Chapter 3: Airbike Race
It was the second day. Now that I got a bit of payback against those idiots from the first day, my cafe was quite pleasant.
If I were to list a problem──
“Livia, that table over there has a request.”
“R, right.”
──it was that the two waitresses were working a bit clumsily.
When I was taking a cake from the kitchen, Raymond spoke to me.
“Are those two alright?”
“What happened yesterday had an effect. It would better if they hadn’t been misled by the words those people had said.”
Both Livia and Anjie were conscious of each other, but were unable to speak to one another.
“Let’s just wait and see what happens for the moment. Things will probably revert to normal before long.”
“I wonder about that. I think that differences in familial backgrounds are fatal when building friendships, though.”
That was what Raymond, with a slightly uncooperative attitude, had said, but I indeed knew what was going on.
For example, suppose that there were a rich and a poor person.
If they were asked whether or not they shared the exact same set of values, then the answer would be no.
The difference in values between the two would be big.
I watched the clock.
“Perhaps the two should take a break.”
Raymond pushed up his glasses with a finger.
“That might be good. There aren’t that many guests right now, after all.”
Since the first day was way too cruel, I felt that handling this wouldn’t be a problem for me.
Raymond seemed seriously worried about me.
“You know, with this, we’re really in the red.”
“It’s fine. Despite how it looks, I can make an earning on the final day using that.”
“Aah, by that, you mean gambling?!”
The last day of the school festival.
There were some matches scheduled as part of an exhibit. The reason for it was to show how much the students were learning in the school.
However, it became one of the highlights of the school festival, and each event had quite splendid rewards.
In addition, people made bets on who would win, and the gambling riled everyone up.
I thought about whether or not it was okay for something like that to happen at a school festival, but it was also a time for profits. At any rate, since I had Luxon──my chances of winning a bet would increase.
That thing was able to gather information, and through close investigation, calculate who would win with a high probability.
Raymond looked at me in shock.
“You really like gambling, don’t you Leon?”
How upsetting.
“On the contrary. I hate gambling.”
I hated things like gambling. However, I loved winning!
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Livia and Anjie walked around the hectic buildings in the school festival.
Normally, the two would be closer together, but today they were maintaining a subtle distance apart.
Livia didn’t understand Anjie’s feelings, and Anjie didn’t know how to address Livia. Until now, they hadn’t been that conscious about each other’s birth.
However, after the matter of yesterday, a gap had emerged between the two.
Anjie spoke up.
“These crepes are quite delicious.”
Livia replied.
“R, right.”
Their conversation didn’t continue.
There was a pause while the two both thought about what to do. In that timeframe, they both noticed a large bulletin board.
It was a chart for an airbike race tournament.
Each school year chose representatives, and only those who did well enough in one race would move on to challenge the next one. It would end with a final race between those who made it to the top.
There were also other events, but oddly enough, the airbike race was the only one that people watched with a special kind of excitement.
Livia looked up at the bulletin board.
“There are a lot of matches just for the airbike race.”
Anjie, perhaps thinking that this was something she could at least explain, started being talkative.
“People get excited about it every year. There are many other events, but the airbike race is the most popular one. While it’s simple, the bets are also interesting. Others choose who they think would win, but people also make bets on predicting the order. There’s a lot of profit when winning.”
Speaking in terms of the modern age, it was like horse racing or boat racing.
It caused a lot of money to circulate.
Livia was impressed.
“You know a lot about, Anjie.”
Anjie continued while delighted.
“I came here several times before enrolling in the school. Furthermore, despite the fact that top candidates are participating, the representative for the first-year students is Jilk. He excels at handling airbikes, and there are many fans who are looking forward to seeing who will succeed.”
“So Jilk’s skilled at an airbike. Ah, I see his name there.”
Livia was happy to spot Jilk’s name, but asked Anjie something. “Leon isn’t participating?” “Leon? His ability isn’t bad, and he has the capacity to just barely make it in as a player, but since Jilk’s here this year, there was no other choice.” In the first place, Leon could do almost anything, and that naturally meant he could use an airbike. However, he fell behind in ability compared to Jilk. “If Leon participated, I would cheer for him, though.” “Right. However, that guy would have no motivation. He’s been making a fuss about profiting through the bets.” “I’d prefer if he wasn’t that crazy about gambling.” “I agree.” As the two were having a cheerful conversation, Marie was behind them, looking up at the bulletin board.
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Marie and Kyle went out to go shopping. From behind the joyful Anjie and Livia, Marie looked at the airbike race tournament chart. She also scanned the other events. The names of Julian and the others were printed on each event. “If everyone wins their tournament, we’ll soon be able to gather our target amount of money. With this, we won’t have to worry about living expenses.” Marie and Kyle were carrying luggage in both of their hands.
Kyle had an exhausted expression.
“Why don’t you make bets on who would win using the money we’ve earned? Everyone’s a winning candidate, right? The benefits to reap would be immense if you win.”
However, Marie was surprised. “That won’t do. Besides, I loathe gambling.” ──Marie hated gambling. (It’s the same as with my previous life. A boyfriend I went out with was a good-for-nothing who lost almost all of the bets he made and carried severe debt. I’ll steadily make my large earnings.) Steadily or not, Marie had bad memories associated with gambling.
(It’s the same now. Furthermore, my family is in debt because of gambling──I miss my family from my previous life. Those days were nice. My childhood was fun back then.)
Marie’s current viscount household could not be called a splendid family by any standard. Marie held her luggage under her arms and headed towards her cafe. “Now, let’s work hard to earn money. Lend me a hand, Kyle.” “I have no other choice, do I? I’ll do my best to earn a salary.” The two separated from Anjie and Livia to return to the cafe filled with women who created a commotion and surrounded Julian and the others.
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It was the third day. It was the day for all kinds of matches to be held, the centerpiece of the school festival.
I looked down at the field from a lounge that costed money to enter.
I sat on a sofa while gazing at the pointlessly large field.
Gold coins, silver coins, and bills were piled on top of a low table.
I grinned while counting the rolls of banknotes. I couldn’t stop smiling.
[Master, it seems that in the next race, several people are taking action in order to ensure that a specific player wins. So, my prediction for the next game has changed to twelve and four.]
I heard Luxon’s voice.
Luxon had concealed itself and gathered information on players in the field, the waiting rooms, and other such locations.
Due to that, I had been continuing to win bets.
“Waiter, I’ll make a bet on the next race for number twelve and number four. Just this amount of money.”
I handed rolls of banknotes to the waiter, and bought a ticket.
While seeing off the waiter who hurriedly left to process my purchase, I laughed while resting both of my arms on the back of the sofa.
“Winning is fun!”
Anjie and Livia were looking at me with cold eyes. The two were sitting next to each other, sipping juice while spectating the matches.
“You really do like to agitate the people around you.”
“Leon, you’re going to get hurt betting too much some day.”
There were some people around that lost a lot of money from gambling.
Such people could only look at me in hate as I continued to win.
“It’s fine, I won’t lose. Even if I did lose once or twice, it’s fine since I’ve been winning without a hitch.”
The gold and silver coins piling up were glittering brightly.
As Luxon had predicted, number twelve took first place, and number four took second.
A large amount of money once again found its way into my hands. “I can’t stop smiling!” I had already earned money to laugh off my losses from the cafe. In the next race, Jilk had finally appeared. Jilk──Jilk Fier Memoria was from a noble viscount household of the royal court. He was Julian’s foster brother, and the character that played the role of being his best friend. He had long green hair and a gentle smile, but in reality he was black-hearted. This guy handled airbikes skillfully. He had enough skill to be the only candidate named by the first-year students. So, make some profit for me, Jilk. [Master, a minor setback has arisen.] However, as Luxon gave a report, the situation started becoming ominous. I pressed my fingers against my temples to continue listening to Luxon. [The representative who appeared for the first-years is Jilk, but it seems that he’s being targeted.] ──Jilk was being targeted? When I made a serious expression and looked down at the venue, Livia noticed and asked something. “U, um, did you want to participate as well, Leon?”
“Huh?”
When I tilted my head to the side, Anjie made an apologetic expression.
“…Sorry. The decision for who would participate was a majority vote by the executive committee. It was difficult for me to hold back my opinion.”
“Hmm?”
It seemed that the two believed I wanted to participate. I definitely tried becoming a candidate, but it was just that the boy candidates had already been decided for even the least popular event.
I didn’t particularly want to be out there, so I had no problem with scheming for profits through betting.
However, this convention was a great opportunity to appeal to ordinary boys.
If one played an active role, the girls’ opinions of them would change. In other words, obtaining a victory was very beneficial for getting married.
Due to that, each event had many boys that were participating seriously.
There were occasionally those that were obsessed with winning and resorted to underhanded tactics.
However, it was different with Jilk.
The situation was strange from the start.
It seemed that Anjie soon noticed it.
“Jilk’s being marked.”
If a first-year student was a good player, it wasn’t strange for them to be marked, but the way he was being targeted was thorough.
He was being surrounded and clashed against others──it was obvious that some kind of attack had been launched against him.
Livia seemed gloomy when seeing that.
“W, why is something like that happening? I feel bad for Jilk.”
It was as Livia had said.
I had placed bets on Jilk, and I would be troubled if I lost.
Leaving my troubles aside, could it be that Livia’s worry for Jilk was based on some kind of instinct that Jilk might potentially be her lover?
──It didn’t concern me, I suppose.
Anjie muttered something.
“I see. Those guys are the followers of an earl household’s daughter,
Claris.”
Livia tilted her head to the side.
“Clarice? Um, who’s that?”
As the race was transitioning from the middle stage to the final stage, Jilk broke through the upperclassmen surrounding him in the match. He forcibly slipped through using some acrobatic movements, and he passed each player one after the other.
“It kind of seems like that guy’s bike was illegally modified.”
Didn’t it seem like the performance of the bike was quite different from that of the others? As I was thinking about it, there was a great clamor in the venue from his massive overtaking.
I was happy as well, since if Jilk won the match, I would win the bet.
Luxon informed me of something.
[Jilk cannot qualify for the finals even if he does win.]
When Luxon heard me reply “There’s no chance?” in a whisper, he reported an injury Jilk had.
[He has a bone fracture. Him being attacked by the surrounding people injured a bone, and the excessive movements he was forced to make fractured it. Even in a world where handy things like healing magic exist, there wouldn’t be enough time for him to make it to the next race.]
Jilk just barely took the lead and reached the goal.
Once Jilk returned his airbike to an airship, he collapsed and medical personnel gathered to place him onto a stretcher.
When Anjie was about to leave the lounge, I asked about her intentions.
“Where are you going?”
“The first-year class needs a troubleshooter. We need to check the state of Jilk’s injury and prepare a substitute for him if necessary. I’m going to talk with the executive committee.”
Since Livia accompanied her as well, I decided to tuck the banknotes and coins into my bag and ran after them.
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Marie’s voice resounded within the medical office. “Jilk~!” She clung to Jilk as he laid in a bed, and was legitimately crying. Jilk faced her with a worried, but smiling face. His long green hair made the bandage wrapped around his head stand out. “It’s alright, Marie. I’m safe and sound, as you can see.”
Julian and Kyle were also in the medical office. The other boys, the capture target boys that had fallen in love with Marie, were performing as a participant in an event, so they couldn’t appear.
Anjie spoke with the executive committee for the first-year class. “It seems we have no other choice but to find a substitute.” The executive committee was troubled at Anjie’s suggestions. “B, but, then there’s the problem of whom to choose as the participant.” “Since practically all of the skilled boys are already in another competition, it won’t be easy to find a substitute.” It seemed that it would be tough to prepare a substitute. Livia clutched my arm. She whispered under the atmosphere of the place. “U, um, is Jilk okay?” “They said that in three days from now, he will recover. It’s quite amazing that a bone fracture can be healed in a matter of three days.” Magic was amazing. Its speed was something that modern medicine from my previous life couldn’t even compare to. Luxon boasted by saying [If I handled it, he would be fine in one day, depending in on the situation. No, he wouldn’t even need twenty four hours.] It made me smile seeing how this thing was overly-frantic about not losing to magic. Livia seemed confused as she spoke. “But, if I handled it, he would’ve been able to recover quicker. Why didn’t they let me do it?”
There were few people who were skilled with healing magic.
The protagonist was a special existence that held a high proficiency with healing magic, to the point that she would later be called a saint.
Knowing that, it was indeed odd that the people around her didn’t let her handle it.
I persuaded her to keep silent.
“It’s because what you consider normal is actually abnormal, Livia. If you talk to the doctors about it, they’ll get mad, so it’s better not to mention it. This recovery rate is normal for people.”
“I, is that so? Though, they might listen if you talked with them, Leon.”
I felt they wouldn’t actually understand if I did, but it was fine as long as she kept silent.
At any rate, even if I did try speaking with them, I would only end up sounding pathetic.
──I’ll stop here before I make my heart ache.
Leaving that matter aside, I knew that Livia was more skilled than even the specialists we had, but it would be troublesome if she announced it here. It would wound the pride of the doctors, and it would be very likely that rumors would spread about them being incompetent or something like that.
Livia should show her ability at the proper time and place.
“The prize money for the airbike race was so large! It was supposed to be my moneeeey!”
Marie’s revealed her true, horrendous intentions while crying.
Julian comforted Marie by placing his hand on her back.
“It’s fine, Marie. Everyone else and I will win the other events.”
It was just one of the programs in the school festival, but the prize money was tremendous since it was an academy for nobles. Speaking in terms of my previous life, it was as if they were treating several millions of yen like they were a normal amount.
The amount varied per event, but among them, the prize money for the airbike race was a whopping thirty million. That amount of prize money indicated how popular it was.
“I had hopes for the airbike race! Even if we win the other events, their sum wouldn’t even make up half of the prize money for the airbike race!”
Jilk looked apologetic.
“My apologies. I never thought that this would happen.”
Marie wiped her tears.
“Really, weren’t those upperclassmen cruel? I should press charges for consolation money.”
Once Marie said that, both Julian and Jilk were embarrassed, as they seemed to have thought that Marie was worried about them.
Love is blinding, as they say.
“That person has only been talking about money for some time now. Is that okay?”
Once I whispered that, Livia also seemed troubled.
“S, she’s definitely worried about Jilk too. After all, they all abandoned their status in order to be together with her.”
This Marie person ensnared the five capture targets since she was someone who reincarnated. If it was just that, she might have been able to manage somehow, but these guys then cast away their statuses.
Starting with Julian, everyone used to be the heir of a prestigious noble family.
As of now though, they abandoned their fiancees in order to be with Marie, which caused their families to cut connections with them.
Their decision to do so amazed me.
“Eh~, I wonder about that. It seems that Marie is fond of money. She was talking solely about cash for a while.”
While I was figuring out what kind of woman Marie was, upperclassmen then barged into the medical office.
Leading them was a second-year student and daughter of an earl household, “Clarice Fier Atlee.” She had soft, bulky orange hair that was tied up behind her neck and hung on her right shoulder.
She had looked more like an honor roll student in the past, but she completely changed after the summer and currently started dressing like a gyaru.
Nevertheless, she looked stylish since she had a slender, well-proportioned figure and a tall, model-like height.
She was part of the honor roll, but her complete change after summer vacation was shocking.
Furthermore, this person was the daughter of an earl household from the royal court──and was Jilk’s former fiancee.
She and her boy followers had marched into the medical room.
Also surrounding her were five sub-race exclusive servants. They stood behind her, as if she was purposely showing them off.
“Oh my, you’re definitely in poor shape. Jilk, how are you feeling right now?”
A large portion of her cleavage was visible from an opened section of her shirt.
She wore her uniform in a casual fashion and adorned herself with a scrunchie, decisions akin to those of a gyaru or delinquent. Wait a minute. Was it right to call them the same kind of thing?
Surrounding Clarice were her grinning followers.
However, her facial expression changed into one of confusion when she saw that Anjie was here too.
Jilk closed his eyes.
Perhaps he didn’t want to see his completely changed fiancee. I thought that it suited her, though.
I had a fondness for both cute honor roll students and gyarus.
“Clarice, so this was indeed your doing?”
Clarice shouted at Jilk, who was able to guess what happened.
“Yeah, that’s right! You’ve thrown me away, and now I’ll make you suffer through even more bitter experiences from now on. ──I will never forgive you.”
It was frightening seeing a beauty like Clarice getting into a fit of rage.
She had a bloodcurdling aura, and looked like a different person than from before.
“A beautiful woman’s rage is really intense, isn’t it.”
“Leon, what are you saying?! Be serious.”
While I closed my mouth in response to Livia’s demand, Anjie stepped forward to face Clarice.
“I’d prefer if you kept quiet in the medical office. Also Clarice, I understand your feelings, but wasn’t what you did during the race quite foul?”
In response to Anjie’s glare, Clarice took a step back while smiling. It was all the more frightening when seeing Clarice like that with her disheveled hair.
“Don’t be so smug. I went this far because you weren’t able to keep a tight rein on his Highness. It infuriated me when I hadn’t done anything, and yet was casted away like you were. I constantly felt like screaming.”
A furrow appeared between Anjie’s eyebrows. To tell the truth, Anjie was quite short-tempered. She would instantly react when agitated. She had recently mellowed, though. Perhaps it was because of the time she spent with Livia. “So what? Were you planning on being the heroine of some kind of drama play? It was quite flashy of you to go as far as to bring along your exclusive servants. I can see now that your graceful self from before was just a ruse.” “──! W, what do you know?!” When the two seemed like they were about to claw at each other, Clarice’s followers intervened. The person she was going against was the daughter of a duke household. She was not someone a person wanted to make an enemy of. It would spell trouble for even the followers. I felt a bit sympathy for them. Clarice glared at Jilk, who was still closing his eyes and not looking at her. Jilk was making sure not to look at Clarice’s face. Had he actually reflected on what happened? The events that had transpired were because of him, after all. Something had to be done about it.
“Don’t show up to a match next time. We’ll beat you up in front of the public. I’m going to get my revenge on you from now on. You’ll be crying and begging for forgiveness. I will never forgive you, though!”
It seemed she really was angry.
Jilk’s reaction was composed.
“If it will calm you down, then do as you must. However, if you do something to Marie or the others, I will never forgive you.”
Although Marie had been completely invisible to the two, the mention of her name caused Clarice’s eyes to become bloodshot, and she then glared at her.
Marie reacted with a jump, but it seemed that she was acting, as if some kind of switch had been flicked within her.
──This person was exactly like my sister from my previous life. It really irritated me to see her around.
“Nothing will come out of revenge. What’s important is to──”
“As if you know what you’re talking about! Nothing will come of it? So what? What’s wrong with that?!”
“Aaaah! I’m sorry!”
When hearing Marie’s forced words, Clarice lost her temper. That was natural. Anyone would lose their mind when hearing the one who stole their fiance say that.
Anjie also glared at Marie with hatred.
However, Julian came out to stand in the way between the two.
“Enough already. Don’t look at Marie like that, Anjelica.”
“──My apologies, your Highness.”
Once Anjie apologized, Julian turned towards Clarice.
This guy was emitting an aura of royalty, to the point that I was envious of it.
“Clarice. I understand if you won’t forgive Jilk. However, I request that you stop this kind of conduct.”
Clarice, casting her eyes downward while making an eerie smile, looked a bit strange.
“──So that’s what you’re going to say, your Highness? Do you know how many people you’re making unhappy for the sake of just one woman? It’s not just Anjelica. Do you know what people have been saying behind the backs of the other fiancees and me? You wouldn’t know. There’s no way any of you would know.”
There were indeed people made unhappy by Marie’s aim for a reverse harem.
It seemed that the world of an otome game really is cruel.
While I was thinking about it, Julian seemed to have a sorrowful face.
“I know that we don’t have the right to say anything. However, that doesn’t mean you can keep doing this. You won’t better yourself this way.”
I then spoke out my thoughts.
“Those are about the words I would expect from an ikemen. It’s quite something to hear the persuasion of a boy who had been seduced by Marie to throw away his fiancee. After all, your dignity is what’s most important for you.”
“Leon, no! You can’t say things like that! No!”
Livia looked cute when she said “No!” while making a finger-wagging gesture. Normally, this was reserved for deviants like Marie, but I didn’t mind being on the receiving end since there was a certain charm to it.
The protagonist’s charm was tremendous.
Like that, Julian glared at me once he heard what I had said.
I decided to close my mouth and look the other way.
Clarice turned around.
“If you appear in the next match, we’ll crush you. Even if you don’t show up, we’ll obliterate your substitute. I’ll teach you all a lesson. ──I will never forgive you.”
Clarice left while chuckling.
──The mood in the medical office was at its worst.
I sighed.
“Now it seems like there won’t be substitute for the next race. Nobody would want to take that role.”
Once I said that, Jilk tried getting up with his injured body.
“──Gah!”
“Jilk, stop!”
Julian held him down onto the bed, but it seemed that Jilk intended to participate.
“Release me, your Highness. Nobody will get hurt if I go. It’s the obvious choice to take.”
The most obvious choice would’ve been for them to not have broken off their engagements. There was no use crying over spilled milk, but I wanted to complain.
There was originally supposed to be some kind of happy ending where Livia decided which of the five capture targets to go along with.
Now that the five were disinherited, they had little supporters. I couldn’t predict what would happen in the future.
I could only worry about the future of this otome game.
Before I knew it, the first-year class executive committee members were staring at me.
“H, hey, what about Baltfault?”
“His ability just barely qualifies for a being a participant, right?”
“If someone’s getting beaten up, wouldn’t it be better for it to happen to this guy than to Jilk?”
When a plethora of faces glared at me within the medical office, Anjie stepped forward as if to protect me.
“Don’t try to make Leon participate. Do you really expect to have him go after hearing about what’s going to happen? I’m sorry, but the first-year students will just have to withdraw.”
When hearing that, Marie raised her voice. She was quite panicked.
“Wait! What about the prize money?!”
Anjie glared at Marie with a look that could kill someone.
“What about it? Do you really want to injure more people just for it?”
I started feeling relieved after Anjie gave a sound argument.
I didn’t intend to participate, but if I was forced onto there, the venue would definitely get excited wanting to see me get beat up.
I definitely wasn’t participating.
──However…
“B, but, there’s the matter of your reputation, Anjelica.”
“Right. It would be a problem if the class representative didn’t prepare a substitute.”
“Anyone’s fine, just get someone up there.”
While I was tilting my head, Marie tried to make me participate. This person was kind of shameless.
It irritated me to remember about my sisters from this life and my younger sister from my previous one.
“R, right! If you don’t participate, then that woman over there will be in trouble! Right, Julian?!”
“O, oh, right. Anjelica is the class representative for the first-year students, after all. If she can’t prepare a substitute, it will put her ability into question or otherwise affect her reputation.”
When I looked at Anjie, she made a worried smile.
“Don’t worry about me. There’s no need for you to get hurt. I can’t inconvenience you any more than I already have.”
──That was a bit of a problem for me, though!
First off, why was it Anjie’s responsibility to find a substitute? Besides, if it was someone who was supposed to represent the class, then wasn’t Julian fine?
If her reputation was on the line, then no matter how many times I fell down, it still wouldn’t have bothered me.
At any rate, it was a problem if Anjie’s reputation dropped.
Anjie would end up getting in trouble in an effort to protect me! I couldn’t allow that!
After all, I owed Anjie’s papa a favor!
Even though I picked a fight with Julian, who was the crown prince at the time, I was alright since Anjie’s papa protected me.
Thanks to that, there was the bizarre result of being promoted, though. Leaving that aside, from the point of view of Anjie’s papa, his daughter’s reputation had been wounded due to what I did.
So what if I did as Anjie said? He would definitely be enraged. He’d likely resent me.
“──I’ll participate.”
“Huh?”
Livia was surprised.
Anjie was wide-eyed.
“Leon, if you’re being sympathetic──”
“It’s not sympathy! Go through with the procedures right away.
Afterwards, prepare a bike.”
Once I said that, someone from the executive committee said “Alright. I’ll let everyone know~,” while leaving the medical office.
I wondered if they were going to tell everyone that I was about to get beat up.
“Leon, aren’t you being rash?”
Livia’s face of concern was radiant. However, it would’ve been bad if I didn’t participate. “Rash? Nonsense. This is about pride!”
Anjie had a troubled expression, and seemed like she wanted to stop me from participating.
“Y, you can’t. Many of Clarice’s followers excel in handling airbikes. Last year’s prize winner was a boy who happened to be one of her followers. They’re people who play rough and do whatever they can if they feel like it.”
“Even so, there are times when one must act!”
Anjie and Livia seemed to have given up on stopping me after seeing my spirit.
“Leon──i, if you’re going that far, then there’s not much we can say anymore. I’ll be praying for your victory.”
“I, I’ll also cheer for you! I’ll be cheering you on, Leon!”
Thank you. Thank you all so much!
After all, with this, Anjie’s papa wouldn’t get angry.
If he got mad, I would’ve been dead.
Marie was delighted.
“If you’re up, then there’s no problem. I’d be glad even if you lose. And if you win, the prize money is mine. Yup, this is okay!”
──I might have been forgiven if I had driven my fist into her face right then and there. It was certainly thanks to Jilk that I was boosted up to the final race. However, I wouldn’t forgive them if they planned on taking all of the prize money.
When Jilk looked at me, he casted his eyes downward while seeming annoyed.
Did he hate me? I hated him too! I loathed him!
“──It seems that it’s up to you now.”
“Go ahead and cry tears of joy, you sly green chap. Consider this a debt.” I made a slight smile while saying so. “This will likely turn out to be a huge debt.” “I’m fine with it, since I’ll repay it soon enough.” I left the medical office in order to prepare an airbike for my participation. “Luxon──we’ve got work to do.” [Alright, Master.]
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