“Ugh… Do I really have to accompany them on a tour of the Royal Academy today…”
It’s the fifth day since the Delegation from the Barthian Holy Kingdom arrived in the Kingdom.
As their host, I’ve been forced to attend to the Delegation every day, and I was so tired that I couldn’t help but collapse onto the table from the morning.
“Prince Harold. If you don’t prepare soon, the Young Lady will arrive, you know?”
“O-Oh, that’s right!”
Even if I’m tired, welcoming my favorite fiancée is another matter.
I hurriedly changed and eagerly headed to the entrance.
Then.
“…Prince Harold. His Eminence Salvatori has a message for you…!”
“Standing carelessly behind His Highness is quite rude, isn’t it?”
Monica pressed the blade of a Dagger Knife against the neck of Lorenzo’s messenger, who had approached silently from behind.
Foolish… There’s no way a mere Spy from the Holy Kingdom could match Monica, who serves as an intelligence agent for the Chevalier family.
“So? What does His Eminence Salvatori want?”
“H-He said, ‘Today, after the tour of the Royal Academy and the meeting with the headmaster, we would like you to guide them here.'”
Trying to maintain composure, the messenger handed me a piece of paper and delivered the message.
I see… As I thought, the Saint Abduction Incident will indeed take place at the Royal Academy, just as in the EnHaza Scenario.
Well, that’s the most convenient for that man, after all.
“Tell His Eminence Salvatori that I understand.”
“…Y-Yes, I will.”
Finally released by Monica, the messenger fled the scene.
“The Holy Kingdom seems to be suffering from a shortage of talent. I even deliberately created an opening for them, but they didn’t even notice and just let it happen.”
Monica waved something like a cloth? and said expressionlessly.
That messenger will probably be reporting to Lorenzo with his butt exposed and feeling embarrassed. Monica is truly a devil.
“Well… That’s what it sounds like, so can I ask you to do it?”
“Leave it to me.”
Monica bowed respectfully and left my side.
“Caz. Let’s greet Sandra by ourselves.”
“Okay!”
Caz, perched on my shoulder, rubbed her cheek against mine with a smile.
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“…And so, this Royal Academy accepts many excellent international students, and there is active interaction between students regardless of their social status.”
I’m accompanying the Delegation and listening to the headmaster’s speech, but… Yeah, I’m super sleepy.
It’s partly because I’ve been tired lately, but the speech itself is just boring.
Yet, not only Christia but also Wilfred are listening intently.
What is it about this pointless speech that they find so interesting?
“Fufu… Lord Hal, please bear with it a little longer.”
“Ugh…”
Sandra whispered to me with a wry smile, and I straightened my back.
Thankfully, since the match with Carla, she has been accompanying me on these tours with the Delegation every day.
“Mmm… Mumble mumble… Can’t eat any more nya…”
And, as if oblivious to our circumstances, Caz is muttering in her sleep in the form of the Jet-Black Shield Caspary.
However, since she’s not receiving SP from me, she remains in miniature size and is tucked into my inner pocket.
Once all of this is over today, I’ll prepare lots of sweets for Caz.
By the way, Carla is not among the Delegation.
She was apparently reprimanded for her rude attitude towards Christia during the match the other day and has been confined to a room in the Royal Palace until the day of her return. She will be formally punished when she returns to the Holy Kingdom.
Who handed down such a punishment, you ask? Of course, it was Christia and Lorenzo, who are responsible.
Monica heard from a Priest that Christia’s anger was particularly fierce, and Lorenzo hurriedly stopped her.
In other words… She herself separated the sword and Shield that protect her.
“Now then, we will now guide you through the academy.”
The headmaster’s speech finally ended, and we left the reception room.
At that moment.
“Lady Saint… Actually, after this tour is over, there’s something I’d like to discuss with you. Would you mind spending some time with me?”
While Wilfred was looking away, I whispered softly.
“Fufufu… Prince Harold wants to spend time with me?”
“Yes.”
I glanced at Sandra and nodded with a serious expression at Christia, who was smiling knowingly.
Sandra, meanwhile, was looking out the window and didn’t notice what was happening here.
“Being asked with such passionate eyes, I can’t refuse. Then, will you abduct me?”
“Leave it to me.”
I acted ostentatiously, took her outstretched hand, and left the scene without anyone noticing.
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