It's Not Like I Want to Play the Role of a Misunderstood, Good-for-Nothing Prince in a Villainess Story! - Chapter 68 – The Troublemaker Is Unreasonable as Always

The entrance to the dungeon was a lively place.

Shops lined the streets, and the bare minimum facilities were there—inns, taverns, blacksmiths, and so on.

Naturally, dungeons were lucrative.

Monster materials, dungeon-grown plants, ores—there were rare things that could only be obtained in dungeons, so demand was high.

Of course, it was basically impossible for us students to obtain those rare items on the floors we could access.

On the flip side, in terms of danger level, it was more than safe enough, so it couldn’t be helped.

“So, what should we do?”

Larba, who was walking in front, turned around.

“Need any preparations before entering the dungeon?”

“We have weapons, and then…”

While we were talking, a small stomach growl sounded.

When I looked toward the sound, Driema was glaring.

“What? Got a problem?”

“I didn’t say anything.”

In response to Driema’s style of speaking before being told, Larba grabbed her shoulder soothingly.

“Well, we’ve walked quite a bit, so let’s eat first.”

“But where should we eat?”

Misty’s words made me suddenly remember.

Come to think of it, in this world, commoners and nobles don’t eat together in principle.

However, most people around here were non-nobles who made their living exploring dungeons—the so-called adventurers—and most shops catered to them.

“Hmm… there should be a few shops for nobles. Grandfather mentioned it.”

If Marquis Ribauto said so, it must be true.

“There are quite a few students here right now, so it’s probably a bit crowded.”

“We might have to wait a little.”

As we were talking and walking near the shop—

“UWAAAAAAAH!”

A person flew out from the shop window.

THUD… THUD… he bounced twice, his hand trembled upward, then collapsed with a flop.

The passersby walking nearby froze for a moment before gradually becoming restless.

“Hey, Larba. Is this shop okay?”

“I hear the food is good.”

“Nobody’s worried about the food.”

There’s something more worrying right in front of us.

“Um… this is a dungeon, so maybe an adventurer…?”

Riti said in a reserved voice, but adventurers were all non-nobles, so it was hard to think they’d been eating at this shop.

Besides, that person’s clothes looked quite high-quality.

“Zeke-sama, what should we do? Should I go check it out? If it’s dangerous, I’ll come flying back.”

If I carelessly sent her, I think she’d literally come flying back.

“Hmm.”

As I watched, I saw several familiar-looking people running over and holding their heads near the shop.

“That’s…”

Immediately after, the shop door opened violently.

“Don’t you run away from me! Hey!”

A rough-looking person came out, unreasonably yelling “don’t run” despite probably having thrown them out themselves.

I looked at the sky and sighed.

—It was an acquaintance.

That person walked with large strides and raised their foot to stomp on the man lying down.

“Wait, you can’t do that!”

“Captain! Please stop!”

“I told you I didn’t want to let you go alone.”

“And why did you go into a shop for nobles?”

“Shut up! Move, you guys!”

Held back from all sides by rushing team members, the figure with a flushed face and fixed eyes glaring at the lying man was like a boss monster lurking in the depths of a dungeon.

“Hey, shouldn’t we stop that?”

“Don’t you know? It’s better not to get involved with that.”

As I heard conversations from the crowd, Larba and I made eye contact.

“Zeke, I’ll go check it out.”

“You sure? I can go if you want.”

“No, I’m an upperclassman now. Leave it to me.”

Despite my concern, Larba headed toward them.

“Beldiha-san, please calm down.”

That’s right, the one causing a scene was the capital knight order captain, Beldiha.

Beldiha saw Larba and stopped for a moment.

“You! You’re Larba Ribauto, the one who became that old man’s disciple! Don’t get cocky just because you became the Sword Saint’s disciple!”

“Huh?”

—And then he got even more enraged.

Sword Saint Mash.

He was the kingdom’s former greatest swordsman, long retired.

However, his reputation as the Sword Saint was high, and while many wanted to become his disciples, he was stubborn—he wouldn’t meet anyone without connections, wouldn’t take disciples without talent, and furthermore, he loved alcohol and was a drunk.

Even during his active days, he was someone who often caused problems.

Incidentally, Mash had one child who closely resembled him in personality and sword talent.

“I changed my mind! Larba Ribauto! That Mighty Sword that the old man acknowledged and named—I’ll break it right here!”

“Wait a minute! I don’t have any such intention!”

“Shut up!”

The target completely changed.

The Kingdom’s Sword, Beldiha, daughter of Sword Saint Mash.

While their personalities were similar, their relationship was the worst.

The moment one’s name came up, the other would become displeased.

“Hey! Larba-sama! Zeke, do something!”

“I know.”

I hurriedly stepped in between them.

“Wait wait, hold on a second.”

The moment I stepped in, a fist came flying from the front.

“Whoa!”

I hastily shifted my face and a fist passed right in front of me with a tremendous whooshing sound.

“Tch!”

“That’s dangerous! Wait! Hold on, Beldiha!”

“Hmm? Ah… why are you here?”

My field of vision instantly turned flesh-colored, but that second fist stopped right in front of my face.