Why do you think that the first friend you made at Temple would make a good friend?
Talented Villain.
1. Nice to his subordinates.
2. Would be able to hide me,
So, becoming Bertusâ subordinate wouldnât be such a bad thing, but I was still scared. It did have advantages, but wouldnât it look like Iâm a double agent? Was he going to treat me like a subordinate in the first place? It would be hard to keep that going for a long time.
If he were to place me under his wing, wouldnât he be the first and only member of the Imperial Family to ever make a Demon Prince their subordinate?
Anyway, Bertus seemed to want to maintain a close relationship with me in our future Temple life.
Of course, I knew Bertus.
He was a talented guy. Whether they were commoners, nobles or royalty, if they had the ability, he would have serious interest in them.
It didnât matter what kind of person they were, as long as they proved to be useful. That was the type of person he was.
Bertus sat on the terrace railing this time. It was on the first floor, so one could go outside from it.
He talked with his back to me.
âDo you love the Empire?â
âOf course.â
That wasnât a lie. I really did love it. This was the best place to live on the whole continent after all.
âWhy do you love it?â
He didnât like obvious answers.
âBecause of money.â
ââŠâŠWhat? Money?â
Bertus turned his head to look at me. Heâd find out if we continued to be like this anyway, but I had to be a little more honest here.
âThereâs no reason not to love a place that allows a helpless beggar to live in a palace like this just because thereâs something strange about him.â
â.âŠBeggar?â
âYeah.â
It wasnât even on the level of not having any background, kid.
âIâm from the streets.â
I was a beggar!
Bertus opened his mouth slightly as if he had never imagined something like that. That made it clear that this guy didnât run a background check on me. Bertus didnât say anything for a moment, perhaps bewildered or perplexed, he nodded blankly as if he came back to his senses.
âAh, rightâŠ.YesâŠ. I know what you mean.â
I had been wandering around the streets.
âIf you dislike me for being a beggar, it canât be helped.â
He was fine with commoners, but what about beggars? We werenât just a Prince and a Pauper, we were the Imperial Prince and a Beggar.
âNo. I prefer it that way.â
However, Bertus gave me an unexpected answer. I couldnât believe it. He preferred it?
âBecause thereâs a strong basis for loyalty.â
Not only did I get to live in this place just because I had some form of talent, but it was also possible for me to hold a conversation with the Prince like this.
He seemed to think that one could take my loyalty to the Empire for granted then. Yeah, that certainly was a convincing statement. As if he found it funny that I put it as being loyal because of money, Bertus chuckled.
âI donât know what kind of light hanging out with a beggar would shine on you. Well, my origins arenât exactly a secret or anything.â
I told Bertus another point I thought might be a problem. Surely it wouldnât paint a good picture and my origins would spread someday.
âThatâs ridiculous.â
However, Bertus cut me off.
âReinhardt, do you know about ants?â
âAh, yeah.â
âDid you know that they have a hierarchy in ant society?â
âLike queen ant, worker ant and so on?â
âYes. Like that.â
Bertus was staring outside, as if he was peering through the darkness. Why was he talking about ants out of nowhere?
âQueen ants, worker ants, soldier ants and so on, there might be even more complicated systems, or none at all, but I donât know about that.â
âWhat about it?â
Were you proud of not knowing that?
âWhat do I know about classes among ants.â
Bertus said coldly.
âBeggars, commoners, nobles, princes, dukes, counts, barons. Why would I care about that?â
That was the type of guy Bertus was.
âThey look all the same below me, Reinhardt.â
Bertus laughed grimly.
âSo, whether Heinrich von Schwarz criticized me or you criticized me.â
He had pretty intuitive logic.
âIt would be all the same to me.â
All were equal below him.
Whether it was a soldier ant or the lowest of those ants trying to criticize him, he wouldnât care either way. He put it in quite the dog-like way, but in the end it meant he didnât care what I was.
He told me not to worry about that and not to be too nervous about these things.
âThe core message is great, but the way you put was quite intense.â
Look at that twisted bastard.
âThatâs what power is, Reinhardt.â
Bertus giggled.
âThose who have it, have the freedom to be snobbish.â
His choice of words were rather radical. Isnât it nice being treated comfortably?
The powerful have the freedom to be snobbish.
âHowever you donât have that kind of power and yet you are the way you areâ
As for Bertus, he seemed interested in me because I was acting frivolous even though I didnât have any power at all. Because of that, some people judged me to be some mysterious person in the end.
âYouâre a beggar and yet you seem to have a good head on your shoulders. Your eloquence isnât normally found in someone born in poverty.â
âThere are all sorts of people in this world.â
Bertus looked at me. It was as if he was trying to peer through me.
âOkay, letâs find out what you are really hiding.â
He seemed convinced that a beggar wouldnât be capable of that. Heâd treat me as a friend, but Bertus was obviously suspicious of me. However, one couldnât just manipulate my origins.
That said, I didnât even try acting like a stupid beggar.
I wasnât all that disappointed, as it was an inevitable result.
In the end, Bertus wouldnât fully trust my background or rather the lack thereof.
He didnât tell me to come under him, nor did I say that I would go under him.
âBut it is true that I donât have any abilities. So is there anything about me that youâre interested in so much that you want to get closer to me?â
âThose talents as meager as a rat are useless as of now. Thatâs not to say that a physical scanner could explain everything about a human being.â
After Bertus revealed his true face, he didnât pretend to be kind in front of me anymore. Talents as meager as little rats. Bertus was criticizing the Royal Class students for being useless.
He seemed to think that it was foolish to only believe in what that physical scanner showed. He was focused on indicators that that thing couldnât show.
âIâd prefer someone who could use his head a little better a hundred times over some measly talent. Of course, someone with a good head on their shoulders punching people left and right is rather problematic. Well, as that was how you used to live, I can understand your behavior to some extent.â
Bertus chuckled. Â It seemed like he judged me as someone who was smart and had good judgement, but as soon as someone started to argue with me I would use my fist first. Since I was a beggar, he seemed to think that that was why I acted like that.
No, butâŠ.
I wasnât actually a beggarâŠ.
âWell, what I wanted to say stays the same, in the end. Try to hold in your temper.â
We came back to the beginning and he ended up saying the same thing.
âIâll try, but only if those brats can be communicated with.â
âWell, yeah. Thatâs all for now.â
Bertus came down form the terrace railing and stood in front of me.
âWhen Iâm sure youâre mine, letâs talk about some more important things then.â
The time for Bertus to trust me.
The time for me to trust Bertus.
That time hadnât come yet.
But Bertus did recognize my worth, which is why he threw out the bait first. Something like âDonât forget who recognized your value firstâ.
I knew without even thinking about it who came first.
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I became friends with Bertus. No, we werenât quite friends yet. Anyway, even if I hadnât quite gained the Imperial Princeâs favor yet, it did seem like he saw me in a positive light. I seemed to have been judged as a useful guy.
There werenât any visible effects of that. He wasnât acting too friendly. Of course, we would talk casually, regardless of whether other people saw us or not. There were probably some rumors floating about by now, that the Imperial Prince was kind even so some crazy asshole.
Classes on Friday included Divinity, Alchemy and Synthesis.
Divinity studies were for those gifted with divine powers, so the only ones taking the class were Erich and Ashir from Class B. The rest were all regular class students who wanted to be priest or paladins.
Of course, I understood what they were trying to teach, but I couldnât sense divine power at all. Using divine power as a Demon, would seem pretty funny, wouldnât it?
Everyone who majored in Magic would study Alchemy as well. Unlike magic classes, Alchemy seemed quite doable. It was a fun class because it was a practical one.
General Martial Arts.
I almost fell behind while trying to understand it.
In the end, this was close to P.E. Part 2.
Fortunately no one, except Ludwig, even dared to make eye contact with me. It seemed like the rumor that I was a total nut job went around the Class A and B kids.
When Erich saw me today in Divinity Studies, he seemed to avoid me and that man named Ashir who was also majoring in Divinity from Class B, immediately turned his head as fast as lightening after he made eye contact with me once.
Well.
I wasnât a bully, just some psycho they wanted to avoid.
And the truth behind that rumor of me having some mysterious background still didnât seem to have spread yet.
Did Bertus want the misunderstandings to be resolved on their own?
It was true that I was an ill-tempered person, but I was also talentless. So if a strong guy came along, I was confident that that person, beating me up would set things right, but it seemed like those types of people were avoiding me because of that misunderstanding.
Hidden royalty?
Children and their imaginationâŠ.
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As a rule, Royal Class students had to live in the dormitory. Of course, since most of the Temple students came from far away countries, most of them lived in Temple, but there were also some Temple students that lived in Gardium, so there were some cases of students commuting to school.
Of course, Temple was huge, so one had to get up very early to leave the school and go outside.
Among the members of the Royal Class, those who had a mansion in Gardium often went home on the weekends. There were no compulsory activities during the weekend. Everyone was free to study, play or do whatever they wanted.
I could stay in the dormitory, but Iâd just be alone anyway. I had no clue how to awaken my ability.
Well, Iâd better let them know how my first week went.
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Where would I go?
Of course to the Rotary Gang, the sewer area under the Bronzgate Bridge.
ââŠâŠSo, youâve been beating up the kids, is what you mean?â
ââŠso to speak, erm, thatâs how it was.â
When I told Loyar about my Temple life, she looked at me. She seemed to think I hadnât gotten rid of old habits or something. After all, the way I acted kind of felt the same as the original prince, huh?
âNo, but it was them who picked the fight. Would I hit the back of the head of someone who was just minding their own business?â
âAh, yes.â
At my plea, Loyar looked at me as if I would do that.
Whatâs with that guy?
âPaw.â
-Pat
âDo, donât do this, Your HighnessâŠ.â
âIf you keep looking at me like that, Iâll tell you to show me your stomach.â
âI, I really donât want to do that, Your HighnessâŠ.â
She was more straightforward than anyone I knew.
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