Summoner Of Death

Chapter 8

Guiche was stunned, his body locked in place at the turn of events he could never predict. Louise had interrupted them before Montmorency had the chance to explain her bizarre protest of his sampling the tea she'd made. The pinkette then babbled some nonsense before stealing Montmorency's beverage, while he wanted to rebuke her for her poor manners he found himself far to stupefied by his classmates following actions. She seemed to freeze, while he couldn't see her expression due to her back facing him it was clear her muscles were locking up.

The finely crafted teacup she held fell from her grip, shattering upon the ground. Usually, Guiche would feel indignant at the rude interruption and needless destruction, but he quickly realized something was very off. He felt concern bubble within him as he stared at Louise's incredibly stiff posture. While he didn't particularly care for the girl he didn't have much in the way of ill will towards her either. While he joined in his classmates taunting he didn't wish any real harm upon her, he simply wanted her to stop blowing up their classrooms… Well he'd be lying if he said he didn't get some amusement out of taunting her.

Thus with some trepidation, he approached the unmoving girl, touching her lightly on the shoulder. This seemed to startle her, as she jerked away from his hand. She glared at him with far more scorn then he could ever remember seeing in the girl's eyes, in all the time he had known her she had never looked this angry and disgusted. He was sure even Louise's rival Kirche had never received such an intense look of disdain from their short peer.

Honestly, with the benefit of hindsight he should have been prepared for her next actions, she took a step back, inhaled deeply and then kicked him quite hard in the shin.

Yelping loudly, he gripped his injured leg as he leaned against the table to support his weight. The less annoyed part of him noted the amount of force Louise managed to produce with her short legs was rather impressive. He felt his training had toughened him up quite a bit despite the incredibly short time frame, he had even grown quite concerned with the matter during his trip to the city.

The Sorcerer King had seemed quite interested but had assured him there was no harm in his quick growth, that it was simply a benefit of him applying himself. In the end, Guiche had chalked it up to the Sorcerer King's method of training being particularly rough. Part of him wondered if he overestimated his toughness or if Louise particularly favored leg exercises...

Louise then turned her gaze to Montmorency, who had a look on her face between horror and confusion.

"Montmorency...Why haven't we spent more time together?" Louise mumbled a blush spreading across her entire body, leaving Guiche all the more perplexed. When Montmorency opened her mouth to respond she was suddenly pushed back into her chair as Louise leaped into the blonde's lap.

Her arms wrapped around Montmorency's back as she snuggled into the blonde's chest ignoring her shocked expression. Montmorency was thoroughly unprepared for her classmate's next actions, as the girl pulled away from her chest only to look soulfully into her eyes.

"Get off!" Montmorency cried out as she tried to pry the determined girl from her lap. Louise showed no signs of understanding her words instead, Louise forced her mouth over the other girl's lips, kissing her aggressively as the blonde struggled in her grasp.

Guiche was both shocked and conflicted, the proper thing to do would no doubt be to remove the pinkette from his girlfriend's lap and demand explanations. On the other hand, the less honorable part of him was incredibly enticed by the image before him. The image of two women kissing and pawing at one another was something reserved for his more private thoughts, yet the scene was unfolding right before him.