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“Thank you. But… if you don’t mind, I would be happy if Prince Harold would escort me this time.”
Ehh… You’re choosing me here?
I’m not happy about this, so I want to refuse with all my might.
So Wilfred, stop glaring at me. It’s not like I said I wanted to escort her.
“Won’t you… escort me?”
“Ugh… y-yes. I’m very honored…”
Christia looks up at me with her emerald eyes filled with tears. So cunning.
Thanks to that, I can’t refuse, and I take her hand with a strained smile.
Even so.
“Ufufu, the Royal Palace of the Dehauvalz Kingdom is wonderful.”
As we walk through the Royal Palace, Christia constantly smiles and occasionally looks at me.
This kind of thing looks good when a handsome guy is the escort, but unfortunately, with my petty villain face, it’s a terrible mismatch.
However, one thing I can say is that I’m really glad Sandra isn’t here.
If she saw me like this, she would definitely be jealous. No doubt about it. I have to avoid that at all costs, including the party tonight.
“By the way… Prince Harold, how do you usually spend your time?”
That’s a difficult question to answer.
I spend every day training with Sandra without fulfilling my duties as the Third Prince, so what? …Well, I don’t need to be liked, so should I just answer honestly?
“I spend every day with my fiancée. For the past six months, I’ve mainly been doing Martial Arts Special Training.”
“Oh my! Is that so!”
I’m taken aback by her more-than-expected interest.
Was Christia interested in that kind of thing?
I try to recall Christia’s settings from my memories of my previous life… yeah. In the romance parts, that kind of topic was a no-go.
“Ufufu. Then, how about having a Sparring match with Carla, who is my attendant? She is also a Holy Knight, so I’m sure it would be beneficial for both of you, you know?”
“Ehh…”
I let out a dumbfounded voice at Christia’s suggestion.
My bad feeling was right on the mark. I wish my intuition wouldn’t work only at times like this.
“T-there’s no way someone like me can be a match for a Holy Knight! Absolutely impossible…”
“Harold, shouldn’t you accept the challenge here?”
Damn it! Wilfred, don’t say unnecessary things!
Besides, from the contemptuous look in your eyes, it’s obvious that you’re plotting to make me look bad by having Carla beat me.
“I would love to see Prince Harold’s wonderful figure…”
“U…”
Christia squeezes my hand and looks up at me, fawning.
I want to shake off her hand right now, but her position is that of a Saint and the representative of the Barthian Holy Kingdom Delegation. I can’t refuse her outright.
Haa… I’ve been had… I mean.
When I look around, I see Carla looking at me with sympathetic eyes. She must be having a hard time dealing with this (・・) on a regular basis… I sympathize with her too.
“…I-I understand. But, I’m weak (・・). So please don’t expect anything.”
“Ufufu! Thank you! Then, let’s do it as early as tomorrow!”
The matter was forced to a conclusion, and I sighed deeply once more.
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“…and that’s what happened.”
In the evening of the day the Delegation arrived, I explained everything to Sandra, who was wearing a dress.
I had been holding my head in my hands until I met her, but in reality, I no longer care about the match with Carla and have been staring at her the whole time.
Because Sandra, who is always beautiful, is more beautiful than ever, you know?
The dress, which is based on the same blue color as her eyes and accented with black, suits her so well.
Above all, black is the color of my hair. This makes me so happy.
Oh, of course, I also have her color, blue, in my ceremonial clothes.
We’re fiancées, so that’s only natural, right?
“Hmph… the Lady Saint seems to have a rather troublesome personality.”
“Yeah…”
I nodded weakly at Sandra, who was holding her temple and sighing.
I didn’t want to talk about this before the party, but if I kept quiet, it could lead to misunderstandings, and I don’t want her to be sad because of that.
“I understand the situation. I will also attend the match with that Holy Knight tomorrow. And… what do you intend to do, Lord Hal?”
“What… do you mean?”
“With Lord Hal’s ability, you wouldn’t even take a single hit, but without any means of attacking, only time would pass in vain.”
“Ah…”
My weapon is a Shield, and as Sandra says, if things continue as they are, the only future is one where we just stare at each other.
“That’s not all. That… this may be presumptuous of me to say, but I think it’s a perfect opportunity to show Lord Hal’s ability and awaken the eyes of the fools who are unfairly evaluating you, but at the same time, I’m worried that knowing the real Lord Hal will cause you to suffer disadvantages…”
Saying that, Sandra lowers her eyes.
You really only ever think about me, don’t you?
Then, there’s only one thing I should do.
“…I think I’ll intentionally lose in tomorrow’s match.”
“Lord Hal…?”
“I don’t care about the evaluations of those around me, and I’m not interested in them. More than anything, you know my worth.”
“Ah…”
That’s right. What I care about… what I’m afraid of, is only being disillusioned by my favorite fiancée.
If the other guys want to call me the ‘Incompetent Rascal Prince,’ they can do as they please.
“Geez…”
Sandra takes my hand and mutters, looking somewhat dissatisfied.
But, as she looks down, she’s very happily loosening her mouth.
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