“Hk!? Queeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!?”
“…To dare kick my Lord Hal, I won’t let you get away with this.”
“Sandra!”
Sandra, her crimson eyes blazing, bisected one of the giant claws with a single stroke, pointing the tip of Balmung at Hraesvelgr.
But, why is she here? She should have returned to the dormitory earlier…
“It was the right decision for Young Lady to say, ‘I’ll wait for Lord Hal after all,’ and turn back.”
“Monica!”
Monica, who had somehow appeared behind me, brandished a Dagger Knife, her expression grim.
“So, what’s the situation?”
“Ah…”
While wary of Hraesvelgr, who had escaped into the sky, I explained what had happened up to this point.
“I see… I don’t know which piece of trash targeted Lord Hal, but first, let’s dispose of that Chicken and make them understand their place.”
“Please grant that role to this Monica.”
Sandra chuckled, while Monica curtsied respectfully.
It’s reassuring beyond words, but I’m a little worried they might go too far.
Because I think this is probably that guy’s doing.
“…Here it comes!”
“Yes!”
With the two of them joining the fray, Hraesvelgr changed its tactics.
Flapping its large wings, a whirlwind of hot air erupted in the Training Grounds.
“Sandra! Monica! Behind me!”
Wielding the Jet-Black Shield Caspary, I weathered the whirlwind.
If I took it head-on, I’d be blown straight into the sky, but if I deflected it along the flow of the vortex… there you go.
“Fufu! Only Lord Hal can perform such a feat that should be called a Divine Skill!”
“Indeed. And yet, Prince Harold wears such an indifferent expression as if it were the most natural thing in the world… In that case, I have no choice but to teach him thoroughly tonight.”
“Monica!? What are you planning to do!?”
While exchanging the same banter as usual, the two of them scaled the walls of the Royal Academy’s school building at an incredible speed.
“Hk!?”
“Reflect in the afterlife, you Chicken wannabe.”
“It’s a shame we can’t cook it deliciously.”
Sandra sliced off both of Hraesvelgr’s wings, and Monica slashed its thick neck.
This Demon Beast, whose strength drew so many complaints in EnHaza, was instantly killed by the two who were stronger than the heroines.
“Lord Hal!”
“Sandra!”
I caught her with open arms as she fell with a smile after finishing off Hraesvelgr.
“Fufu, Lord Hal, Lord Hal.”
“Ahaha.”
Sandra rubbed her cheek against my chest repeatedly, her Platinum Blonde hair tickling my face. Of course, I’ll endure it.
“So… does Prince Harold know who set up this Demon Beast?”
“Yeah. Though I don’t have any proof.”
I replied to Monica, who had an unusually serious expression.
Since the protagonist, Owen, is not my enemy, there’s only one person who would do something that isn’t even in the events of EnHaza.
Oh, and just so you know, the culprit isn’t Yuri.
If it were him, he would have set it up faithfully according to the Scenario.
Because I know that best.
“Then…?”
“Yeah… It’s my father, the King of Dehвальз Kingdom, Aival Wel Dehвальз.”
“Hk!?”
Probably, King Aival is getting impatient because I and Owen aren’t in an antagonistic relationship like in EnHaza.
I guess he thought that by siccing the monstrous bird Hraesvelgr on us, we would get in each other’s way and cause a falling out.
Or, he might have just wanted to get rid of me quickly and remove the stepping stone from the game early.
In fact, Harold tried to stage a Coup d’état in the EnHaza main story, but was stopped by the protagonist and executed.
So, he must have figured that if he just got rid of me, he could come up with any reason afterward.
Just like how he replaced the protagonist from Wilfred to Owen, he might be thinking of replacing the stepping stone in the same way.
“In any case, I think King Aival is quite desperate. Things aren’t progressing as he wants, and if things continue like this, his plan to give the throne to Owen under the pretext of ‘whoever brings the World’s Greatest Fiancée shall be the next king’ will fall apart.”
Yes… Regardless of Yuri’s intentions, King Aival is desperately trying to make Owen the next king.
This has been the case since Wilfred was the protagonist, but it’s probably because there’s some kind of merit for that guy in doing so.
I wish I knew King Aival’s true goal…
“Prince Harold. Please allow this Monica…”
“No.”
I didn’t let Monica, who was about to offer something with her hand on her chest, finish her sentence.
Because I know she’s going to say, “Please let me investigate King Aival.”
“I understand better than anyone that you’re the World’s Greatest Personal Maid, but even so, I’m not stupid enough to put you in such a dangerous situation. Because… my Personal Maid will always be you, from now on.”
“Ah… y-you really are…”
Monica lowered her eyes, her face flushed red as she spat out an insult.
But, unlike when she’s teasing me as usual, she’s quite hesitant.
I smiled at her and waited for Owen to return.
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