Why can't I be at peace?

I'm in a totally f*cked-up mood.

　So we're relaxing at Marie's house, and everyone is upset except me.

　Chris is mad at me.

'What are you carefree, Baldfalt!　Do you understand what's going on here?

　As I calm down with a cup of tea, I explain the current situation.

'I have to get my own armour before the day of the duel. But I can't get that armor, right?　None of them would sell their armor to me for fear of the six great lords.

　I'm in a desperate mood.

"All right!　How are you able to stay calm?　Look, your opponent will definitely bring out the allogants. Even though it's a replica, can you fight in the flesh against armor?　Marie went around to the merchants as much as she could to get them to sell her armor!

　The allogants we have now aren't replicas, but if you don't say so, you're going to have problems in a lot of places.

　If I was asked to fight a real Aroganz in the flesh with a real Aroganz, no one would want to.

　 Did I tease you a little too much?

That's good. I'm looking forward to it.

Hey, you!　When you fought us, you claimed to have won by performance!　Even if we could procure the armor, our chances of winning are slim, but we can't even get it!

　He's a fine guy.

　Are you worried about me?

　I'd rather have a pretty girl to worry about.

　Like Livia or Angel?　It could be Lady Milene or Clarice senior!

　I turned my gaze to the crib.

　It wasn't a baby in there, it was Noel.

　I prepared for this one to be more convenient when taking care of her.

'Noel, Chris is going to tease you~'

Don't change the subject!　If you ask me, the duel over here is nothing sweet like the school's special rules. Bartophalt, what on earth do you plan to do?　Come on, tell us what to do.

　I don't want to say that here because these guys are going to stop me.

　Chris is worried about me.

'You've been acting weird lately. Or are you worried about that errand boy?

"Luxion?　Well, to say I'm worried is an understatement.

　He's got to be--

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　On board the Einhorn.

　Pierre's cronies and the vassals of the Fevers, who were making a lot of noise no matter what time of day or night.

　The interior of the ship was ransacked and in a terrible state.

　Alloganz is also decorated in poor taste and Luxion is saddened.

''........Poor thing. I'd like to remove them immediately, but you'll have to be patient for now.''

　Luxion notices the presence of people and disappears to blend into the landscape.

　It's Pierre and the others who have come.

''He's an idiot too, isn't he?''

'You're the quintessential Pierre, aren't you? For going ahead and putting pressure on the merchants.

　Pierre touches Aroganz.

'He's going to get trampled by his own armour. It'll make for an interesting show.'

　Cronies laughing.

　Luxion's lens analyzes the back of Pierre's hand.

　The lens is expanding and contracting, and the ring inside the lens moves.

'By the way, what do you do after you win?'

Huh?

'It's the kingdom of Holfert. I'm sure they'll come to apologize anyway.

　Pierre sipped at the drink in his hand.

Well you're right. I'll kill every single person in the kingdom who has ever put me down. They'll have no choice but to go to war if they send the prince's head to me, too. If you don't come at me, I'll goad you into thinking you're a coward who doesn't talk about the prince being killed. I'll drag you out even if you don't want to.

　His cronies were pleased.

'You'll have to mix us in then. We wanted a medal before we graduated.

　Perhaps due to the harm of continuing to win, it was normal for them to be victorious in war.

　Therefore, they have no sense of aversion to war.

　It's just that they think it's bad luck to die.

I'm going to go to the battlefield with this thing. I'm going to go out there and slaughter all the knights in the kingdom with this thing. That way, I'll be a good foil for you when I take my brother's position and show my face in parliament.

　The Republic was teased by overwhelming strength.

　Pierre was a typical aristocrat.

　He was an aristocrat who was biased towards the extreme bad side.

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　The Kingdom of Horfath.

　Angel and Livia, who had slept together the day before, were changing their clothes.

　Angel has a hair clip in her mouth and is only wearing a shirt over her underwear.

　It was open in the front as it was unbuttoned.

　Claire received a text message.

'Oh my, it's been a while since I've received a text.'

　A sleep-deprived Livia fell off the bed as she tried to jump on Clairvoyant.

'It hurts,'

　Angel approaches and grabs his arm to help him up.

'What are you doing? Claire, can you read it to me?

'Okay. But it'll be the same as usual. It's about how hard it is to take care of Noel. And that Noel is cute?

　Livia sulks a bit.

'Rion-san, it's all about Noel-chan these days, isn't it?

　Angier had a small smile on his face.

'Yes, that's true. But he's seventeen years old. I picked it up at a difficult time.'

"...Oh my God, there's also something in there that says, 'Please give it to Roland's a**h*le.'

　Angier gives him a troubled look.

''What would he say to His Majesty? I don't know what you're thinking, but I'd tell him to be a little more nervous. So what's the content?'

"Hi-mi-tsu," he said.

　Livia nodded her head.

'It's pretty important to tell His Majesty, isn't it?

　Angel nodded.

'Yes. But if it's a secret, it can't be helped. 'Prepare a letter, Creare, and have it ready. I will give it to your father and have him deliver it to you. I'll think of a reply later, but I want the letter first.

　Cleare leaves the room and decides to prepare a letter.

　But--'

''While you're at it, I'll respond with a picture of Angier as well.

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　Royal Palace.

　Roland had been enjoying a cup of tea since morning.

"...a good cup of tea. Appropriate for me.

　In front of Roland were Vince, Angier's father, and Bernard, Clarice's father.

''The queen is pale in spite of the fact that she's tired from hard work day after day, your majesty.

"Why don't you do a little work, Your Majesty?

　Roland doesn't give in to the sarcasm and sarcasm of the two men.

　Because Roland has a strong heart.

'It's more right for that woman to do it than it is for me to do it. She's in the right place.'

　Vince had a blue streak on his face.

'You trust the Queen, who is from a foreign country, too much.

　Roland sips his tea and then answers.

'That woman's home is across the enemy country. The interests of the kingdom are also the interests of the woman.

　Milene's homeland, as Roland says, is on the other side of the enemy kingdom.

　The marriage is to contain that enemy nation, and the weakening of the kingdom is a problem for Milene's homeland as well.

　When the enemy nation invaded the kingdom and expanded its territory and increased its national power, it meant an increased threat to Milene's homeland as well.

'Milene is better at her job. She actually gets more results than I do.''

　It was abominable, but Roland was right.

　Bernard couldn't say it back either.

　Roland wasn't incompetent, but if we're talking about ability, he had seventy points.

　However, Milene had ninety or a hundred points of ability, and it was more reasonable to leave it to her. If it were in normal times, Milene wouldn't be too busy, but considering the current state of the kingdom, I have no choice but to ask her to do her best.

　But whether it's Vince or Bernard, Milene is a foreign royalty. I don't want them to work too hard, in the sense that they can't let their guard down.

　And yet, there are times when Milene can't say no for the reasons I mentioned earlier, and Roland does as he pleases.

''It's sad that I'm not good enough. I can only watch this way.''

　Both Vince and Bernard were busy smiling at Roland, who was smiling, and Vince and Bernard both had blue streaks on their faces.

　You're just trying to have fun, they say.

　Vince holds out a letter.

'Your Majesty, I have a letter from my daughter's fiancé.

Hm?　From that kid?　I'd at least read a love letter from a young girl, but I don't think I could read a single word in that little boy's letter.

　It was Roland, who let Vince open the package because it wasn't much of a content anyway.

(Stupid little bastard. If it's verbal abuse of me, you can have your father-in-law, Vince, read the letter and be disillusioned with its contents.

　Roland hated Leon, but

Oh, my God!

　Vince was surprised, and Roland thought he had done it.

　But--.

'Your Majesty, please read this at once.

What's up?　If you're complaining about me, I'll have that guy fired immediately... what?



"Your Majesty, how are you?　I'm doing very well.
By the way, I bought it because a Republican nobleman put up a fight with me, just as I was ordered to "handle his affairs well."
Don't worry. I'll beat you up!
But diplomatic relations are not my domain, so you'll have to deal with it there.
By your good subjects.
P.S. I'm glad you got the job done.'



　Roland crushed the letter.

'That little bastard!

　Bernard is calmly discussing the matter with Vince.

'This is going to be an international problem. We need to send someone to the Republic immediately. But of all things, to have a problem with Arzel...''

In matters of diplomacy, the queen has made no public display of her authority. I'll let her deal with it.

　It was difficult to drag Milene out of the quicksand into foreign affairs, and although she advised him, it was Roland who actually stood out in the open.

　Vince and Bernard turned a straight face.

''It's going to be busy, Your Majesty.

The enemy is the Republic, the strongest in its defense. Now, I wonder what will happen, Your Majesty?

　Roland was wannabe and trembling.

(I didn't know he was a great fool to fight with Arzel, of all people!　It was a misjudgment on my part to think that that little wise boy would be able to flush out the maggots and reasons if he did something a bit. (I'll execute him when he comes back!

Just get the information!　Send a messenger to the Republic at once. If the letter came, he must have done something already. Indeed, what is the embassy doing?

　The letter was Roland, who did not think it had been sent the other day.

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　I think I can hear the squirming of a bastard somewhere.

　Today was a good day.

　The dueling arena the academy had set up was a special facility, like the one they used for armor training.

　There are seats for the audience.

　It glows faintly when it touches the wall, and seems to be increased in intensity by magic.

''It's not easily broken? But still, it's common for schools to have facilities like this.

　There's a place for armor to duel with each other, as well as Holfert and Arzel.

　It's probably for the convenience of that maiden's game.

　The spectator's seats prepared for the duel are located at a fairly high level.

　It's a position where you can look down on the dueling arena.

　Such bleachers were beginning to buzz.

"Hey, there's a foreign exchange student in the flesh!
Oh, my God.
You're fighting a bunch of armor in the flesh.

　Just imagine the armor of this world as a large power suit.

　Simply put, it's not the kind of opponent you'd fight in the flesh.

　In the first place, armor is a weapon that can't be taken on in the flesh.

　Narcissus-sensei and Clément-sensei come down to the dueling arena and approach me, who appear to be unarmed.

''What in the world are you thinking!

'Why didn't you bring your armour!

　Even if I wanted to bring it to you, I couldn't.

'The merchants of the Republic won't sell it to me, you know. I have no choice, so I'm unarmed. Oops, I'm at least wearing gloves on my fists.

　I show them my custom-made gloves and they both hold their faces in their hands.

　Dr. Clement looked at the other side.

　There was a gobbled up arrogantly decorated arrogant figure.

''........Let's call it off. Or let's borrow from where we can. There's no way this is going to be a match.''

　At Dr. Clement's words, Pierre, who had boarded the Aroganz, laughed and laughed.

''Don't run away now, you third-rate national third-rate bastard. I gave you time. It's your fault for not being prepared, isn't it?'

　I act a little annoyed.

'Surely the lack of preparation is my fault. Then it's not a problem for you to keep doing this, is it?

　After confirming this, Pierre took out a large rifle from the container of the arogants and held it up.

''Of course. I'll make mincemeat out of your armor.'

　I'm looking forward to it...what a creepy thing to say.

　I don't think this guy is going to be a good adult.

　Narcissus-sensei makes a suggestion to me.

''Give me the holy tree sapling already. There's no need to care about the game. Aren't you valuing your life?

　I didn't think we were going to win, so he asks me to admit defeat.

'There are times when boys have to fight. Now is the time to do it.

　I'm confident that if someone were to take on an Allogants opponent with their bare hands, I'd laugh at them.

　I didn't think I would have to do it, but I had to fight.

　At that time--''

''Yes, that's right. You had a dog at your place. Was it Kara who was taking care of him?　The dog's name is Noel, right?

　My eyes widen, and I look up at the audience - Marie and the others who are cheering me on.

　Marie and the others are surprised.

　Kara should have stayed in the mansion to take care of Noel.

'You, what have you done with Noel and Kara?'

"What?　How was I supposed to know? I was in the mansion you guys are using, I just told you the names of the woman and the dog. Stop making weird accusations.'

　He stifled a croaky laugh, and I thought.

　You're a really great villain, I thought.