“Don’t. There is no end to it if you’re going to be poking at every little thing like this. I’m just glad that you guys are feeling the same way.”

“Ahhn, I’m so happy.”

“If only I had your kind words, I could stand the rudeness of this rubbish.”

I’m relieved that I’ve managed to appease them, who would’ve killed Emily without hesitation if I had not. I’m thankful that it only takes a single word to get them to calm down, but I’m worried that they might fall for some scam.

I hope someone doesn’t scam them and make them buy vases and paintings for a million…

“Excuse me.”

“Yes, what is it?”

However, I’m glad I managed to quiet them down, but now Emily was glaring at me like she was going to kill me.

—To tell you the truth, you’re so annoying. If you don’t like me, just outright ignore me.

“If you can’t go through with it, go ROM for six months.”

[EDN: Read-only member. A person that leaves you on seen, basically.]

“… What did you just say?”

“No, nothing.”

“Hmph. Don’t speak gibberish. It reveals your low intelligence. Utilizing strange words reveals your lack of intelligence.”

I thought I spoke just enough to be heard, but how distorting does she have to be?

I don’t think she understood the word’s meaning, but I could tell it wasn’t a good idea to express nuance. I was just being sarcastic.

I had no choice but to let go of the trolls since there is never an end to them.

However, as if she didn’t have enough, Emily continued and pointed her fan at me with a “Bah!”

Isn’t she more ashamed of her bad manners of pointing her fan at people than her low intelligence?

“You called me stupid just now, didn’t you?”

“No, I didn’t.”

”Hmph, that’s fine. It seems that you will be miserably turned into rags and tatters by His Highness Claude, so I’ll let you off the hook for now. However, the moment you interfere with my scale collection today, I will smash you to pieces. So keep that in mind.”

Emily, having said all that, was finally satisfied and left me.

Still, those drills were amazing when spinning and twirling with the ups and downs of her emotions. Someone please praise me for thinking but not saying it out loud.

“Kaisar, let’s go to the arena. Don’t you dare to run away! Bridgette, I’ll get you out of that hellhole as soon as I can!”

Just after I was done with Emily, His Highness Claude, who had confirmed the school’s closure and its reason on the blackboard, told me to come to the arena with the full intention of fighting a duel. He left the classroom and headed for the arena without waiting for my reply.