Chapter 97

Most of the brats reincarnated in another world are idiots, except for me. Why, you ask? Not all of them, but most of them are morons who cause chaos in another world with their half-baked knowledge. These brats probably don’t even know that the scariest ones are those who’ve only read one book.

If they’re going to reincarnate, I wish they’d at least send someone from a STEM graduate program. Not these dumbasses who spout theories they barely remember from TV or educational cartoons.

“Lord Werner, why do you look so pale?”

“Ah… It’s just a slight headache.”

Please, let it be a science major… Please, let it be a science major…

I prayed fervently as I opened the door to the audience room. What greeted me was a guy with messy hair and a nasty glare… Oh, damn, I already feel like this is going to hell… And is that a freaking school uniform?

“I am Akahara Masato! An ordinary Japanese high school student, and a ‘reincarnated one’ blessed with skills by that little goddess.”

Oh great, this is already a disaster. A Japanese high schooler with a nasty glare, still wearing his school uniform… He’s the epitome of being a nuisance and a blockhead. They should’ve reincarnated someone with at least a bit of common sense. Did God outsource to the gods of this world and just dump trash here?

And next to him is a red-haired girl with horns… and a blonde in some weird uniform… Oh, damn. I haven’t even heard them speak yet, but I can already tell. They’re idiots too.

“You are in the presence of the Crown Prince. Show some respect, outsiders.”

I told them to kneel because I couldn’t stand their arrogance.

“Hoh… So interrupting others’ conversations is considered etiquette in this world?”

Ugh, that typical bratty behavior. I thought I was done with these morons after escaping the internet… Congrats, Fenrir, there are idiots like you everywhere.

“Your Highness… You cannot overlook the rudeness of these outsiders.”

“That’s true… But as you know, Teacher, no one expects manners from the southern Recurs tribe.”

Recurs are basically monkey-like humans… Oh, I get it. My lord, you never treated that idiot as a human from the start.

“Who are you to interrupt my meeting with the Crown Prince?”

Ugh, this brat with no manners. Should I just inject some respect into him? Here, the respect injector is a club.

“Address him properly, outsider. And I am Werner Alten, the royal sorcerer and former tutor to His Highness the Crown Prince.”

“Royal sorcerer? That’s just a fancy way of saying the royal dog, isn’t it? I didn’t know dogs could brag about their leashes.”

Then the horned girl suddenly spoke.

“Werner Alten… Isn’t that the loser sorcerer who ran away because the work was too hard 12 years ago? Even I find it hilarious.”

Bullseye.

But then the Crown Prince suddenly changed his posture and spoke.

“I can tolerate some rudeness towards me… But if you insult my teacher, Werner, even once… I’ll have you beheaded and displayed in the marketplace.”

Oh, my lord… Maybe I wasn’t reincarnated as the heroine’s teacher, but as the Crown Prince’s teacher?

“Tch… Fine, whatever. Anyway, I came here to bring innovation to this world.”

Oh, here we go with that cliché.

“First, I’d like to introduce this sword.”

Oh, damn.

“It’s a sword I had made by a blacksmith. In my homeland, we call this a katana.”

Masato or whatever his name is, he drew the katana with a flourish.

Why do my worst predictions always come true? How dumb is that blacksmith to make this sword? I’d rather use an OKC 3S than this trash. I know because I used to be an edgy middle schooler too. I almost died that day.

“May I inspect it?”

“Hohoho, you must be amazed by this katana. If you want, I can arm the empire’s soldiers with it. Of course, only I know how to make it.”

I know how to make it too, you idiot.

I raised my hand and struck the side of the katana. As expected, this trash sword shattered into pieces.

“My… my Kamikiri…”

He’s really spouting nonsense like Kamikiri.

“Your Highness, it seems a sword that breaks from a slight side strike has no value…”

“Indeed, a sword’s strength is its life. This one is useless.”

“Eek…”

So, how about that, Masato, you idiot?

“Then, let me show you my second invention: a heating device.”

Oh, God, please no.

Hoon clapped his hands, and a low table, a blanket, and a red gem were brought in. Oh no, it’s that thing.

“Hohoho, you’ve never seen this before, have you? This is what we call a ‘kotatsu’ in my homeland.”

I don’t know which little goddess brought this guy here, but I’m going to kill her. Making me witness this stupidity in front of someone who carries the spirit of independence.

“You lay a blanket over the table, place a wooden board on top, and insert the Salamander’s Magic Stone inside… It gets warm instantly. How about it? I’ll sell this idea for a good price.”

“Hmm…”

“Your Highness, I fail to see the use of this bizarre table…”

“I agree with the teacher.”

“Hohoho, you must be so amazed by the kotatsu that you’re speechless.”

No, you idiot, this is a Western-style fantasy world.

“The tables here are mostly for sitting. And are you telling nobles to sit on the floor like commoners? Besides, nobles just need to throw more firewood into the fire. We don’t need such a weird table.”

“Are only nobles human? For the powerless commoners, the kotatsu is…”

“How foolish. Do you think commoners who can’t afford firewood can afford a Salamander’s Magic Stone? Think before you speak, outsider.”

“But with just one magic stone, you don’t need firewood…”

“One Salamander’s Magic Stone costs two months’ worth of firewood.”

“With that money, you could keep warm all winter…”

“The warmth from a Salamander’s Magic Stone lasts only a week, you fool.”

Is this guy really that stupid? It seems like most reincarnated people in this world are idiots, except for me, especially high schoolers.

“Th… Third is…!”

Hoho, what’s next? Just introduce sushi, Hoon. If you bring up some stupid formation or claim soy sauce or tofu as your homeland’s invention, I’ll kill you.

“It’s a political system called democracy.”

You crazy idiot… This is a royal court, you moron. I had to stop this fool from running his mouth because I don’t want my Asian brethren to die.

“First, the people choose their own leader…”

“Your Highness, there’s no need to listen to this outsider any further.”

Hoon, you should be thanking me. I just saved your life. If you want a revolution, go start a rebellion, but don’t talk about democratic reforms in front of the Crown Prince.

“Hey, you.”

Another idiot barged in, a blonde girl in a uniform-like outfit.

“Masato-kun is kindly sharing his knowledge, so what’s with your attitude?”

You idiot, Hoon should be bowing to me in gratitude. That blockhead almost got beheaded for mentioning democracy in front of the royal family.

“Hoh… Which family’s daughter dares to speak to the royal sorcerer like that?”

“Carrot Glace, second daughter of the Glace Count family.”

Why the hell do nobles here have such ridiculous names? It’s so hard not to laugh. That carrot stir-fry girl is as much of an idiot as I expected.

“Spreading useless knowledge to blind His Highness, trying to steal the royal treasury with nonsense, and meddling in politics without any expertise. Normally, you’d lose your head for such crimes.”

“Masato-kun is my savior!”

You carrot stir-fry girl, I’m telling you this guy got caught scamming, why are you suddenly talking about yourself?

“Masato-kun saved me from a trap in the dungeon! I won’t stand for anyone insulting him!”

Hahaha, am I talking to a beast now?

“Sigh… There’s no point in continuing this conversation. Your Highness, let’s end this here. It’s a waste of time.”

“Yes, that would be best.”

“Next time, just beg, outsider.”

“You bastard!”

The carrot stir-fry girl drew her sword. This crazy girl drew her sword in front of the Crown Prince, she’s trying to ruin her family.

Ah, if she swings that, I might not be able to handle it… But I’ll make it painless… Just as I thought that,

Clang!

Glacia knocked the carrot girl’s sword away with her bare hand. Wow, so that’s what a hand chop can do.

“The daughter of a count… How laughable.”

Glacia wiped her hands with a handkerchief and spoke in a dignified voice.

“A mere count’s daughter dares to mock the fiancée of a duke’s family… Know your place.”