin, Fianna slowly looked around the room.

—Then, her gaze stopped on a mountain of canned food, piled up in the kitchen.

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Kamito overlooked that her eyes were sparkling.

“Then, the first one who satisfies Kamito’s body, wins – how’s that?”

“Sa…satisfies his body…!?”

Claire’s face turned bright red.

“No…no way, not such a thing! After all, I don’t know any skillful methods… that’s not it, su…such a thing is definitely not allowed!”

“I don’t know what kind of misunderstanding you're having, but what I’m talking about is a culinary showdown?”

“Culinary!?”

Claire’s face froze.

It was natural. The first time he met her, she was only eating canned food.

She couldn’t possibly cook something decent.

“No way, I can’t accept such a duel!”

“Ah, offering a meal for a spirit to enjoy itself is the same type of <Kagura> as a blade dance, a skill of a splendid spirit contractor. Isn’t it also among the academy’s core subjects?”

“Th…that’s…”

“Or, are you lacking confidence? …Like that chest of yours.”

She snapped. At that moment, the sound of something snapping was heard.

“I…I get it…”

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“Uh?”

“I…I accept it, this culinary match!”

Claire faced Fianna and sharply thrust her finger at her as she accepted the match.

At that moment, the princess expressed an impish smile.

(By the way, Claire, she has seen through the fact that you’re weak in cooking!)

===Part 2===

Just like that, the culinary showdown between the two of them somehow began but—

The two beautiful girls, who put on aprons, were standing next to each other at a side of the kitchen respectively.

It was the common kitchen at the first floor of the Raven Class dormitory. It seemed that as long as one was a boarding student, it was alright to freely use the ingredients available there.

Est the judge had well behaved at the table and was tightly grasping a spoon.

While being nervous about the other meaning of having Scarlet to take care of the leftovers, Kamito paced around the back of the kitchen.

(…Frankly, Claire has no chance of winning.)

He certainly had never eaten Claire’s home cooking but, in any case, she was the ojou-sama, who got through with mostly canned food in her meals since she came to the academy.

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“Ehh, canned tuna, mackerel tuna… and I splurge a little and also open the canned crab.”

While humming, Claire arranged the canned food ingredients. Kamito had doubts about approving her combination of canned food but, for now, it looked edible, so Kamito took a breath of relief.

“Fruits are easy to eat after being cut.”

Upon seeing Claire slowly took out the kitchen knife, Kamito interrupted her.

“Are you alright with that? Don’t cut your finger.”

“I’m alright, after all, I was always watching you prepare food.”

“I see…hn, you were always watching?”

“Idi…th…that’s not it, I do not mean something like that!”

“Waah, it’s dangerous, don’t swing the kitchen knife!”

Bun! Kamito splendidly dodged the kitchen knife, which grazed his nose tip.

“Hmm, be…because you said something stupid!”

Claire’s face, up till her ears, was bright red and she quickly turned away.

“Putting that aside, what on earth are you making?”

“Seafood curry, the one that you often make. Because I like that.”

“Eh, you don’t normally use canned tuna and canned mackerel for seafood curry, you know?”

It seemed that she tossed the ingredients into the sauce from what she learned by watching him.

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“Sh…shut up… It’s not like there’s a reason to the fishes’ name one by one. It’s the same as not remembering the face of the partner, who you danced with at the ball.”

“…That’s terrible. Do remember that.”

Besides Claire’s character, just her appearance was that of a transcendent beautiful girl. He was without doubt that there would be as many young nobles as the number of stars, who would be hard-pressed by her lovely looks and ask her for a dance.

“…At any rate, Claire, you’re in a dress?”

“What, I was once too the daughter of a Duke family before my lands were seized, so I do at least wear dresses… Or perhaps, is it that I look strange wearing a dress?”

“No, I just thought that you looked good wearing it.”

“…Wh…wh…what are you saying, idiot.”

Kamito spoke his honest thoughts  and Claire increasingly turned red and looked downwards.

She slightly raised her head and looked at Kamito with an upward glance—

“Hey, do you re…really… think I look good?”

“Yea, I think that  your red hair looks pretty with that pure white dress…. I don’t want to admit but honestly just your looks are prettier than any princess.”

“…!”

“Well, while wearing a dress, your breasts volume is overwhelming lacking though. Using paddings there to make do with it is the only—“

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Then, Kamito suddenly shut his mouth.

Gogogogogogogo… The kitchenware were clattering.

…It seemed that he stepped on another unnecessary landmine again.

“Ah…no… I’m sorry.”

“…Th…th…that’s right. Unless I use paddings, I can’t even wear a dress, right?”

“Hey, Clare, why are you holding such a thing? That’s a handy tool you use to peel vegetables, it’s not something you use on people… owaa, wai—“

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“Kuu, I can’t believe that there’s such a way to use a vegetable peeler…”

As Kamito cursed, he turned up at Fianna’s corner this time.

There were numerous scars like cat-scratches on his cheeks.

“Despite being poor at using the cookware, she completely mastered it using it as a weapon.”

At this rate, the day that Claire’s elemental waffe became a peeler from a whip might also be close.

(Turn into bonito flakes…? What a terribly unpleasant future.)

While pressing down on his cheeks, which was suffering prickling pain, he was thinking about such a thing,

“—Hmm, you two are on pretty good terms.”

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Raising her face from the chopping board, FIanna said with half-opened eyes.

Somehow, she seemed a little displeased.

“Is that how it looks like? Princess, your eyes are also surprisingly bad.”

“Not everything you see is the truth – That was a saying from a certain senior of mine.”

“That indeed seems like words that a princess maiden of the <Divine Ceremony Institute> would say.”

Kamito shrugged his shoulders and stood beside Fianna.

She was slicing a carrot with a nice tapping rhythm.

Because she was a <Kagura> expert, who pleased spirits, as expected her skill was good.

“You seem full of confidence.”

“Of course. During the time at the <Divine Ceremony Institute>, although there was a ceremony to offer cooked meals to high ranking spirits once a month, all of them were satisfied with my offered meals and returned to Astral Zero.”

“Really? That’s amazing.”

Kamito was honestly in admiration. That seemed to be a great expectation.  Naturally, because appearance was more important than taste for the meals offered to spirits, he wondered if it would differ from the cooking humans eat.

“By the way, what was that one bottle you poured into the pot just now?”

“Capsicum. I’m using it as a subtle seasoning.”

“I see, a subtle seasoning.”

A subtle seasoning. The soup in the pot certainly became red and was making the ingredients subtle to see.

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However, did subtle seasoning generally have such a meaning?

“…Is that okay?”

“Yea, it has such a vibrant and pretty color, doesn’t it?”

…That somehow invited anxiety but he gave investigating it a miss.

Fianna nodded, seemingly satisfied, and casted her sights onto the chopping board again.

While listening to the rhythmic tapping sound, Kamito gazed at Fianna face profile.

She had black pupils of long slits and virgin-snow-like white skin.

Her black hair, which reached up to her waist, was currently tied up to not let it fall.

Her white nape was mysteriously erotic.

Without thinking, Kamito was charmed by that somewhat mature face profile.

(With just tying her hair up, her impression has greatly changed…?)

Her tied up hair. There was something stuck in Kamito’s mind.

(…This girl, as I thought, have I met her somewhere?)

Despite that it should be the first time they met, the girl somehow knew Kamito’s true identity.

(However, I don’t have any princess acquaintances…)

It was irritating that he seemed to recall something but yet he couldn’t recall anything.

He was staring at Fianna’s face profile in that manner—

“Hey, Kamito-kun? Why have you being visually raping me since just now?”

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Fianna turned towards him with a slightly troubled look.

“Ah, no … visually raping!?”

“That is certainly things like turning this fallen princess senseless, or training her like a slave. Kamito-kun, it’s your free-will to make these various perverted delusions but… well, honestly, it doesn’t really feel good to be used as a puberty boy’s delusions.”

“What kind of person do you think I am?”

“Ah, I would like for you to not take a princess maiden, who serves the elemental lords of the <Divine Ceremony Institute>, lightly. I can read your mind like picking something up.”

After saying that, Fianna drew her face close and gently placed her hand onto Kamito’s forehead.

He was reflexively startled by the sensation of her cold soft skin.

“…Eh? No way, a nude maid, that’s shameful…”
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“What’s shameful is your mind!”

Kamito spontaneously shouted.

Besides, what was a nude maid? Was it a variant of the nude apron? He was a little curious.

At that moment—

“Kamito, it’s about the meat’s grilling adjustment though, is medium good? Or, well-done?”

“Ahh, I prefer medium… owa!”

Upon turning around, before he knew it, Claire was standing there with a smile and a fireball floating.

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“Yo…yo…you are the wo…wo…worst, something like nude maid, you’re the worst!”

Gogogogogogogo……!

“Wait, it’s a false accusation – Fianna!?”

He requested for help but Fianna had already left the scene with an impish smile.

“Tu…turn into cinders together with your insolent delusions, you pervert!”

The fireball Claire released blew Kamito away together with the kitchen.

===Part 4===

Just like that, 30 minutes passed.

At the table where the judges were sitting, the food cooked by the two of them was lined up.

Est, Scarlet and Kamito, who was worn out, were sitting side by side in a line.

As the result of drawing lots, they would start eating Claire’s cooking first but—

“…Ah, I have to at least ask, what is this?”

A black lump of something was laid down on the plate before him.

Wasn’t that probably the cinders thing Claire was always saying?

“If I remember, it was seafood curry… right? That was what you were making.”

“…I…It looks a little overcooked.”

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The thing before him was completely carbonized… It was no longer about the taste.

“Ehh, is it bad if I don’t eat this?

“I…it’s not about appearances, what’s important is the taste, right?!”

“It’s awfully bitter.”

Est, who sampled a mouthful, muttered that expressionlessly.

“…Est, you betrayed me.”

“Isn’t that obvious? Est, you’ve done well.”

“Wh…what, Scarlet is deliciously eating it.”

“That’s because it’s a fire spirit. It probably doesn’t have something like the sense of taste.”

That burnt-black lump was completely eaten by Scarlet, but he had the feeling that rather than eating something, it was incinerating waste. After it finishing eating, it puffed out a small fireball.

“…Isn’t Est also a spirit?! I don’t think she understands the taste of a delicate cuisine.”

“Use of abusive language towards a judge. Claire gets a point deduction.”

Expressionlessly, Est raised up a point-deduction card.

“Guu…”

“With just a black thing, there’s no need to eat it. It’s my victory.”

Fianna placed her place near her mouth and a wide smile appeared on her face.

Well, there seemed to already be a winner decided, but they had to also at least eat and compare her cooking.

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They saw the cooking that was carried over—

“Th..that’s..!”

Kamito was lost for words. Est widened her eyes unusually, Scarlet purred.

It seemed to be a boiling…stew.

It was red. It was more red compared to the time Kamito saw it a while ago, It was a stew whose ingredients could not be seen.

“Ehh, what is … this?”

“This is the Ordesia royal family’s specially, the white stew.”

“How is it white!?”

At least on the surface, all he could see was one color, red. And then, there was a dreadful smell that even thrust up into his nose.

It was because of the subtle seasoning she used just now, he was certain of that.

“Wh…what is this?! There’s no way anyone could eat such a thing!”

Claire pushed aside her own matters and complained. …Well, she understood that feeling.

“Ahh, the daughter of the Elstein family is complaining without even trying it.”

Fianna brushed her glossy black hair and looked down at Claire.

“This isn’t fair. I doubt that’s something nobles, who are exemplars to the masses, do.”

“Uggg….!”

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Unfairness aside, Fianna also did not eat Claire’s burnt-black thing, but Claire, who blew her top, seemed to not have noticed such a thing.

Or perhaps he should put it that she was basically weak to provocation to things about noble ojou-sama. She was even weaker especially when it involved her family name and her pride as a noble.

“I…I get it, it’s alright if I eat a mouthful of that, right? I’m good with spicy things, after all.”

The moment Claire nodded, Fianna expressed a wicked smile.

“Hey, Claire, that’s seriously dangerous—“

Without time for Kamito to stop Claire, she put the spoon into her mouth.

And then, at the next moment.

“Hyguu—!?”

……Patan.

Suddenly, she collapsed onto the table.

“Cl…Claire, are you alright?!”

Kamito helped her up in a fluster but Claire’s eyes were spinning.

“…Sh…she’s completely knocked out.”

“It’s my victory.”

Fianna placed her hand at her waist and smiled.

“Err, it was this kind of a match?”

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“Is that not it?”

Fianna looked surprised.

Well, he felt that it was certain that they did not decide on the precise conditions to win.

“You certainly did say that you made the spirits satisfied with a ceremony of the <Divine Ceremony Institute>, right?”

“Yea, just by eating a mouthful, they returned to Astral Zero seemingly satisfied.”

“Uh, I think that they probably did not return satisfied.”

“Cooking that even destroys a spirit sense of taste…Unable to prohibit the trembling.”

Est leaked out a such a mutter.

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