"I Was Reincarnated Into Another World So I Want to Teach Them a Lesson in the Dungeon." ~I May Have Been Expelled as a C-Rank Sorcerer, but Since It Seems Everyone Wants My Cheat Skill, I Think I'll Teach Them a Lesson~ - Chapter 1

“It’s morning already. Come on, you’ll be late.”

“Hmm, my internal clock is set to start in five minutes. In other words, let me sleep for another five minutes…”

Such a lukewarm approach was always ineffective.

Of course, she would keep asking for “five more minutes”, and if I left her alone, she would not hesitate to extend it to sixty minutes.

But I already knew how to deal with these situations.

The strategy of ripping off the blanket in one go.

Eventually she couldn’t stand it any longer and was forced to get up, forcibly accelerating the second hand of her internal clock.

But now, as if to block my crowing, she rolled over to the side of the bed, by the window, and began to pile up the blanket layer by layer.

By this time it was as solid as armor. It became a sturdy outfit that would not lose to armor, ready to repel any attack.

But that’s just resistance in vain.

I’ve known her for a long time, so I’ve seen through her tactics.

A simple attack of grabbing the edge of the blanket wrapped around her body and pulling it off, as if rolling it.

That alone is enough.

Flap!

With a roll, the armor came off easily.

Then she was shivering, barely covering her private parts with a loose cloth.

“No, at least sleep in your pajamas! You’re completely exposed!”

I can’t help but cover my face with my hand, although I don’t give her the blanket back.

I know this is her next strategy.

I can’t afford to be scared right now.

“Huh? Could it be that Soma wants to see me naked?”

“No way.”

No, the truth is that I’m dying to see her!

Her delicate body line, with its perfect skin texture and dazzling white skin, spills out of the gaps between my fingers.

The way she was sitting, the wondrous angle and the precisely calculated fingers made her look naked, adding to my excitement.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. You’re a boy, it’s a natural reaction. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m an adult, so I understand. It’s what’s called adult generosity.

“No, what worries me is that you don’t look like an adult!”

The soft white silk along her private parts marks folds and contours.

On her upper body, small breasts and pale pink n*ppl*s stood erect from the cold.

It’s impossible not to stare.

In this other world, there’s no such thing as a smartphone, a tool of 21st century civilization, so it’s no exaggeration to say that resisting Asmodeus’ temptation is the hardest thing.

“Cough. Soma, the way to handle this situation is to give me back my blanket.”

“No. If I do that, Strega will just go back to sleep.”

“No, actually, I’m really cold.”

“Then please change quickly. And you’re drooling.”

“You seem to treat me like a child, Soma, but I’m well past the average human age.”

“Eh, your personality, actions and appearance don’t match.”

At my words, Strega puffed up her cheeks.

The gesture itself is childish.

“When did Soma become my father?”

“Well, I want to lecture you. Because in public Strega is known as the Demon Hunter. But in reality she’s so sloppy…”

“Hmm… Ah, Soma.”

“What is it?”

As she wiped her drool with the hem of my clothes, her stomach growled.

“My internal clock has already passed five minutes. I seem to be hungry.”

“Please change first… Breakfast will follow.”

Basically, Strega doesn’t cook.

Not because she can’t, or because she’s clumsy, but because she simply doesn’t do it when she’s not working.

In other words, she has a bad habit of turning into a useless person (a useless elf, to be precise) when she’s off, and she was very different when I first met her.

I’m waiting at the entrance for Strega to come down from the second floor.

When she finally came down, she had shed her sloppiness.

She wore a nithsdale of deep flaxen color, covering her characteristic pointed ears, and a thin tunic that could be described as thin silk.

Underneath she wore high denier black tights.

Finally, she adjusted her boots by tapping them on the ground.

“Well, let’s get going.”

With confidence, her braids danced on either side.

They were shiny like white silk, reflecting the light coming through the window.

“Took you long enough to change.”

“Cough. I’m an S-rank, you know. It’s a matter of appearance. And…”

The boys running beside Strega lifted her flapping skirt.

And they clicked their tongues rudely and said, “Cheh. I can’t see a thing,” and left quickly.

“Kya-!”

A very cute voice leaked from Strega, who seemed to lack dignity.

“Haa…

It seems I’m treated like a child in public. I’m often teased by children. The skirt flipping is a good example…

I could just blow those kids away with magic. That’s an adult response.”

Strega’s staff was pointed at the fleeing brats.

“Blue flame that burns all demons to ashes—Einäscherung.”

“No, no! What happened to your public image?”

“It’s a joke, a joke. Well, it’s true that I’m not happy to be teased by children.”

“It can’t be helped. After all, Strega is small.”

“Just you wait…

Elves live long. By the time your spine is bent, I’ll have a nice body, you know.”

“I wonder if I’ll be able to see that in my lifetime.”

In return, she said she would drink milk every day, without fail, and Strega clenched her fist and blew out a breath from her nose.

I wonder if she is going in the right direction.

First of all, she should change her attitude, which could easily be certified as needing care.

Strega is probably the type to start with appearance.

◆ ◆ ◆

The distance to the monster is about 1,200 meters.

From the top of a small hill I confirmed the target monster, an Orc, and crouched down again, hiding behind a rock.

Next to me, Strega was leaning against a rock, casually flipping through a spell book and watching my actions. The spellbook was not that thick, though, and the illustrations looked rather crude, so I asked her.

“That spellbook seems pretty shady for a sorcerer.”

“Cough. What are you talking about? This is a legitimate spellbook. It’s full of magic that’s useful for everyday life.”

She was so confident that I asked for a concrete example.

After all, Strega, who had been familiar with magic for so long and was so sloppy, had no interest in magic that claimed to improve the quality of life.

“Magic that promotes growth by using the magical power within the body…”

“Have you been deceived by another suspicious peddler…?”

“What are you talking about? This is undoubtedly a book of magic that improves the Quality of Life.”

“Where did you hear that word…?”

Ah, it’s me.

Ignoring Strega, I took a gem from my waist pouch.

This gem is inscribed with a technique of magic, a certain spell.

“It seems that I have been lucky with this unique skill as well. By the way, mine was [Continuous Magic Recovery]. I’m so jealous of Soma. You can carry over the effects permanently.”

I replaced the gem on the tip of the staff.

Once again, visually confirming the orc from a distance, I began the chant.

Clatter, clatter, clatter.

The magic stone at the tip vibrated intensely.

“Magic bullet that pierces demons—Der Freischütz.”

The spell was cast and a large magic circle unfolded.

Its center, like the thread of a needle, was focused on the orc.

As the particle of magical essence coalesced into a point, an immense beam of energy was released from the tip of my staff, from the magical stone.

I desperately controlled the recoil to keep the trajectory from going off course.

By the time they noticed the roaring sound, it was too late.

The thin, torn beam turned into particles of magical essence, and not a speck of dust was left.

“Hmm, I may have overdone it a bit.”

“Cough. In this case, there’s no point in sniping from a distance. It’s like an assassination.”

“It seems I have to take into account the additional effect of the unique skill.”

With a snap, Strega closed her spellbook, stood up slowly and brushed the dirt off her buttocks.

“Yes, yes. But Soma’s talent for magic is the real thing. If you consider the unique ability and improve your skills, you’ll be able to reach a strength that could be called cheating.”

“I’m still just an inexperienced C-Rank.”

“Compared to that time, isn’t your growth incredible? Hmm, as a leader, I couldn’t be happier. Soma’s promotion to B-rank is just around the corner.”

“Indeed…

Even Strega can become an S-rank.”

“Hey, hey, why are you mocking me after I praised you?”

It’s true, I’m stronger now than I was back then.

That’s because I met Strega.

And it’s also because only I can permanently inherit the effects of the unique skill that is the grace of this dungeon.