[A Heroine's relationship with the Main Character has been damaged]
[500 Fate has been deducted from the Main Character]
[98,500 Fate remaining]
"Huh?" Luka abruptly stopped whispering to the Second Princess, his words cut off mid-sentence as the overlapping voices of the system and the teacher resounded in his ears.
His gaze flicked toward the commotion, confused for a split second.
But his thoughts weren't on the teacher's reprimand—they were on the sudden notification he had just received.
'Why didn't I get sothing like this when I stopped the Second Princess from eting the main character?' he wondered, montarily lost in the whirlpool of his own calculations.
It gnawed at him until realization struck like a flash of lightning.
'Hmm… It might be because Charlotte is a sub-heroine, while Nike is one of the main heroines tied directly to the main character's core storyline.'
It made perfect sense.
Nike wasn't just a childhood friend; she was a key mber of the main character's adventuring party.
Damaging her relationship with him wasn't just a minor inconvenience—it was a ripple effect that could potentially alter major branches of the ga's future.
'This is really good to know…' Luka's lips curled into a subtle smirk as he absorbed the implications.
Now he had more strategic avenues to siphon the main character's Fate—more opportunities to tip the scales in his favor without ever lifting a finger.
"Ugh, I bet he was staring at again…" Charlotte sighed, rubbing the bridge of her nose in irritation.
Even though she was long accustod to the leering gazes of n, sothing about his stare unsettled her.
It wasn't fully lustful in the usual crude way—it was obsessive.
Persistent.
The kind of gaze that lingered like a stain.
Charlotte shuddered—not from fear, but from pure, undiluted disgust.
Being royalty, she was no stranger to attention, but this was different.
This was invasive.
Unwelcod.
And if she were being honest, she was growing tired of it.
"I might need to smack so sense into this creep," Charlotte muttered under her breath.
A little away…
Arthur shot to his feet in an instant, the weight of dozens of eyes pressing down on him like a storm.
He bowed his head low, voice raised in a desperate attempt to show submission.
"I'm sorry, sir! I didn't an to stop! It was a stupid mistake on my part—it won't happen again!"
His plea rang through the training grounds, but the teacher didn't budge.
With a grim expression, he tapped his boot against the dirt, the sharp sound echoing like a drumbeat of doom.
Then ca the motion—
One simple gesture with his hand.
"Get your ass to the front. Now!"
'Damn it…' Arthur cursed internally, swallowing his pride as he moved forward, stepping past rows of silent, judgntal classmates.
Each step felt like a march to the gallows.
His stomach twisted into knots.
'Please don't embarrass too much…' Arthur begged inwardly, already feeling the heat rising to his cheeks.
The last thing he wanted was for the Second Princess—or anyone—to see him humiliated like this.
Standing before the teacher—
Arthur kept his head down.
But the man was already grilling him.
"Since you didn't want to chant with the rest of your peers, what's the ssage here? You think you're better than them?"
Arthur gulped hard. "N-No, sir!"
"Then why did you stop and zone out?" the teacher barked, planting his hands on his hips and leaning in.
"I—I don't know why, sir!" Arthur stamred, refusing to reveal the true reason.
Admitting that he was too busy gawking at the Second Princess like so lovesick idiot?
That would only make things worse.
"Oh, you don't know?" the teacher sneered, his voice rising.
"That's a load of horse crap!"
Arthur's heart pounded, his pride crumbling under pressure.
Then suddenly—
An idea.
Arthur raised his head, locking eyes with the teacher, and yelled:
"I'll be honest, sir! I noticed another peer wasn't chanting, and I got distracted wondering why! That's why I stopped!"
The teacher narrowed his eyes. "Is that so? Then why didn't you just say that from the start?"
Arthur took a breath, steadying himself.
"Because I didn't want to snitch on soone, sir. But… I respect you too much to lie to your face."
There was a brief silence.
Arthur stood tall, hoping—praying—that his gamble would pay off.
"Point to which student wasn't chanting!" the teacher barked, his sharp eyes sweeping over the sea of students.
The atmosphere shifted imdiately.
Everyone stiffened, shrinking into themselves as though trying to disappear inside a turtle shell.
"Gladly, sir!" Arthur declared, spinning on his heel with unearned confidence.
His gaze locked onto his target like a hawk, and with dramatic flair, he raised his hand and pointed.
"It was Luka Junker! That basta—man, right there!"
Every head turned toward the man who was nad.
Luka felt the weight of many stares land squarely on him like a ton of bricks.
He blinked, then forced a tight-lipped smile, utterly unamused.
'Are you serious right now? he thought bitterly. Does the main character have no sha at all?'
Even Charlotte, composed as ever, raised a hand to her mouth to stifle a laugh.
She hadn't expected Luka of all people to get dragged into this little drama, and the absurdity of it all caught her off guard.
The teacher squinted—
Clearly preparing to rip into this young man—
Until sothing unexpected happened.
The Second Princess gracefully dropped her hand from her mouth, her expression still neutral—
Except for the sharp, deliberate motion she made across her neck with two fingers.
A slicing gesture.
A silent but unmistakable threat: Drop it. Or else.
The teacher blinked.
Then cleared his throat with a cough, spinning back around as if nothing had happened.
"And there you go—bullshitting again with even more lies!" he roared.
Feeling the fury being pointed at him, Arthur's eyes widened. "But I'm not lying!"
"Shut up!" the teacher snapped, his patience long gone.
"For the rest of these sets, you'll be at the front, alone. Do you understand ?"
Arthur clenched his fists, wanting to scream—but he knew better.
Any more resistance and he'd dig himself an even deeper hole.
He bowed his head, voice low and defeated.
"Yes, sir."
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