Apparently, Her Highness Princess wants to keep her relationship with me a secret (what does she even mean by 'her relationship with me'?) - 2-3

2-3

The world I was born into, is at the very least, much more dangerous than my previous life in Japan.

If you wander outside human-controlled areas, you’ll encounter strange monsters. Even the crime rates are also far higher compared to peaceful Japan.

And above all, every person is born with a unique magic ability.

“Sphyn! Today’s the day you have to finally take the breath of life out of Orgot!”

Sphyn Tradola.

A second son of an earl’s family—a fairly average background for Westminster Academy. His neatly styled red hair is, without a doubt, was probably done to impress Princess Emma.

“Orgot! You’ve survived until now with that worthless magic trait of enhanced vision, but your undefeated streak ends today with me!”

Sphyn, the classmate who got partnered against me, snaps his fingers in front of me.

“Fire.”

Flames burst from his right palm.

“Fire—Engulf and Encant my right hand!”

A fiery serpent lashes toward me.

The Westminster Academy I attend

Westminster Academy is indeed the nation’s top school, and it’s also the only one among the four noble academies where killing your classmates in training is permitted.

• • • • • • • • Shrewsbury School – The academy of courage.

• • • • • • • • Westminster Academy – The academy of strength.

• • • • • • • • Buckswood Academy – The academy of knowledge.

Lastly, Riddlesworth Hall

“Don’t run, Orgot! Where’s your Westminster pride?!”

Don’t ask for such a stupid thing. Why would I face a fire snake attack head-on?

Given my magic ability—enhanced vision. I have no choice but to use it to survive in this insane school.

“Sphyn! You are being watched by Princess Emma! Show her your Westminster’s pride!”

Cheer erupts. As she enters the gymnasium.

Emma Satie Ronan. Surrounded by Select Westminster’s highest-ranked students.

Sphyn’s magic surges in intensity.

“Fire—Engulf both hands!”

Emma watches us with sorrowful eyes.

Well of course. Some from the royal factions oppose Westminster’s deathmatch combat training, and Princess Emma is among them, if I remember correctly.

Even though actual deaths are rare in actual combat, Still, the school’s tradition of student battles has been criticized as outdated.

“Orgot, Just where are you looking!”

Sphyn’s magic attacks become reckless. To be honest, there are plenty of opportunities for me to win easily. But if I do—what happens to his standing?

“…That’s –no good at all.”

I stop moving.

Sphyn flames surge toward me and engulf me. If a Baron’s son like me defeats an Earl’s son in front of Princess Emma, what does that mean in Westminster?

“Sphyn! Right now! Finish him!”

But the expected tragedy my classmates wanted to see, never takes place in reality.

“Fire.”

Because, just before the flames consume me, Sphyn halts his spell.

For a moment, silence fills the gymnasium, broken only by the instructor’s voice.

“Winner—Sphyn Tradola! The loser must forever be grateful for the victor’s mercy!”

The reason why I, the son of a Baron, managed to survive here at Westminster till now, is simple.

I’m just simply strong.

In an academy that values strength above all, I’ve been allowed to stay only because I kept winning these combat classes up until now. People may hate me, but they respect the skill that I showcase.

“Sphyn! You did it! I still can’t believe you actually beat that Orgot!”

To them, it must have looked like a miracle.

However, Sphyn knows more than anyone else. If he had continued, I would have countered and won, as the usual pattern goes. After all, there was no way Sphyn’s magic could actually ever even touch me.

Loser is to exit the Gym, while the winner gets encircled by their friends in waiting.

Harold watching my battle from outside looked angry. If it’s him, I guess he already knows, the fact that I held back a lot.

“That damn, Orgot…you lowly, did you… had pity on me…?”

As we pass, Sphyn grabs my shoulder.

He continued to glare me with a low groaning voice,

“Your abilities and strengths… You held it all back…”

“No such thing.”

“This idiot… The only reason you passed to year two, was because you never lost in combat… The fact that you lost to me right now, you know more than anyone else, what future holds next for you”

His grip tightens up.

Yeah. That’s how it is.

Barons like Harold and me face harsher promotion requirements. Until now, my perfect combat record ensured I advanced to next year without fail.

Now that I’ve lost to Sphyn, now I’ll need to excel in other subjects without negligence.

“…Orgot, later I’ll have my servants send you six months’ worth of past exam papers. …..Consider it even with this, got it…?”

Sphyn, glaring at me with bloodshot eyes, words out something oddly cute.

“Yeah, that would be fine by me.”

I accept immediately.

Good, good. Now Sphyn owes me enough to not hold his head high against me.

This was how I’ve survived in the Westminster Academy.