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“Hey. Sid. Are you sure you’re okay ……?”
It was lunchtime at the academy.
Sid’s best friend – Arnold – came to my seat.
Arnold von Kreis, baronet.
The same aristocratic baronet, he and Sid are friends, it seems.
(I don’t remember them being close, though. ……)
He is a valuable ally for Sid, who is now disliked by his class and even by the entire academy.
Green eyes and slicked-back brown hair.
He is a male character in an Otome game with a very handsome face.
Of course, he is a mob character who does not appear in the original story at all. In other words, a character in my position.
“Yeah. I’m okay somehow.”
“Maybe you haven’t seen this ……?”
Arnold puts a sheet of paper on my desk.
It seems to be a school newspaper.
“Well, …… [His Royal Highness Prince Claude, there is only a victory flag towards the sub-baron Grundy! hey, hey…”
(What’s a victory flag, ……?)
Prince Claude’s handsome face was on the newspaper in a big size.
“I see. So they are determined to win.”
“Sid. It’s not too late. Apologize to Prince Claude before. Before you get beat up.”
“…..If I do that, I’ll be licking Farnese’s feet, won’t I?
If I lose to Prince Claude before we fight, I automatically lose the bet with Farnese.
If I lose the bet, of course–
“It’s all right. Being able to lick the feet of a beautiful young lady is ……. Some gentlemen are jealous of Sid.”
“You ……”
Arnold is rather serious about it.
Apparently this guy wants to lick the villainess’ feet.
I don’t have that kind of hobby, and since it’s about Farnese, I think she’ll make me do all kinds of strange things after licking her feet…
“The odds are 1:99 between Sid and His Highness Claude.”
Apparently the whole academy is making bets on who will win, me or Prince Claude.
1:99…… me and the other 99 bet on Prince Claude.
“Of course, I bet on Prince Claude.”
“Well, of course ……”
If I were Arnold, I would have bet on Prince Claude.
“But …… there is someone betting on me?”
If all the students in the academy are betting on Prince Claude, the odds should be me Prince Claude = 0:100.
“That’s right. Who in the world is betting on Sid ……?”
Arnold nodded his head.
“That’s certainly interesting …….”
Who would be willing to bet money on me, a confirmed loser, no matter how you look at it?
Or someone who knows that Alicia and I got the [Sacred Staff]――
I’m dueling royalty.
So it’s not surprising that there are people watching me and Alicia.
“Hey. Grundy. Why don’t you just surrender?”
“Your Highness. Again? ……”
Every day at lunchtime, Prince Claude comes to see me.
As royalty, he comes to me every day at lunchtime to give me “mercy”. ……
“There is no way you can beat me. Right, right? My victory is assured. You will be beaten up by me and crawl on the ground like a stray dog.”
“That’s right.”
“So surrender now, ……!”
With a bang, Prince Claude slams my desk.
So far, it’s just another day in the life.
Like the protagonist of a loop, this exchange is repeated over and over again.
[Grundy! Surrender quickly!
[Your Highness is so kind. ……!]
[Die! Grundy!]
From behind Prince Claude’s back, my classmates are cursing me all over the place, calling me “dead” and “trash”.
My usual routine.
But today was a little different.
“Grundy. I don’t know what kind of plans you have, but I have the chief magician and the knight commander with me. I will never lose to you,……, right? Isn’t that right?”
“No, even if you ask me …….”
(That’s never happened before.)
Perhaps, Prince Claude, did you know that me and Alicia dived into the dungeon?
“I won’t lose …… you know? Tell me! Grundy!”
Prince Claude grabs me by the bosom.
(Ugh …… so annoying ……)
“Yes, yes, yes. Your Highness is no match for me. …… Is this okay?”
“Haaa, haaa…… yes. That’s it.”
Prince Claude is out of breath.
Maybe, but Prince Claude grabbed “something”.
But he didn’t seem to grasp the fact that we had the holy staff.
“Fufufu. I will not be defeated. You are the baronet’s son, and I am the prince. There is no way we can lose. ……”
Prince Claude is clearly impatient.
It is as if he is fighting an invisible enemy……
(Well. I have nothing to do with it…)
And then…
Next after Prince Claude…
“Grundy! Surrender quickly, ……!”
It is Farnese.
(How do these guys come here every day? ……)
“Yes, yes.”
“Did you just say yes? You’re going to lick my feet, aren’t you?
“No.”
“What? You said yes. ……”
(You’re such a pain in the ass. ……)
[I envy you, being able to talk to Farnese-sama.]
[Grundy! You should be more grateful!]
[I want to lick Farnese sama’s feet!]
Farnese’s cronies make noise in the background.
“Haah ……”
I sigh involuntarily.
“Who do you think you are? Grundy!”
“No, you’re just talking to yourself, Farnese san”
I don’t want you interrupting my precious lunch break. I’m serious.
This is just another normal day.
That’s what I thought.
“Hey. Grundy. You’re not going to beat Prince Claude, are you?”
Farnese suddenly asked me with an anxious expression.
(Hm? It’s different. ……?)
Something seems to be wrong with her.
“There’s no way you’ll win, right? You’ll lose miserably to His Highness Claude and become my dog. …That’s the future, right? That’s it, right?”
“I don’t know”
“What’s that answer ……? Speak up!”
(What’s the matter with you?)
Like Prince Claude, Farnese seemed to be in a hurry.
“Yes, yes. I’m going to lose. Is this okay?”
I answer in an appropriate manner because it’s a pain in the ass.
“That’s all right! You’re going to be my dog! I’m going to make you my dog for sure!…”
“Yes, yes.”
The thought that this would continue until the day of the duel made me depressed.
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