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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 thing Grandpa said
after hearing my story was questioning my sanity.
It made sense. I had suggested
calling the Second Prince, Idiot Prince.
If an ordinary person had
insulted a royal in such a way, it wouldn’t be surprising for them
to land up on the guillotine.
But I am not an ordinary
person. Lucy Allen has done such things countless times before.
I had called the Current King
livestock, insulted the Heir to the Throne by referring to him as a
Hikikomori, and touched the Third Prince’s complexes by calling him
pitiful.
Despite these actions, I am
still here. Far from being beheaded, I confidently faced a crowd of
many Nobles.
So, what would change now if I
called the Second Prince, Idiot Prince?
Of course, the Second Prince’s
gaze toward me would be harsher. Given that he is the Idiot Prince,
he might even scheme to take revenge for the insult.
But isn’t that the same as
now? Even if I pretended not to know the Second Prince, his followers
would still scheme against me.
‘Is that so?’
Hmm. I see. I thought getting
rid of the Second Prince’s favour would also eliminate the restraint,
but it might actually become more bothersome.
This is why the thoughts of a
political novice don’t work.
Though I abandoned the idea as
soon as Grandpa dissuaded me, Grandpa was different.
‘Grandpa?’
He began muttering to himself
as if something had suddenly struck him, then soon started asking
Karia several questions through me.
After a few rounds of
questions and answers, Grandpa, breaking out of his reverie, spoke
with a faint smile.
‘Alright, let’s call him
the Idiot Prince.’
‘…Didn’t you say that it
was okay?’
‘What’s that?’
After Grandpa set the plan,
the next day, I called the people closest to me.
It was to explain what I was
about to do.
I planned to publicly describe
the Second Prince as the Idiot Prince.
Causing such a big commotion
would result in demands for explanations from these people, so I
called them in advance.
I gathered them in a private
room to explain my plan, but the moment I mentioned I would call the
Second Prince the Idiot Prince, things went off track.
Their reactions were immediate
and intense.
“…Wait a second. Lucy
Allen, are you serious?”
Arthur frowned deeply as if he
had a headache and pressed his forehead.
‘Yes, it’s true.’
“Maybe your hearing has
become pitiful from always hearing how pitiful you are? Don’t
worry. This time, it’s the Pitiful Prince’s ears that heard
right.”
“You really plan to call the
Second Prince the Idiot Prince?! Are you out of your mind or what?!”
Arthur’s shout echoed
throughout the room.
Thank goodness we set up
measures to ensure no sound escapes. If we hadn’t, the noise would
have surely leaked out.
Why is he so careless?
“…I think the same way,
Lady Allen. Could you please call those of higher status by their
proper names?”
Joy, barely regaining her
composure after Arthur’s outcry, spoke in an uncertain voice.
I wanted to comply with my
favourite character’s request as much as possible, but that was an
impossible demand. As long as the [Mesugaki] skill was here, I
couldn’t call anyone whatever I wanted.
“Please, everyone calm down.
I’m sure Lady Allen has her reasons.”
Phoebe was the only one
maintaining her composure. She suggested that everyone trust me for
now.
I could easily guess why she
said that.
She knew that I was an Apostle
of Armadi. Seeing me spout lunatic ideas, she likely concluded that
Sloppy Armadi had sent a revelation.
Unfortunately, Armadi hadn’t
said anything this time, but I didn’t explain that.
How could I confess that I
came up with this insane idea myself? It’s easier and more convenient
to lay all the blame on Sloppy Armadi.
Honestly, it’s not entirely
my fault either. If he had adjusted the [Mesugaki] skill sooner, I
wouldn’t have had to make such a decision!
If we were to assign blame, it
should be 90% him and 10% me!
…Is that too unfair? How
about 70 to 30?
“Phoebe, Lady Allen is not
one to act with deep consideration.”
“Exactly! When has she ever
thought things through… wait, could she actually have a plan?”
“Prince?”
In this confusing situation,
at least I have the comfort of knowing that my track record at Soul
Academy hasn’t been bad.
I’ve always proven myself
through good results.
Whether it was intentional or
not.
“Joy, think about it. Has
there ever been a bad outcome when Lady Allen has done something?”
“…That’s true.”
“I think it’s best we
listen to everything she has to say first before making any
judgments.”
With Phoebe’s persuasion and
my track record combined, even Arthur and Joy decided to hear me out.
Seeing this, I took a breath
and began to speak again.
‘I’m not doing this for no
reason…’
“I’m not calling him an
idiot prince without reason. It’s annoying enough that that foolish
pervert bothers me, but now his lackeys are pestering me too.”
Joy and Arthur nodded,
seemingly understanding the situation. Given their positions, it’s
likely that they’ve heard the news about the Second Prince taking
an interest in me.
“Certainly, from my
perspective, Lady Lucy is an attractive target. The symbolism of
having won against the First Prince is too great.”
“And the fact that Phoebe
and I value the Lady is widely known. He might think that if he
brings her over, he can get closer to both of us.”
What those two mentioned was
similar to what Grandpa had explained to me.
Right now, I am a very
appealing target for the Second Prince.
As I’ve mentioned several
times before, the current throne is practically confirmed to be the
First Prince’s.
The justification of being the
firstborn. Overwhelming abilities that anyone who has seen can
acknowledge. A solid backing of supporters.
There’s nothing lacking, so
how would the Second Prince ever get a chance?
Nobles aren’t idiots. They
know there’s not much winning potential with the Second Prince’s
faction.
At least if the Second Prince
had won against the First Prince in any competition, even a small
victory might change things, but it’s been proven multiple times
that the Second Prince’s abilities overall fall short of the First
Prince’s.
Given this reality, the Second
Prince’s faction can’t grow large. How many people would bet their
lives on a gamble with almost no chance of winning?
Factions that are related to
the Second Prince’s maternal family; factions with extremely poor
relations with the current First Prince’s main faction; or foolish
factions aiming for a single big shot in life.
Unless they belong to such
factions, they won’t consider supporting the Second Prince.
And then there’s me.
The symbolism of having won
the duel proposed by the First Prince. The background of the Count
Allen Family, known as the Protector of the Kingdom.
The advantages of being close
to the Partan Family, a Saint of the Church of Armadi, and a likely
candidate for the next Sword Saint.
With all of these factors,
from the perspective of the Second Prince, I am an individual he
absolutely must recruit.
If he could bring someone like
me into his camp, it might be possible to turn the tide in a fight
that looks nearly lost.
After explaining all of this
to me yesterday, Grandpa smiled cheerfully and said,
Things are different from when
the Second Prince first reached out to me. Outwardly, the Second
Prince holds a higher status, but in reality, he is the one desperate
and I am the one considering his offer.
To put it simply, I am in the
dominant position, and the Second Prince is in the subordinate
position. That’s why, no matter what I call him — even if I refer
to him as ‘idiot prince’ — he will be on edge.
‘I don’t need anything
like that.’
Most of the things I want
right now can’t be obtained just by having status or power.
So even if I could command the
Second Prince as my subordinate, it would only result in unnecessary
headaches.
‘Exactly.’
Grandpa advised.
Make him watch me closely.
Make him realise that even a
slight mistake could not only distance him from me but also throw me
into the First Prince’s grasp.
First, create a stalemate to
maintain the current situation, then gradually persuade him to leave
me alone.
At the end of all the
explanations, Grandpa proposed a duel focusing on conquering the
Academy’s dungeon.
The battlefield most
advantageous to me.
As a veteran of Soul Academy,
I’m confident that I will never lose.
Last night. When I shared
Grandpa’s story with everyone here, the room fell silent.
What’s going on? Why do you
all look like that?
Why are Joy and Arthur looking
at me like it’s hard to believe? And why is Phoebe smiling and
nodding her head?
This is a good reaction,
right? Isn’t it?
I’m not Karia; I can’t read
emotions just by looking at faces! Say something!
As I felt uncomfortable in the
silence and glanced around nervously, Frey, who had been ignoring
everyone, suddenly spoke up.
“Hey. Lucy.”
‘Yes?’
“What is it? Foolish
Swordsman.”
“Why is the Idiot Prince
called the Idiot Prince?”
…Are you asking that now?
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