Chapter 153: Approval

Chapter 153: Approval

Well, didnt we just assist at a potential diplomatic catastrophe? AH! Augustus was tearing through a giant chicken leg, not unlike those you see in cartoons. However, the [Breeder] and [Chef] skills made it not just real but also one of the most succulent treats one could enjoy at the academy. And Augustus knew all these places very well.

How did you know that it had been [Archmage] Marcus? Augustus asks me.

Just a hunch, I say with a foxy smile.

What? You think I would have owned up to it? Hell no. As soon as that idiot crashed to the ground, I gasped and looked wide-eyed at [Archmage] Marcus. The Dragon, laughing his ass off, was caught off guard when Titus hurled a massive [Earth Lance] at his face. Then, a fight broke out between the two [Archmages]. It probably continued outside the city when the Watch got involved and told both [Archmages] to get a grip.

[Archmage] Marcus is just a vile creature, incapable of the same fine and elaborate spellcasting that [Archmage] Titus has been researching.

Thats Atticus, Lucindas new boyfriend. And [Archmage] Tituss main disciple a magical talent so great that everyone believed he would soon follow in Appiuss footsteps. Whos Appius? Yeah, I knowlots of stupid names of irrelevant people here.

Yo, pal. Get your head out of your dear [Archmage]s ass. Your nose is getting all brown.

Im not in my best mood, I have to say. I invited everyone almost forced them to have lunch with me and my escort. I wanted to make Lucinda feel as uncomfortable as humanly possible. Im not going to be disrespectful. I mean, not too much, at least. But I had underestimated how much of a douche this guy could be.

A lowly Human could never understand the height that [Archmage] Titus will reach once his research goes forward, Atticus sneered, eating his little cutlet in a composed way.

Oh, what great research, pray tell, I say.

Wouldnt you like to know, worm?

Everyone at the table stopped.

What? I asked, looking around.

Worm is the same epithet my niece has used for you, Joey, my Stanimal says. Yeah, hes here too. After the mess I made, we had to delay our visit to Marcuss tower.Visit no(v)eLb(i)n.com for the best novel reading experience

Oh, yeah, I say, laughing. Its a slur for Humans. Its like the n-word for black people here. Considering that Humans and Elves have been exterminating each other for a while, I think thats an apt comparison.

I approve.

Which is, apparently, what Vanedenis eat for breakfast.

My studies are going well, Lucinda says in a whisper, clearly on the verge of tearing up. Shes pretty ashamed, isnt she? Well, better than having her angry. At least she doesnt think shes entitled to any other reaction.

Princess, is the rumor true, then? You are consorting with Atticus looks pale as a sheet and mightily disgusted by the implications.

That I will marry the Human if he were to win all the duels? Yes. And he and I will put an end to the war going on between Epretos and Teiko. Whatever the cost, its time to make true on the memory of Prince Vespasianus.

That Worm-lover? Atticus said with revulsion.

Oh, boy.

I hunch forward to peek at Stan, sitting on the same bench Im on. To my surprise, he didnt even react. Hes eating some stinky vegetables without even blinking.

And werent you engaged to Appius? Atticus keeps going.

Man, dude. You are not a clever one, are you? Im actually feeling sorry for you now.

Appius was never engaged to me. His pathetic family wants to raise their fucking social status again and rally against Humans. My mother spoke with them multiple times, but do you know where my mother is now? Not on the fucking throne.

And if I hear this slanderous rumor again, Ill have your genitalia cut off for disrespecting your Princess. Are we clear?

S-Sure.

While Im trying to understand how many times Atticus fell on his head when he was a newborn, I randomly meet Augustuss gaze. The man has wide eyes, and the corners of his mouth crinkled la De Niro. His enthusiastic approval for my romantic pairing couldnt be stronger.

Thanks to his ridiculous expression at such a tense juncture, I start choking on my chicken so forcefully that I feel bits of sauce coming out of my nose.