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by adminMesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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Mesugaki Tank Enters the Academy –
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The First Prince acknowledged
his defeat so simply.
Even though he was the one who
initiated the bet and his opponent used a highly unconventional
method in the final competition, I expected him to say something, but
he didn’t.
The First Prince shrugged his
shoulders and, with a calm expression, casually remarked that it had
been an exciting match after a long time, then left.
This was despite the constant
noise around him.
Grandpa said that it should be
a good thing for me that the matter ended this way, but I couldn’t
take this situation lightly at all.
Knowing what kind of person
that guy is, how can I take this well?
The reason the First Prince
was called the Hikikomori Prince wasn’t just because he secluded
himself in the Capital.
It was more due to his
problematic personality.
A person with overwhelming
talent and outstanding achievements, to the extent that even Arthur
looked up to him, had such a petty and meticulous nature.
Users who encountered the
First Prince’s antagonism in the Royal Palace route often resolved to
crush him, after shivering at the countless traps he’d set.
For a man who trampled anyone
who opposed him regardless of status, gender, or strength, to cleanly
admit his defeat?
This was by no means a good
thing.
His acknowledgment of an
opponent was virtually a declaration that he was preparing to torment
them methodically.
Watching the First Prince make
his way through the crowd and leave, I had so many thoughts.
It was to the point that I
even regretted not failing the quest on purpose, knowing Armadi would
be laughing gleefully.
Think about it. If I had lost,
I would only have been humiliated by the First Prince and created a
monumental embarrassment at the Partan Territory Festival, but at
least there would have been no reprisals.
Damn it. I got so excited
dealing with a dungeon like I used to in the game.
If I had just kept a bit of
reason, I would have at least deliberated it a bit more!
It’s all that street stall
vendor’s fault!
Because of that person showing
me a newbie party I couldn’t bear, I completely lost my rationality!
“Lucy. Are you
listening?”
I was screaming internally
when I looked up at the voice mixed with a sigh. Today, Benedict’s
face was particularly sombre.
“Do you understand? What has
happened so far is acceptable. The First Prince has let it slide.
However, don’t cause any trouble during the festival. Please think of
this Papa’s digestive system.”
Benedict had just returned
from dealing with territorial affairs and had heard about the
incident between the First Prince and me as soon as we arrived at the
Partan Festival.
How many thoughts must have
crossed his mind at that moment? And how relieved he must have been
to hear the matter hadn’t escalated.
If Benedict couldn’t live out
his natural life span, Lucy would undoubtedly be the most
responsible.
Even though Benedict had
spoken to me several times, he still watched me with worry. However,
unable to help, he left at the maid’s reminder that preparations for
the party had to continue.
As he left, several maids,
including Erin, entered my room.
In their hands were the many
dresses I had packed for the journey to the Partan Territory.
Half of them were extravagant
dresses that Lucy had worn in the past.
Just looking at them made all
my previous regrets disappear.
Whether it’s the First Prince
or the Evil God, those are opponents I can somehow deal with if I
struggle enough.
But these dresses are
different.
These clothes suggested as
punishment by the Pedophile Pervert God, were a disaster I couldn’t
handle and a nightmare that would leave a great scar on my soul.
Lose on purpose? What do you
mean, lose on purpose?
You expect me to wear that and
then get hit with some unknown additional punishment? Are you out of
your mind?
I filtered out all the fancy
dresses that even an elf in a fairy tale would say; Hey, isn’t this a
bit too much?
I used the excuse that they
wouldn’t fit since I had worn them a while ago.
“The size should still
fit you. We measured you before, and nothing has changed.”
‘…but I don’t like them, so
leave them out.’
“Quiet, sloppy Erin. When
the Master gives an order, just do it.”
“Understood.”
Wasn’t it two or three years
ago when Lucy wore those? And they still fit?
Isn’t Lucy at an age where
she’s growing rapidly?
You replace clothes every few
months at that age, right?
So why hasn’t there been any
change? Could it be that Lucy’s growth period has already ended?
While still this short?
No, that can’t be.
That wouldn’t make any sense.
Lucy was born between
Benedict, who suspiciously looks like a Troll hybrid, and a mother
with above-average height, at least from what I saw in the visions.
Considering that height is
greatly influenced by genetics, Lucy should be worrying about being
overly tall rather than being short. Why am I not growing taller?!
Why!?
Is it because of Armadi?
Could it be that the Pedophile
Pervert Armadi is not allowing me to grow tall?!
Normally, I would laugh this
off as nonsense, but when it has the name of the Sloppy Armadi
attached to it, it seems almost plausible.
“Miss, which one would
you like to wear?”
Erin’s words brought me back
to my senses, and I looked at the remaining dresses.
I had already filtered out all
the unwearable clothes, leaving only the ones with a decent design.
Though they were still
dresses, after preparing myself to wear Lucy’s old clothes, these
didn’t seem so bad.
Which one was the best choice?
I furrowed my brow in
contemplation but couldn’t come up with an answer.
I was all about efficiency.
I could talk endlessly about
which equipment was the most efficient, but ask me which outfit looks
the best, and I couldn’t say a word.
‘Grandpa.’
‘That’s not what I’m
asking.’
Given that he always got
reprimanded whenever he spoke, I couldn’t expect much of a useful
answer from Grandpa.
In fact, Grandpa was right.
Considering Lucy’s appearance, anything would look good on her. They
do say that a beautiful face completes the fashion, after all.
Sigh.
Alright then. Why am I even worrying about this?
I should just pick the most
neutral-looking one.
“Miss.”
As I was debating which would
attract the least attention, Erin spoke up.
“May I offer a
suggestion?”
Her face showed traces of
worry, as if she had mustered up the courage to speak.
She must have thought I would
certainly reprimand her.
Seeing that, I just nodded
without saying anything. I knew whatever I said would come out as
harsh criticism anyway.
Upon my nod, a bright smile
bloomed on Erin’s face.
“There isn’t any dress
that wouldn’t suit you, Miss, but some do compliment you more than
others.”
Erin’s words flowed smoothly,
almost as if she had been waiting for this moment, and they had an
unusual conviction to them.
Before I knew it, I found
myself nodding along as if under some kind of spell and realised that
Erin was already dressing me up.
…Erin. Quite the frightening
girl.
The preparation process for
attending the party was excruciatingly dull.
Makeup. Hair styling. Putting
on a dress is more complicated than putting on any armour, so much so
that I couldn’t even imagine putting it on alone.
So I let my mind wander while
the maids busied themselves around me.
I couldn’t endure being
treated like a doll without fortifying my mind.
However the process went, it
was true that I ended up shattering Armadi’s schemes. In accordance
with that, the rewards were given.
It’s true that the Sloppy
Armadi is an utterly unfaithful, pedophilic, perverted,
sadomasochistic, incompetent, and petty god.
However, there was one
thing—just one thing—I could trust about him: the rewards.
Even Benedict’s tip, the most
useless advice given so far, proved useful later on.
So, this time, I also hoped
for a reward from Armadi while simultaneously feeling anxious.
After all, during this quest,
I had cursed Armadi more times than I could count.
I was worried about receiving
some bizarre enhancement to the [Mesugaki] skill.
The first reward given was one
that had been specified since the quest was issued.
[Your reputation has increased
dramatically!]
[Your competence will attract
the attention of many people!]
[The continent’s gossipers
will discuss your skills and talents extensively!]
Reputation increase.
The description beneath it had
several more details, but to be honest, it didn’t feel like a
tangible reward.
This isn’t a game, after all.
You don’t see any numbers showing how much your reputation has
increased. (Huh? What about that friendship quest then? Weren’t
there relationship points?)
Still, I didn’t worry much
about it.
The fact that it popped up as
a message meant there was a significant change, and as I go around, I
would naturally start to feel it.
The next message that appeared
was something I hadn’t anticipated. Up until now, the additional
rewards had mostly been skills, equipment enhancements, or some item.
[Most of the physical
penalties you are currently enduring will disappear!]
Removal of physical penalties.
This reward could be felt
immediately.
Originally, my condition was
not good, and as the penalty from doping approached, my body had been
getting heavier, but suddenly, my body felt refreshed.
Just like the morning after a
good night’s sleep.
Since I had resigned myself to
being bedridden for several days, this reward was especially welcome.
Although I had hoped for more
rewards given the high difficulty of the quest, this was the end of
them.
Still, I wasn’t dissatisfied.
It was clear that Armadi had
carefully considered my situation.
After the rewards were given,
I expected the Sloppy Armadi to provide a new quest.
Because so far, he has always
left me with at least one quest.
However, this time was an
exception.
Instead, there was a message
saying to wait for the second semester of the Academy, and nothing
else.
I didn’t know why, but I
decided to interpret it as Armadi’s way of giving me a break during
the remaining time.
So, it was basically telling
me that if I could just get through this party, I’d be able to relax
for the rest of the time.
If I could just get through
this night without any issues, I’d have a vacation!
I had already made a plan.
I was going to hide in a
corner during the party.
I’d lurk in the shadows and
pass the time gloomily.
If I didn’t meet or talk to
anyone, nothing would go wrong!
As I looked into the mirror,
nearly done with the dressing, I heard a knock on the door.
“It’s Duke Partan. May I
come in for a moment?”
Duke Partan? Why is the
busiest person here right now?
Although it was puzzling,
there was no reason to stop Duke Partan from coming in. I let him in
without much thought.
“Sorry for intruding during
such a hectic time.”
‘It’s all right…’
“It’s fine. Careless Duke,
you are always like this, aren’t you?”
“Ahaha. Thank you for
understanding. The reason I came all the way here is that I have
something to convey to you.”
Something to convey? Is it
related to the First Prince?
“As you know, during this
Partan Festival, you have been granted the title of Slayer.”
‘Yes, that’s correct.’
“And?”
“During the party, I will
call you up to formally bestow the title. It would be best if you
prepared a speech for that moment.”
Duke Partan smiled, believing
that a sharp and confident lady would handle it well, but I couldn’t
even muster a response.
So, in other words.
He’s asking me to give a
speech in a party full of elite nobles, not to mention a prominent
heir to the throne?
While my [Mesugaki] Skill is
fully active?…
Sloppy!
No, Lord Armadi!
Exemption pass!
I’ll use the exemption pass!
Please skip this part!
Pleeeaaase!
Help me get through this
crisis!
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