The Strongest Gun Magus: I Cast Bullet!-Chapter 33: Orbs of Male Enchantment

"Ah! My hero, you saved me!"

The shout from the side made Reynard turn his head. Then he was momentarily blinded by the bouncing breasts of the woman running toward him.

He raised his hands just in time for the guns in them not to be crushed by the woman as she hugged him.

"You are so powerful, mister! Oh, I don’t know what I’d do without your help!" As she said this, the lady was rubbing herself all over Reynard. He felt himself heating up.

The motions HAD to be intentional. A little closer, and she’d actually feel the rise of Reynard’s cock!

With a corner of his eye, Reynard saw the traveling magus scramble away. Remembering where he was, Reynard tried to pull the lady away, but found himself hesitating.

He still had guns in his hands, and as an Albedo magi, he had to be careful with his strength, and the press of her breasts to his chest was really, REALLY pleasant...

Then she reached up and kissed him. It was a deep, sweet kiss, the kind that Reynard had been missing for years. Not even close to the childish kisses from Marien...

’Shit, Marien!’

With a truly titanic effort of will, Reynard pushed the woman away from himself, then put his pistols back in their holsters.

She tried to reach for his face again, but he caught her wrists. The woman’s nails were chopped short and dirty, and her skin was cracked in places.

’Those aren’t a rich woman’s hands, although she’s dressed like someone who could afford servants. This lady had to work with these hands recently. To think about it... This entire situation is strange.’

First, a scandal in the middle of a random street—there weren’t rich houses, inns, or restaurants here from where these people could have walked. Second, the eagerness with which a hiding magus started a fight with a person from a local magic school. Third, the shameless way this woman jumped Reynard in public, which was decisively unladylike.

And now, the bystanders gathered in droves around them.

Reynard stared intensely at the woman.

"Who has sent you after me?"

She paled.

"What-what are you talking about, mister?"

Reynard sighed, softening.

The woman’s fearful reaction gave her away. If she were innocent, she’d just be confused—he wasn’t even scowling at her, or anything.

He didn’t WANT to scowl. She wasn’t even a magus. And she really WAS pretty.

However, now he didn’t trust her not to stab him or pickpocket him at the first opportunity. This pained him immensely, because otherwise, he’d really like to let her rub all over him. Just, not in the middle of a street.

At this moment, Reynard’s acute hearing of an Albedo magi caught angry shouting and heavy footsteps of approaching town guards.

"Tell me the name, please. Whisper it in my ear, lady... Or I really will have to give you over to the guard patrol that comes over for trying to scam and pickpocket me."

The lady tried to tug her wrists away, but it was pointless.

"I don’t know! She-she wouldn’t show her face! But she was rich, and she wasn’t a magus. That’s all I can say!" she whispered in Reynard’s face.

He let her go, then immediately checked his pockets. But no, they were fine. Either the woman didn’t have the time to do anything, or her only role in the plan was to bait and then distract Reynard.

"Thank you. Safe travels, lady! And don’t get in my way again, please. I really don’t want to be forced into doing anything to you..."

When the woman ran off, Reynard finished the half-dead giant flower of the escaped magus and fled the scene himself.

The punishment for public fights against magi depended fully on the collateral damage involved, and Reynard would have gotten away with a lecture and a letter to the Blue Bismuth School.

But that would let his teachers know that he was Albedo-stage, and Reynard didn’t want that.

As he left, Reynard wondered who could have sent the magus and the lady after him.

’Someone rich, but not a magus, and someone angry enough to really wish my death? Huh... Magister is rich, but is a magus. Could he have sent a servant to arrange things in his place? Maybe, but I doubt that this servant wouldn’t have been a magus, either. Who else have I really offended?... Ah, right. Poor Markus. He’s rich and isn’t a magus anymore. Although I didn’t shoot him so hard that he became a woman... But his family is probably just as pissed at me as Markus himself. They also have a lot of servants who aren’t magi.’

Reynard thought about whether he should do something about it, and decided that not with his current means.

As an Albedo-stage magi, he could earn a notable amount of respect in the town, but Markus’s family was also very influential. And he didn’t have any direct proof of their involvement.

If he just accused them, this could easily backfire on Reynard’s reputation.

’Also, they say that if you attack a chieftain, you have to kill them in one strike, because chieftains will retaliate and so will their tribes. This family is certainly a tribe. I will keep my eye open for more assassins... But I will go back to the school soon, and they won’t be able to do much for me there.’

With that thought, Reynard continued on his original way—to train.

***

’I know I wanted to try that Spirit Armor... But if I don’t at least practice the flower-growing spell, I will forget it,’ Reynard thought when he reached his training spot.

It was a secluded grove near the town, away from the paths frequented by locals. The only other person who visited it was Marien, and she had only done so at Reynard’s invitation.

So he was alone.

He raised his hands and began slowly repeating the motions and words of the traveling magus without putting any mana into them.

Reynard did so for an hour, until the movements became nearly automatic and there wasn’t a single stutter.

Then, he poured mana into the spell and tried it again, this time much slower. The mana sparkled and transformed between his hands...