I really Became Langris Vaude in a version clover with reverse Libido

Narrator's POV

Outside the Boismortier manor, two children were sitting casually on the grassy ground, despite their elegant attire.

"Thanks for playing along, that's nice, hehe," Rill said cheerfully, breaking the silence between them as he gazed at the stars in the beautiful night sky.

"Don't worry about it, I know what hell crowds can be too," Langris replied with a bitter smile, recalling some unpleasant memories related to Earth.

Thus, Langris perfectly understood Rill's decision to avoid people.

'I would have reacted the same way,' he thought, with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"Oh!! Sorry for my late introduction, I'm Langris Vaud," he said, respecting the etiquette between nobles.

Although he hated formalities, Langris had memorized noble gestures and habits to avoid disappointing his new parents and please them more.

It didn't cost him much, given his talent.

"No need for all that ceremonial stuff just to tell me your name," declared Rill, with a carefree smile.

"As you already know, I'm Rill Boismortier," he stated while doing some stretches to better enjoy the surprisingly comfortable grass.

Langris knew that Rill would be different from traditional nobles.

He had been portrayed in the manga as a cheerful and laughing character who doesn't care about the gaps between nobles and commoners. A trait that Langris currently admires.

At first, Langris couldn't care less about distinctions between nobles and commoners.

Fortunately for him, Langris had quickly understood that this wasn't the case for everyone noble in his circle.

His behavior would inevitably affect the Vaude house.

Hence his admiration for characters like Rill or Leopold Vermillion, who don't hide their opinions, despite their origins.

It's literally a sign of strength and independence to have your own opinion on a subject, even when your social environment defends another.

'Many will think they're crazy, but I see people with character, who don't let themselves be influenced by their environment or education.'

Langris really appreciates this kind of noble, but they're rare. So far, he's only met two: Finral and Rill.

"Hey, Rill, I heard you like painting and magic?"

Langris opened the conversation, feeling that the calm surrounding them was becoming awkward again.

"Awesome!!" Rill exclaimed, a bit too loudly, before realizing his over-enthusiastic voice.

"Sorry, I love both so much, I over-reacted," he said, scratching his head in embarrassment.

"Don't apologize, I can understand your enthusiasm for these two subjects."

After these words, a portal appeared in front of Langris. He went through it, then came back with a training sword.

"This is my magic. It's of the spatial attribute, and I can use it in various ways, like dimensional storage or"

Langris kept the sword in its scabbard, but he covered its structure with spatial magic, before sending an oblique wave toward a group of distant trees.

The trees were effortlessly cut through several meters.

"What can you do with your magic?" he asked, turning back to Rill after his attack.

"Woah!!!" Rill suddenly shouted with stars in his eyes.

"That was so cool!!! I feel inspired," he said while activating his mana, before abruptly stopping in his tracks.

"What's wrong?" asked Langris, a bit confused by Rill's troubled look.

"I don't have my brush..." the latter admitted, clearly embarrassed.

"Can't you materialize it with magic?"

Langris had always seen Rill with a brush in the original story, hence his surprise at this situation.

'Could he be like Yami with his katana? He uses a brush to facilitate the use of his magic.'

It's actually this reflection that pushed Langris to use his kendo knowledge and follow the path of a magical swordsman.

Since magic is usually used at a distance, and some mages suffer from a lack of versatility, Langris chose to use a sword to avoid becoming a simple long-range fighter.

He also trained in Ki to improve his spatial awareness, fill his gaps, and not be totally dependent on magic.

Thus, he immediately perceived the problem posed by Rill's dependence on his brush.

"Wait, I never thought of that!!!" Rill exclaimed, visibly illuminated by this revelation. But his attempt ended in failure.

"Have you tried painting with your bare hands?" suggested Langris after reflection.

"I heard that ancient humans, in primitive times, used to paint on cave walls with their bare hands."

Langris could only propose this rudimentary alternative, but Rill's expression clearly showed his reluctance.

"I can't do that! It would decrease the quality of my paintings and create something practical but soulless!" he declared, the second part of his sentence tinged with excessive zeal for his art.

Finally, Langris opened a portal to his own room to retrieve a brush for Rill.

His parents had bought several painting-related accessories since they had noticed his talent in this field.

"Here, it's one of my personal brushes," he said, slightly hesitant.

You have to understand that an artist's tools are equivalent to a sword for a swordsman, and they don't entrust them to just anyone.

Langris knew this, having read about the art of painting to design the gift intended for Rill.

'I don't really have a choice. I've never been to Rill's workshop, and I'm too eager to see his magic to suggest taking a detour to his workshop'

While Langris was lost in his thoughts, Rill noticed Langris's slight hesitation to entrust him with his brush.

"By any chance, are you also a painter?" he asked, a glimmer of expectation shining in his eyes.

Langris nodded to confirm Rill's assumption, having no reason to lie.

"Awesome!" Rill exclaimed in a sudden burst of energy before quickly taking Langris's brush.

"Finally, a fellow painter my age!" He started talking about his complex situation and various subjects related to the art of painting.

Although Rill had already heard about Langris's interest in painting, he had always thought it was just simple curiosity, nothing more. Now, he discovered that Langris was truly an art enthusiast!

"Fellow is maybe a bit exaggerated, but yes, I have painted, and my parents think I have some talent," replied Langris, a bit embarrassed to use his parents' opinion as a reference.

"Paint something, right now!" exclaimed Rill, his eyes shining even more intensely than when he had seen Langris's spatial magic.

Langris sighed slightly at Rill's overflowing enthusiasm. He opened a spatial portal to retrieve all his painting materials from home before returning.

"Your magic is so convenient," said Rill with a hint of envy in his voice, making Langris's heart swell with pride, especially coming from someone destined to become a future captain.

"Thanks, but it's not easy to open portals over such a long distance," admitted Langris while getting comfortable.

As he was about to start painting, Langris realized there wasn't enough light. However, Rill had already anticipated this.

He painted several luminous spheres around them to light up the space.

"Your magic is convenient too, Rill," declared Langris sincerely before starting to paint.

....

"Sir, where is tonight's host?" asked a young girl as she approached the old butler Walter.

She wasn't alone, as other young nobles began to gradually surround him, all eager to know where Rill was.

"I apologize for this... inconvenience. I've already asked the guards to find the young master," replied Walter while trying to calm the growing impatience of the guests.

As he finished his sentence, a guard stepped forward to whisper something to him.

'What?! The young master is in the manor's courtyard with a guest?' Walter was surprised, but he quickly regained his composure thanks to decades of experience as a butler.

Apologizing to the young nobles, Walter left the room, guided by the guard.

'Why does he always give me so much worry, Rill my young master...' sighed the butler on the way, exasperated by his superior's personality.

When he finally arrived in the courtyard, he remained frozen by the unexpected scene before him:

"Your painting's not bad, but it's too artificial. It's like you're trying to imitate someone else or force a style you've seen," declared Rill in a serious tone that strangely contrasted with his juvenile face.

He paused before smiling widely.

"But I like it!" he finally added, observing Langris's painting with admiration.

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"You've inspired me so much tonight. Let me thank you by showing you my magic, as planned."

Rill, sincere and enthusiastic, began painting in the air, wearing a smile that Walter hadn't seen since the death of the Boismortier house master.

Rill's final result resembled Langris's, but the size and scope of the work reached another level.

This didn't mean Langris's painting was inferior, just that they possessed equivalent but different styles.

"So, what do you think, Langris?" asked Rill while proudly puffing out his chest, although a hint of anxiety shone in his eyes – a facet that Walter had never seen in him.

'What's happening here?' thought Walter while observing the scene from the shadows with the guard.

He keeps discovering unknown facets of Rill, or seeing again some that he hadn't observed for a long time.

"I think it's incredible, but unnecessarily big," replied Langris while looking up at the sky, admiring the work above them.

'It looked like the frescoes found on the ceilings of some Catholic churches.' Thought Langris, amazed by the monstrous talent before him.

"Yeah, you're right," admitted Rill after comparing their two works.

"Wanna go again?" proposed Rill enthusiastically, suggesting another painting 'duel'.

"No, that's enough," replied Langris while getting up from the grassy ground. "I just wanted to see your painting talent and your magic. Now that's done..."

They both already knew it wouldn't really be gratifying to continue, but Rill still wished to interact with someone who resembled him.

"And it seems we even have guests," added Langris, trying to calm Rill's overflowing enthusiasm.

"You sensed our presence!" the guard was surprised.

Walter wasn't surprised. He had noticed that Langris had turned his gaze toward them at some point.

'The young master has found himself an interesting friend... or perhaps a rival?' thought Walter with slight amusement while watching the two young men.

He could sense the formidable amount of mana emanating from Langris, surprisingly superior to Rill's.