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Just like before, the arrival of an entirely unexpected entity.

It felt as if currents were flowing from my temples, and my head throbbed.

“Tell me everything. Everything that has happened since you entered here. Don’t leave out a single detail.”

The annoyance of plans not unfolding as intended could be rectified by redirecting them back on track, but the intervention of the saint posed a greater problem.

The first priority was to slowly retrace what the issue was.

“Listening to your words, brother, I too have had realizations. In order to seek revenge, I must forge my own forces. With this single-minded purpose, I spoke with several mercenaries.”

Efficient cultivation of aura, practical combat through sparring, and subsequent advice.

It seems Oparn has also thoughtfully exerted himself and endeared the mercenaries through his actions.

‘He moved quite well, didn’t he?’

Perhaps a candidate for the male lead.

Give and take.

Just as I did in the House of Duke Speda, neither affinity nor renown springs forth from the ground.

As much as one gives, so one receives in return; thus, his actions were deemed appropriate.

If not for one variable, by now he would have firmly held the Jearne dormitory in his grasp.

“So? What’s this about the saint making a move first?”

“Do you know about the saint’s blessing?”

Of course, I do.

I am someone who has seen the ending of this game; how could I not know?

“I’ve heard rumors. They say it makes managing magical power easier and boosts vitality.”

In reality, it’s a buff that temporarily increases strength and magical power.

“But why does that matter?”

“I fell victim to that blessing. Every morning, she would bestow her blessings primarily upon adventurers. Because she captured their hearts, she formed her influence swiftly without us being able to intervene.”

‘Already a fame quest at this point in time.’

Even now, it’s unbelievable that the saint, thoroughly indoctrinated by the temple’s education by this point, would undertake such a task.

Regardless of who possesses the saint’s body. At least after solving several incidents and gaining fame, I thought she might attempt it, but I was mistaken.

‘This is troublesome; the grand plan won’t be completed like this.’

Bestowing blessings, originally the prerogative of the nobility, upon commoners was bound to draw criticism within the temple.

Whatever kind of person would dare to act so boldly… that’s the secondary issue.

The more urgent problem was that the academy’s commoner forces were now gravitating towards her.

The nobility of only the west and north was insufficient.

To overturn the board set by the Caspera sisters, building a force of that scale.

Recruiting commoners was not a choice but a necessity.

“Phew, adventurers are one thing, but what about the mercenaries?”

“Recently, even the mercenaries have been receiving her blessings, and she has been expanding her influence. 

Indeed, half of my dormitory at the academy is under her influence,” he said. 

It’s not enough with just adventurers; she’s gradually devouring even the mercenary pie. 

But, ultimately, what Oparn has accomplished amounts to nothing more than leaving a good impression. 

“I thought you could surely become the leader of the commoners, but this is a bit disappointing.”  

“……” 

“I hope I don’t get more disappointed. You are meant to be the king of the gargoyles. At least hold on to the remaining mercenaries properly.” 

“Yes. Of course, the saintess, and I will definitely surpass Georg,” he vowed. 

It was exasperating. Even on the mercenary front, was he competing with Georg? 

‘Tsk, after all, the mercenary who appeared like a comet is nothing but a golden parachute placed by the Speda family, and it seems he is inferior in terms of legitimacy.’ 

Given this situation, the plan to use Oparn to rally the commoners would need to be viewed more long-term. 

“Oparn, how is your relationship with the saintess?” 

“I’ve been moving as per your advice, brother. I rushed to her whenever she needed help. But, I’ve drawn a line as a personal favor.” 

Personally, he was friendly. As a power leader, he was cold. 

He seemed to be excellently practicing my advice to win favor while simultaneously keeping a check. 

In other words, he must have a certain level of friendship with the saintess. 

“Go and convey a message.” 

“What should I deliver?” 

“Tell her that someone from the northern Speda ducal family would like to meet her.” 

That’s better. While it acknowledged that the Speda ducal family was backing the commoner mercenary, the rumor had already spread far and wide. 

Why not bring her in as the representative of the majority of commoners? 

That would not interfere with the plan to eliminate the Caspera sisters. 

And, simultaneously, I should confirm if this saintess is the one I know.

The slightly early appearance, the discord during the entrance exam, and now a reputation that disrupted my plans. 

Given the different course she had taken from what I knew of the original story, I had to thoroughly check. 

If the saintess differed significantly in character from the original, the main story might also have collapsed. 

Accordingly, I would need to adjust my strategies. 

‘Let’s see her face once,’ I thought, as I slowly revisited the original work to prepare for the encounter with the all too familiar her.

***

Nothing seems to go as planned. 

Saint Rene sighed as she looked at the emblem on the back of her hand. 

“A fitting partner for me…” 

She knew best how hollow those words were. 

Before even discussing what qualifications a partner for a saint might have. 

It was the saint herself who decided that. 

“The most favored among the male lead candidates soon becomes the male protagonist,” she knew all too well. 

As a fan of female-oriented dating sims, she understood the flow of the game, ‘Under the Chandelier’. 

That’s why her conclusion was simple: 

‘After all, I decide who the male lead is, I just need to do well.’ 

Her conclusion was simple but touched on the truth. 

Especially since this game, known for its notorious difficulty, could not solely rely on the male leads like other dating sims without risking failure. 

She tried to make various efforts, but… 

“Really! Even the hidden dungeons! And the fake holy sword swapped by fanatics! How can this be?!” 

Rene, the noble and distant daughter loved by God, ‘the Saint’, finally ground her teeth in anger. 

Did the goddess hate seeing her do well? 

Every attempt seemed twisted. 

“Why bring me here if it’s going to be like this?!” 

The hidden dungeon, which could have been easily cleared, was already plundered. 

The hidden piece that was supposed to ensure early sacred power was replaced with a counterfeit. 

The stress was so great she felt like pulling her hair out. 

“Sigh.” 

After a long bout of fussing, she finally regained her composure. 

Lying on the bed, she thought about her plans ahead with a cooler head. 

“There are some not so bad aspects too.” 

The position of second place in the entrance exam. 

The reputation she built in her dormitory. 

These were as good as in the original work. 

No, they turned out even better than in the original. 

“The Pope, that old man, probably won’t be giving any unsolicited advice for a while once he hears this news.” 

She was grateful to him for finding her in the underworld and bringing her to the holy land. 

But, as typical of religious figures, he was inherently rigid and strict. 

– Maintain modesty. 

– Let sincerity be ingrained in your body. 

– According to the Goddess’s words in the scripture… 

Just the memory was enough to make Rene’s brow furrow. 

The detestable holy land where no freedom was given. 

Though she knew a bit about it through the game’s prologue and play, reality felt like a prison. 

‘Still, there are some convenient aspects about that old man always invoking ‘the Goddess’.’

Her furrowed brow smoothed out, and soon her gentle eyes formed a rounded arc. 

The usual tranquil silence flowed through the temple. 

The disturbance that occurred on what should have been a peaceful morning. 

“Lady Saint, good morning. …What? You wish to greet the nobles of the Empire? That’s not possible! It’s not yet time for you to meet the partner who will save the world.”

However, at that time, she herself was on the verge of exploding.

“Al Banga.”

“It feels so stifling here, I think I might go mad.”

A word thrown out in such a state of mind.

-“I feel the call of the goddess.”

-“Could it be…! Have you received a revelation?!”

-“Yes. Before entering the academy, at a social gathering. I was told to look for my destined partner from afar.”

“…Hmm. Time is running short. This old man will go and have a talk.”

It’s unknown whether the Pope believed this.

But the reason he exploited the saint’s authority and even forced issues, despite knowing him, was simple.

“Staying here is a waste of time.”

Faith doesn’t put food on the table.

What use is posture correction, speech training, or bible study?

What matters are the relics, and growth.

Moreover, to fulfill a small desire.

Without hesitation, she left the holy place.

But now that she thinks about it, it was a series of truly dizzying moments.

Rene clenched her fist as she reminisced about that time.

“I was almost bitten.”

It was clear that the goddess did not wish for her happiness.

The saint’s brow furrowed deeply with indignation.

Beneath the flowing melody, a man approached with a graceful gesture, offering his hand.

“Lady, would you like to dance?”

A dance invitation received at the social gathering.

In that romantic moment, Rene’s heart thumped.

Though he wore a mask, how could she not recognize who he was?

Being the main male lead of the game, and by his distinctively blue royal hair alone, it was obvious who he was.

But even in the presence of the crown prince, Rene’s attention was elsewhere.

…Of course, she had to be angry.

Glancing to the side, the chilling glare that seemed murderous flashed.

Even though it was somewhat concealed by a mask and fan, the hostility was palpable, and her throat felt parched.

-Saint, I have been patient, enduring time and again. Even if the crown prince does not look my way, the covenant with the family is firm. However, your audacity crosses the line.

Monitored from beyond.

The awe felt when seeing it in person made her spine chill.

-The position will soon be taken anyway, using that authority is not bad. It’s a duel. As the student council vice president, no, as the prospective president, I challenge Rene to a disciplinary duel.

[MID-BOSS]

[Luciana Speda]

A boss battle unfolds along with a cutscene of a dropped white glove.

She must never become an absolute enemy.

Awakened from her reminiscences of the social gatherings, Rene bit her lip, her face pale.

The mid-boss she had never beaten before.

Linked with the crown prince, or rather, Luciana turning dark just by the player gaining the prince’s attention.

But in a dating simulation game, following the main scenario, her turning evil was only a matter of time and an unavoidable disaster for everyone.

“No, let’s not become weak.”

Rene comforted herself.

Still.

Now that the game has become reality, there might be possibilities.

Of course, she had flatly rejected the crown prince’s dance invitation in front of everyone.

She also left the rumors about her uncorrected.

‘Rude and stupid commoner’

‘You can’t hide your origins.’

All these were reactions she had anticipated.

Even without the bishops’ prescriptive etiquette training, it was obvious how rude her actions were.

Especially when the counterpart was the crown prince, the second most powerful person in the country.

Surely, the crown prince being rejected by a commoner would be the talk of the town.

But what does she care?

Then and now.

‘I’m risking my life here!’

The game she had tried countless times.

Except for one success, Rene’s fate had always been recorded as a disastrous failure.

With a determination to survive no matter what, she clenched her fist firmly.

-Knock knock.

“Lady Saint? May I come in?”

Just as her spirits were high, like cold water poured over her.

A familiar voice came from beyond the door.

“Oparn? Yes, come in.”

“I apologize for visiting suddenly.”

“No worries.”

In the three seconds it took for the door to open, she had perfectly adjusted her attire and smiled warmly towards the table.

One of the original male lead candidates.

She was curious about what brought him to her, someone she had also been keeping an eye on.

“I have come to deliver some news to you, Lady Saint.”

He pulled a letter from his coat.

On the blue paper, a pattern of a sword and shield crossed.

“This, this is…?”

The sword and shield guarding the north.

How could she not recognize it?

“A member of the Speda family has asked me to mediate a meeting with you.”

She knew from rumors that Oparn, a commoner mercenary and a candidate for the male lead, was backed by the Speda family.

There had been times when she suspected Oparn might also be a possessed character since this was not known in the game…

But that wasn’t important now.

The Ducal House of Speda.

Rulers of the north, and the family of the mid-boss Luciana!

‘Could it be that they intend to reprimand me for what happened at the social gathering?’

A bolt out of the blue.

Her head started to ache with the complications.

“What will you do?”

“Ah! It’s a good opportunity. Thank you for arranging it. I will visit them soon.”

It actually worked out well.

‘This time, I’ll make it clear that I’m not interested in the crown prince.’

She wasn’t sure how they would take her proactive clarification.

But feeling that it was better than doing nothing, Rene suppressed her trembling and took care of the letter.

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“So, can you tell me what your scheme is? I have no doubt that you will handle it well, but I am very curious about the method.”

Satisfying the lord’s curiosity is indeed the duty of a subordinate.

“Righteousness is easier to draw upon in a greater conflict than in a petty quarrel.”

“A greater conflict?”

“In short, I’m talking about making a big move.”

Those creatures band together to check the northerners?

Then, similarly, if those who agree with us counterattack together, that will be sufficient.

“Ah, indeed. Forming a coalition against them is a good idea.”

“Exactly.”

And the most fitting person for the leadership position is naturally only one person—beautiful, mighty, and of high authority.

“The leader is the face of the group, and an insult to the group is an insult to the leader. By using this as a pretext for a duel, they will be helpless.”

“My kin, but truly a terrifying strategy.”

Bathory added a remark from the shadows.

“The despicable Levains did the same. They behaved arrogantly first and then swarmed in causing trouble.”

“Ah, you got seriously tricked by the Levain side. It’s a tactic often used by overwhelming forces or power brokers. They deliberately show weakness or a reason for dispute, and then use it as a pretext to swallow everything up.”

His teeth gnashed together as if his jaw would shatter from the tension.

“If I had made you my kin earlier, I wouldn’t have been unknowingly harmed. It’s regrettable.”

She clutched the sleeve of my arm tightly.

As if she would never let go of an opportunity caught in a foreign land, her gesture was desperately earnest, almost invoking sympathy.

“Let go right now.”

The touch was frozen by Luciana’s icy voice.

“Who decided he’s your kin? Don’t drag my exclusive servant into your world. How dare you, a demon.”

“…Descendant of the warrior. It’s not your place to interfere. This is Hans’s decision alone, and I am just following it.”

But today, Bathory did not back down either.

She exuded a dignified spirit, even in a maid’s attire.

The look in her eyes was clearly mocking.

“She doesn’t even know you’re from Evildon, yet she babble on as if you’ll be by her side forever,” she whispered so that only I could hear.

But her attitude already revealed her true thoughts.

“And what if you get fired?”

The two continued their silent battle.

Honestly, getting involved in their fight would just be like a shrimp getting crushed in a fight between whales.

So there was only one answer.

“Since you both seem to have different opinions, I will excuse myself. There is much to prepare for the completion of the great plan.”

Now was the perfect time to leave, as they were both too busy with their own disputes.

“Both of you seem busy. Then, I’ll go spend some quality time with my fiancée.”

“What?”

“You, just now, didn’t you mention the completion of the great plan? Where is the time for that?”

Luciana looked at me with a cold expression.

Bathory could not hide her confusion.

I just smiled silently at them.

Imagination is free.

It seemed I had successfully diffused the tense atmosphere just before it erupted.

Of course.

I really did have to meet my actual fiancée.

“Well then.”

As the argument ceased, I turned my back on the women staring blankly at me.

Elizabeth was not only my fiancée but also a devoted follower of Luciana and a good business partner.

“What should I do?”

She was nervously biting her nails.

“Lady Elizabeth?”

“You startled me! How did you get in here?”

“I guess you forgot I’m the successor to the empire’s greatest thief. There was no answer, so I just came in.”

Elizabeth looked at him with a lost expression.

“How can I wait indefinitely when the matter is urgent?”

“I’m sorry, but I can’t afford to wait. You’ve felt the current atmosphere, too. They’re unusually rejecting those from the North, even the noble Baltreion.”

Elizabeth’s expression turned very serious again as she bowed her head and murmured to herself.

Indeed, a significant political acumen.

She intuitively sensed the crisis just from the atmosphere, despite the lack of information.

“Are the central nobles being territorial? No, that can’t be it. Then the nobles from the south or east wouldn’t be this united. Is it the noble faction? But then, Baltreion’s involvement doesn’t make sense…?”

I quickly grabbed her arm as she tried to bring her nails to her mouth again.

“That’s a bad habit. Doesn’t it damage your nails? Maintain the dignity befitting a noble lady.”

“What does it matter? If I handle this wrong, it could even affect Lucy. No, it most likely will. I focus better this way, let me be.”

Elizabeth snapped back.

Given her much harsher than usual response, it seemed difficult to dissuade her until she found a solution to the current situation.

“If you are indeed a servant of Lucy, instead of trying to stop me, try figuring out what’s happening.”

“I have already identified all the key players involved.”

She paused.

Elizabeth halted all her movements, her arm, which was moving towards her mouth, included.

“Of course, Lady Luciana is also aware and is contemplating solutions. So, there’s no need for you to agonize over this alone.”

“Then tell me quickly!”

Ah, that sensitive reaction!

Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment!

It was undoubtedly enjoyable to see the stark difference between her serious and her breaking moments, much like Bathory.

“First, look at this.”

“A dove emblem? They dare show their teeth to Lucy?”

As expected of Elizabeth, who had been interacting with nobles from a young age, she immediately understood the current situation just by noticing a small detail on the envelope.

Her face soured as soon as she saw the contents.

“…What should I do?”

She was incredibly intelligent.

Just from a glance at the letter, she discerned all the facts and figured out what her role should be.

“Are you asking me? Surely, you’ve already derived a few solutions yourself.”

“That may be true. But at the end of the day, could it be compared to the deep and cunning plots of a demon who has lived for hundreds of years? Everything is planned, isn’t it? Give me a hint, I’ll learn from it.”

If she indeed wanted to see the correct answers.

Then, I showed her my blueprint directly.

“Only you, Lady Elizabeth, can do this task.”

“Me?”

“Yes. Only you, having expanded your social network through numerous social gatherings, can do this.”

To expand influence, one needs members.

“Please unite the nobles from the north and west.”

The north, like Luciana, is isolated, and the west, predominantly loyal to the emperor, has been marginalized in the alliance.

They needed to be gathered to bulk up the force.

Unfortunately, Luciana was not very sociable.

And I, being from a lower noble background, did not have the extensive connections suitable for this role.

At least within Luciana’s forces.

Elizabeth, who had consistently interacted with other nobles, was the right fit.

“Alright. First, I need to arrange a meeting with Lady Roberk.”

“I didn’t know you had become so close to Camilla.”

When we raided the thieves’ guild, they seemed to bicker with each other.

Still, it’s good for me if the allies are getting along well.

“Hehe, I trust you.”

‘But it’s better to offer some encouragement.’

It’s for Luciana’s sake.

Like me, Elizabeth, who is devoted to her, would not take this task lightly.

“I will also speak specially to Lady Luciana. I’ll tell her that you’ve been a great help!”

Sweet rewards soon become a powerful motivation.

This was confirmed once again through Elizabeth, who now turned her head back towards me with sparkling eyes.

“I’ll manage! I can bring about better results than you think. Considering how Baltreion has been treated, the nobility from the north could be swayed to our side.”

“Are you talking about Sir Dmitri Baltreion? I’m not sure it’s possible. Based on previous incidents, he seemed to hate Lady Luciana.”

The gentleman who was deceitful and had thoroughly deceived by me.

Would he genuinely cooperate?

Whether at a social gathering or in his own residence.

Even in the original work.

Having seen his twisted sense of inferiority towards Luciana with my own eyes, I was skeptical.

But then,

“Hmm. It seems you also haven’t read his emotions correctly? Well, he is a complex character.”

“…What?”

“No, just trust and leave it to me.”

Rarely, Elizabeth turned towards me with a provocative smile.

“Shall we make a bet then? If I manage to recruit him, you’ll grant me a wish. Otherwise, it’s the opposite, like last time.”

Hmm, not a bad idea.

This would also serve as entertainment and provide her with additional motivation.

“Ha ha ha! A bet on reading emotions! Miss Elizabeth, stepping into a clearly losing battle is not like you!”

“Hehe, well, we shall see who has the last laugh, won’t we?”

Even if by some chance she manages to recruit Baltreion, it wouldn’t be a problem.

‘It’s just a verbal promise.’

If it’s an excessive wish, I can just feign ignorance.

If she successfully brings in Count Baltreion, it would actually enhance our faction’s strength, which is a good outcome.

“I’ll take my leave then.”

“Oh, leaving so soon? …How about a cup of tea before you go?”

“As much as I regret missing time with my fiancée, you know as well as I do, we are still short in numbers.”

Even if she successfully unites the nobles from the west and north, they have gathered nobles from the central, eastern, and southern regions.

What good would it be to fall short in numbers?

If the aim is to push through with a strong justification, we must thoroughly overwhelm them in numbers.

Elizabeth looked at me with wide eyes, then with sparkling eyes.

“That’s true. Don’t tell me, you also have connections in the east and south?”

“How could that be? I’ve never even been there in my life. That’s not what I’m aiming for.”

Academy’s first principle:

Here, social status matters not.

“Surely, the commoners?”

“If it’s for my goal, there’s nothing I can’t do. I must go now. For the completion of the great plan.”

***

To be honest, I was hopeful.

No, beyond hopeful—I was certain.

And why wouldn’t I be? My connections include none other than Oparn.

As befits his noble lineage as a prince of the Gargoyle race, it’s almost shameful to compare him with other NPCs given his impressive specifications.

In the original work, he was reliable enough to take on the vanguard, and in the coliseum, he defeated Georg and won the championship with his excellent swordsmanship.

With his charisma, he should have easily won over the commoners, having more than enough charm to spare. I had been coaching him continuously, so I expected that by now he would have taken control of this dormitory.

“Sorry, brother!”

But here he was, unable to raise his head in front of me, admitting his failure—a scenario far beyond my expectations.

“I haven’t even said anything since I arrived.”

“……”

“Why? Was it so difficult to sway mere human commoners?”

Despite my reproach, he remained silent, as if accepting responsibility.

It wasn’t entirely fair to blame him though. Commoners aren’t just one or two individuals. Considering mercenaries and adventurers, with their varying personalities and backgrounds, truly commanding their respect and allegiance would indeed require substantial charisma—a difficult task indeed.

‘But you’re a candidate for the male lead!’

Shouldn’t you be able to handle this with ease?

“I’m sorry. I failed to meet your expectations.”

“…Are the people at this dormitory particularly difficult? Being mercenaries and adventurers, they would normally be more inclined to respect strength.”

“It’s embarrassing to say as an excuse, but the saintess made her move first.”

“…What?”

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[Hello, Sir Luke Daimon of the Daimon Ducal Family.]

[To a member of the Ducal Family, our tea party might seem somewhat lacking.]

[However, the meaningful conversations we will share here will surely be to your liking.]

Elegant handwriting races across the soft paper.

Truly, should one say a noble of political science?

As a servant to high nobility, I have seen many correspondences, but this one is a step above those I’ve encountered.

The letters, aligned like soldiers in rows of five and ten, maintain perfect spacing.

A style that humbles oneself while elevating the other, yet subtly reveals its cunning by embedding a proposal within flowery language.

I almost admired the beautiful script unwittingly.

If only the content was not aimed at targeting us.

Cutting through the nobly verbose flourishes, the message was simple: Check and isolate the top-ranking academy students from northern families and commoners.

[…]

[Since you, Sir Daimon, are also among the top ranks, you might be interested in the position of student council president. Please consider it positively and attend.]

-Flutter…

Luciana’s hand, holding the purple-dyed letter, trembled with anger.

“So, this is the evidence.”

“It’s directly from Luke Daimon. The dove emblem of the Caspera Count’s family is surely on the wax seal of the letter.”

“I never dreamed that such cowardly schemes were being played behind the scenes.”

If Riu had heard, she would have laughed in highest praise.

‘Admit it, it was cleverly done.’

Ignoring the obvious targeting, the strategy itself was highly strategic.

Student Council President.

A position allowed only to the student who ranks first in academic performance for the year, the student council president’s role, as a mark of honor, will long be remembered among peers even after graduation.

And it’s not just a ceremonial title.

At the academy, beyond merely teaching, the president influences student welfare, budget allocations, choice of assignments, and disciplinary procedures.

A position of absolute power within the academy.

It was none other than the position of the student council president.

‘Using it as bait to attract nobles from other regions.’

She carefully reviewed the contents of the letter again.

[Of course, I believe that Sir Daimon is more suited for the position than the current leader.]

[If a noble like you were to take on the role of student council president, it would be most favorable for us.]

[I trust that a descendant of the Golden Blood would not consider conceding the position of student council president to her, a member of the Emperor’s faction.]

The phrases, skillfully scratching at the other’s desires and pride, made the dream of becoming the student council president flicker before the reader’s eyes.

Likely, similar contents were written in the letters sent to other nobles as well.

Student Council President.

A glory that only one student per cohort can hold.

Knowing it was a trap yet still engaging.

Indeed, worthy of a scion who had climbed to a count’s position in the central political region.

‘However, indiscriminately scattering invitations to the tea party without regard for the audience. They should have been prepared to be caught.’

Especially since it was the Daimon Ducal Family.

After all, would Riu know?

Luke only poked his head in when the win was certain, and otherwise, he just looked out for his own benefits.

Even if he was a noble, he wouldn’t join a plan with high risks of antagonizing an entire region.

Then.

“Caspera lady. It must be the younger sister. I wonder if she could still come forth like this even with a sword at her neck?”

In her hand, now gripping her beloved sword, Luciana had thrown the letter to the floor.

The deeply furrowed brow between her eyes seemed intent on settling this through a duel, as in the original work.

“Please, calm your anger for a moment.”

“How can you ask me to endure this behavior that mocks our family and the North?”

“The grounds for demanding a duel are too weak.”

-You’re just a barbarian chieftain posing as a duke, boasting with the Speda family name, truly.

“…Are you done talking? Lady Caspera has thoroughly trampled respect and honor into the ground.”

In the original story, it was permissible.

Lauera had crossed the line first with her disrespect, providing more than enough grounds for action.

Especially since they were the antagonists tormenting the player character.

It had been easy to involve Riu and smoothly send them off with expulsion procedures.

(Planned mid-boss) Luciana leading the charge against the leader of the nobles, and the player either watching or intervening to gain the favor of other nobles was how the episode was supposed to go.

But, the situation was slightly different now.

“They’ve made their word choices carefully to leave an escape route.”

“…A loophole?”

“Yes. By not specifying any particular family but only mentioning the North and the student council president.”

What if she burst in here angrily?

It was predictable.

-The letter was written in a way that could be misunderstood. As just a student at the academy, I was merely focused on my studies and aiming for an honorable position through fair competition. I offer my sincere regrets, Lady Speda.

Might she slip away like an eel in this manner?

“Fine,” Luciana sighed shallowly, her anger coldly subsiding.

“However, my patience is not that great. Rather than enduring humiliation due to such petty squabbles, it is better to confront them boldly and prove my honor.”

…The honor of the North and the family are both Luciana’s symbols and her shackles.

This was clearly evident even now.

Such skirmishes are common among nobility.

“So, before my patience runs out, present an alternative.”

“…What?”

“Do not make me repeat myself. I am already holding back.”

Her gaze was sharp with displeasure, yet firm.

She had grown.

‘She has clearly realized since the last social gathering and her education.’

She should not be too patient just because the opponent is a crown prince.

Nor should she be too hasty just because the opponent is of lower nobility.

Sometimes, she must boldly express her feelings.

And sometimes, she must wait and take advantage of the situation.

Luciana’s first steps in politics were indeed a source of pride.

“By alternative, do you mean how else to deal with them besides a duel?”

“Exactly. I am not well-versed in this area, so I seek your wisdom.”

Luciana’s trusting eyes were filled with faith.

How could I let down her expectations?

I nodded and replied immediately.

“There are low, middle, and best strategies. Which would you like to hear first?”

“Just to clarify, does a duel also include your solutions?”

“Of course.”

Seeing my nod, Luciana smirked with a slight smile.

“Let’s start with the lowest strategy. I think I know what it might be, but go ahead.”

“The lowest strategy is to do nothing and wait.”

Perhaps because it was not the answer she expected, Luciana’s head tilted slightly.

“Unexpectedly, are you saying a duel is not the lowest strategy?”

“Yes. In fact, a duel could be considered the best strategy.”

Suppressing a grin, I casually continued to Luciana, who was eagerly waiting for my response.

“In fact, it could be considered the best strategy.”

I slowly reviewed the current situation.

Luciana, originating from the North, holds the first rank, while the second rank is occupied by a commoner saint.

In third place is essentially an ally from the North—myself.

The power structure that Riu is trying to create seems to be gathering those ambitious for the student council president position to counter us.

Taking control from that center, while consolidating power and even attempting to restore the fallen stature of herself and her family.

However, she overlooked one fact.

“The position of student council president is granted to only one person. As long as that is the goal, just sitting still will eventually lead to their own downfall as they turn on each other.”

And above all, who could possibly take Luciana’s leading position, shining brightly with her talent?

Eventually, they would realize the impossibility and fall apart—a sequence set in stone.

What happens after becoming the student council president?

Then, she could simply judge them with that absolute power.

“Hmm. I see. Then why should we act at all? According to you, sitting back and being patient is the right course.”

“How could a servant leave their master’s troubled heart unattended?”

Luciana blinked in bewilderment at my response.

She retorted with a tone of disbelief.

“Enough with the jokes. I am seeking your advice to improve the situation, am I not? You can disregard my feelings.”

“Really? And that’s not all. Interference in group lessons, the stigma of having thrown honor to the dirt, the perception of other nobles about the North… If we just sit patiently, we stand to lose a lot.”

Even if their downfall is inevitable.

If we just silently endure their mockery disguised as challenges, immediate losses would be unavoidable.

That’s why swift follow-up actions were necessary.

Pointing this out, a fierce aura spread quickly around Luciana.

“That is welcome news to hear.”

She looked ready to burst out and storm down to the Caspera sisters’ room on the floor below.

I quickly blocked the door with my body.

“However, a duel is too extreme. It should only go as far as questioning them about the letter. After all, that’s all that has happened so far.”

That was the middle strategy.

Verbally reprimanding them in public to weaken their power and minimize our damage.

A soft tsk of disapproval could be heard.

“Just a moment ago, you said there wasn’t enough justification for a duel. Calling it extreme and blocking my way. And now you say a duel is the best strategy? What exactly are you trying to say?”

“Lady Luciana. Justification can be created if needed.”

“…What?”

To Luciana, still pursuing a style of pure struggle.

I whispered the dirty tactics of the nobility.

Her blue eyes fluttered, then filled resolutely with determination.

I, too, lifted the corners of my mouth, facing her.

Riu Caspera.

You’ve tangled with the wrong person.

‘Do you think I haven’t done this kind of thing before?’

Already often challenged by nobles because she was of commoner origin, the saint.

In this game, where a single choice can sway your reputation, I’ve seen the ending.

Daring to play a game using Luciana’s position as the top student!

‘I’ll just use that petty trick against them.’

“Hans, your expression is somewhat mischievous.”

“Well, isn’t it pitiful? They don’t even know what’s coming and are causing such a fuss.”

“Seeing how confident you are, I guess I can look forward to it.”

For once, our hearts agreed, and we, master and servant, shared a laugh without either starting.

***

“Riu, are you sure you’re okay? Aren’t you pushing yourself too hard…?”

“It’s fine. Don’t worry too much, Laura. It was something that had to be done anyway.”

A head complaining of fatigue. Pressing the temples barely managed to calm it down.

Internally, it was thought that the barbarians from the North were lucky to have reached the top position due to talent. That the commoners managed to secure their place in Class A was seen as the result of a fluke, aided by forming teams with some competent lower nobility.

‘It was all my misconception.’

Why hadn’t she noticed?

She had heard repeatedly from those around her that the academy was strictly merit-based.

Riu’s gaze still rested on her throbbing wrist.

-Academy’s first principle: There is no distinction of status here.

A voice of terror echoing harshly in her ears.

It wasn’t just the oppression by force that was causing anxiety.

… Titles like count or whatever mean nothing.

The name of the count’s family, which had always made her special, was crumbling, and now being threatened by a mere third son of a baronial family terrified her.

Being dragged down was not even difficult.

Barons, viscounts.

Even commoners could be stepping over them at any moment.

Not even once.

A humiliating future she had never imagined.

“Argh! To underestimate me!”

-Bang!

Her frustration became a fist that slammed down on the desk.

‘No, maybe it’s not frustration…?’

Perhaps it was a defense mechanism to avoid showing her anxiety.

Grinding her teeth, the girl lifted her head.

“Riu!”

“I’m fine. More importantly, how has the recruitment of the ducal family’s offspring gone?”

Naturally excluding Luciana Speda from the North, and also Camilla Roberk, who Hans Byron had mentioned.

It was crucial whether the Daimon from the South and Treha from the East had responded to her letters.

“Neither has replied.”

“…Tsk. I thought they’d support us, being nobility and also coveting the position of student council president.”

It couldn’t be helped.

Building power and then accepting their joining later was something to consider.

For now, checking the power of the North and the commoners was the priority.

“Riu, your gaze is frightening. You’re not thinking of anything strange, are you?”

“Laura, stop nagging and focus on your training. You’ve seen it yourself. Even if a young scion of a baronial family steps out without knowing his place, there’s nothing we can do about it.”

Her constant whining only made it harder to tolerate her physically strong but mentally slow sister, and she snapped at her.

Even as she saw her sister’s eyes widen in shock, her anger didn’t subside.

Power.

That which is represented by grades was still the absolute standard in this academy.

“Why would you talk like that?! You have no manners towards your sister!”

Angered by her own sharp words, Laura was not just going to stand there either.

However.

Watching her, Riu was able to calm her mind quickly.

It was a conversation her opponent couldn’t even understand to begin with.

She felt a pang of pity watching her still not grasping the situation, raising her voice frantically.

Right.

Now was not the time.

Moving to control the situation was already overdue.

Moreover, ‘I can’t tell Laura about the next step, nor can I entrust it to her.’

Her hot-tempered nature and loose lips were sure to cause trouble.

To expedite action, the best course now was to appease and send her away.

“Fine. I’m sorry. Please, leave me to focus on my work.”

“Hmph! Do whatever you want!”

After sending the disruptor out of the room, she slowly revisited her objectives.

“I can’t openly sabotage Speda yet.”

Even rotten, still a ducal family.

Without proper preparation, confronting her directly would mean facing all the northern nobles who follow her.

Right. Even among the northern forces, there’s someone manageable, isn’t there?

A sharp murderous intent glinted in Riu’s eyes.

His background was merely that of a baronial family, which meant no complications,

A student influencing both the commoners and the north.

And the thug who had grabbed her wrist, confronting her with the cold reality.

“Hans Byron…!”

The loyal dog of Speda.

Even his influence contested the top ranks within the golden cohort.

To weaken the opposing forces, he had to be eliminated at all costs.

If necessary, by employing drastic measures.

Then.

A document scattered on the desk caught her eye.

[Riki Circleia]

[Offspring of the Circleia Count family and heir to the Mage Tower]

The document, carelessly thrown by Laura, listed those who had responded to her letters and was now in Riu’s hands.

“Perfect timing. Just the reinforcements I need.”

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