Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival-Chapter 115.2

Class division at this school was only to divide the number of students for group activities and to assign homeroom teachers to manage the group.

The first year was basic education, so students were divided into classrooms according to the number of students in each class, but from the second year onward, students were only required to take classes in their desired subject, so there was not much point in having a homeroom teacher.

As Elena’s escort, I, of course, was in the same class due to the school’s consideration.

Carla was in another class, and the strange girl I had seen at the entrance ceremony was also in another class. The boy who seemed to be the grandson of the temple head was also in a different class, so the school may have wanted to separate students who might cause problems as much as possible.

In class, Elena was surrounded by female students of middle-class nobility, smiling peacefully, but she did not want to take off her “mask” for the public.

Even the ladies seemed to hesitate to go any further, and when Elena and I were talking alone, there were times when they stared at us from a distance so as not to disturb us.

A month passed without any problems for us or (especially) Carla, and when a faint hint of spring could be felt, an announcement was made that an inspection of the knights’ exercise would be held for middle-class nobles and above.

The exercises would be held in a grassland area that was not part of any territory, located between the Central Royal Domain, where the Royal Capital was located, and the territory of the Marquis of Wonkar. The unobstructed sea breezes made it an unpleasant place for human settlements, but there were no complaints from anywhere about the training.

As would be expected, none of the female students wanted to go to a place without an inn, which would take them three days even by carriage to reach, so there were only a few students overall that participated.

The school suggested that the few female students should get together, but the idea was dropped when Carla agreed to join the tour.

*

On that day, when Elena, myself, two other female students, and a boy named Nathaniel, the grandson of the temple head, gathered to ride in the same carriage, Nathaniel, a boy who was shorter than me and even a little smaller than Elena, with a very feminine face, was a little unhappy when he found out that we were taller than he was.

“Hello, you are Miss Aria, right? I’d like to talk to you about a few things along the way, if that’s all right.”

“…Okay.”

As I was getting ready to leave at the meeting place, I was approached by a knight. Why me? It should not be public knowledge that I was her bodyguard, but where did they get this information from?

The young man, who claimed to be a squad leader of the 1st Squadron of the 2nd Knights, in charge of escorting the princess, accompanied me and a few knights who seemed to be his subordinates, to a building in the school that looked like a knight’s quarters.

“We are about to leave, so we don’t have much time, do we?”

“It won’t take much time. The second knight is helping to prepare the carriage that Her Royal Highness will be riding in, so I’m sure it will be fine.”

The young man and I face each other in the parlor-like area located in the reception room.

“Let me make you a cup of tea. We’ve got some good tea leaves from the Khalfaan Empire, and we boil it with sugar, when served locally. It has a peculiar taste, but once you get used to it, it’s delicious.”

“Aren’t we going to talk about the journey?”

I said this without showing any emotion, and he chuckled slightly.

“I’m sure Her Highness will allow you the luxury of enjoying a cup of tea. And excuse me for not telling you my name. My name is Joey. I, too, would like to hear the story of the youngest adventurer to join the prestigious “Rainbow Sword”.”

“Where did you hear about that?”

The young man who introduced himself as Joey stumbled over his words for a moment, wondering what I was suspicious of when he asked me, without changing his tone or intimidating me.

“…It was mentioned by His Royal Highness, the King’s brother. I was told that you are a great scout, and was even Rank 4.”

“I see.”

That man…leaking information would be a nuisance, just because of his poor position and leisure time.

Joey’s subordinates then brought me a cup of tea with a peculiar aroma, and after licking the rim of the recommended cup, I gently put it back on the table and squinted at him.

“So, when are we going to talk?”

“You’ve only just had your tea, haven’t you? Or should I have her prepare something light for your stomach?”

“Is that how they told you to keep me occupied?”

“What, you…”

My words brought a slight murderous reaction from Joey as he smiled, as if he had been told a joke, and I heard a faint rustle from outside the room. I lightly flick the cup with my fingertips, not caring about it.

“This ‘sleeping potion’ won’t work on me.”

At these words, with a bang, the door opened and Joey’s men rushed into the room.

Joey also drew his sword and stood in front of his men, pointing the tip of it at me as he stood up and smirking.

“So you’re poison-resistant…. I’ve been told not to kill anyone related to Her Highness the Princess as much as possible. Even if you are a rank 4, a scout couldn’t do much against a knight in this small space, could you? Please behave quietly and stay still.”

Compared to warriors and sorcerers of the same rank, scouts were considered lower in terms of combat. In fact, if a warrior and a scout were to fight head-to-head, the warrior would win with a high probability.

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“Are you after the princess?”

“We are knights of the noble faction. The princess is being “persuaded” to stand up as the new leader of our alliance. I hope you are well aware of this, but our people are already on their way to escort her…”

“You’re in my way.”

I took a step forward in mid-sentence and pierced Joey’s throat with the concealed weapon from my [shadow storage], and he crumpled to the floor, still unable to grasp the situation, spitting blood, not understanding how the black knife I pulled out was now stuck in his heart.