In any fight, the ones who suffer the most are the mediators. The Crown Prince raised his hand, adopting a UN-like attitude, trying to stop the conflict between the two.
“Stop this meaningless fight and try to be a bit more peaceful…”
“What does the Duke think…? Abandoned in the desolate northern lands, tasked with handling monsters like a guard dog…”
“Was it the Glasse family…? Indeed, the current head is involved in corruption and even fathered a child with a young maid.”
“That’s all slander!”
“And I heard he proposed to our mother and got rejected, what a fool.”
Wait, what the hell? He proposed to Glacia’s mother, Melissa? That old gothic lolita hag? Is this pedophilia?
“Don’t insult our father! Even if he had a bit of a colorful past, he’s a great man!”
Hoon, that brat, also chimed in.
“That’s right! He even had deep discussions with me about the ideal color of a maid’s panties!”
This is not helping at all. But personally, I think white lace is the best.
“We had a fierce debate between pink cotton and black cotton panties!”
These apostle brats… I can’t leave these corrupt idiots alone.
“Sigh… These guys aren’t worth listening to anymore. They’re so lowly, it’s ridiculous.”
Their tastes are truly lowly and boring. They don’t understand the beauty of white lace panties within a black maid outfit.
But then Hoon, that damn brat, suddenly went off.
“Hey, Glacia-chan, was it…?”
“It’s Glacia Winterheart. Don’t address me so casually.”
“How can someone as kind and gentle as you follow such an evil person like him?”
What the hell is this idiot saying? I’m plenty kind. Then Glacia grabbed Hoon by the collar.
“If you disrespect my fiancé, Lord Werner, one more time, I’ll tear that disgusting mouth of yours into a thousand pieces.”
“Ah, I see, that’s how it is.”
What the hell do you understand, you idiot? Does this guy even have a brain?
“You’re clearly being blackmailed into this arranged marriage, right?”
I felt wronged. It was Werner who ran away, and it was Glacia’s Winterheart family who pressured us. Even if my mouth gets smashed and torn, I need to correct this bastard’s manners.
“That’s enough, outsider. Our engagement is none of your lowly business.”
“Shut up! You’re using power and force to blackmail Glacia-chan, you octopus bastard!”
What the hell, you idiot? How can I, with no backing, pressure a Duke’s family? Did this guy leave his common sense in Japan? And why an octopus? I have plenty of hair.
“Sigh… Before I call the Knight Order to kick you out…”
“Werner Alton! Face me in a duel!”
What the hell is this guy even saying…?
“If I win, you break off the engagement with Glacia-chan! If you win, take her with you as a condition to face me!”
“Well, she’s already my fiancée, but…”
“Don’t back down if you’re a man!”
“Sigh… Fine, but if you lose, you’ll do whatever I say without complaint.”
“Deal!”
Accepting such vague conditions, this Hoon brat is not just an idiot, but a complete moron.
“Lord Werner…”
“Don’t worry. I haven’t lived such a weak life that I’d lose to a brat like this.”
Hoon suddenly pointed at me. Where does this kid get off pointing fingers?
“Hmph, your confidence won’t last long.”
“Ah, is that so… So, what are the match categories?”
“It’s a best of three! First to two wins. The categories are swordsmanship! Hand-to-hand combat! And magic!”
I couldn’t help but laugh. It’s like a noob planting a flag in front of Orgrimmar without knowing what’s coming.
“Well, I’m not confident in hand-to-hand combat, but I’ll humor you since it’s annoying to have a bug crawling around.”
But just from the dialogue, it sounds like a generic isekai villain. Though I heard most of those get axed by episode 18. Even if they get animated, the art is usually trash.
“Hmph, don’t make excuses later.”
But then a horned woman suddenly grabbed Hoon’s collar.
“Masato, be careful. No matter how much he’s degraded, he’s still one of the ‘Eight Heroes.’ He’s not someone to be taken lightly.”
“‘Eight Heroes’?”
“Yes, long ago, they sealed countless demons, the Demon King, and the Dragon Lord.
The Hero of the Holy Sword, Zig Draghinty.
The Saint of Salvation, Media Les.
The Great Warrior of the North, Melchior Winterheart.
The Vampire Queen of the Crimson Full Moon, Melissa Winterheart.
The Strongest Knight, Ricardo Carven.
The Thief Who Shook the Continent, Squar Alton.
The Heavenly Demon, Ocheonryeong.
And finally, the Genius Archmage, Werner Alton.”
“Hoh, he’s more impressive than he looks.”
Hoon started looking me up and down. Should I just gouge his eyes out?
“A magic duel with someone like him isn’t recommended…”
“Don’t worry. I have a skill granted by that little goddess.”
I wondered what skill that little girl gave him. Death regression? Instant death cheat? Was he a prime minister in real life? Or did he bring a smartphone or something?
“With my skill ‘Combat Future Prediction,’ this guy is nothing!”
That skill might be helpful, but… do you usually brag about it in front of your enemy? What’s his IQ? Probably similar to a centipede.
“Sigh, well, I don’t know how much that skill will help, but do your best, outsider.”
“Hah! I’ll crush that high nose of yours someday!”
The Crown Prince, sweating, finally proposed a mediation.
“Then let’s decide the conditions as you and the outsider said… The location will be the arena in the imperial capital, and the time will be three days from now. How does that sound?”
“Fine.”
“Prepare yourself. I’ll definitely defeat you and save Glacia-chan…”
“Hey, outsider… Watching you flap your mouth endlessly is like watching a bug crawl around. Don’t address my fiancée so casually, you lowly insect.”
This guy flirting with Glacia is pissing me off, and the way he adds “-chan” to her name is disgusting.
I’ll make this idiot clean every public toilet in the capital with a toothbrush. And make it so shiny his face reflects in it.
—
Airi asked with an interested expression.
“…So, you were challenged to that bet by that annoying guy?”
“Well, it’s just for fun.”
It was like punching a punching machine or grinding roasted sesame seeds—just a kind of fun. Honestly, what can a kid like that do?
‘That little goddess’s skill is a bit concerning, though.’
“So, if Master loses, you’ll say goodbye forever, right, Duke Glacia?”
Airi giggled and poked Glacia’s side.
“Sigh… That’s why monkeys… There’s no way Lord Werner would lose to such a brat.”
“Well, that’s true, unfortunately.”
“Yes, so if you understand, shut up and go to sleep…”
“Kukuku… I should have heard it too… That guy said, ‘Glacia-chan! I’ll definitely save you!’ Ah, I’m laughing so hard my stomach hurts… Kukuku…”
Airi started laughing while holding her stomach. Camellia also turned her head, covering her mouth, desperately trying not to laugh.
“Having such a bug cling to me is unpleasant enough, so please don’t join in.”
“Sure, sure, as you wish, Glacia ‘chan.'”
“I’ve always disliked the way you talk… I’ll correct that bad habit now.”
“Oh, you want to fight?”
The two immediately entered a standoff. Glacia drew her sword and said.
“This is just education for a junior. It’s not a fight.”
Airi smirked and started chanting a spell.
“Light, strike my enemy…”
At this rate, the new house is going to be destroyed, so I had to intervene. Honestly, what’s wrong with young people fighting? But the house and furniture are important. Especially that horse painting on the wall—I quite like it.
“Now, now, Lady Glacia, calm down. Airi, you too, stop the magic…”
“But Glacia ‘chan’ started it first.”
Airi slightly covered her mouth and raised one corner of her lips. This is clearly a provocation.
“You damn…”
At this rate, Glacia is going to cause a big mess, so I had to shut Airi up.
“Airi, if you keep provoking Lady Glacia, I’ll tell everyone something embarrassing about you.”
“Huh? I don’t have anything like that.”
“When you were 11, you drew a map on your blanket and told me it was spilled juice…”
Airi’s face turned red, and she covered my mouth. Glacia teased Airi about it, and a fight broke out.
And the horse painting on the wall got smashed, and the painting was torn. Damn it.