The Heroine Who Was Taken Away by the Main Character Becomes Obsessed With Me After Returning

67. Victory. …… No. Championship? (2)

“…… Kale. Should I kill them all?”

Muttering that in a very bloody tone in broad daylight, Lucia arouses magical power.

“Why again? What is it, Lucia?”

Lucia’s tone of saying that was unusual, so I interrupted and asked that.

It was someone other than Lucia who answered that question.

“Today’s newspaper…… You must have seen it.”

“Newspaper?”

“I saw it while bringing it earlier, uhm. …… I thought Mage Lucia would do that.”

Saying that, Ciela held out the newspaper she was holding.

It’s a newspaper.

The contents of the newspaper were roughly analogized. The finals of Mutuje ended like that yesterday.

…… If so, wouldn’t it be written that the winner is me?

I read the headline and immediately understood the cause of Lucia’s anger.

[The winner of this time’s Mutou Festival. ‘Cale von Reinhardt’s victory in the no-fighting contest is cheating?]

“…… Hmm.”

A very provocative title.

And because it contained shocking content that went beyond its stimulating title.

Did the fact that I am ‘Kale’ cause another problem?

I didn’t read all the details.

Because it was clear that there would be disparaging content about my victory and doubts about my skills.

Hagi article.

Unless anyone else knows, I’m a lazy and violent Reinhardt family brat.

…… Since the character is a character, can such suspicions arise?

I let out a wry smile when I returned the newspaper to Ciela, saying I understood it roughly.

‘…… Really. This side, too, I want to refrain from winning cups like that.’

I wouldn’t know if it was a victory I wanted.

It’s not like I was aiming for the championship, and somehow I’m being cursed with suspicion like that, so it feels strange.

Feeling dirty like stepping on poop from the morning.

“Brother? However…… Oddly enough, you look happy?”

“Ah. …… Are you tired?”

But apart from that dirty feeling.

The corners of my mouth delicately drew an arc.

Ciela tilted her head as if in doubt.

Of course, this kind of suspicion doesn’t make me happy.

I didn’t even want to win…… Damn it, in addition to winning the championship, there was even such a suspicion.

Just.

“You know what? In fact, the martial arts festival is controlled by the imperial family…… Who is supervising it depends on the time.”

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It is the number one festival in the empire hosted by the imperial family.

Usually, it’s usually done by the crown prince or the emperor.

However, the emperor would normally be in charge of the empire because the crown prince had not been decided yet…… ,

Unusually, depending on the time, there were cases where someone else took over.

‘For example. To find out the qualities of the prince who was half-appointed as the crown prince, let’s leave it to the prince as a test.’

The prince who was appointed as the crown prince. Who would it be?

Of course, there must be only 1st Prince Evan Beatus.

Yes. It was none other than Evan who supervised this martial arts festival.

And, of course, that such dishonorable rumors circulated in the martial arts he was in charge of…….

For him as a prince, it was inevitable.

‘I can’t help but laugh. Even if I stepped on sh*t, my enemy put it on his head.’

Perhaps this will make receiving the position of crown prince annoying.

I have no intention of killing you.

You deserve to be thrilled with such trivial revenge.

Just…… It’s just a pity that I couldn’t see that angry expression in person.

When I thought so.

I tilted my head when I saw Lucia putting on a robe and fixing her shoes.

Looks like he’s trying to go outside.

“…… Lucia. Where?”

Because of the opponent’s no-show, the winner and the awards ceremony were postponed for a day.

I was thinking of staying home because I had nothing to do.

Lucia was getting ready to go out.

It’s very rare for Lucia, who used to follow her everywhere, to go out alone.

That’s why, when asked, Lucia shrugged her shoulders and replied.

“No big deal. Just go see Princess Ray.”

“Aha… …. Well, since the martial arts system is over. She’s back because she passed away in the palace. By the way. Somehow, it seems like the two of you have become friends?”

It was a very unexpected combination for Ray and Lucia to become close.

Because there were quite a lot of scenes of the two sticking together, as if they were sharing some kind of secret.

Did you finally have friends besides me?

…… Great job, Lucia.

This father is delighted.

“Those eyes…… I feel strangely bad.”

Let’s have a face like the expression of her father who is proud of seeing his grown daughter.

Lucia, who had read her feelings, frowned for a moment before saying that.

“And, rather than being friendly. By today……. I thought it would be fun to watch.”

Lucia, who spoke incomprehensibly as usual, squealed and opened the door.

Then Lucia met her eyes for a moment.

I was trying to say something.

Conscious of Siela next to her and Lord Dagnes, who was quietly reading a book, she turned around.

And then, Lucia’s voice came directly into her head.

-My first will always be you, Kale. …… Always.

As if whispering directly in your head.

It wasn’t loud, but it was a voice I couldn’t miss.

She turned around so I couldn’t see her face, but she seemed embarrassed.

At least the ears between the silver hair were dyed red enough to be seen from behind.

“Lucia, you——”

“Well then! Goes!”

Lucia hurriedly shouted and closed the door.

Boom!

The harsh noise of that door closing sounded incredibly cute.

* * *

──Boom!

It is the hair that only the imperial family of the Millennium Empire possesses, and furthermore, it is the symbol of the king of humans and the master of the world.

Blonde golden eyes.

The man holding it hit the desk with a clenched fist.

Because members of the imperial family basically inherit excellent physical abilities and magical powers.

I could hear the sound of cracks coming from the leg of the desk just by hitting it.

As if that didn’t relieve his anger, the man with a clenched tongue sat down on a chair.

“…… Prince Highness. Please fix it.”

“How about you keep your mouth shut? Sir Pascal.”

The first prince, the future owner of the empire and the future king of humans.

Evan Beatus.

Pascal met his sad blue eyes and quietly lowered his eyes.

“I can’t help it. If you follow me, won’t it ruin your work? Didn’t he fail to even make it to the semifinals, let alone the finals, in the Mutuje sent to gauge Cale’s level? Isn’t that right, Sir Pascal?”

“Drill…… There are no words. I apologize.”

Kale von Reinhardt.

Got it, he won the Mutou Festival.

Without being able to even measure their proper skills.

“…… Do you know what gossip is going around among the commoners? Finally, even the world’s martial arts festival, which was supervised by the imperial family, knelt before the authority of the nobility. They say that martial arts aren’t like the old days.”

The winner, ‘Kale von Reinhardt’, won through cheating.

There were rumors like that.

Mutuje can’t keep up with the founding of the empire.

Nevertheless, it is the number one festival in the empire that has been around for hundreds of years.

And for the first time since the Mutu Festival was held.

The shameful title was attached to it.

Of course. From the martial arts led by Evan, the first prince.

Mutuje is a duel contest to select the ‘strong’ of the new era, regardless of status.

However, the Young master of the Duke of Reinhard won the tournament.

Gongja of the Duke’s family, who was rumored to be lazy and violent enough to have the nickname ‘sh*t’.

If the process had been normal, this disgraceful stigma would not have been attached to Mutuje.

However, the martial arts festival this time…… It was obviously not normal.

The Imperial Palace Knights. Pascal, the vice-captain of the Royal Knights, participated.

If that was all, it would have been a rumor that could have been buried with Evan’s power.

‘For some reason,’ Cale met a knight belonging to the Duke of Reinhardt and Junjun in the finals.

‘For some reason’, he won against the duke’s knight.

A mysterious strongman wearing a hood appeared and crushed the contestants and potential candidates for the championship, and reached the final.

“…… Of course. Before the final against Cale, he suddenly disappeared.”

A series of coincidences and coincidences at an absurd level.

If the beneficiary of that coincidence is Young master of Duke Reinhardt.

…… Coincidence has reached the point where you can no longer think of it as a coincidence.

“…… Little morons like bastards. If I had intended to manipulate it, I would have done it more precisely.”

Fast.

As Evan grabbed the desk, he clenched his fists.

Soon, the desk could not withstand the force and collapsed.

A startled Pascal flinched.

Before that, Evan spoke again.

“Really. Really, I ate it cool.”

I ended up eating it really cool.

Pascal, who took a certain risk and tried to find out Cale’s skill, was defeated before he could even reach Cale.

Other unverified lesser knights or prosecutors.

And just like the rumors say, the outcome of the duel with the knight of the Reinhard family was unbelievable.

If Cale had at least faced that guy named ‘Asael’ in the finals.

I could have guessed the level of Cale somehow.

Even that guy had an unprecedented accident of running away before the finals.

“…… I can’t blame all of this on respect.”

“Prince…….”

As if to forgive.

Pascal raised his head at that. Evan’s expression was never that of an apologetic one.

“Just. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get rid of my anger just by looking at your face. …… Stop giving it back now the spot.”

Pascal was Evan’s closest sword.

He knew a lot about Evan.

He was a knight who played many roles until Evan got to where he is today.

You could have heard it simply by telling him to retire.

A man who knows a lot about himself.

There was no way Evan could have retired in good health.

Useless words are a story that is in line with disposal.

After saying that, Evan took out a magic tool in the form of a crystal ball from among the wreckage of the collapsed desk and tapped it.

Knocked up.

A few knights responded to the call, bowed in silence to Evan, and took Pascal into custody.

“Prince. …… Prince Evan! Please, forgive me just once! Prince Evan! Damn it Let go, can’t you let go of this!”

“Anything about you will be treated as missing in the middle of a mission. For the bereaved…… A suitable reward will be given.”

As if treating someone who is already dead.

Evan said so in a soulless tone.

“With your help, I was able to stand up to this point, I will never forget for the rest of my life. Good job. Sir Pascal.”

──Kung.

Pascal is dragged away soon.

Evan, who was sitting on a chair without a desk, quietly touched his magic tool.

Coldly ruined. One.

That said, it wasn’t that Evan didn’t have anything left.

Kale von Reinhardt.

The bastard’s true skill, his secret.

…… Possibly even a weakness that can peel off a layer.

“Who is out there?”

Let’s mumble like that.

The lady-in-waiting who was standing outside opened her door and entered.

“Your Highness the Prince. A broken desk…… Shall I clean it up?”

“No, that’s enough.”

The desk collapsed from Evan’s resentment.

The lady-in-waiting who saw that asked that, but Evan shook her head as if that wasn’t the case.

“Get ready to go out. …… I have to find her 4th princess.”

4Th Princess, Ray Beatus.

Evan, who said he would go find her, spurred her to stand up.