The Hero of Regression – The Talentless Boy Vows to Protect His Childhood Friend, the Female Hero, This Time Around – Chapter 103.2

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫

𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚: 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨-𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫

━━Stella’s Perspective

Two years have passed since the battle with the Demon King’s Army.

It’s been a year and a half since a 『Sword Demon Style』 dojo was established in our village.

Allan seems busy lately.

Training the disciples is quite challenging.

After all, he can’t simply make the disciples go through the same training he underwent.

If he lets every disciple go through life-or-death challenges where one mistake would lead to immediate death, Allan would become a mass murderer!

Actually, whenever I hear the details of Allan’s training, my spine still shivers.

The chances of Allan dying during his training were quite high.

In fact, statistically, it’s surprising he’s still alive. It’s his intense determination that has allowed him to survive and keep pulling on the slim thread connecting him to life and victory.

If anything had gone differently, Allan would be dead, and we wouldn’t have our current happiness.

Well, that probably applies to our entire battle with the Demon King’s Army.

If Allan hadn’t chosen the path of the warrior, if I hadn’t believed and waited for him, we all would have lost to the Demon King’s Army and died.

I do have my reservations about letting the man I care for walk such a dangerous path, but I can’t deny it was necessary, and our current reality is the result of those extreme measures.

If I were to deny that choice, I’d also be denying Allan’s efforts.

That’s unacceptable. Absolutely unacceptable.

So, all I can do is spoil him as much as possible for what he’s achieved.

I digress.

Back to the training for the disciples.

Allan can’t make the disciples undergo his exact training, but there were parts of it that were reasonable, so he started by instilling those elements into them.

The first was a sword-fighting drill based on our duels, focusing on deflecting superior attacks.

According to Allan, he learned the basics of deflecting attacks by continuously fighting with me, including in his previous world.

And mastering deflection leads to understanding the essence of Sword Demon Style, which involves sensing the flow of energy.

Once you can discern the flow of energy, you open the path to learning the ultimate killing technique, the Seven Deadly Swords.

So, the first training in Sword Demon Style was decided to be deflection training.

Initially, disciples would learn to cope with Allan’s strikes, as he has top-level physical abilities even without divine protection.

Once they got used to it, they would face my toned-down attacks. . . . . .That was the plan.

However, a problem arose at the very first stage.

The disciples couldn’t even deflect Allan’s attacks.

Except for Otou-san, who had joined Sword Demon Style with incredible enthusiasm.

The cause was an unfortunate misunderstanding.

With the knights who sent the disciples.

It seems that the knights thought Allan’s swordsmanship was entirely different from existing techniques.

So, thinking that existing techniques would interfere, they selected recruits who hadn’t even learned the basics as Sword Demon Style disciples.

Their reasoning was that a clean slate would be easier to imprint Sword Demon Style onto, all in good faith.

However, this was a major mistake.

While Allan’s swordsmanship is unique, its foundation isn’t any different from regular swordsmanship.

“Distortion is essentially an advanced form of simple deflection, and its founder Allan himself said he built it on the foundation of traditional swordsmanship he learned from a knight who once protected this village in the previous world. He added his own experiences to evolve it into the Ultimate Killing Sword.”

So, for Allan, having someone with solid fundamentals was preferable.

Indeed, you can clearly see the rapid progress in Otou-san, who had solid basics and got even stronger during the time we were apart.

In fact, Allan is also a novice when it comes to teaching, so being sent a complete beginner with a high training difficulty would be troublesome.

Both the teacher and the student being novices is nothing short of a living hell.

If only Blade, who trained with us, had been more involved in selecting disciples, we could have avoided this unfortunate misunderstanding.

But he’s overwhelmed with studying to become the captain of the knights, so that’s out of the question.

Sending back a disciple who’s already been sent would be awkward, so all we could do was drill in the basics from scratch.

Doug-san, who knows the circumstances, sent us a trainer, and along with Otou-san who quickly mastered Flowing Blade and was certified as a first-degree Sword Demon Style, we spend our days teaching the novice disciples.

It took just over a year for the other disciples to finally be able to deflect Allan’s attacks.

But now it’s finally my turn! . . . . . .And then another issue arose.

Due to certain circumstances, I became immobilized, and Allan is now once again preoccupied with revising the training plan.

Today, too, he was concentrating hard, pen in hand, facing his notes.

At this rate, he’s likely to work late into the night again.

And he’s even been trying hard with cooking recently.

“Allan, come here for a sec.”

“Hm? What’s up?”

“Just come.”

I pulled Allan into the bedroom and sat him down next to me on the bed.

Then, I patted my own lap.

“Here you go.”

“‘Here you go,’ you say. . . . . .”

“Don’t you get it? It’s a lap pillow.”

“Yeah, I get that much.”

Even though he says he gets it, Allan’s face is red.

He’s still shy, even though we’ve been married for two years.

I find that part of him adorable.

“Just do it, come on!”

“Woah. . . . . .?!”

I forcibly pulled Allan close and made him lay his head on my lap.

He didn’t resist.


“You’ve worked hard fighting the Demon King’s Army; it’s okay to relax a little.”

As I said that, I stroked Allan’s head resting on my lap.

It used to be me who got stroked, but lately, I’ve been the one doing the stroking.

It’s actually quite addictive.

“Relax, ah.”

Allan mumbled that and then turned his face toward my belly.

“Your belly is getting bigger.”

“Yes, and you’ll soon be an Otou-san.”

This is the reason I became immobilized.

Right now, there’s a baby in my belly.

A baby with Allan.

“In that case, I have to work hard as a father.”

“That’s why I’m saying you don’t have to work so hard.”

“I get it. I’ll work hard within limits. If I overdo it and collapse, that would be bad.”

And with that, Allan got up and gently pushed me down, joining me under the covers.

“I’m going to bed now. Just like you said, I’ll take it easy.”

“Alright. Ah, but no funny business. I’ve only just entered a stable period, you know.”

“I’m not a sexual beast. If anything, you’re the sexual beast here.”

“Oh really? That’s rich coming from a closet pervert.”

With such jokes, we drifted off to sleep.

Today, I’m in the mood to spoil, so I hold Allan to my chest.

The feeling of stroking his head while holding him becomes addictive.


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