'Fynn!　I've told you many times that's not how you swing a sword!　Why can't it be this simple?


　I was swinging my sword outside the inn when I was approached by an angry voice from behind.

　The owner of the voice was my childhood friend and lover, Alfine.


　The jet-black eyes that captivate the beholder, the fine skin that deceives the man, and the lips that emit a voice that is pleasant to the ears, are tinged with a bewitching light.

　The supple body, forged by swordsmanship, has a full bosom and glossy black hair that extends to the waist.

　If a man looked at her, he would see ten out of ten of the most beautiful women stretching their noses, and that was Alfine.

　Moreover, she was an extremely skilled swordsman with the title of Swordsmanship, which only three people in the world possess, and she was also a nobleman who was anointed as a knight of the kingdom.

　The goddess of the perfect sword - that was the evaluation from the general public that was given to Alfine.


　But that was the appreciation of those who only knew Alfine's public face.

　From my point of view as a childhood friend and lover, that's just Alfine's externally catcalled figure.

　Originally she was a troublesome woman with a bad character, selfish and self-centered thoughts, far removed from the beauty of her appearance.


'Alfine ...... I told you that the way you're teaching me, I just don't get it,'

'There's no way in hell you're going to have an opinion on my teaching, Fynn!　Do you understand your position?


　I'm an adventurer.

　And, of course, so is Alfine.


　We were born and raised in the same village as childhood friends, and after we went to the city together and became adventurers, we formed a party and went on adventures together, and now we're also lovers.

　But no matter what I did, I was never able to match Alfine, and every time I did, I ended up receiving verbal abuse from her, who could do anything.

　It was a painful experience, but I've kept it to myself.


　As soon as she got what she wanted to say out, and we apologized for our lowly behavior, she'd be in a better mood, and she'd be in a good mood as if it hadn't happened before.

　Still, I remember that when I was a child and when I was just becoming an adventurer, my tone was somewhat calmer than it is now.

　But now that she's gained the title of swordsmanship and nobility, her stress has increased, and lately she's been using me as a stress-reliever three times a day, hurling verbal abuse and biting her nails if I haven't cleared my throat.

　I've warned him many times to stop biting his nails, but each time he's told me, 'Don't be so opinionated on me, Fynn,' which makes his moods even more heated.


　It's a useless guy who can't do anything right," "I'm embarrassed to be with my childhood friend," "But I'm doing you a favor and going out with you, so you should definitely obey me and be grateful.

　Words like that were thrown at me every day, and I found myself losing confidence in myself as an adventurer, as a man, and as a human being.

　Without realizing it, I was living my days as Alfine's servant.


　A caretaker by the name of lover, who takes care of her moods and takes care of her life in general.

　That's what I am now.

'I know. I'm Alfine's lover and partner.

　Instantly, I could see the sneer on Alfine's face.