I Got Reincarnated as a Villainous Noble, and When I Tried to Create an All-Male Academy to Avoid a Bad Ending, for Some Reason the Gender Ratio Reversed? - Chapter 47

Chapter 47: That Thing Called a Fiancée

Before I even got to the classroom, the rumor already reached my ears.

Apparently, the crown prince totally lost it somewhere in the academy.

He barged into Marilyn’s classroom, grabbed her by force, and dragged her off somewhere.

“Huh? What was that just now?”

“The crown prince?”

“He looked seriously scary though.”

“By the way, isn’t Marilyn-san like…”

“Yeah, right? Totally, right?”

“But why would the crown prince drag her away?”

While I watched the stunned classroom, I asked Fran.

“Do you know where Marilyn is?”

“Yes. Right now it looks like the two of them are up on the rooftop. Apparently Marilyn-sama is desperately fighting back.”

“Got it.”

The moment I started running toward the stairs,

“Ol-sama, please go on ahead. I’ll tidy up the board a little and follow after you.”

“Understood.”

“Ol-sama, just one last thing.”

“!?”

Right as we were about to part, Fran pulled me back for a second, stole a quick kiss from my lips,

“Mmm…”

Then immediately pulled away and looked up at me with strong, determined eyes.

“I’ve overwritten it ahead of time. So no matter what you do from here on out, I’ll close my eyes to it. Even if Ol-sama acts like a total womanizer, I accept it.”

“…Fran.”

I kinda got what she was trying to say. She didn’t spell it out, but yeah, that’s probably it.

“I’m first. My first time is with me. No one’s overwriting that. Ever.”

“Yeah. Of course.”

“Then please go save Marilyn-sama. I’ll handle my part.”

“Count on me.”

We shared one last look, and then I left Fran behind.

I felt bad leaving her worried like that, but still, I sprinted full speed toward the rooftop.

When I got there, a guy and a girl were standing in the middle of it.

“Stop it. We’re nothing but strangers now.”

“Shut up!”

It was the crown prince and Marilyn.

They must’ve struggled pretty hard—her wig had come off and was lying on the ground.

Her beautiful light-blue hair was completely exposed now, and Marilyn looked desperate. She was frantically trying to wrench her hand free.

But the crown prince gripped her arm roughly and refused to let go no matter what.

“Strangers? Don’t screw with me. You’re mine. That’s been decided since way back!”

The crown prince had this twisted grin on his face. The exact expression you’d expect from a villain in a story.

Was the original me like this too?

I don’t know for sure, but probably something close. Because I’m the villain, after all.

“Stop it!”

“Struggling’s pointless! Don’t think this feeling’s gonna just disappear that easily. At the very least, I gotta taste your body once or I won’t be able to stand it!”

“No!!”

This was the absolute worst. Looked like the crown prince was just following his instincts now. I wanted to rescue her right that second, but I couldn’t pick that option.

What happens if I attack the crown prince head-on?

—Execution.

Answer’s obvious.

Doesn’t matter if I’m from a marquis house. The moment I raise a hand against the crown prince, it’s over. I’d get executed just like in the original story.

So I needed a different way to save her.

“Let go of her hand.”

I took one step forward and spoke in a low, intimidating voice.

“…Huh?”

The crown prince turned around, clearly annoyed.

The second he saw me standing there, his face changed.

“You bastard!!”

“I said let go of her hand.”

“Don’t screw with me! Outsiders can piss off! You damn womanizer!”

“Pfft—hahahahahahahaha, outsider, huh?”

I already had a plan in mind to get Marilyn away from the crown prince.

Well… calling it a “plan” makes it sound way cooler than it actually was. It wasn’t using game knowledge or some heroic rescue or anything.

So yeah, this was definitely the wrong choice.

At the very least, it wasn’t something the protagonist would ever do. It was honestly pretty awful.

Still, I felt like this suited me. Because only a womanizer would pull off something this stupid.

Because it was exactly what Olfusen would do.

I took a big, slow breath, steeled myself, and said the words.

The words that would completely change our relationship.

“—Don’t you dare get near my fiancée!”

The moment I said it, Marilyn lifted her face. The wind blew, making her vivid hair flutter softly.

When her sapphire-like eyes met mine, I gave her a fearless grin. A villain’s grin. A womanizer’s grin. A twisted smirk.

“Fiancée…? Have you finally lost it?”

After staring blankly for a second, the crown prince snorted like it was a joke.

“This woman is mine. She’s my fiancée—”

“No.”

I cut him off immediately and took another step closer.

“She has officially become my fiancée.”

“…What?”

For a moment the air froze. He looked like he couldn’t believe it.

Marilyn was staring at me wide-eyed too, completely frozen.

“Starting today—no, starting right now—she’s my fiancée. You have no right to touch her.”

“No way in hell! Engagement isn’t something you can just decide on your own! Spouting lies in front of the crown prince is unforgivable!”

The crown prince’s furious shout echoed across the roof.

Yeah, I can’t actually lie. If it gets exposed as a lie, I’m straight to prison.

But the board was already set.

Or more accurately, Fran already set it for me.

That’s why I could declare it so confidently.

“It’s obviously a lie!”

“No, it isn’t.”

See? Fran got everything ready.

Cutting through the crown prince’s words, the one who appeared on the rooftop was the academy head.

She was still tiny as ever, but the dignified aura around her made you forget that completely.

She walked straight up to the raging crown prince and spoke clearly.

“Just a short while ago, Orufusen Starz Island and Marilyn Lily Crystal became engaged. This is an official arrangement. It is not a falsehood.”

“Don’t screw with me!”

“Jibilgard, release her. Even if you are the crown prince, laying hands on another man’s fiancée is not permissible.”

The academy head fixed him with a sharp gaze.

“If you were a commoner you’d be executed on the spot. Even as crown prince, you should understand your position would become precarious.”

“……!”

Faced with that reality, the crown prince was grinding his teeth. He wanted to argue back but couldn’t.

Of course he couldn’t. This was the academy.

Even the crown prince can’t go against the academy head or act like an entitled brat here.

But even so, he didn’t back down.

“Don’t screw with me! You already have a fiancée, don’t you?!”

He glared at me and shouted.

“Yeah, I do. My beloved fiancée.”

“Then—”

“But what’s wrong with taking a second one?”

The moment I said that, the crown prince’s mouth hung open. He understood the words but his brain couldn’t keep up.

In noble society, polygamy is completely legal. You can marry as many people as you want.

Usually the legal wife is a noble and the rest are commoners, but nothing in the law says both can’t be nobles.

In other words, the crown prince had no way to deny what I did.

“You filthy womanizer!!”

“There’s no problem with it.”

I said it firmly, then turned back toward Marilyn.

Our eyes met, and I quietly held out my hand.

“…Let’s go.”

She blinked in surprise for just a second, then smiled right away. A proud, flower-like smile.

“Yes, with pleasure.”

She answered in that refined tone. Slowly walking over, every single movement elegant down to her fingertips, she took my hand.

“My future husband.”

And then, without any hesitation, she threw herself into my chest.

It was an embrace—and at the same time it sealed our relationship.

Her body was slender. She was almost as tall as me, yet somehow unbelievably delicate.

This fragile frame had carried so much. Becoming an enemy of the whole kingdom, standing up to the crown prince, keeping herself strong the whole time.

Thinking about it made me want to hold her tight for no reason.

So she could feel that I’m here.

So I could carve into her body that I’ll protect her.

“—!!”

I hugged her back hard.

We stayed like that, feeling each other’s warmth, refusing to let go.

“Is this really okay? You already have that girl.”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“Really? I’m super prideful and arrogant, y’know?”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“I’m selfish. I might not listen to a single thing you say.”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“I get jealous like a normal person. My possessiveness is probably crazy strong too. Like, on the same level as that girl, at least.”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“The whole country hates me. The more you’re involved with me, the worse it gets for you. I’m basically a walking bomb, you know?”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“There’s no woman in the whole world as high-maintenance as me.”

“…Doesn’t matter.”

“Why are you going this far?!”

She stepped back a little and threw the question at me. She genuinely didn’t get it. Her eyes were shaking, and her grip on my shoulders was tight.

But to me, it wasn’t even something that needed explaining. The reason was dead simple.

“Isn’t it obvious? Because I’m a womanizer. I can’t just leave a girl I’ve fallen for alone.”

Instinctively, yeah, that’s how it is. Even if the inside is me, the core doesn’t change.

Orufusen Starz Island is always the villain surrounded by women.

“…I see. You’re still a weirdo, huh.”

Marilyn pouted and muttered that, then turned her face away with a huff.

She looked unusually flustered—her ears were bright red.

Was she embarrassed?

When I tried to check her expression, out of the corner of my eye I caught the crown prince.

Apparently he was pretty shocked that he’d been completely left behind.

He stood there stunned, clutching his head.

“Y-you better remember this! You witch!!”

The crown prince yelled that and spun on his heel.

“Mark my words—you two are gonna be miserable! Absolutely! I mean it!!”

Screaming like a madman, he stormed off.

No one followed him.

Because the outcome was already decided.

—The eldest son of the marquis house stole the crown prince’s fiancée.

That was how the whole uproar over her ended.

And the moment my doom flag disappeared.

And so, Marilyn’s engagement was safely broken off.