Summoner: Monster Girl Harem!

— Verina Academy, Class 7S

Vincent spent a pleasant time with his three summons. Silvari was upset he only allowed Tania to indulge in his body. He wore a wry smile then promise to take Silvari on a date next month, which made her swoon like a regular human girl.

'Seem's like everyone is doing fine.'

He looked around his class and found everyone was present, which made him feel relieved. Violetta wasn't here, so he watched the landscape outside his window while curling his hair around his fingers.

'Felia is a little more mature. I hope she's okay.'

Her head spun towards him like she listened to his inner voice. She gave him a cute wink, mouthed some words, and turned around.

'That girl… I really need to consider her feelings. Let's take her on a dungeon dive, just the two of us later.'

Felia mouthed 'Morning Darling!' Which made him smile naturally at her cute acts. Three people entered as the door opened. Violetta entered with a stressed look as flames seemed to flutter from her red hair.

Thud!

She slammed her books and paperwork into the desk and scowled at everyone in the room. Her chest heaved before she took a large breath.

"Okay, listen up. Welcome back from the long break. You only missed a little!" She said with her husky voice. Her eyes softened when they hovered over Vincent's pretty face.

Two Elven males stood behind her with ocean blue eyes. They looked at the students with disdain. One of them looked at Vincent with a burning gaze of hatred.

'Hmmm, how should I interpret his look of hatred?'

Vincent ignored this moron, whose face screamed. 'I am important!' He focused on the beautiful instructor Strauss, who would say her hips as she spoke about the week's lesson plans.

"We will arrange for you to create your own parties now that you have a permit. Remember, these people will be your lifeline. Should they fail, you could all die!"

"But first, let me introduce these two Elven nobles."

The arrogant elf that looked at Vincent with anger interrupted her voice.

"No need for a disabled half breed to introduce true Elven nobility!"

He stepped forward and stood before the class. His eyes never left Vincent as his hand pressed against his sword.

<Hey… Master, did you steal that guy's wife or something?>

'What!? How would I do something like that? He doesn't seem the type to enjoy dark elves or succubi!'

<You're not forgetting the Elven princess who basically professed to marry you, right?>

'Ah… She's so cute. I forgot she was a princess, haha.'

The elf wore a forest green tunic with silver and brown highlights. His boots were thick with steel plates. Although he was handsome and filled with charm. He lost points because of his scrunched up nose because of his anger. His nose rose into the air as if to assert his superiority.

"Listen up, you worm! I am the son of Relvaris Melchar, Duke of the Phoenix federation, Mandrid Melchar! One of you mongrels found it upon themselves to violate our princess and force her to use her precious talent that was meant for me! You will come forward for questioning."

Whoosh!

A chair scraped along the floor as wind magic emitted from the person's body.

She drew an arrow, then fired it before anyone could react. The brown wooden arrow shot through the air as its green glow subdued any air resistance and pierced Mandrid's thigh as he cried like a pig.

"Argh! You bitch!"

Vincent found this funny. He was angry because of her, then called her a bitch. He found this guy unpleasant. As he scanned both males, to test the waters.

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[STATUS]

Name: Madrid Melchar

Age: 58

Level: 19 Duelist

Race: Elf (82%), Goblin (18%)

Height: 5ft 5'' (165 cm)

Talent: Increased Agility, Far sight, Noble Sword Arts, Short Tempered

[Strength: 9 / Agility: 18 / Stamina: 6 / Wisdom: 7 / Intellect: 7 / Charisma: 8]

[Abilities: Thrust (Common), Slash (Common), Mana vision (Racial), Parry (Common)]

[STATUS]

Name: Zedrid Velmund

Age: 258

Level: 25 Sword Master

Race: Elf (92%), Goblin (8%)

Height: 5ft 9'' (175 cm)

Talent: Increased Agility, Far sight, Velmund Sword Art, Dual Wielder

[Strength: 13 / Agility: 22 / Stamina: 8 / Wisdom: 9 / Intellect: 9 / Charisma: 7]

[Abilities: Dual Thrust (Rare), Tri Slash (Rare), Mana vision (Racial), Parry (Common)]

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<Why is everyone unbalanced in this world? Oh… That's why, no wonder! Poor fools>

Raizel spoke in a muted voice. She wouldn't let a pencil dick elf hurt her master. No matter what the reason, since the moment her guard dropped, she enjoyed time with this easy going daemon.

'Hey girls, this guy? Think we can take them. He seems to treat my future woman as a mere trophy,' Vincent asked them in his mind.

'Kill his guard first. Use your half sin form. The moment he may use speed, it is hard to win. The duke's son? He's trash.' Efrita gave sound advice as she was prepared to summon herself should anything go wrong.

'Yeah! Kill those fuckers! Then take me on a date! Hehe.'

Vincent was ready to move at any moment. His hand formed a circle of Raizel's size. He needed to be patient. His white tunic wafted in the wind from his Anima that circled around his skin in preparation.

<That damn demon goddess sealed me like this… But I can only thank her!>

A small girl sat inside a strange dark world her height around 165cm. She had pointed ears and blonde drill-like hair and red scales covered the back of her hands, waist and thighs.

Her eyes would alternate between gold, red and green unknown if it worked by time or her emotions as they turned pink when she thought of his night with the succubi.

This girl was Raizel who relaxed and drank the tea she conjured inside his soul. His spirits couldn't enter this realm until he reached a much higher level than now. She could observe them.

<Even higher gods cannot create and share Anima like my new master!>

She placed a hand upon her cheek and remembered the events with the succubi and his powerful display. Then the passionate love he gave to that dark elf.

<If I cannot learn the technique, I shall give him my everything and reach the pinnacle by his side!>

Raizel thought a life with him would differ from her previous one. She felt hope for a life filled with joy.

— Classroom

Madrid floundered on the ground as Zedrid put pressure on his wound and took out some healing herbs. Felia continued to hold an arrow nocked towards the duke's neck. She felt irritated. This bastard was angry towards her beloved for no reason! Her mother never agreed to their engagement, nor did Felia herself accept it.

Now this fucking Duke's bastard son comes out of nowhere and starts saying these things. She was terrified that his words would ruin her image in Vincent's mind and make him misjudge her as some kind of slut. Her entire existence was his and nobody, even the gods, could change that.

'Let's just kill him now. Mother won't be angry! I am her favourite little girl!'

Vincent too struggled to hold himself back. He wished to attack now and solve everything, but couldn't. His eyes narrowed, filled with a faint glow. Should he kill this man, it would force him to leave the school and lose everything? He watched as Felia stood alone with her arrow nocked, ready to end this pitiful duke.

He rose from his seat and paced towards her slowly.

With each step he took, the pressure and stress on his body seemed to fade until he felt his mind clear and tranquil. She was only doing this to support him, even if they were not yet lovers. How could he call himself a man if he let her fight this battle for him?

He gently placed a hand on her shoulder and stroked her soft skin.

Titania stood outside the door with her hand on the sword's hilt. She gave a nod to Vincent, who offered support to the princess.

'He is the same man as before, both violent and kind. I am relieved.'

"Felia, there is no need to kill him. Please lower your bow. He cannot change how deeply connect we both are. We are closer than any married couple could dream of in this world."

Felia shuddered as the tension in her bow vanished. Her fingers dropped the arrow with a clack onto the ground as Vincent's words revolved around her mind. Each time, they became more romantic until finally the words she heard were.

"He will never take you from me! My dear Felia is as beautiful as the moon itself! I love you, be mine forever. "

She shook her head and saw a dark light leave her darlings hands that enshrouded the nobles leg. His guard went to draw his sword before he stopped upon seeing the arrow wound close before his very eyes.

He gave a nod of gratitude to the boy they were supposed to interrogate and felt conflicted.

"Madrid Melchar, I Vincent Schwartz challenge you to a duel. Felia will be mine, and I will deprive your rights to her marriage with my own hands! You inferior trash!"

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