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Chapter 46: None of the above

(Really… What is wrong with that man!!! All of them, completely… Gulf, who is just a commoner, is still more of a gentleman!!!)

Michela heads towards the ring, fuming with anger.

With some half-hearted applause, he suddenly makes a rotten remark directed at me… Did he really receive an education as a noble!!! I want to shout, but first, it’s evident that Ishud hasn’t received any such education.

He also made a statement along the lines of, “It’s impossible for someone like me to behave like a gentleman on occasions like our first meeting or a date.”

As for Phillip… Given his status as the son of a duke, he received the appropriate education.

However, at some point, he deviated from that path. While it might be a bit exaggerated to say he went astray, Phillip’s indifference towards such matters, including how to interact with young ladies, makes one wonder if his past education has somehow disappeared.

Nevertheless, these two are exceptions among exceptions.

Even those who gossip behind Ishud’s back, calling him a barbaric savage or a wild barbarian, when faced with Michela… desperately try to please her, attempting to escort her.

(…That’s right. Regardless of Ishudo, if it’s Phillip… If we both advance, we’ll meet in the semi-finals. At that time, I’ll definitely cut him down!!!)

If Michela wins against her opponent in the second round and also secures victory in the third round… she will face Phillip in the fourth round.

To meet in the semi-finals, Phillip must first advance to the fourth round.

Michela is not a foolish girl who doesn’t understand such things.

The person, even if they were to become aware, would not admit it, but precisely because we have trained together until now… Unless confronted with a formidable opponent, it was arbitrarily assumed that they would naturally rise to the occasion.

“…………”

“Oh, your expression is scary, Michela-san.”

Upon entering the ring, Flura Stolle of rizard Academy, the opponent, pointed out with a smile, wrinkles forming on her forehead.

“My apologies. I was a bit irritated because things had been piling up.”

Perhaps finding it troublesome to hide or disguise, Michela did not conceal at all that she was feeling irritated.

Flura’s smiling face seemed to be puzzled by that unusual reaction.

“Um… Have you been going through quite challenging days recently… is that right?”

“Yes, indeed. It’s incredibly frustrating, but that’s correct.”

In their line of sight… the culprit, with the same nonchalant expression as before, was watching the two of them.

(Michela’s gravitational force is incredibly dangerous, but the gravitational force of the female students from Lizard Academy over there… it’s definitely not losing.)

More precisely, he was camouflaging with a nonchalant face, acting like a young man, but his consciousness was concentrated on two… more precisely, four gigantic stars.

“Could it be…Michela-san, are you concerned about the gentlemen you’ve recently become involved with?”

“…………Huh?”

Michela genuinely tilted her head in confusion.

I don’t understand… I can’t grasp the meaning of it. I’m trying to think about what Flura said again, but… I still don’t get it.

“I don’t understand. Why do you think that?”

“I heard recently that Michela-san has been unusually socializing with gentlemen, so I wondered if, perhaps… feelings of love have sprouted.”

“…………There’s absolutely no way.”

She managed to successfully swallow down the words “I will cut them down,” refraining from uttering them.

The image of him being from a barbaric tribe on the frontier had completely disappeared.

The strength he conveyed was not something that could be expressed by the term “barbaric.”

A rugged yet refined and menacing weapon.

It was not just about charging recklessly; his skill in verbal attacks was also exceptional.

However, it was rejected.

No matter how one thought about it… for one night, one week, one month… even one year, it could be confidently asserted that not even a hint of consideration would arise.

The frivolous heir of the carefree duke’s family.

Lineage, appearance… begrudgingly, even in terms of ability.

He meets the passing criteria in these three aspects.

If Philip’s personality hadn’t changed since he was a child… he might have become one of the few acknowledged heirs.

However… the current Philip is absolutely unimaginable.

Something caused a change… even if some aspects remain the same at the core?

There might be a part that thinks so, but from Michela’s perspective, the fundamental essence has completely changed.

Therefore, no matter what happens in the future and at what point, it is inconceivable to perceive Philip as such a subject.

Now, the last person… What about Gulf?

She doesn’t remember the faces of many commoners, but he is certainly not a bad person.

Regarding his abilities, precisely because they have trained together, Michela had a vague sense… that he would eventually excel.

However, no matter how hard he tries, a commoner is still a commoner.

While miracles do happen in the world, Gulf is a commoner, and Michela is the daughter of a duke.

In terms of social status, there is absolutely no connection between them.

Is he secretly harboring romantic feelings?

Not exactly.

While they have normal conversations these days, for Gulf, Michela is still the daughter of a duke.

Though they may now have a relationship that could be called friendship, there is a clear boundary in their interactions.

Michela feels that this is the perfect level of distance, and she has no desire for anything more to develop from there.

“Oh, really? I thought Michela-san had finally…”

“I haven’t encountered a good match yet. That’s all.”

With no intention of saying more, Michela stepped away and returned to the starting line.

“Well, well, I wanted to chat a bit more, but I suppose… after the match, after the fierce festival, we can take our time to talk.”

“I’ll tell you, there’s absolutely nothing to talk about.”

Michela somehow understood what Flura was expecting.

That’s precisely why Michela almost released her full murderous intent just before the start of the match.

Except for Gulf, the memories of getting involved with Ishud…with Philip, both of these instances marked the beginning of bitter memories.

“Is chatting over now? Alright then, avoid attacks that could lead to death. Get ready… begin!!!”

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