Crownless Reincarnation: New World? Nah I'd win-Chapter 103: Lunar Magic [3]

In the training hall of the academy ground, three boys stood against each other.

Two lay on the ground huffing like some ragged beast that had been hunted.

The other boy with long wheat-blonde hair and crimson eyes looked down at them.

"Are you guys serious?" he asked, tilting his head. "How can you just lose so easily?"

"Fuck you," Luca grumbled, sitting back on the ground. "How did you become so strong so fast?"

Akamir shrugged. "Not my fault."

"It’s your fault," Viros grumbled, still lying on the ground. "You... just fuck off."

Akamir kicked the boy on his side. "Come on, one more round."

""No!!""

They both screamed together.

Akamir crossed his arms, clearly disappointed. "You two are pathetic."

Luca threw his head back dramatically, sweat dripping down his temple. "I think my lungs are bleeding."

"You don’t even have lungs," Viros muttered.

"I do have lungs!"

Akamir rolled his eyes and walked over to the bench near the edge of the training hall.

"You’ve both gotten lazy," Akamir said as he sat down, stretching his arms behind his head. "Stupid behaviour."

"We’re not lazy," Viros groaned, still sprawled on the floor like a broken marionette. "You’re just a freak."

"Gee, thanks," Akamir muttered.

Luca took a swig of water and glanced at Akamir. "No, seriously though. Did you level up or something? You weren’t this fast last week."

Akamir didn’t answer right away.

His crimson eyes glanced at the small status screen at the corner of his eyes.

’This shit doesn’t help.’

"I trained," he finally said. "While you two spent your time goofing around."

Viros raised a finger weakly. "Correction. Luca chases girls. I chase food."

Akamir chuckled. "Explains your stamina."

Luca groaned and sat up, rubbing the back of his neck. "Still, even if we trained for a whole month, I don’t think we’d catch up."

"Don’t be like that," Akamir said. "Even though it’s true you shouldn’t give up."

After a moment, Luca muttered, "That’s really unfair, man."

Akamir raised an eyebrow. "What is?"

"You being better than us," he grumbled. "When you are just a normal human."

Akamir raised his brow. ’He talks like he isn’t one.’

Maybe it was true.

Maybe he was from a different race entirely.

’Not that it matters.’

He walked back to the center of the training hall and pointed the wooden sword at them.

"Last chance. You get one more round."

Viros and Luca looked at each other.

Then, groaning in unison, they pushed themselves up from the ground.

"I swear if I end up in the infirmary again—" Viros began.

"Shut up," Luca cut in, brushing dust from his shirt. "Let’s at least try to knock him over this time."

Akamir just smiled.

Viros and Luca rushed at him once again, with Viros a step ahead of Luca.

Akamir let out a soft breath as his earrings glowed softly.

He raised his free hand and whispered, "Snow frost."

The ground below Viros’s feet froze, disturbing his balance.

Viros’s foot slipped the moment it touched the ice.

"Shit—!" he shouted, tumbling forward like a sack of potatoes.

Luca, right behind him, had no time to react and ended up tripping over Viros’s falling body.

The two crashed into each other and rolled across the frozen patch, groaning like wounded animals.

Akamir sighed.

"You rushed without thinking. Again."

Luca groaned from beneath Viros. "Could you not use magic in sparring?"

"It’s a part of combat," Akamir replied, walking toward them. "Do you think your enemies are going to fight fair?"

"Right now, you’re the enemy," Viros wheezed, face flat on the ground.

Akamir crouched beside them.

He looked at Luca.

"Tell me," he asked. "What’s better than a ginger?"

Luca glared at him. "What?"

He tapped the wooden sword lightly on Luca’s head.

"A dead ginger."

"Fuck you, asshole!"

Akamir didn’t bother with him as he stood up.

He looked at his wooden sword and applied Lunar Magic on it.

The sword froze and immediately turned into crisp.

Akamir sighed.

’I need a metal that can handle it if I want to use it in actual combat.’

He looked down at Viros and Luca, who were now lying side by side, completely defeated.

"Get up," he said. "Let’s go eat, my treat."

Viros stood up immediately. "Let’s go!"

Akamir nodded as they both walked side by side.

Luca quickly joined them as well.

"By the way," Akamir began. "Where do you guys come from?"

Viros tilted his head in confusion. "What do you—."

"I know you guys aren’t orphans," Akamir said, making them flinch. "Just tell me."

"It’s not something we can tell," Luca said, his voice serious. "We don’t make the rules."

Akamir nodded slowly in response. ’So, they really aren’t orphans, huh?’

Still, Akamir didn’t have any interest in their backstory so he didn’t ask anything else.

"Hey, have you tried the brothel in the capital city?" Viros asked, looking at him. "They got some good ones."

Akamir gave Viros a flat look. "Why would I go to a brothel?"

Viros shrugged, grinning. "Why wouldn’t you?"

"Because I don’t hate myself."

Luca snorted, nearly choking on his laughter. "That’s fair. Viros has some... questionable tastes."

"I heard that," Viros muttered, but he was still grinning. "But I won’t refute, you don’t get lactating women easily."

"Eww." Luca gave him a disgusted look. "How do you even like that?"

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"Wait," he frowned. "What do you mean by lactating?"

Viros smiled as he saw the potential of a partner.

"You don’t know, brother?" he said, placing his hand over Akamir’s shoulder. "It’s the best thing ever, you don’t even need a child for it."

Akamir looked at him like he was an idiot.

"What type of stupidity is this?" he asked. "How would someone lactate without a child?"

"That’s where you are showing your ignorance, my friend," Viros said, smiling ear to ear. "Let me tell you about a species of beastmen called the cow woman."

"Cow—What?"

Luca groaned and slapped a hand over his face. "Oh no. Not this again."

But Viros was already in full storyteller mode, eyes gleaming with enthusiasm.

"They’re real, Asher. Beastwomen with cow-like traits. Ears, tail, horns—some even have patches like actual cows. And the best part?"

Akamir looked increasingly disturbed. "Please don’t say it."

"They lactate naturally," Viros said proudly, ignoring the silent scream building on Akamir’s face. "Constantly. Year-round. No babies needed. It’s a biological miracle."

"That’s not a miracle," Akamir deadpanned. "That’s a dairy farm."

Viros, however, wasn’t discouraged. "Hey, don’t knock it till you try it. Some of them run these cozy little bathhouses too. Massage, milk, moaning—it’s the holy trinity."

Akamir looked like he was seriously reconsidering his decision to pay for lunch. "Why are you like this?"

"I’m a man of culture," Viros replied with a shrug.

But the more he thought about it, the curiouser he got.

"Wait, are you used as nannies?" Akamir asked, tilting his head. "Because they would make a perfect one."

"Yeah," Luca nodded in response. "Most of the nobles who can afford it always hire them."

Viros chimed in as well. "I was raised by one as well."

"Is this the reason for your weird preference?" Akamir asked, looking at him.

"Yeah," Viros said, shamelessly. "I got addicted to milk."

"..."

Akamir nodded silently, not knowing what to say.

After a few seconds, he couldn’t help but ask, "How does it taste like?"

Viros beamed like he’d been waiting his whole life for that question.

"I knew you’d ask!" he said, snapping his fingers. "It’s sweet. Warm. A little creamy, like fresh honey—."

"Yeah, I get the gist of it," Akamir said, shaking him off. "Now, shut up."

Viros gave him a disappointed look. "Are we not going together—?"

"No," Akamir cut in his words. "Why would I do that?"

"I thought you were interested," he said, his voice filled with grief.

Akamir scoffed. ’Even if I was interested, why would I say that out loud?’

Still, the variety of races that this world has made Akamir even more curious to explore it.

They finally reached the cafeteria, but before they could get in, a sudden pull in his soul made Akamir stop.

"Hmm?" Viros looked at him. "What happened?"

"You guys order," Akamir said, stepping back. "I will be right back."

He didn’t wait for their response as he quickly found a silent place.

Akamir then summoned his crown that gently illuminated the place.

"Master."

A voice echoed in his head immediately.

It was the mimicker that he had placed in the mining area.

Akamir frowned. "Yes?"

"You need to see what we have found," the mimicker replied. "Immediately!"