Reincarnated as an Elder: I Became the Strongest Summoned Beast in Another World

Chapter 30 Goodbye to an Old Friend

"Another one has arrived."

"Actually, they were together."

The academy's gates had been open for a long time, and lecturer Mao Die stood side by side with the short, stout gatekeeper, waiting at the entrance.

They were greeted not by Cecilia's fearsome patriarch, but by her husband, whose role had, in a sense, been reversed with hers—

Envy, one of the seven deadly sins, is the pseudo-witch Liberl, an elf with the alias Leviathan.

Although it was called "jealousy," like Modie and Yvonne, his religious title and the reality were reversed—

Are virtuous and self-disciplined bad women "lustful"?

Don't tease your sister Ivy; she really gave the Pope a good dressing down.

Is Mao Die, who doesn't like to take credit and quietly covers up the work, "lazy"?

Don't be silly, he really did make the Pope experience what it's like to have his "brain trembling," just like that lazy guy.

Liberl stepped gracefully out of the car, her long, sky-blue hair, her serene, light blue eyes, and her fair, delicate face—all striking yet gentle—were captivating.

No matter how you look at him, he looks like a girl, but he is actually a gentle, caring, and adorable boy.

Putting aside the common anime and manga problem of "drawing a woman but insisting she's a man," it's really inappropriate to give him the title of "woman with a disease" just based on his actual gender.

After all, "jealousy" is not written as "male disease male household". How could such a kind-hearted boy be associated with these two words?

"Mr. Liberl, it is an honor to have you here. Please forgive us for not being able to greet you properly."

Due to the difference in their status, the gatekeeper was not in a position to approach, so the task of exchanging pleasantries was taken over by Mao Die, who was a lecturer.

Because they forgot his full name... no, the amateur production team didn't give him a surname at all, and Mao Die didn't want to make his old friend feel uncomfortable calling him by a woman's surname, so he had to call him by his relatively affectionate first name as a stranger.

"No, no."

Liberl smiled and waved, took off his curved white hat, straightened the wrinkles on his white robe, and bowed gracefully to Mao Die.

"My wife is handling the official business. I just came to visit since I had some free time. Thank you for your welcome."

As he spoke, he extended his hand to Mao Die as a gesture of goodwill.

"Then let's not delay any longer. Shall I show Mr. Liberl around?"

Mao Die grasped his soft, warm little hand... This touch... Is he really not a girl?

Thank you.

Liber brushed aside the stray hairs at his temples and smiled again, causing Mao Die to instinctively look away—

What's going on? He doesn't want to become weird!

"Oh, right, you can just call me Liberl. I don't even know your name yet."

Upon seeing Mao Die, whom he didn't recognize, he moved closer as if he were meeting an old friend he hadn't seen in years.

"Forehead……"

The atmosphere was tense. No matter how you looked at it, Liberl was a woman, and he... seemed to be more difficult to deal with than Furlyn or even Ivinel.

Mao Die scratched his head awkwardly, then winked at the gatekeeper, before taking the opportunity to lead him towards the teaching area.

"My name is Mowan Modie. I just remembered I have a class later. I wonder if you, Liberl, would be interested in auditing it?"

He didn't look back, and took the opportunity to slip away, not caring whether Liberl could keep up.

"Judging from your extraordinary demeanor, Mowan, your magical skills must be world-class. I look forward to your lessons."

Of course, the magic-obsessed elf boy and girl would follow along.

He was curious about Modie's magic class, and even more curious about him... He felt like he was familiar with him.

Although he didn't recognize the face, Liberl was certain that the person gave him a feeling very similar to that amusing little cat.

Mao Die knew that this guy always showed his true feelings and never hid anything, so he could also confirm one thing—

Liberl hasn't recognized who he is yet, at least not now.

He didn't intend to reveal his identity too early. If it wasn't necessary, he would rather keep his human-cat duality a secret until he left, keeping it a secret known only to him and Yvinel.

However, if anything unexpected happens, Maud would have to confess to Liberl in order to get him to do her a favor and prevent her from being exposed.

"Mowan, haven't we met somewhere before?"

As they walked, Liberl's call stopped Modie.

He was startled for a moment, then paused for a second before turning his head back to appear calm.

But just as he opened his mouth to cover it up, Liberl's words, spoken first, made him pause again—

"What is your relationship with Chivalry?"

He had a suspicion, and his outspoken doubt was the best proof of that.

Now that things have come to this, should we continue to cover it up?

Or... should we be frank with each other?

Mao Die, however, was unsure.

The guy in front of me is innocent and kind, and he will listen to what I tell him. But because he is too obedient, if someone gently coaxes him, he will easily let slip something.

It wasn't that he didn't trust his old friend, nor that he didn't trust his words; it was simply that he didn't trust the people around him who were eyeing him covetously.

"Are you talking about that cat? I just met him too, he's Fu..."

As soon as the words were on the tip of his tongue, Mao Die realized how wrong things were.

In a country with a strong orthodox faith, what kind of behavior would it be if a young lady from a prominent noble family used a malevolent cat as a symbol of her contract?

Mao was not being self-deprecating, nor was he cynical; he was simply rationally assessing an objective fact.

Even if Liberl accepts, how can Duke Cecilia, who is a devout Christian, persuade her otherwise?

Mao Die was always very confident, but he wasn't so sure about winning the lady's approval after just one meeting.

He was willing to gamble his life on fate, but he was unwilling to cause any more trouble for Furlyn.

"Fu?"

"No, no, I misspoke. I meant to say Miss Yvinel. He is Miss Yvinel's long-time partner. I am honored to know him."

Liberl didn't say anything, just smiled gently, as if to say: I see.

He neither chose to believe nor question, but instead gave a relatively moderate response.

In Maodie's view, his old friend, like Yvonne in the office who was busy dealing with his wife's questions, was very understanding.

"Speaking of which, little Furlin did quite well in class, didn't she?"

Just as Modie was praising him in his heart, Liberl asked a question that was difficult to answer.

She's doing well, but looking at how clueless she is about magic, she doesn't seem like a good student at all.

To say she didn't perform well is an overstatement; this girl was quite attentive in class, very polite to teachers, and took plenty of notes...

No matter how you look at it, it's asking the impossible. Mao Die has finally experienced the difficulties of teachers meeting with parents.

How can I give the other party face while also providing the most honest feedback possible?

Fortunately, the two had already reached the bottom of the stairs, and Mao Die happened to have class today, so he didn't need to answer.

"You'll know your daughter's performance just by looking at her in class."

Of course, it's not just Furlyn who needs to perform well, but also Modie, who's dancing on the edge of a knife.