Believe it or not, Patrick is one of the characters to be won over in Magic Eyes. If Zinon is candidate ① to be won over, Prince Axel, Zinon’s real brother, is candidate ②, and Patrick is candidate ③. Patrick, target ③, is an intellectual count with a hidden erotic side.

Patrick is the son of the Chancellor of Elrand and the eldest son of a count’s family, a distant relative of Richeli’s ducal family. He has known Zinon for a long time. When the heroine enters the Patrick route, she is drawn to Patrick, who is calm, kind, and intellectual and suppresses his emotions with reason. However, Richeli’s interference, like a stumbling block, does a good job, and Patrick throws off his ascetic armour and plunges into an exciting development. The moment his self-control crumbles, he is wildly popular among fans.

So, when I see Patrick up close like this, dressed in clean, white clothes with gold trim, his body slender and elegant, his expression cool, I can’t help but relax my face as I remember the scenes of service where he bares his chest and lower body, his reason flying, his hazel eyes moistened as if heated, and he covers the heroine.

By the way, Prince Axel, who is one year younger than Zinon and me, is not a student at this academy but met the heroine when he was half-jokingly visiting the magician’s lab for Zinon. He hasn’t shown up at the academy yet on the first day.

That’s right. There are supposed to be two more people to be won over, but I can’t see them anywhere right now.

As I was lost in thought, walking around the garden and looking at the unusual plants, I was brought back to reality by the loud neighing of a horse.

“Ahhhhhh!”

“Watch out!! Get out of the way!!”

When I turned in the direction of the scream, a runaway horse was charging towards me with tremendous momentum, cutting through the fountain.

(!)

On the runaway horse, I quickly saw a girl clinging to the reins, her face pale. The next moment, unbelievably, the runaway horse changed its course and charged at me at an impossible speed.

“!”

I was frozen in fear and couldn’t move.

At that moment, Zinon, protecting me by hugging me tightly, narrowly avoided the runaway horse.

While the horse was neighing, the girl who was about to fall off was lifted off the ground by Zinon’s magic and landed safely.

Zinon, who was hugging me, who was trembling and clinging to him, reassured me.

Amid the commotion, a trembling, thin voice could be heard.

A sweet female voice, slightly nasal.

“Um… Thank you for saving me; I’m really sorry. My horse suddenly went wild, and I put you in danger… Are you hurt?”

I had my back to the woman and had to respond that I was okay. I was still shaking from the recent scare, so I turned towards the voice.

A very cute woman came into view.

Like spun silk, her hair was soft and flaxen, with curly strands falling just below her shoulders.

And a lock of that flaxen hair was dishevelled and covering her face.

Through the gap in her hair, her refreshing mint green eyes, cute and large, quivered with worry, and when our eyes met, her face distorted into an even more tearful expression.

“Um… I’m okay. Zinon protected me. But are you okay…”

Without letting me finish, Zinon, who had run his eyes over me to make sure I wasn’t injured anywhere, cut off my words with a chillingly quiet, low voice.

“Who are you…? It’s a rule to come to school by carriage to prevent this kind of thing, right?”

“…”

“Were you trying to kill my fiancée?”

“I’m, I’m sorry! I’m really sorry!”

“Your Highness… Are you okay?”

Looking around, the tension between Zinon, me, and the woman had frozen everyone else in place.

Zinon’s silent fury was evident, and Patrick, who had noticed it, stepped in, but Zinon’s face was a terrifying sight that I had never seen before. His eyes, a deep blue, were as cold as a gas burner, quietly searing the woman trembling in front of him, and he continued in a cold voice.

“Who are you…? Which house do you belong to? What’s your name?”

“Ye…yes… I am… Luna Maria of the Berkeley Baron family.”

At that moment, I was shocked and opened my eyes wide. I remembered. The heroine’s name. Luna Maria!

“Richeli?”

Witnessing Zinon’s unhidden anger, Luna Maria trembled with fear and could not speak. Zinon, unable to take his eyes off her, looked at me in his chest with a puzzled expression.

The arms and palms of Zinon, hugging me protectively and wrapping me in warmth, were very warm and gentle.

I slightly shook my head, trying to dispel my anxiety.

What’s going to happen now?

The scene of the encounter is different from any other.

The heroine rode a horse which went berserk.

If it were according to the scenario, Richeli would have avoided the runaway horse with her magic.

Just as it is, Zinon stops the runaway horse and rescues the heroine. That’s the start of the story if you choose the Zinon route.

The moment they look into each other’s eyes and are drawn to each other, as if being sucked in, was supposed to be their unforgettable encounter.

But what about now?

With a cold voice and eyes filled with anger, Zinon glares at the heroine, Luna Maria, who is pale and trembling, as if he is ready to burn anyone who tries to harm me with that cold fire.

Their encounter.

What on Earth is going to happen from now on?