Chapter 85. It's My First Time With Royalty (3)

The next day.

“Sword's coming down. Focus, focus.”

“Uuuuuuuuh…”

Today too, Matthew was caught by Patrick and undergoing hellish training.

He held a sword in the Horse Stance, and heavy weights were hung all over the sword.

In that state, Patrick was lazily lying on his side, watching over Matthew's posture.

“Pay attention to your center. The sword feels heavy because you're only using your arm strength. Try to hold it while being mindful of your whole body's balance. It's not heavy at all, is it.”

“Uuuuuuuuh…”

Matthew tried with all his might to put Patrick's words into practice.

He put strength into his lower body and, being mindful of the core muscles that rose from his lower body, desperately maintained the weight.

Seeing Matthew training, drenched in sweat, the other first-years said.

“Tsk tsk tsk, it's really pitiful now.”

“I know, right.”

“I don't know why he's doing that meaningless training.”

From the other first-years' perspective, the training Patrick was making Matthew do seemed like nothing more than simple bullying.

Shouldn't a knight swing a sword to improve their swordsmanship proficiency or focus on Aura Blessing to increase their aura amount?

Strength training?

Their common sense was that such a thing was an ignorant training method that only soldiers who couldn't use Aura Blessing would do.

“Leave them be. He wants to do it himself.”

“True, and the professors aren't intervening either.”

While the first-years were talking like that, one person walked steadily towards Patrick and Matthew.

Usually, when these two were training, no one approached them, but this time, there was someone approaching with unhesitating steps.

“Patrick Schneider.”

“Huh? …What brings you here? Princess.”

It was none other than Isabella.

As Patrick sat up from his slouched position and spoke, Isabella said.

“Senior.”

“…What is?”

“Inside the Academy, you should call me Senior, not Princess.”

“Ah, really? I didn't know.”

“……”

“So what's the matter? Senior?”

To Patrick's question, Isabella said.

“I want to have a duel again.”

“A duel?”

“Yes. Because…”

“No.”

Patrick cut off Isabella's words as if there was nothing more to hear.

Then he lay down on his side again, propping his head up with his arm, and said.

“If you've said what you have to say, please leave. Hey, your posture. The sword is coming down. If it goes down any further, your life will go down with it.”

“Uwaaaaaaaah…”

Matthew, feeling the sense of crisis that ‘that guy might actually do it,’ lifted the sword with all his might.

His whole body was trembling, but he didn't give up until the end.

Seeing that, Isabella was momentarily impressed, thinking it was great grit.

But the problem right now was not him, but Patrick.

“Patrick Schneider.”

“What?”

“Fight me.”

“No.”

“…Please.”

“No.”

“What if I command you in the name of the royalty?”

“Didn't you say you're a senior, not a princess, inside the Academy?”

“……”

For a moment, Isabella regretted teaching him that.

Seeing Patrick not even looking her way while they were talking, Isabella began to ponder how she could persuade this junior.

“I earnestly ask you. Please have a duel with me.”

“I said no.”

“I beg you. Please grant this lacking me your teachings.”

“Go to the professors. Why are you asking a junior about that?”

“Don't be like that…”

Isabella repeatedly pleaded, and Patrick curtly refused as if he was annoyed.

And the other first-years were utterly shocked by the sight of these two.

“What… what is happening right now?”

“Is this a dream?”

“If it's a dream, it must be a nightmare. My goodness, that Princess Isabella…”

To the first-years, Isabella was an object of admiration and envy.

Her beautiful appearance and cool charisma.

Her skill, enough to be the top student among the third-years, and her status as the kingdom's princess.

Even within the Academy, where the upper class of the kingdom mainly gathered, she was a presence that shone even brighter.

There probably wasn't a single first-year who hadn't imagined a sweet romance with her in their fantasies. Such a person was…

“Please, I beg you. Just once is fine.”

“Ah, I said no. You think I don't know that one time becomes two times, and then three times.”

“Don't be like that…”

“I won't. I said I won't. Please go over there.”

She was earnestly begging Patrick.

To top it off, Patrick was refusing, saying it was annoying.

“That guy, wallowing in happiness…”

“Wow, that's really too much. Too much.”

“Why would the Princess… to a guy like that…”

The other first-years looked at Patrick with eyes full of jealousy and envy.

If they were in Patrick's position, they would have granted whatever Princess Isabella wanted.

But what was this?

That curt and even rude attitude…

“Damn bastard.”

“May you choke on your food.”

“May you get hit by bird droppings on the street.”

“May you be impotent on your first night.”

That day, Patrick made enemies of most of the first-year students.

“Tsk, like a leech…”

Patrick clicked his tongue and grumbled.

The reason Patrick was grumbling like this was Isabella, who had been tirelessly chasing him recently, requesting a rematch.

She was so persistent and tenacious that she was no different from a leech.

“Tsk, if I knew this would happen, I should have beaten her up soundly in the duel on the first day.”

If he had beaten her up to the point where she wouldn't even think about a rematch or anything, she wouldn't be clinging to him so persistently.

But what could he do?

She was royalty, after all, so he couldn't just make her a sacrifice for the Infinite Hell Chain Fist, could he?

‘No. Should I just go ahead and do it?’

To Patrick, who was contemplating such things, April said as she poured him tea.

“If she's too much of a nuisance, shall I take care of it?”

“You're more reckless than I thought.”

“……?”

Even Patrick had a sense of resistance to the act of beating up royalty.

But in April's case, she would have no hesitation at all, whether it was royalty or imperial family, for Patrick's sake.

“I'll tell you this for now, don't do it. If it was something that could be solved by beating her up, I would have done it long ago.”

“Understood.”

“Tsk, if I leave her be, she'll probably give up on her own. By the way, if you have time, run an errand for me.”

“Please speak, Young Master.”

“Go to Red and check if the silk from the fiefdom is finished, and if there's anything completed, even a sample, tell him to bring it.”

“Yes. Understood.”

‘It's not an easy task. But somehow, I feel like Mother would have managed it.’

Soon, there would be a grade evaluation test.

After that test, Matthew said he would be returning home for a while, and Patrick was planning to follow Matthew at that time.

There, he would meet Matthew's father and have a full-fledged business discussion.

‘No matter how good a product you make, if there's no way to sell it, it's just a lot of trouble.’

There was no doubt about the commercial value of silk.

As long as the product was made properly, it was a sufficiently competitive item.

However, Patrick also knew.

Making a good product was just the beginning, like taking the first baby steps in the stages of business.

What's the use of making a good product?

If the world doesn't recognize the value of that product, no one will pay money for it.

Especially in the case of a new product that is not in the existing market, it is no exaggeration to say that promoting the value of that product accounts for more than half.

And after promotion, a distribution network that can sell the product as widely as possible at a high price is also necessary.

‘In my past life, I suffered a lot because I didn't know that.’

In his past life, Patrick had succeeded in bringing a new medicinal ingredient called red ginseng from a distant eastern country.

But he couldn't sell that red ginseng properly and ended up suffering a huge loss instead.

Even though it was an excellent medicinal ingredient whose effects were recognized by the physicians of the Myriad Herb Gate, who were famous for their medical skills in Jianghu.

At that time, Patrick realized.

The idea of making money by vaguely selling a good product at a high price was a very naive thought.

Pies to the baker.

Business should be left to the merchants.

The Elbador Merchant Guild would be a flawless business partner.

“Huhuhu. Hehehehe…. Kekekekekeke…. Once this is solved, I'll be lying on a money cushion, no, a money bed. Khahahahahahaha!”

“There you are.”

“Whoa, you scared me!”

Patrick, who was in the middle of spreading his wings of happiness, was startled.

And Isabella, who had approached at some point, looked at Patrick and said.

“Duel with me.”

“Ah, I said no.”

“If you don't, I'll stick to you until you say you will.”

“Senior, are you some kind of leech? I said no, didn't I?”

“Just do it.”

“No. I won't.”

“Please, we did it once before, didn't we?”

“Ah, that was then. I don't want to now.”

“Don't be like that, do it. Just once.”

“You really don't listen!”

Patrick shot up and started to run away, and Isabella ran after him, begging him to do it.

And this scene was witnessed by numerous people at the Academy and gave rise to a very big misunderstanding.

“Hey, did you hear the rumor?”

“What rumor?”

“I heard that Princess Isabella from the third year of the Knight Faculty is passionately chasing a first-year?”

“Really?”

“Ah, I heard that too. They said she keeps chasing him, saying, ‘Do it. Do it.’”

“‘Do it’? Do what?”

“Well…. What could it be?”

In fact, a certain act that could easily happen between a young man and woman who had fallen for each other came to their minds. It did, but…

“Nah, no way.”

“It's Princess Isabella we're talking about.”

“Isn't she famous in the kingdom as the princess who's crazy about swords?”

“Right. Right.”

They tried to erase the possibility that came to their minds.

No matter what, they didn't want to think that Princess Isabella, who could be called the flower of the kingdom, had fallen for a local noble they had never even heard of and had crossed that line. But at that moment…

“Stop right there, Patrick.”

“You think I'll stop just because you say so?”

“Please just stop! I said let's do it just once.”

“You think I don't know that one time becomes two times, and then three times!?”

“Then just do it!”

“Ah, I said no!”

Patrick running away and Princess Isabella chasing after him, constantly begging, ‘Let's do it.’

The Academy students watched the scene with their mouths agape.

This scene, no matter how they thought about it…

“No way…. No way…?”

“Nah, but still…. Nah…. But still…”

“How can this be? The Princess…. That Princess Isabella…”

“The world is dead. Damn it.”

They became convinced of the rumor.

Having witnessed the scene with their own eyes, how could they deny it any longer?

And so, the rumor grew like a snowball and spread widely throughout the Academy.

Princess Isabella is passionately courting Patrick Schneider, a first-year transfer student.

The two are already in a deep relationship.

It is said that they intend to elope if the kingdom does not approve.

That's how rumors are, aren't they?

They spread quickly, but in the process, they inflate themselves and change their shape at will.

Into a more sensational form.

The rumor that spread like that eventually reached the level that there was a hidden child between Patrick and Isabella, and that rumor reached someone's ears.

CRACK!

“This bastard…. I was keeping my distance because we were playing hard to get, and he couldn't wait and had an affair?”

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