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Enrols in Royal Academy where Story Begins

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“Hey, Haru! You have to wake up soon!” (Casparleague)

“Gah?!” (Harold)

Cas delivered a high-altitude diving body press right into my solar plexus early in the morning, and I couldn’t help but writhe in agony.

Seriously, isn’t there a better way to wake someone up?

“Come on… Since we’re starting at the Royal Academy today, we have to move into the dormitory, you know?” (Casparleague)

“Yeah, I know that… but how did you know?” (Harold)

“Ahem! Monica told me!” (Casparleague)

I see, that makes sense.

“Good morning, Your Highness Harold.” (Monica)

“Oh, good morning.” (Harold)

She probably came because she heard my groaning. Monica entered the room, bowing as if she’d been waiting for the perfect moment.

But still…

“Um… why is Monica wearing the Royal Academy uniform?” (Harold)

“Haven’t you heard?” (Monica)

Monica asked curiously, and I tilted my head in confusion. I thought she was cosplaying for fun this morning.

“I’ll also be attending the Royal Academy as a classmate of His Highness Harold.” (Monica)

“Huh?” (Harold)

Um… if I recall correctly, Xandra once told me that Monica is four years older than us… wait, what?! The light in Monica’s eyes has disappeared?!

“Is something the matter, Your Highness Harold?” (Monica)

“N-No! Nothing at all!” (Harold)

Yes, that’s right. I’m not reckless enough to make a direct remark to Monica when she has that look in her eyes. Even though I went out of my way to break the initial ‘Engage Hazard’ flag and secure safety, diving headfirst into danger is the last thing I’d want.

“Sigh… please hurry and change into your uniform. Milady will be arriving as well…” (Monica)

“Alright…” (Harold)

With a sigh of exasperation, Monica gave me a rare, straightforward nod.

But still…

“Um… Monica, why are you here in my room?” (Harold)

“Of course, to assist His Highness Harold.” (Monica)

“No, I don’t need it. I mean, I always dress myself, right?” (Harold)

“But since this is your first time wearing the uniform, I thought some help might be necessary.” (Monica)

“No, no.” (Harold)

“Yes, yes.” (Monica)

Because of this back-and-forth, we ended up taking a lot longer. In the end, Monica forcefully stripped off my clothes and helped me dress while staring fixedly at my bare form.

Now I’ll never be able to be a son-in-law.

 

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“Ahhh… Haru-sama, you look absolutely wonderful…” (Alexandra)

Alexandra blushed and praised my appearance in uniform, but her own uniform was overwhelmingly more stunning.

Do you have any idea how much my past self-longed to see Alexandra’s uniformed form, which was only depicted in a single still image? Today, I’ve fulfilled a dream. If possible, I’d love to request other outfits, like swimsuits and gym uniforms (seriously).

And so, we headed by carriage to the Royal Academy, located in the center of the royal capital. It was said to have been established by the first king, Llewellyn Weir Dehaubalz, and was renowned as one of the most historical schools among the surrounding nations. Many nobles from various countries also study here, and, of course, many of Enhaz’s heroines were enrolled.

“Come to think of it… that scum is shamelessly planning to give the new students’ opening speech.” (Alexandra)

“Oh… so you know about that.” (Harold)

When a royal enters the academy, it’s customary for that royal to give the greeting, but this year it’s both Wilfred and me. Normally, as the elder, I would be expected to give the address, but the academy specifically selected Wilfred. In other words… that’s how things are.

“It’s truly infuriating. After that disgraceful behavior in the duel, not only is he carrying on as if nothing happened, but he’s also spreading unsavory rumors that Haru-sama cheated…” (Alexandra)

“Well, well, it’s no big deal.” (Harold)

“But!” (Alexandra)

I tried to calm the indignant Alexandra with a wry smile. Those present at the duel knew who the true victor was. Even if such petty rumors were to spread, the public wasn’t foolish enough to believe them outright. We even provided a spectator area for the people to watch.

“Thus, my innocence will be proven by the very people who were there. Not to mention, most nobles witnessed the duel as well. Wilfred’s actions only pile more disgrace upon him.” (Harold)

However, according to Minister Olson, a few nobles had approached Wilfred, taking note of the sequence of events since the New Year’s celebration. They likely judged him as favored by King Eibar and switched from Cardis or Raphael. Though some might call it fickle, it was only natural for nobles to align themselves with the powerful if they want to thrive in the kingdom. I had no intention of criticizing them for it. Yet, I only hoped that choice didn’t turn out to be a failure.

“Oh, really…” (Alexandra)

“Look, we’re already here.” (Harold)

Turning Alexandra’s sulking face toward the carriage window, I pointed at the towering central building of the Royal Academy. Furthermore, there were many carriages lined up at the main gate of the Royal Academy, making it difficult to move forward.

Except for our carriage, of course. What? Why is our carriage moving along just fine? Naturally, it’s because I’m still a royal, rotten as that may be. We have a free pass all the way into the academy without needing to queue. After all the grief this kingdom has put me through, I might as well use this privilege.

We finally arrived at the Royal Academy, feeling just a bit guilty under the gazes of incoming students staring enviously at our carriage as we passed through the main gate.

“Alexandra, after you.” (Harold)

“Hehe… thank you.” (Alexandra)

I disembarked first and extended a hand to help Alexandra down… and then–…

“Whoa?!” (Harold)

“Alexandra! It’s been so long!” (Elene)

A young woman with a distinct drill-like hairstyle, resembling a chocolate coronet, pushed past me to grab Alexandra’s hand. She was Lizette Josephine de Capetien, the first princess of the Capetien Kingdom… and my old friend, Liz.

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