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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Those near the First Prince,
including Arthur, were at a loss for words due to the confusion.

The spectators, who should
have maintained proper etiquette in front of the princes, found
themselves with their mouths agape.

Joy was staring at me with
trembling eyes, her Villainous Lady mask cracked.

Watching the icy silence, I
screamed internally.

‘Grandpa!’

Grandpa, help me! How do I get
out of this situation?! I don’t know what to do!

Following Grandpa’s advice,
I kept my mouth shut and observed my surroundings. Slowly, the
expressions of those who had been in shock began to change one by
one.

“That’s outrageous!”

Someone broke the thick
silence with their voice.

It was Arthur.

“Do you think this is an
Academy!”

He, who had been standing
beside the First Prince, stepped forward, feigning anger.

‘What? What do you mean?’

Arthur’s outburst was a highly
strategic move.

I had committed a serious
breach of etiquette in front of everyone. Because of this, pretending
it never happened was not an option.

Now, I couldn’t avoid taking
responsibility for my mistake. However, it hadn’t yet been decided
how I would take responsibility.

“This is preposterous! Do
you think you’ll be forgiven for such arrogance just because you’re
Sir Benedict’s daughter?”

By raising his voice, Arthur
was trying to seize the initiative in determining the severity of the
punishment.

He could do this because he
had the status of being the prince’s brother.

“Enough, my brother.”

However, that was only
effective when the First Prince himself said nothing.

Considering that the insulted
First Prince held a higher status and more solid grounds, if he
stepped forward, Arthur would have to step back.

“But, older brother!”

Despite knowing this, Arthur
raised his voice.

To protect me.

“I said enough.”

But there were limits even to
that.

As the First Prince furrowed
his brows, Arthur retreated while mumbling an apology.

In the silence that formed as
everyone nervously observed one person, the First Prince’s
footsteps echoed as he approached me.

His pitch-black eyes were
fixed solely on me.

Finally stopping in front of
me, the First Prince lowered his face without saying a word and
whispered in my ear.

“Do you still think I am
just trash now?”

You’re still remembering
that?!

Did you really take that to
heart?!

Well, I guess you wouldn’t
forget!

How could anyone forget being
called a pathetic, shut-in by some insane woman?!

After those words, the First
Prince lifted his head again, with a smile playing on his face.

It wasn’t a smile born of
happiness.

I may not be as exceptional as
Karia, but I could still tell.

That smile… It’s like he’s
determined to take me down by his own hands.

‘Is it really not serious?!’

That’s true.

But no matter how you look at
it, I’ve been marked by that guy!

You can see it in his eyes,
he’s figuring out how to deal with me!

Grandpa attempted to reassure
me, saying the problem is only when they lose their rationality, not
when they still have it.

I understand that, but…

That’s not what I’m
talking about right now!

I’ve been marked by one of
the final bosses!

Armadi and Agra are already
teaming up to torment me, and now there’s one more added to the
list!

One more enemy who wants to
give the Mesugaki a proper lesson!

“I heard you’ve become
somewhat useful, but it seems your personality hasn’t changed.”

As I was mentally screaming,
the First Prince continued.

His clear voice caught the
attention of those around us.

“You’re participating in the
Partan Festival, aren’t you?”

‘Yes, that’s right.’

“How do you know that? Are
you a stalker, Hikikomori Prince?”

Please, shut up, [Mesugaki]
Skill!

Know when and where to come
out!

Don’t you hear people around
us gasping?!?

“Huh. Yeah. It’s more
entertaining if you’re just like you used to be.”

I expected his voice to rise,
but it didn’t.

The First Prince chuckled and
then turned his back.

Surprisingly, the one who
ended up flustered was the guard next to the First Prince.

“Your Highness, are you
just going to let this rudeness slide?”

“That’s just how that
person is. Raising our voices will only tire us out.”

“But…”

“Let me remind you since
it seems you have forgotten. That person is the daughter of Benedict
Allen. Considering his achievements, shouldn’t we let this slide?”

Although the First Prince
claimed he was overlooking it because of Benedict’s merits, his
true intention was different.

His mentioning of Benedict’s
name was clearly a reminder that Benedict’s influence was looming
over me.

Not just the guard, but even
those standing behind the First Prince couldn’t say a word in front
of Benedict’s name.

After confirming that everyone
had fallen silent, the First Prince led his retinue back the way they
came.

Whew.
I really thought I was going to suffocate.

What on earth was the old Lucy
like!?

She used to insult kings,
princes, and other nobles face-to-face while enduring this kind of
atmosphere!

Even with Benedict backing her
up, she must have been worried about the consequences, right?!

Was she really the type of
Mesugaki who didn’t care about others’ opinions?!

I guess if she did, she
wouldn’t have worn dresses more extravagant than a princess would!

While I was oddly admiring the
old Lucy in a different way, someone tugged at my sleeve.

It was Joy.

“Really, Lady Allen, you
haven’t changed a bit.”

Hearing her voice mixed with a
sigh of concern, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. Sorry
about that, Joy. You must have a hard time because of your
troublesome friend.

I’ve prepared a gift for you
to make it up. Please accept it and let it ease your mind.

Unable to voice my apology, I
was mentally pleading for her forgiveness. She gave a bitter laugh.

“Follow me. Arthur has
something to tell you.”

Huh? Arthur does?

Joy took me to an upscale
restaurant that catered to wealthy patrons.

As soon as the staff saw Joy’s
face, they led us to a particular room.

“You’re finally here.”

Inside, Arthur was waiting for
us.

“Have a seat. We’ve
already exchanged greetings grandly just a while ago.”

No sooner had we sat down at
the table than Arthur sighed and called my name.

“Lucy Allen.”

‘Yes!’

“What’s the matter?”

“I owe you an apology.”

His sudden apology left me
bewildered.

Wait, why is he apologising?
Shouldn’t I be the one apologising?

“I couldn’t persuade my
older brother to stay away from you, knowing what kind of person you
are.”

Arthur explained that the
First Prince, a hikikomori confined in the Capital City, had come to
visit Partan Territory largely due to his influence.

Apparently, Arthur’s unusual
decision to attend this festival piqued the First Prince’s
curiosity. After discussing it, the First Prince decided to join him.

Wait a minute.

…So, putting the story
together, this guy’s the culprit?!

Arthur!

You brat!

I’m taking back my gratitude
for trying to protect me!

If you truly knew what kind of
person Lucy was, you should have risked your life to stop the First
Prince from coming!

How could you, who isn’t
even a tank, attract the boss’s attention and make a mess of
everything?!

“Couldn’t you just tell
him not to come? Honestly, it’s pitiful that you, a prince, can’t
even do that right. What exactly are you good at?”

“I tried my best! But my
brother was so stubborn, there was nothing I could do! And besides,
you wouldn’t have caused such a problem if you hadn’t said those
strange things! How could you insult the leading successor to the
throne in front of everyone?!”

True, the bulk of the fault is
probably mine. If we put it in numbers, it’s at least nine out of
ten.

But you still bear some of the
blame for summoning the culprit here, don’t you? At least one?

So, just take my verbal
ranting as a stress reliever for me.

I’ll forgive you of your sin
for that.

Arthur, who had raised his
voice in indignation, eventually cleared his throat and regained his
composure.

“Fortunately, it doesn’t
look like my older brother plans to impose any sanctions on you.”

Even after the First Prince
left, he didn’t mention my name.

When guards or attendants
brought up the topic, he dismissed it as a thing of the past,
suggesting he didn’t intend to pursue the matter further.

Benedict’s name likely had a
significant influence on this outcome.

Who would want to antagonise
someone who, despite his imperfections, could withstand an attack
from the Evil God head-on?

“But there’s no telling
how long this leniency will last. If my brother makes up his mind,
even Sir Benedict would be in trouble. So, be careful.”

‘Yes.’

“Why should I?”

“I’m concerned about you!
At least pretend to listen!”

Arthur raised his voice again,
but there was nothing I could do.

As long as the [Mesugaki]
Skill was correcting my tone and behaviour, I had to keep calling the
First Prince a gloomy loner prince.

“Um, Third Prince.”

Joy, who had been quietly
observing our bickering, hesitantly spoke up, drawing Arthur’s
attention.

“What is it?”

“Is the First Prince also
participating in the festival?”

“Yes. Since he’s here, he
said he might as well become the Slaughterer of the Festival.”

Was it not shocking enough
that he came out of his domain, and now he’s participating in the
festival too?!

Why?!

What sudden change of heart
prompted this?

As I reeled from the
unexpected news, the Prince’s parting words came to mind.

Is this because of me?

Is it REALLY because of me?!

Since he can’t directly
punish me because of Benedict, is he planning to defeat me this way?!

Isn’t this a ridiculously
petty move for the final boss?

No. Wait. That’s not the
issue.

If the First Prince is
participating in the festival, it means I could run into him at any
moment.

“If my older brother gets
serious, that title will be his. It’s unfortunate. I was quite
earnest about aiming for it too.”

“You too, Third Prince?”

“Yes. Whatever I do, I must
give it my all.”

Oh, Armadi. Why are you giving
me such trials?

I guess I should ask Grandpa
if he can sense the First Prince’s presence.

If I run into him face-to-face
again, there’s bound to be more trouble.

Ding.

What now? Sloppy God, I didn’t
call for you.

I’m extremely stressed right
now, okay?

If you came to offer something
that can relieve an Apostle’s hardships, I’d welcome it, but if
not, my words might get a bit harsh.

[The Quest is changing!]

[Slaughterer of the Festival]

[Win at least 14 stalls!]

Huh?

Huhhh?

Why has the number changed?

Why did the part that said 10
become 14?

You sloppy god! Hey, you piece
of trash!

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