Pushover Extra Trains the Villainesses

Throughout the sparring, Bertina could not keep her mouth shut. Even though she was not a mana user, it wasn’t that difficult to understand the current situation through the eyes of an ordinary person. 

Two people wielding swords and unleashing mana at an imperceptible speed. In the aftermath, there was a huge amount of dust and loud noises, but even in the midst of that, she could vaguely recognize one fact.

‘Ophelia Crimson… that girl is really strong. I can’t believe she’s fighting with Andersen on equal footing…’

A shockwave that could be felt on the skin even at a considerable distance. And in the middle, the appearance of two strong figures exchanging countless sword strikes. 

Watching the scene of a terrifying battle that Bertina could not have endured even for a second, she began to break out in a cold sweat without realizing it.

‘As expected… I don’t think this kind of thing suits me very much. As for the battle or what… No matter how I look at it, I can’t get used to it. This person seems a little different, but…’

While thinking this, Bertina glanced at the seat next to her once more. There sat Bahamut, who was watching the fierce battle with interest, his eyes shining brightly.

‘Do men like things like this? His gaze is just like when I’m choosing jewelry or a dress.’

It could be a fundamental difference in taste. Feeling a bit unsatisfied in that regard, Bertina turned her gaze back to the scene in front of her eyes.

“Ah…”

“Um…”

The two suddenly stopped moving for a moment. Bertina began to wonder about this, but she soon understood why. Blood was flowing from a wound on Ophelia’s arm—a shallow but clearly visible injury that could be recognized from a distance. As a result, Ophelia declared defeat, and Andersen accepted it. 

The match, which resembled a real battle, ended just like that.

‘I see… no matter how hard it is, you can’t beat the best warrior in the Empire.’

‘Still, it was astonishing that she did that well.’ 

With that thought in mind, Bertina slowly rose from her seat.

But…

“…? What are you doing?”

“Yes? Ah… no, nothing.”

Bahamut stood up from his seat slightly hurriedly, showing a slightly startled expression. 

Bertina felt a slight doubt at this but soon thought it was because he was distracted while watching the fierce confrontation between the two, and did not think too deeply.

***

At night.

In a place where they didn’t have to be conscious of other people’s eyes, a pair of man and woman were hugging each other’s bodies.

“Are you okay? You worked really hard today.”

“It’s okay. At that level… there is no hindrance to being loved by Master.”

Looking at Bahamut on the bed in light underwear, Ophelia spoke in a shy voice. Until just a few hours ago, she had wielded her sword against the mightiest warrior in the Empire. But now, in front of Bahamut, she appeared only as a shy and cute woman, as before.

Bahamut gently hugged Ophelia and k!ssed her on the forehead. 

At the same time, Ophelia’s face turned slightly red, and Bahamut slowly put his lips on her nape again.

“Hahaha…”

Ophelia sat on Bahamut while making cute noises. 

At that time, Bahamut’s gaze suddenly fell on Ophelia’s arm wrapped in a bandage.

“The wound… how is it? I saw earlier that there was quite a bit of b1ood…”

“Ah, yes, it’s fine. These shallow wounds are already…”

With those words, Ophelia unwrapped the bandage. Beneath it was her white skin, which had almost completely healed, leaving only blurry marks.

“It’s amazing… Is this some kind of mana technique?”

“Yes, it uses mana to quickly seal wounds and increase recovery… Anyway, it is a kind of magic with a simple healing effect.”

“Hahaha… I feel it every time, but you really seem to be getting better every day. As a warrior… and as a woman too.”

With those words, Bahamut gently caressed Ophelia’s secret garden. 

In response, she slightly bowed her head, as if embarrassed. 

Seeing her like this, Bahamut slowly removed her under*wear and then gently laid himself on top of Ophelia. 

Then, Bahamut began caressing her b0dy slowly with his hands and tongue. 

As always, the two began to quietly whisper stories that only they could share while expressing their deep love for each other.

“By the way… To be honest, I think you gave up a little earlier… Am I right?”

“Ahn…hah~ That… that is…ahng~ It’s true. Honestly, I could’ve lasted a bit more…ungg~ I could have pushed it, but… ah… I don’t think it would have been easy to decide…”

Ophelia confessed the truth while making a strange sounds. 

Although she was not completely without a competitive spirit, her opponent was Andersen, who was not an ordinary person but had a reputation as the strongest warrior in the Holy Empire. At the point of confirming that there was no significant difference in skill itself, the purpose had already been achieved. No matter how unofficial, even if she defeated him by force, it was clear that it would only cause the emperor to be wary. It was better to lose within reasonable bounds.

In that respect, Ophelia was not just a warrior; as an important member of the Beden Merchant Company, she could at least take care of herself. 

But for Bahamut, who was listening, the more important part was the fact that Ophelia’s skills, which had been rapidly growing, had reached a level beyond what he expected.

‘She’s almost on the same level as Andersen… That means, even compared to the original story, Ophelia’s skills are clearly one level higher… Maybe it’s because the basic environment has improved a lot? Or maybe, at that time, she always carried the burden of her heart. Maybe it’s because there’s no such thing now…’

In the original work, Ophelia wielded her sword even though she knew it was not right under the fallen lord. However, it was revealed when the time came for her to be killed at the hands of Isaac that she had been in considerable agony because of this, although she did not show it in the story.

On the other hand, the present Ophelia did not have such reluctance and agony at all. The only thing she had was a clear motivation to raise the sword for the master she loved—a simple yet unrepentant effort that allowed her to do her best. 

In addition, unlike the conditions in the original work that could never be considered good, Ophelia, as a confidant of Bahamut, the greatest merchant on the continent, was receiving considerable support that couldn’t have been better. 

Compared to the dark sword that Ophelia wielded in the original work, she now had the Karl’s Greatsword, which was more powerful in all aspects. In addition to that, it was only natural that Ophelia’s fighting power had become stronger compared to that time, as everything from a generous salary to the conditions for training were complete.

‘Comparing their current strength, Ophelia and Andersen are almost on the same level. That means… depending on the situation, there’s a high chance she won’t be far behind even if she competes with the White Dragon Princess.’

Ophelia’s potential was enormous, and Bahamut knew she would grow into a great power. However, what she had achieved now had already exceeded his expectations. Even though he was aware of the spoiler, this was an unexpected achievement, and it was clear that it would be an important key to solving future problems.

But at this moment, for Bahamut, the most important thing wasn’t just her fighting power or the fact that she was his confidant.

‘The most important thing is… that Ophelia has become happy. She’s no longer sad alone in guilt… The fact that she’s still able to laugh with pure joy like this…’

So, seeing Ophelia curled up in his arms and smiling warmly, Bahamut smiled as well.

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