The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me - The Goddess Is Obsessed With Me chapter 72

“Harold?!”

Marika calling my name in embarrassment at the unexpected voice

As if it was really out of the blue, he opened his eyes and just looked at me without saying a word.

Unlike a place where you can feel the warmth of the dry sunlight seeping in, the atmosphere flows backwards.

“What the hell is that…?”

Although she is half puzzled, it is very clear that her face color is getting a little brighter as if holding on to any hope.

“Leave it to me, and I will fight for you as the second-in-command of the princess.”

Be loud enough for everyone to hear, and be as formal as possible to show your respect.

“what…”

At those words, he opened his trembling lips to see if he wanted to say anything, but he didn’t say anything, so he just met my eyes.

“What the hell is going on against the second place in the previous year?”

“Trust me, I didn’t see you last week.”

This time, she whispers a small whisper to her, who wants to be concerned, and reminds her of the competency measurement that took place last week.

Maybe she remembers, that I’m a man of my own

During the skill test, he showed a different level of superior magic to everyone, and when she was kidnapped, he easily won a one-on-one match in the depths of the basement.

There was no sense of shame because I was proud of myself, but now was not the time to worry about such things.

“…..!”

I was a little persuaded by those words, but inside her, she looked a little distressed, as if thinking about endless troubles…

“You’ve never acknowledged me as my second person, but I’ll forgive you just this time.”

As usual, he looks proud of himself and smiles at me.

“……”

However, even with this figure, he was trying to hide himself from wanting to be weak with the courage he squeezed out.

When I looked closely at her, her whole body trembled as if in fear, and even her smile felt something forced.

“Thank you, I will surely show you good results thanks to the grace of your generous heart that bends over to the impudence you dare to step forward as your sword.”

Once again, I step into the arena for her, raising my voice so that as many students as possible can hear me, loudly.

“for a moment!”

However, dissatisfied voices are flying in this situation.

A vaguely expected development, Crown Prince Abram approaches this way with a distorted face in displeasure.

“What do you mean? Why are you, the number two, going into a fight?”

Sensing that his plans have been shattered, he stares at me with a glare of anger in his eyes.

His purpose is probably to deprive Marika of the right to be a successor candidate by taking advantage of this match.

In other words, she tried to inform many people of her incompetence and push her into a disadvantageous corner.

However, by participating in the match instead of Marika, the risk of losing is greatly reduced.

The fact that he pretended to be considerate and put forth the second person was to prepare a way out to avoid responsibility in case of unexpected defeat.

It was because he was able to defend himself by stating that the game he lost because his subordinate was incompetent.

However, since Marika is fighting herself, if she wins, she gets rid of her competitors as much as she wants, and even if she loses, there is no big disadvantage.

And I was thinking of using such a vile technique as well.

If Marika has a second person like Abram instead of fighting herself, even if she loses a match, the burden of it will be less.

As I said before, I was in a much better situation than her because I could use my subordinate’s incompetence as an excuse to use my own excuses.

“I dare to question my humble opinion, but I think it’s appropriate for each loyalist to fight each other.”

In order to be half sarcastic, when I tell him in a formal tone, I sharpen my teeth and object to fighting as her agent.

“This is to evaluate the goodwill I give to Marike and her ability as a candidate for the right to succession by becoming her older brother. It’s not for you to meddle…!”

As if disgusted, they shout at me with greater weight and anger than before, but I pretend to be calm and spit out a single word.

“Recognizing talented people is the right ability as a king, and if it’s a job that determines who can recognize talented people and keep them around, it doesn’t really deviate from the original topic.”

However, he is at a loss for words at the objection that continues naturally as if he had prepared it, and he is simply dissatisfied with the reality that does not go his way.

“The one thing the mouth mumbles alive is talent… Do whatever you like.”

In the end, the plan to get her out of the nomination is postponed until the next time, and he kicks his tongue and turns away.

“Thank you, then, as Marika-sama’s representative, I will participate in this battle.”

Finally, I inform the students present that the fight has been completed, and I enter the arena too.

“As the princess said earlier, did you say her name is Harold…? It’s a situation where they face each other, but you have to be polite.”

Unlike the owner, the servant clenched his fist on his chest and bowed his head slightly as soon as I entered the arena to see if he had the proper virtues.

“I’m a second year at Lagris Academy, second in rank in all grades, and my name is Valen Sofran, the second son of Prince Abram.”

Since I introduced myself politely and formally, I have to show an attitude that agrees with that.

“I’m Harold Wicker, a first-year transfer student at Lagris Academy and the second-in-command of Princess Marika.”

I also bow my head in a similar position to him, and when I put my focus back on him, he immediately throws these words to me.

“I don’t mean to provoke, but if I can assure you, I will defeat you with just one magic, which means that I will do my best for the Crown Prince.”

The attitude towards how loyal a life without hostility is to its master is glimpsed.

The spirit of sacrifice that stains one’s hands with only one heart for the master without any personal feelings… In a way, it was respectful.

“Then I’ll make a decision using only one magic, and that’s magic in the lower world. I’ll let you know how much Marika-sama has an eye for talent.”

He smiled softly as if he was pleased with the words, and finally, a heavy atmosphere reigns over this place for a short time.

“That first year… Was it great or reckless…”

“Still, I can’t open my eyes because I think something big is going to happen…”

“On the surface, I think Valen will win.”

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Numerous students watching this scene also chattered with various opinions, creating a heavy atmosphere.

“……”

Abram also had both of us in sight with a slightly strange face.

“Harold…”

Marika shrugs, perhaps anxious, and looks at me pathetic with a look full of concern.

“The standard of victory or defeat ends when the opponent declares surrender or when the battle is judged impossible.”

A student takes over the role of the referee and announces that the real clash moment is near.

“…..”

“……”

About the time when the silence flowing in the atmosphere that has descended to an all-time high digs enough to stop the ears…

“start!”

It indicates that the duel has begun.

“…!”

Valen-senpai was the first to act, draw a magic circle with both hands and start singing magic.

“Burn everything to ashes and destroy it—”

According to his words, the magic is quickly formed, but…

A simple wind of sand swept over him, obstructing his vision and at the same time disturbing the choir.

“Collock! Coke?! Muyoung—-Uh-huh!!”

He swallowed the sand, and repeated a painful cough, and the magic circle that stopped singing soon faded away.

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Now that he is defenseless…

I kick the ground and close the distance as fast as I can.

This game is freestyle, meaning that you can use all the tricks and fighting skills you can.

chin!

“Ugh?!”

With a slightly dull sound, Valen screamed in agony.

What I attacked by digging into his arms was nothing other than a physical attack using a simple body.

As he becomes violent with all his strength, Valen exhales all the oxygen remaining in his lungs and suffers.

I don’t know if it’s a chorus, like me. Ordinary wizards have to use their voice to sing, so the longer the spell, the weaker the lungs are applied as a fatal weakness.

“Kaaaa…!”

So, even in normal times, my plan was to win quickly by hitting the Myungchi, which is a weakness for people.

“Can… breath…”

He immediately fell flat on the floor, complaining of pain and suffering to the extent that anyone could feel he was in a state of incapacity to fight.

My physical strength itself can be said to be mediocre, but the impact is proportional to the speed as well as the strength.

Besides dealing with magic, I had a talent as fast as a top-level swordsman, so I used it to compete in a simple and sure way.

Although it is possible to control the power, the magic I deal with is mostly for person-to-person combat, but since it is for killing, I could not cast strong magic blindly.

So, the method adopted is this, a person who physically disables the use of magic without making troublesome things.

“Si… the match is over! Winner, Harold!”

The conclusion was so quick that it was said to be in the blink of an eye, so the viewers of this did not show any reaction even after the situation was over.

“What… is it over already?”

“Did student Harold really win?”

“What… it was so fast I didn’t see it…”

“In the first place, didn’t that man say that he majored in magic? His physical ability is really the number one major in swordsmanship…?”

Students who slowly raise questions after some time has passed, the moment they slowly accept reality…

“lie!!”

The only angry man approaches me.

“You… what did you do?!”

He complains to me that this result is unacceptable.

“Isn’t there a law that requires only magic to win? I just kept what I said.”

In a short match, I defeated Valen-senpai with just one magic, a magic close to 0 lethality that simply blows sand with the lowest level magic, as I said.

“you…!”

He felt great anger at me, but he said only the subject and kept silent, knowing that he wouldn’t fall for anything even if he didn’t explain it.

“Are you doing something that didn’t exist?”

“……”

When Abram himself said what he had said earlier, he was still unable to open his mouth…

“Huh… let’s meet again…”

Soon, he took a deep breath, holding his breath as if he was controlling his emotions, and he left the place after delivering meaningful words in a slightly genuine atmosphere.

“That student, I think it’s a little bit amazing…!”

“You’re a magic major, aren’t you…?

“I think I’ve heard rumors that an unusual male student from the first year of transfer has arrived!”

When he disappeared, the atmosphere of the training ground, which had finally felt a sense of pressure, returned to the beginning, and the students gradually began to raise their voices.

“Harold!”

And a familiar voice from behind

“Thank you so much! For fighting for me!”

Marika runs to me with a happy smile.

“Dahin, nothing so big happened.”

Aris, who was watching the situation from behind, also said a word and walked slowly.

“Honestly, I was expecting something as flashy as last week, was it too much of a wish?”

He speaks in a light tone, as if half-joking.

“There’s nothing to kill, and I thought this was the best thing.”

He smiles at the natural rebuttal and comforts Marika, who has been anxious until now.

“Congratulations, Princess, you were able to defend your position.”

However, despite those words, she slowly shook her head and looked at me.

“Honestly, it’s because of Harold… Thank you so much. I’m grateful to you.”

The princess looked at me with a somewhat lingering expression and then suddenly lowered her head.

“Hey… Harold…”

Put your hands together and wiggle, hesitating to continue speaking.

“I feel sorry and grateful for being indebted to you every time… And… that’s why I’ve been worried about it from the beginning, so I’ll tell you now.”

What the hell am I trying to say, I’m so impatient…

“Hey… can you really be my second person…?”

Soon after, he conveyed his true feelings to me and eagerly awaited my answer.

“As my servant… I want you to always be by my side… If you make this offer, I promise you the best treatment.”

“Please… be my only knight.”

If we interpret what she said, it’s suggesting that you can really become her loyalist instead of a fake second-person to solve a temporary problem…

There were a few catches.

Immediately, the words she chose start ringing in her head like crazy.

My seed… the only knight…?

Quick!

??!!

Then a huge headache came like a flood…

dump!

“uh?!”

“Harold?!!”

As I fell to the floor, grabbing my head, two women called out to me with voices mixed with bewilderment and concern.

Seed… Knight… The only…?

What the hell are these words driving me so crazy?

Quick!

The pain that grew stronger with the current rising once again made me want to scream like a child.

What the hell is this pain…?! Suddenly… uh-huh!

The pain keeps getting in your way to the point where you don’t even notice something.

The pain was so sudden that it felt really unfair, but something was strange…

uh… huh…? what?

The pain was still there, but I felt something else.

I think I hear something…

An unfamiliar yet friendly voice echoing right in my head…

‘Gi… oh… and…’

Only the partially audible and unknown letters come to mind.

However…

‘to me…’

The deceptive voice that echoes in my head enough to ignore this pain is getting clearer…

‘My knight, you came to me today.’

dump!

What was the voice you just thought of?

However, without even thinking of an answer to such a question, the accident quickly stopped with the distant vision.