Chapter 2: Loss of humanity

‘…Wait a minute. Isn’t this a high school math problem?’

As I was dumbfounded by the sudden appearance of such low-level problems, my mother, who had been watching me silently, asked with a questioning look.

“…What’s wrong? Don’t you want to solve it? Then there are easier ones. It’s what students who have officially completed and graduated from the academy learn…”

Unlike her worried look. After 5 seconds.

Rachel’s vision suddenly becomes blank.

Because.

Tap.

Number 20, the most difficult problem on this test.

The answer to the tangled problem that can only be solved by understanding and applying all five solutions.

I was pointing at it with my finger.

That wasn’t the end.

Number 27, 39, 51.

He was solving problems that even she would have trouble solving at once, without hesitation.

As if he knew the difficult problems.

Even the next day.

And the day after that.

Before I knew it, three weeks had passed. Like magic, Britina Ian finally mastered the academy’s formal magic, just like his name.

Without using mana once, only with his hands and a quill.

-“…How did he change? He was the one who shouted abusive language at his mother until last time…”

-“I don’t know. It’s not like he changed his mind, he couldn’t even solve the basic magic formulas before. Besides, when he heard that he should learn martial arts last time, he said, ‘What do you want me to do when I’m dying? You’re pushing me off a cliff instead of comforting your son? Really…’ and so on, and Rachel’s roar was so loud. It was so loud that a colleague who was cleaning far away trembled.”

-“In contrast, Rachel is now… smiling.”

-“Yes. Since she married the Count and after Dylan manifested Aura, it’s the first time I’ve seen her smile.”

-“…That’s true, but how did he master that magic formula?”

-“Don’t talk nonsense. Do you think the academy’s magic is a joke? How can he walk around the library and wander around with that body? It’s impossible unless that old butler taught him.”

-“But wasn’t he on bad terms with that old butler? I heard that he tried to kill him once.”

Judging from the chatter of the knights coming through the door, my reputation among the knights seemed to have improved.

Even if it’s just a return to expectations.

I solved only the most difficult problems in the magic formula. I only solved problems that could be solved without using magic.

I even solved problems that didn’t have technical terms.

But I’m being welcomed and expected like this.

These days, even the butler was looking at me with a strange look.

-“To, to write your own name… This is a joyous occasion!!!!!!”

I was astonished when he said that.

Ian. Just how much of a ruffian was this guy?

Now, Rachel herself comes to my room.

She delegates all the work to her subordinates and gets up first thing in the morning to read my achievements on the desk.

She even brings up my words during conversations.

Of course, it was a rumor heard among servants and knights.

There must have been a lot of exaggeration and distortion.

But after that day, three weeks later, there was no doubt that I had caught Rachel’s eye.

A bad kid suddenly changes and becomes good, and it catches your eye.

“Ian, let’s stop by the s*ave market today.”

“The… s*ave market?”

“Yes. How about going with Old Butler Harzen this time? I heard that some pretty good elves have come in. Since they are a race resistant to disease, if you spend some money, you will surely find a good maid to experiment with magic with you.”

“Hmm, now that I hear it, Mother’s words seem to be correct. I understand.”

In this world. A once-in-a-lifetime opportunity has come.

For the past three weeks, it was all about gathering information.

I deliberately solved the magic formulas Rachel threw at me in five minutes and sent them to her in the evening through a maid.

I thought that would be the least suspicious way.

In the meantime, I carefully recalled Ian’s actions in my head during various routes.

His notes and plans were in the drawer as if to refer to them, so I was able to investigate him more quickly.

However, I didn’t expect such a simple and futile result.

‘Just a third-rate noble ruffian playing behind the protagonist.’

Jealous and envious because he has no talent, he eventually falls by borrowing the hand of a monster.

Or he dies of illness.

It was one of the two.

I couldn’t do anything about it.

I was already a terminally ill patient, and I was receiving a diagnosis of a terminal illness. I’m drinking a plate of mysterious medicine every day.

And he even raped a maid. With this body, really.

A broken trust cannot be regained.

That saying didn’t come out of nowhere. As a result, I was still receiving various hateful and contemptuous looks from other servants.

‘And Ian felt that before, and he used to throw plates or take out his anger on the servants.’

Now, I tried to serve food or let them go back early.

I tried to do things that could be considered good deeds.

But words from a noble’s mouth were nothing but ‘deception’ to them.

The escort knights or servants who only heard a brief impression and rumors about me would say, “Oh, the ruffian has changed?”

But to those who have always watched over me, it’s just bewildering.

For example.

Why are you suddenly acting nice?

Is something wrong?

Did he cross some line?

Such suspicions and disgusting looks were the cold reality.

Yes. It wasn’t meaningless.

Some of them were curious and considered changing their perception of me.

From the beginning, expecting them to change their minds about me with a brief impression might be an insult to them.

With a sigh, I got on the carriage with the help of the old butler who was always with me.

There was no escort knight.

Rachel alone was already a legion-level figure, and the reason was that it would look bad to take a grand escort knight to a s*ave market.

‘But maybe Rachel just wanted to give them a vacation.’

With that thought, I examine the interior of the carriage.

Clatter.

The interior of the carriage was aristocratic, with a classical atmosphere.

The soft sofa, which is not much inferior to modern times, and the slightly shaking floor awaken a drowsy sleep.

In such a place, facing each other, Rachel, who was leaning her chin against the window, opened her mouth.

“By the way, Ian. I heard that you’re having a little trouble managing that these days. Is it true?”

“What do you mean by that?”

Rachel, who was leaning her forehead and looking down, glared at me for a moment, then sighed deeply.

“Lust. I heard that you haven’t found anyone to satisfy your lust.”

“”

At Rachel’s unexpected question, a hologram window fills my vision.

[Relationship Quest – Britina Rachel]

[Content: Get Rachel’s favorability to 50. ]

[Reward: ???Random Trait…? Confirmed: 1 = Added to the trait window. ]

[Penalty for failure: Instant death. – Time limit: 3 hours. ]

[Weakness – The other party’s (Rachel) taste: Extreme M. ]

[Take her by force! ]

My thoughts.

Stop.

What the f*ck?

A married… no, just a mom talking about satisfying lust in front of me?

Getting favorability from a mom?

Even if I knocked her down and slept with her, I would be treated as a madman, but the penalty is instant death?

In this world, the level of favorability is 10-20 friendship. 30-40 interest or more. 50-70 is… feeling love, and after that is the affection stage.

In this world, love for parents is set low, so it’s rare to be over 40.

‘Fortunately, thanks to the ruffian’s hard work, all my actions were exaggerated, so it’s much higher now.’

Favorability doesn’t increase unless there is a certain ‘incident’.

And if the number exceeds 10, the only way to lower the favorability is through rape.

I don’t know how to raise it.

‘There’s no way the protagonist would have seduced his mother.’

In the original work, the protagonist’s favorability with Rachel was -30 at their first meeting.

In contrast, 43 was incredibly high.

A whopping 73 difference from the protagonist.

If it were just 1 more, I could have knocked her down.

Slap, I slap myself.

What was I thinking? I must be crazy.

Rachel is a married woman.

A married woman in her early to mid-30s.

She is an Aura user who maintains her 20s appearance with magic, but she is my mother.

Even though.

Those breasts larger than her face.

The black office dress, which was supposed to hide the curves of her mature body, revealed everything because of the belt around her waist.

‘Because of her high magic level… she looks like she’s in her early 20s.’

And the white thighs slightly sticking out stimulate a man’s gaze.

-??? Rachel, you b*@tch, so f*@kable….

Sometimes I heard the knights sexually harassing Rachel. Maybe it was because of this.

“What are you looking at?”

“Oh, nothing. I was just thinking about something else.”

Her face, slightly leaning towards me, gets closer and closer.

An alluring breath.

“Hmm…… Do you have any worries that you can’t tell this mother? Tell me quickly. I’ll listen to anything.”

As always, she doesn’t fear me.

She doesn’t find me disgusting.

Shining her honest blue eyes.

A woman who only looks at me gently.

Rachel was a mother. But she is not my real mother from that world.

That’s why my reason is shaken.

Sweet breath and hormones of a mature age.

It’s natural for my heart to race.

A person who doesn’t fear me, who honestly looks at me, comforts and supports me.

Gulp.

My Adam’s apple bobs.

It was as if Rachel’s approaching golden eyes had turned pink.

Tight.

I grab Rachel’s shoulders, her breasts almost touching me.

And.

I push her away.

“…?!”

Rachel, who looks clearly flustered, looks up at me.

I held back.

Rachel is not the type of person to seduce me like this.

Then there must be something going on.

As a prudent mage, she tested me.

‘Because I have a history of raping maids…’

Honestly, she was a mother who had doubts about the protagonist several times in the original work, so I doubted her until the end.

[??? Rachel’s favorability has increased to over 50. ]

[The system applauds your humanity! ]

[Amazing wall slam! You’re a madman who tried to pounce on your mother! ]

Huh?

When I came to my senses. I was

With Rachel isolated against the wall of the carriage.

My hands were on the wall on either side of her.

It happened because I slipped while grabbing her shoulders and the carriage shook at the same time.

-“I’m sorry. The horse stepped on something strange… ah-“

The coachman’s door opens at the right time.

The moment the coachman opened the small window and looked inside.

The scene that came into view was a scene that could only be misunderstood.

-Thud!

The coachman, who coughed repeatedly and urgently closed the door, said.

“I, I’m sorry!!! Have a good time!!!…”

F*ck. It’s the downfall of the Britina family.