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

The dormitory's twin towers are built next to the restaurant, and if viewed from the central avenue that runs north to south, they conform to the conventional arrangement of men on the left and women on the right.

It still features the combination of white walls and red tiles, with only a connecting corridor built between the top five floors, which looks like an archway from a distance.

"Hey, is this right? They just come right into the girls' building without any problems. Won't that cause any issues?"

As Mao Die stepped out of the stairwell on the fifth floor, he was taken aback to see his young daughters cuddling together outside the girls' bedroom.

Rather than being surprised, it was more like being unaccustomed to it. After all, things aren't this open in reality, and such things happening to nobles would be considered scandalous.

Moreover, his beloved Furlyn would also be at risk of being harassed.

"That's true... But even with precautions, those with malicious intent will still find loopholes, right?"

Furlyn shook her head and smiled, looking at the new "graffiti" on the door of bedroom 520—a few eye-catching red words such as "Die!" and "Witch!" written haphazardly.

The laughter is a double entendre; the words are double entendres.

As for Furlyn, the bullying she suffered in the story had not yet ended when she was subjected to even more excessive humiliation because of Modie.

"How could they do this... those bastards are really going too far!"

The master was not in a hurry, but Mao Die, the attendant, was furious.

All of Furlyn's experiences today, and the troubles she may encounter anytime and anywhere in the future, are related to him.

Having grown accustomed to normal interpersonal relationships in real life, he naturally did not expect this situation.

"How about I go and take care of a few..."

Looking at the couples who came to their senses and fled in panic, their sanctimonious faces only fueled Mao's murderous intent.

"Um?"

As soon as Furlyn frowned, Modie realized he had said the wrong thing.

After all, she's a noble lady with religious beliefs. Even if the other party isn't innocent, she's unlikely to commit murder.

This is not about being a saint; it's just that the roles and positions of master and servant are different. Mao Die can only understand this and should show "obedience" and "compromise".

"Master, you're being paranoid again. I meant to get rid of the graffiti on the door, meow."

Only by appeasing the master and deceiving others can one deceive the heavens and the sea, leaving the enemies who harmed his wife last time and this time with no way to testify.

For Furlin, protecting and avenging her became his main themes after forming a contract with her.

"Why bother cleaning them up? Even if we clean them up today, they'll still come back and cause trouble tomorrow. It's better to just pretend we didn't see them."

Furlyn simply smiled calmly, her left arm around Maodie, while her right hand reached into her robe pocket and pulled out a staff.

"Unlock—Open—"

With a flick of the wrist, a click of the finger, and a murmur of sound, the door covered in blood-stained words opened inwards.

Its owner walked into the bedroom humming a tune, just like always, except that he had a cat in his arms.

Her nonchalant attitude made Mao Die somewhat incredulous.

Putting aside the fact that she is a young girl, even the so-called industry elites in reality don't have such strong resilience, right?

Does she really not care? Doesn't she feel wronged? Doesn't she feel angry about it?

"Furlin, are you alright?"

He was terrified that she was putting on a brave front, and that in the end, the grief and anger she had been suppressing would erupt.

If she were to break down, Maodie only wanted it to happen now, in the space where he and she were alone, rather than in the future when no one was there or when a crowd was watching.

"The door is already closed. If you have any thoughts, you can tell me. Listening to your master's complaints is Narukami's duty."

"Really? Hmm... Hehehe~"

The girl chuckled softly, stroking the cat's round head with doting eyes.

"You still don't understand me enough, do you? Hmph... But, as a cat, you've done a pretty good job~"

The warm yellow candlelight illuminated the girl's face, highlighting the gentle curve of her lips and her amber, watery eyes, which shone brightly like a little sun even in the dead of night.

This girl... is much stronger than I thought.

Yes, whether she was ridiculed or ostracized for a long time, Furlyn was used to it all.

However, she also suffered an undeserved misfortune because of him. Despite being a devout Christian, she chose to bear the heretical label of "witch" for his sake...

Does she really not care? Or rather... even if she just laughs it off, Mao Die doesn't want her to let it go so easily...

"But you didn't do anything wrong. It's my fault that you're being treated as a 'shrine maiden'..."

He felt guilty; the more he was moved by Furlyn's kindness, the more he felt sorry for her for repeatedly causing him trouble.

And her smile was so innocent. Even though Modie thought about deceiving himself, whenever he felt Furlyn’s frank or not-so-frank gentleness, he felt happy but also couldn’t help feeling a pang of self-reproach.

He pretended to be strong, but ended up with mixed feelings.

"So what? I don't think we're at fault. If we have to say something, isn't it the world that's wrong?"

She carefully combed the brownish-yellow cat's fur, tuft by tuft, gently and soothingly, which calmed the previously uneasy cat, Maodie, and made it close its eyes peacefully.

"Besides, it doesn't matter if those who are on a different path from me go far away, as long as someone is still willing to walk with me."

Hmm... Thinking about it more carefully, I also received an unprecedented surprise from this, didn't I?"

"you……"

A thousand words stuck in her throat, and Mao Die was at a loss for words, so she could only silently shed tears.

Yes, this world is no longer the game world where everyone is a "template," but another reality that he is truly experiencing.

The girl before him was no longer the Furlyn he had imagined, but a living, breathing girl.

Perhaps it's time to abandon the "veteran player" perspective... Perhaps it's time to treat her as a girl you like, rather than a romanceable character...

Regardless of his thoughts, one thing has remained unchanged from beginning to end:

The essence of arrogance lies entirely in those occasional moments of genuine emotion.

Three parts arrogance, seven parts coquettishness—this is the epitome of tsundere, a universal truth in the world of anime and manga.

"Alright, alright, I haven't even cried. How can you, as my knight, cry first?"

Furlin's delicate hands wiped away his tears, gently rubbing them, and also showing affection with her fur.

"Yes, Master."

Mao Die smiled through her tears.

"That's right, be a good girl, okay? I need to write a letter home first."

She stroked the cat's head again, reluctantly put down the fur, then pulled out a chair, sat down, opened the letter, picked up the quill pen, dipped it in ink, and began to write.

"Who is this addressed to?"

"It's my older sister. She's not feeling well and has to stay home to recuperate. I always write to her when I have something happy to say."

It's a happy thing...

Mao Die couldn't bear to disturb that meticulous figure, so he simply lay on the ground, half-closing his eyes contentedly, watching the girl in the dim candlelight.

The atmosphere is rather subtle.

Time flies by so quickly, I didn't even realize it.

"Alright, Chevalier, could you deliver a letter for me? It's at the guardhouse next to the academy gate."

This girl is incredibly cunning; she even added a note to report the location.

In this way, the inquiry became a "command" that was hard to refuse, but her attitude was very gentle, which can be described as a model of overcoming strength with gentleness.

If she grows up a bit more, she'll be a very difficult girl to deal with.

"Do you mind if I peek?"

Maodie happily curled the letter with its tail and scurried to the window.

"Anyone is fine, but not you."

In other words, it means, "I'll be very embarrassed if you see this..."

"Okay, okay, I won't watch it then?"

He chuckled, then leaped from the window, leaving the girl peering out in astonishment.

Looking up, the stars and the bright moon shone brightly. The dark blue night sky was like her long robe. The clear and dreamlike sky could only be seen on this continent.

He ran wildly, through the grass that was just covered with dew, across the dirt road in the middle, until he reached the small wooden house next to the heavy wooden door—the gatehouse.

"Hey, excuse me, meow~"

He jumped onto the windowsill, tapped on the glass with his paws, and summoned the short, chubby doorman.

"Oh, it's Narukami who can talk?"

"Gatekeeper, my mistress, Furlyn Cecilia, has some mail to send home. Thank you for your help."

Mao Die stretched out his tail, the gatekeeper took the letter, and the girl's letter home was thus handed over.

"that……"

Now that things have come to this, it would be a real shame not to take a look...

Just one look should be fine, right?

"Is there anything else?"

"Could you please open it and let me take a look? Please keep it confidential and reseal it afterwards, okay?"

The uncle remained silent, only nodding with a gentle smile.

After unpacking and browsing, Mao Die thought for a moment and immediately spotted the most important part.

This is the last part before the signature:

"I never imagined that on such an ordinary day, I would be like a princess in a fairy tale, truly having the happiness of being protected by someone. I really hope it can continue forever..."

I think I might have met my destined knight (*^ω^*)」