It's Not Like I Want to Play the Role of a Misunderstood, Good-for-Nothing Prince in a Villainess Story!

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The Church Knight Order’s training grounds were near the church.

It seemed the Church Knight Order Headquarters and such were also inside the building.

When I entered, Church Knights were fighting, and the people around them were watching with serious expressions.

I quite liked this kind of atmosphere.

It reminded me of when I was training with Rubert and the others in the Second Garden a long time ago.

After the fight between the two ended, the majority of the knights who were watching it noticed us, who had arrived before they knew it, and floated surprised expressions.

They were whispering something to their comrades around them.

Since there were some tilting their heads, they were probably having conversations like “Who is that? I don’t know him…”.

Amidst that, a single knight approached.

He was an elderly knight with a thin body and a thin beard, with a face like a fox.

“Well, well, isn’t this Prince Zeke of the Carlaan Kingdom. I am moved to be able to meet you in a place like this. I am Donati, belonging to the Church Knight Order.”

His words were polite, but he was one of the few who noticed when we entered.

I knew immediately because he looked this way for a moment and smirked.

He probably approached with some thought in mind.

I thought so, and he got straight to the point.

“According to what I hear, the Prince also handles a sword, and has considerable skill… how about it? Would you give us Church Knights some training?”

The figure of him smiling slowly and slimily with a niyaa… was extremely unpleasant.

The fact that he didn’t even hide that he was plotting something was also annoying.

“Hmm, even if you say training. I think Rubert next to me is more suitable though.”

I brushed it off lightly, but the man still bit.

“No no, no no no. I ask out of a desire to have the precious experience of being trained by the renowned Prince. Or could it be that the rumors are merely rumors?”

It was a cheap provocation.

However, the intonation of his final ‘or could it be?’ felt blatantly like he was mocking me, which pissed me off moderately.

I didn’t know if it was the Pope’s intention, but wasn’t he a good selection?

Being good at irritating people is a kind of talent.

I’d want one guy like this among my subordinates too.

Anyway, if told that much, there was no reason to refuse.

“Understood, then shall I give you a little training?”

“Then he shall be your opponent.”

The nominated man was also the man I saw when we entered.

He was smirking fearlessly.

Surely he was also a comrade of the guy called Donati.

And the moment the sword was handed over, Touka, who had been silent until then, raised his voice.

“Wai-, please wait a moment. Donati-sama. Why is it not a wooden sword!?”

That’s right, the weapon the knights were using during the 1-on-1 just now was a wooden sword.

However, looking at this, it was a real sword.

“No no, since we are having him lend us his chest, a wooden sword or the like would be rude.”

“But, if by any chance something happens…”

“Squad Leader Touka. Since when were you in a position to say something to me?”

“……”

His expression disappeared suddenly, and Touka shut his mouth at the way of speaking in a low voice.

He only said he belonged to the Church Knight Order, but apparently he was higher in rank than Touka.

“Or is the Prince also afraid if it isn’t a wooden sword?”

As soon as he turned his face to me, he provoked me with a smile and moreover in a higher-pitched voice, but of course that wasn’t the case.

“No, there is no problem. Let’s go as is.”

When I glanced behind, only Touka had an anxious face, and Mei had a face like she didn’t care.

And Rubert, Garim, Debut, Ted, and Quinn; the guys who understood were cheering rather than worrying.

“Prince Zeke, do your best.”

“We’re rooting for you.”

“Zeke-sama, if it’s just one arm, it’s fine, surely.”

“No, about one head should be fine, right?”

“Hmph. Well, if it’s about a head, it’s barely safe… or something like that.”

No, a head is out, right.

That said, he was a knight prepared with this kind of feeling.

Surely he must be considerably strong; I was looking forward to it.

“Then both sides face each other… Begin!”

“Deyaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!”

The moment Donati’s call echoed.

The opponent man closed the distance while raising a shout.

He closed the distance of 5 meters in one step from a high stance.

His stepping foot was quite something.

His height was also slightly taller than me; would he put his weight into the downward swing from the high stance?

In contrast, I remained in my stance with one hand put forward as usual.

Now then…

As if to test it out, I went to smack the slash coming from above from the side, just like when I deflected Larva’s sword when I was a child.

Certainly, the man’s sword was swung straight down.

Both hands holding the sword were definitely in a position below the navel.

Despite that, the man had no sensation of having cut.

Of course, the man himself didn’t think he cut anything.

All the surrounding knights watching the one-on-one were not looking at the two.

Everyone’s gazes were turned to the side.

A high-pitched sound of metal bouncing echoed.

Even from the perspective of the Church Knights, it was an unexpected result.

The man was a guy with bad conduct and was unlikeable even from the perspective of his fellow knights, but in terms of sword skill alone, he was high ranking.

But, when the knights returned their gazes, such a man was holding a sword broken from the base in both hands, trembling as if he couldn’t believe it.

Zeke Carlaan was floating an expression as if he was disappointed towards the man who had become unable to move.