It was a great deal.
She got the flattery and worship she wanted, and I got the satisfaction and amusement I longed for.
Of course, I won't be using my charm magic for this though.
Where's the fun in that? It's cheating, and cheating is no fun.
I'd rather win her over with my natural charms, making her my exquisite marionette employing my own abilities; that would be a REAL win.
That's much more fun as well—experiencing obstacles and conquering them, making a queen of the heavens kneeling beneath her humble worshipper's feet.
My violet eyes flashed as I gently squeezed Asura Claremont's hand, timidly running my thumb over her slender index finger.
Besides, this girl… it's odd that she has so many followers and managed to charm so many people. What if she had some sort of power that allowed her to do so?
I can't sense anything, but that might just be because I'm not powerful enough, which in turn means that if she is a witch, her power must be beyond my means.
… One Year Later…
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Squealing at the top of my lungs, I waved a piece of parchment high as I hopped towards Asura.
Obviously startled, her blonde hair swished as she turned around, gazing at me with a mixed expression.
"W-What is it, Lancera?" In the end, Asura finally settled on a calm yet gentle smile, fitting of her character—though she couldn't fool me with that slightly shaky voice of hers.
"Asu," this was the nickname that I had called Asura ever since I lost that bet.
All of Asura's fans had joined in for a game, and a few girls—I was among them—decided to bet who would be the winner.
By this time, I had already become very familiar with the group, often advocating my ideas about how we should showcase our love for Asura. Fanfiction, mangas, skits… I was made in charge of them all!
Everyone thought I was the perfect advocate for the fan club and was very fond of me and my admiration for their idol.
As a result, people often joked around with me and played games with me.
So this time, when I lost the bet, I had to call Asura "Asu" once to her face— but of course, only if Asura herself was ok with it. If she wasn't ok with it, I had to immediately apologize.
Arriving in front of the girl, I pushed the piece of parchment in her face, laughing happily, "Asu, Asu! I get to live in the same dorm as you starting from this semester!"