Era of Heroic Spirits: I Was Exposed by Alaya

In the massive dining hall, identical footage played simultaneously across every display screen.

The formidable and domineering Emperor of France faced a forest of microphones and cameras as she declared—

"The video is completely authentic!"

As her words landed,

The previously bustling dining hall fell so silent you could hear a pin drop.

Every head lifted, mouths agape and eyes wide with utter shock.

Then,

The entire hall erupted in an instant!

"Holy shit, did I hear that right? Her Majesty Jeanne actually confirmed the video's authenticity?"

"Heh, guess videos can't be photoshopped after all—that really was Jeanne!"

"Damn, doesn't this mean she's admitting to deceiving France?"

"Hey hey, you're missing the point—that Nameless Heroic Spirit actually has ties to Jeanne!"

"Ahhhh! My Empress Jeanne was actually... taught and nurtured by another man? Problem is, that guy's so devoted to justice, content with anonymity, and ridiculously handsome!"

"New CP stock just dropped?"

...

Being young, they naturally thrived on gossip.

Now, the subjects of this gossip were none other than the legendary Emperor of France, Jeanne d'Arc, and a completely undocumented Nameless Heroic Spirit.

"Nameless, I'm here. Why haven't you come to find me?"

Jeanne's words instantly set the entire internet ablaze.

This was unmistakably a confession!

A love declaration to that Nameless Heroic Spirit, with the whole world as her stage!

Countless hearts fluttered at the sentiment.

"Marry a woman three years older—gain gold bricks. Three hundred years older—receive elixirs. Three thousand years older—ascend to immortality."

Catching Jeanne's favor now would mean skipping several lifetimes of struggle!

Their gossip-fueled fervor burned white-hot, desperate to uncover this mystery man.

Remember,

When uploader [Alaya] concluded the first exposé video "The Avenging Witch" with:

[This was merely the most ordinary episode from the Nameless Heroic Spirit's life!]

If this was his "ordinary," how earth-shattering would his passionate moments be?

Souma quietly observed the commanding figure on screen: "That illiterate girl has finally grown up."

Memories surfaced—scenes from those bygone days.

Born in an ordinary village, destined to be some noble's decorative bride.

Yet this girl refused, stubbornly choosing the thorny, blood-soaked path to save her homeland.

Such a willful child. Souma's heart ached for her, leaving him no choice but to assist however he could.

Becoming her private tutor, imparting knowledge through countless all-night lessons.

History, military strategy, politics—crash courses in every subject.

Clearly, after "The Avenging Witch" aired, that little country girl remembered everything.

"Trouble's brewing..."

Souma collected his empty tray, deposited it in the designated area, and calmly exited the dining hall.

In mere minutes,

These hormone-driven students had already spun countless theories about him and Jeanne.

In this short time, they'd concocted N different versions like "Your Name" and "A Chinese Odyssey."

Bunch of idle busybodies!

Now, Souma could only hope Alaya wouldn't release more videos.

It would be one thing if Jeanne d'Arc found out—she'd have a hard time identifying him now that his spiritual foundation had shattered, reducing him to little more than an ordinary person.

But if it were any other Heroic Spirit, things might not go so smoothly...

Just as he reached the club building, a familiar voice called out to him, "Souma, come help me fix the heater!"

"Sure, let me take a look."

Souma walked over and deftly pulled out his repair tools.

Though the place was called Fuyuki Magecraft Academy, 99% of the people here were ordinary, with only a rare few capable of practicing magecraft.

Most of the equipment used was just regular electronics.

The other person asked hopefully, "Can you fix it?"

"Of course. Isshun, step outside for a bit—don't get in my way."

Souma nodded.

"Got it, won't disturb you." The other obediently pushed the door open and left.

Just then, another set of footsteps approached from outside.

Souma casually glanced toward the entrance.

A pair of slender legs, sheathed in black stockings, quietly entered his line of sight.

The smooth curve of her thighs, subtly indented by the snug fabric, was so captivating that one couldn't look away.

To borrow a certain classic line—

"I could play with these legs for a whole year!"

The newcomer was none other than the academy's most renowned genius mage, Rin Tohsaka.

A legendary noble lady, so wealthy she could casually toss around gemstones for fun.

However.

He knew full well that even the young mistress's family wasn't exactly rolling in riches!

Just the other day, he'd spotted her at the supermarket, scrambling for discounted pork—only to leave empty-handed and dejected. A "thrifty homemaker" of a noble lady, indeed.

The contrast was oddly endearing.

"Alright, Isshun, it's fixed."

Souma finished repairing the heater and stood up to leave.

With a slight nod, he brushed past the young woman.

Result.

The other party suddenly spoke up, "Aren't you tired?"

"What?"

He stopped in his tracks, looking at her with confusion, his heart tightening slightly.

After repairing the world, Rin Tohsaka should have forgotten all memories related to him.

Could the videos have awakened them?

"I always see you helping all kinds of people. Why are you so willing to do it without expecting anything in return, staying unknown?"

Rin finally voiced the question she had always wanted to ask.

This strange guy bore an uncanny resemblance to the nameless heroic spirit from the viral videos.

Despite helping so many people, no one seemed to remember his kindness.

What was the point?

He turned around, his expression odd as he countered, "Once, I was caught in the rain. So now, I want to hold an umbrella for others. Is there something wrong with that?"

"..."

Rin was momentarily speechless.

Such a simple statement, yet it made her heartbeat uncontrollably quicken.

Damn it, he just had to be this cool!

Her mind involuntarily replayed the scene from earlier—standing in the hallway, watching the empty schoolyard after classes.

There he was, practicing the high jump alone.

Failing again and again, yet persisting stubbornly like a fool.

From that moment on, he had left a deep impression on her.

Every time she saw him, she couldn't help but steal a few extra glances, only to realize he had always been silently helping others without seeking recognition.

Now, the mysterious uploader [Alaya] had released a video titled [Chronicle of the Nameless Heroic Spirit!]

That nameless heroic spirit had quietly supported Jeanne d'Arc from beginning to end, yet left no trace in history.

What a fool!

But why did it make her heart race like this?

She must be cursed!

***

After returning home.

Souma tied on an apron and busied himself in the kitchen, preparing a lavish dinner.

Though he wanted to teach the brat a lesson, food was a top priority—he wouldn't let the little one go hungry.

"That glutton also loves my cooking, huh..."

Souma shook his head and focused on cooking.

Having fought through six thousand years of history, battling through Singularities drenched in blood, he had come to cherish this ordinary life.

Being a stay-at-home dad wasn't so bad.

Well, if only the brat were a bit more obedient, it'd be even more fulfilling.

Ding-dong~

The doorbell rang.

"Coming, coming!"

Souma wiped his hands and went to open the door.

Standing outside was a petite, adorable white-haired, red-eyed loli dressed in a purple frilly dress.

She looked up at him with big, sparkling eyes and asked in a sweet, soft voice, "Souma-nii, are you the Nameless Heroic Spirit?"

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