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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
206

Desperately begging didn’t
change reality.

Duke Partan’s request was
purely personal. It wasn’t a quest, so skipping it was out of the
question.

After snapping out of my
panic, I hinted at my refusal to the Duke. No matter how much I
pondered, I couldn’t see anything good coming out of it. However,
the Duke didn’t accept my plea.

“Lady, you triumphed over
the First Prince. What would others think if you didn’t even express
your thoughts?”

Duke Partan sternly pointed
out that it could be seen as blatant disregard towards the First
Prince.

The usually easygoing Duke,
often called the Careless Duke, looked so stern because he was
worried about me, Joy’s companion.

Seeing this, I reluctantly
nodded, and Duke Partan flashed a grin that belonged in a horror
movie.

…It was a smile of approval,
right? Right?

After the Duke left, telling
me; Good luck, even though my head was aching, I urgently called out
Grandpa’s name.

With my feeble mind, I
couldn’t find a way out of this situation.

But even Grandpa didn’t have
a magical solution to this situation. Since my actions were limited
by the skill, no matter how politically astute Grandpa was, there
were inherent limitations.

‘Got it.’

In summary, Grandpa aimed for
minimal damage.

With the [Mesugaki] skill in
effect, preventing an explosion was impossible, so we should at least
reduce its scale.

Hearing this, I could only
sigh.

If I had known this, I would
have just lost to the First Prince and worn the dress…

No, wait. That’s not right.

But blurting out insults like
sloppy trash in front of several influential nobles is also…

Reflecting on it all, I
realised the cruel truth.

Whichever choice I made, the
road ahead led straight to hell.

I thought I had crushed
Armadi’s schemes, but no. From the moment he gave that quest, my fate
was sealed.

What kind of god sets traps
for his own apostle? You wretched, trashy moron!

Countless people wished to
attend the party hosted by the Partan Family.

The prestige of being one of
the few Duke’s Families in the Kingdom.

The reputation built from the
numerous achievements of the Partan Family.

The honour born from their
dedication to the kingdom.

The Partan Family possesses
all three aspects.

How many people wouldn’t want
to establish some kind of connection with the people here?

Because of this, the number of
people wishing to attend a Partan Family party always far exceeds the
number of actual participants.

Given such a situation, the
titles of those attending the party were never insignificant.

The two princes of the Soladin
Kingdom.

Members of other Duke’s
Families, excluding the Burrow Family.

The Kent Family, known for
their swordsmanship. The Rumley Family, wealthy from their abundant
lands. The Vulcan Family of the Blue Tower Lord, along with other
influential noble families that supported the kingdom.

The saint of the Church of
Armadi. The leader of the Claw Mercenary Group, known for leading the
frontline in various dungeon conquests.

The apostle of Beauty and Art.
The next successor of the Dragon Burp Company, which linked various
countries across the continent.

Though there might be
differences in status, none of their names were trivial.

That was true, but even among
greatness, there were differences.

All jewels shine beautifully,
but their values vary.

The same goes for the
attendees of this party.

There were those that had
people eagerly hoping to talk with them, and then there were those
unable to fit in anywhere, who only watched awkwardly.

And at this moment.

The name of the family waiting
for the door to open beyond the party hall was undoubtedly among the
former.

The person guarding the door
took a deep breath after hearing something through the magic tool.

“Sir Benedict Allen and
Lady Lucy Allen of the Count Allen Family are entering!”

With a voice ringing loudly
throughout the entire party hall, all eyes turned to the entrance. As
the grand doors opened, a father and daughter stepped inside.

To describe them in a single
phrase: a monster and a fairy ensnared by it.

A towering physique that
reduced any average man to a child and muscles so bulging that they
seemed ready to burst out of the suit.

A fierce and intimidating
expression.

The spirit exuded from his
sheer strength.

The reverence born from the
legendary tales surrounding him.

Benedict Allen.

Once called the Kingdom’s
Fang, and despite his long seclusion in his territory, his name
always came up when discussing the strongest on the continent.

The looks directed at him were
of longing, gratitude, awe, and respect.

With such a name that
protected the kingdom through numerous adversities, those gazes were
inevitable.

Standing next to him was a
tiny girl, barely coming up to Benedict’s waist.

Her attire was extremely
modest and simple.

A dress based on white with
occasional gold accents.

An outfit that would have
drawn sharp criticism as unsophisticated if worn by some unknown
noble lady.

Yet, there wasn’t a single
person who dared to say such words to this girl.

She was far too beautiful for
anyone to dismiss her as unsophisticated.

Her strikingly white skin. A
leisurely smile. Confident red eyes, a mix of purity and mischief.
Twin tails swaying as if dancing in the air.

She looked like an angel
painstakingly crafted by God.

Her beauty transformed the
perception of her attire.

What seemed plain turned into
elegance, confidence, simplicity, and sophistication.

Though her appearance would
leave anyone who saw her in awe and admiration, the gazes directed at
her were far from kind.

Those long involved in social
circles knew what lurked beneath that angelic exterior.

Lucy Allen.

A child infamous for her many
misdeeds.

If not for Benedict Allen’s
name, she would have long since fallen into the Devil’s hands.

Seen as a girl abandoned by
God because all light had been given to Benedict.

Rumours had circulated that
Lucy Allen had changed since entering the Academy, but not many
believed it.

Even if her competence had
bloomed, her innate nature would remain.

This was the collective
judgement of those who had been wounded by Lucy Allen’s malevolence.

Given such circumstances, the
eyes on Lucy Allen were not friendly.

“Why is that girl here…”

Someone expressed outright
hatred.

“Leeching off Lady Partan’s
grace…”

“It’s laughable that she
dared to challenge the First Prince without knowing her place.”

Another voice revealed
jealousy.

“They must have made a
pact with an evil god.”

“Exactly. How could that
scum suddenly become so competent?”

Some were even bold enough to
openly accuse her.

For Lucy Allen, this place
felt like a punishment.

The kind of punishment where
she was surrounded by the needles of others’ hostility.

While an ordinary person might
have staggered under such pain, Lucy Allen was different.

Without a hint of wavering,
she stood before the Duke and Duchess.

Duke Partan raised an eyebrow
as he watched her.

‘Thank you for inviting us,
Duke Partan and Duchess.’

“Thank you for inviting
us, Careless Duke and Weak Lady.”

As the father and daughter
from the Allen family entered, the party hall buzzed with murmurs,
but all fell silent the moment Lucy Allen spoke.

It was a breach of etiquette.

An extremely grave one.

Insulting the hosts of the
party, and not just any noble family but the great Partan family!

While everyone held their
breath, afraid that a misstep might escalate the situation, the Duke
and Duchess of Partan burst into laughter.

“Puhahaha! My dear, did
you hear that?”

“Yes, indeed. I never
imagined she would dare call us such names here.”

“She’s got guts.
Definitely Benedict’s daughter.”

Hearing their laughter right
in front of him, Benedict stammered as he spoke.

“I’m sorry, Your Graces.
It’s my daughter…”

“What are you talking
about, Benedict? I quite like this nickname. All I’ve ever heard from
a child’s mouth were cries, yet now I’m the Careless Duke! I wish
the other kids would be this friendly too.”

“Me too. Thus far, the
only nicknames I’ve gotten were Demon or Witch, but now I’m the
Weak Lady.”

Though they patted Benedict’s
shoulder with a smile, no one, including him, took their words
seriously.

They only let Lucy’s rudeness
slide because she was the daughter of the great hero Benedict, a dear
friend of theirs.

“Oh dear, it seems I’ve
kept you too long. You’ve got to enjoy the party, especially since
it’s been a while.”

The eerie laughter of Duke
Partan made everyone in the hall force out a response.

They couldn’t think that the
Duke’s words to enjoy the party were directed solely at the Allen
pair.

Was it because it had been so
long since he had been outside the mansion? Benedict was overwhelmed
with meeting people.

There were so many who wished
to greet him that they nearly formed a circle around Benedict.

Watching this, I quietly
slipped away from his side and headed to the corner of the party
hall. Unlike the attention Benedict received, the looks directed at
me were far from kind.

‘Indeed.’

Back at the Academy, most
people feared me rather than outright dislike me.

However, things were different
here. The people here didn’t bother to hide their animosity toward
me.

When I stepped forward
briefly, I felt suffocated. How did Lucy endure it all?

At this point, I couldn’t help
but feel genuine respect for her.

Grandpa’s voice was filled
with disbelief, but I didn’t respond.

Maybe he didn’t really expect
an answer, as he quickly changed the subject.

As Grandpa said, not everyone
was watching me with sharp eyes.

People who seemed unfamiliar
with high society, those who appeared to keep their distance from
noble status, looked at me with curiosity.

Is this part of the reward
from the Sloppy God?

I still can’t quite feel it.

When I reached an
inconspicuous corner, I quietly scanned the hall for any familiar
faces.

Joy and Phoebe were at the
centre of this party. Surrounded by a multitude of people, it seemed
impossible for them to break away.

Frey was busy munching on food
in a corner. And Arthur hadn’t arrived yet.

Oh. There’s Avery.

When our eyes met, I gave her
a slight frown as if to say.

You remember what happened at
the auction house, right?

Avery frantically nodded.

Regardless of her character,
she sure is quick-witted.

As I thought this and rested
my chin on my hand, I saw Jeff walking towards me from afar.

For the young master of the
Partan Family, who should be the centre of this party, to come all
the way to this secluded corner—

There could be only one
reason.

“Lady Allen. Are you
prepared to give your speech?”

No. I’m not ready.

I’ve prepared, but I don’t
want to give it.

Can I pass? You just saw it
happen. If I go up on that stage, it’s guaranteed that something will
go wrong.

Do you really want such a
disaster to occur at the party?

Though I was grumbling these
words internally, what came out of my mouth was the complete
opposite.

‘Yes. I’m ready.’

“Of course, Sly Young
Master.”

I wasn’t brave enough to run
away from this situation.

Alright. Let’s go ruin my
reputation.

I really don’t want to do
this…

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