The Villainess Who Was Dumped Got Married into My Family, a Mob Noble from the Frontier, and Turns Out, She's an Amazing Capable Wife? - Chapter 88: Troublemakers

Chapter 88: Troublemakers

Standing this close together, it was clear that Patricia Kindred was noticeably more delicate compared to the students who were around 15 or 16 years old.

By my estimate, she was under 150 centimeters tall.

Sandwiched between me and the tall Edward, she looked like a small alien captured by two towering trench-coated men in a famous photo.

“You should eat more nutritious food.”

The southern territory, opposite of the Brave region and centered around the royal capital, had no worries about invasion due to its sea and mountain ranges. 

The vast majority of the capital’s food was produced there. 

After 300 years of peace, the people turned to culture to pass the time, so the food in this world was quite good.

In the game, our luxurious meals were described in a way that made them appealing to us. It was styled after early modern Europe.

“Shut up.”

Patricia muttered, digging in her ear as she cursed.

She had a bratty vibe. 

For a moment, I wondered if her frailness sparked a protective instinct in men, but she was a woman who could stand up to the upper echelons of the nation by herself. 

She could take care of herself.

“Patricia, I always have some cookies on hand.”

“…”

“If you collapse from malnutrition, it would be a disgrace to the kingdom.”

Edward, unconcerned with past events, treated Patricia normally, hosting her as if nothing had happened.

“A special butter-filled cookie, packed with nutrients. Even if you got lost in the Ydaina Mountains, ten of these would keep you alive for ten days.”

A cookie with enough calories to last a day each sounded ridiculous. It was something I’d want to use as rations for the Brave territory’s soldiers.

“I-I guess I’ll take one.”

I really thought she shouldn’t eat it, but after being pressured by Edward, Patricia took a bite of the special cookie.

“—! Mmmph!”

She clapped her hand over her mouth and ran to the bathroom.

Of course that would happen.

Anyone who ate it would probably end up with a massive stomach ache from the heavy cookie.

“How rude. It’s perfectly sweet after a magic training session.”

“That’s a weird training regimen.”

“With the Ydaina Mountains nearby and constant war with the neighboring country, the Brave are always fighting. But the capital is much safer, so it’s necessary. To catch up and surpass, I’ve got to face death at least a hundred more times.”

Good luck with that, Edward.

I didn’t see the point in deliberately risking your life. True strength comes from surviving those life-or-death situations.

But blindly seeking danger is pointless, and emotional growth is crucial too. However, it wasn’t my place to lecture others about it.

To outsiders, it might just seem like being a killer.

“Hey, you bastards! What did you make Patricia eat?”

A student from the Principality, looking like a delinquent, stomped towards us. 

The Principality’s uniform was oddly a school uniform, and Patricia, who had run to the bathroom with a pale face, was of course in a sailor uniform. 

This only added to the thuggish impression.

And the school uniform? It felt like a hint towards the sequel of the game.

“These guys are the ones, right?”

“Did she ditch you or something?”

“Hyaha, with heads like yours, no wonder.”

Apparently, Patricia had managed to create a similar reverse harem even while studying abroad in the Principality. 

This group of slightly rebellious handsome guys seemed to be the local nobility.

“Man, the Principality’s nobles have no class.”

“What did you say?”

The delinquent who first approached us retorted.

“We’re not nobles. In the Principality, strength matters more than status. We fought our way to the top, pushing aside the nobles.”

“Calling yourself a tough guy makes you look weak instead.”

Edward replied, and this provoked the hot-headed delinquents, already agitated by Patricia’s absence.

“Don’t act all high and mighty, Baldy!”

“We don’t need a dumped loser here! Baldy!”

“Baldy! Baldy! Baldy!”

“We could carve you up right here, you know?”

“It’s not Baldy. It’s the Shadow!”

Even Edward seemed annoyed by the delinquents around him. 

He unleashed his magical power in a burst, compressing the air and rendering the delinquents immobile.

“Guh, w-what the hell?”

“Damn it, what’s happening?”

Even though they were students from the Principality, they were still just students. Edward spoke to the frozen delinquents.

“Is this the best the Principality’s students can do?”

“Bastard…”

“There are plenty here who can cast spells without incantations.”

I didn’t bother to point out that this wasn’t true.

In Edward’s current world, his perception was shaped by the student council and the shadow magicians. 

Among the student council, only Clive and Treiza couldn’t cast without incantations.

More than half of the first-year student council members could, and all the shadow magicians could cast without incantations. So, Edward wasn’t completely wrong.

“Tch, but that virgin-looking guy over there—Buberaa!”

“Did you say something?”

Before the delinquent could finish, I ended up punching him without thinking.

The punch was a barrier punch, not a pinpoint attack but a wide-area one, slamming all of them into the wall. 

They were all weaklings, which was fitting given their characters.

“Edward, we’ll likely face these guys in the Sage Festival. You can kill them and make it look like an accident.”

“Really? So, these are my opponents. If the Principality values strength, then it’s fine if they die in battle.”

Show them the true power of the Kingdom’s mages.