LISTEAIRD SIDE.
I am Listerard von Athrun.
I am the second prince of the Kingdom of Athrun.
I have lived to a certain age and have realised something.
I have realised that birth decides everything about a person.
When people far older than me adore me as a matter of course in my daily life, words like hard work and study become ridiculous.
I am worshipped not because of my efforts, but because of my father's power and the prestige of the royal family, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
It is the same at school.
People around me come to rub up against me.
I understand that they approach me not because they respect me, but because I am useful.
I know this and I take full advantage of it.
When I walk around the school, students kneel down.
I've become so used to it that I don't think about it.
It's a normal routine.
I don't care who worships me, I'm not pleased.
But one day, that normality was overturned.
Elias von Dietrich.
Son of Duke Leon.
He is arrogant, but he does not seem to have the slightest intention of kneeling before me.
I have heard the students gossip several times that Master Leon is far superior to my father and is a deterrent against the demons and the empire.
I am well aware of this.
Although the prestige of the kingdom has fallen from before, the withering of the sunflower is still good.
I will use what I can.
When I found out that there were people who did not understand that prestige, which was a matter of course, a feeling of discomfort came over me.
I did not know that I had such feelings inside me.
Elias, this man will not retreat.
No matter how much I show my authority, it is meaningless in front of this man.
Let's forgive him in the name of Leon.
But this commoner Albert is unforgivable.
Does he not understand the difference in status?
Not only does he not kneel to me, he is talking nonsense about challenging me and winning.
Is this the fault of the ranking system?
It gives birth to such a man of lesser stature.
Very well, let's show them how far they've come.
On the day of the match.
The venue is filled with my supporters.
I am well aware that no one is cheering for me from the bottom of their heart.
Enjoy it as much as you can.
The match has begun.
A commoner using dark magic? Is there a misunderstanding?
Just as my magic is impenetrable, the magic of the commoners is also impenetrable to me.
It seemed that the stalemate would continue, but it was broken.
Curse.
Jet-black chains tie my limbs.
Furthermore, fearful snakes cling to my body.
And a skeleton with a scythe.
It is smiling at me, wanting to chop off my head.
I feel the fear of death for the first time.
I had been leading a peaceful life, worshipped and protected by everyone, but what is this?
I thought my peaceful days would last forever, but they have been broken.
I want to escape from here.
I begged for forgiveness.
In vain.
Everything has fallen apart in the world.
What am I worth?
I am blessed with birth, but I have nothing else, I am enlightened.
What is the meaning of my life? What is my value?
All these things were going crazy swirling around in my head.
Albert SIDE.
I was pondering how to kill Princess Mira.
Elias and his friends were there.
Damn, he's always got a girl with him.
One day I'll kill him and all his girls.
A larger group of people came close by.
It was the second prince Lystiad and his cronies.
I don't like Elias, but I don't like this guy as much.
He's just a young master with a better birthright.
Yes, I've got a good idea.
Let's kill him too.
I had decided to kill all the royalty.
Just as well.
He seems proud.
If I provoke him, he'll get on board.
When I provoked him, his cronies got involved.
I have no use for these people.
They don't do anything on their own, they don't think for themselves.
They are even more hopeless than Elias and Listerad.
I overpowered the cronies and managed to get to the match with Listerad.
On the day of the match.
The crowd is all cheering for Listerad.
I don't care.
I don't want to be popular.
I just want to kill Elias and the royal family.
The onlookers should make a fuss.
The magic of the Listerad was honestly not that great.
This is the second place in the ranking of the senior third-year? That's not much of a ranking for a magic school.
Does he think I'm being serious?
He's got an attitude of composure.
Is he bull-headed or just plain stupid?
I could win as it is, but I'll show everyone an interesting side show.
It was my trump card against Elias, but now the fun is starting.
Here's my trump card, the power of curses.
It is a power that differs from magic in theory.
But learning magic has helped me when it comes to using magic as a source of power.
Jet-black chains tie Listerad's limbs, and jet-black serpents cling to his body.
The royal man's face is pallid with fear, and it's the most painful thing in the world.
He begged for his life, with the horror of death in his eyes.
It's too stunned to be entertaining.
Elias would not have begged for his life for something like this.
My rival is Elias, after all.
I have to kill Princess Mira first.
I must kill Princess Mira first, in order to instil in Elias the greatest despair.
Princess Mila said she would accept my challenge.
Good, now I can give Elias a taste of despair.
But from there, her words were unbelievable.
Use the no-fighting provision.
I know what she means.
But my emotions can't catch up.
Just when I thought I had no more pleasure waiting for me, it collapses.
My plan was .......
I have heard that there was and is such a thing as a no-win rule.
It's a complete loss of face to give your opponent an outright ranking and a piece of the game.
And that too, she is royalty.
Who could have imagined that she would use a rule that has hardly ever been used and is covered in humiliation?
Could she have come up with this on her own? Did Elias put her up to it?
It doesn't matter.
Why do Elias and these people annoy me so much?
Things are not going according to my plan.
I couldn't kill Princess Mira, but I will kill you, Elias.
LISTEAIRD SIDE.
I am Listerard von Athrun.
I am the second prince of the Kingdom of Athrun.
I have lived to a certain age and have realised something.
I have realised that birth decides everything about a person.
When people far older than me adore me as a matter of course in my daily life, words like hard work and study become ridiculous.
I am worshipped not because of my efforts, but because of my father's power and the prestige of the royal family, which has been passed down from generation to generation.
It is the same at school.
People around me come to rub up against me.
I understand that they approach me not because they respect me, but because I am useful.
I know this and I take full advantage of it.
When I walk around the school, students kneel down.
I've become so used to it that I don't think about it.
It's a normal routine.
I don't care who worships me, I'm not pleased.
But one day, that normality was overturned.
Elias von Dietrich.
Son of Duke Leon.
He is arrogant, but he does not seem to have the slightest intention of kneeling before me.
I have heard the students gossip several times that Master Leon is far superior to my father and is a deterrent against the demons and the empire.
I am well aware of this.
Although the prestige of the kingdom has fallen from before, the withering of the sunflower is still good.
I will use what I can.
When I found out that there were people who did not understand that prestige, which was a matter of course, a feeling of discomfort came over me.
I did not know that I had such feelings inside me.
Elias, this man will not retreat.
No matter how much I show my authority, it is meaningless in front of this man.
Let's forgive him in the name of Leon.
But this commoner Albert is unforgivable.
Does he not understand the difference in status?
Not only does he not kneel to me, he is talking nonsense about challenging me and winning.
Is this the fault of the ranking system?
It gives birth to such a man of lesser stature.
Very well, let's show them how far they've come.
On the day of the match.
The venue is filled with my supporters.
I am well aware that no one is cheering for me from the bottom of their heart.
Enjoy it as much as you can.
The match has begun.
A commoner using dark magic? Is there a misunderstanding?
Just as my magic is impenetrable, the magic of the commoners is also impenetrable to me.
It seemed that the stalemate would continue, but it was broken.
Curse.
Jet-black chains tie my limbs.
Furthermore, fearful snakes cling to my body.
And a skeleton with a scythe.
It is smiling at me, wanting to chop off my head.
I feel the fear of death for the first time.
I had been leading a peaceful life, worshipped and protected by everyone, but what is this?
I thought my peaceful days would last forever, but they have been broken.
I want to escape from here.
I begged for forgiveness.
In vain.
Everything has fallen apart in the world.
What am I worth?
I am blessed with birth, but I have nothing else, I am enlightened.
What is the meaning of my life? What is my value?
All these things were going crazy swirling around in my head.
Albert SIDE.
I was pondering how to kill Princess Mira.
Elias and his friends were there.
Damn, he's always got a girl with him.
One day I'll kill him and all his girls.
A larger group of people came close by.
It was the second prince Lystiad and his cronies.
I don't like Elias, but I don't like this guy as much.
He's just a young master with a better birthright.
Yes, I've got a good idea.
Let's kill him too.
I had decided to kill all the royalty.
Just as well.
He seems proud.
If I provoke him, he'll get on board.
When I provoked him, his cronies got involved.
I have no use for these people.
They don't do anything on their own, they don't think for themselves.
They are even more hopeless than Elias and Listerad.
I overpowered the cronies and managed to get to the match with Listerad.
On the day of the match.
The crowd is all cheering for Listerad.
I don't care.
I don't want to be popular.
I just want to kill Elias and the royal family.
The onlookers should make a fuss.
The magic of the Listerad was honestly not that great.
This is the second place in the ranking of the senior third-year? That's not much of a ranking for a magic school.
Does he think I'm being serious?
He's got an attitude of composure.
Is he bull-headed or just plain stupid?
I could win as it is, but I'll show everyone an interesting side show.
It was my trump card against Elias, but now the fun is starting.
Here's my trump card, the power of curses.
It is a power that differs from magic in theory.
But learning magic has helped me when it comes to using magic as a source of power.
Jet-black chains tie Listerad's limbs, and jet-black serpents cling to his body.
The royal man's face is pallid with fear, and it's the most painful thing in the world.
He begged for his life, with the horror of death in his eyes.
It's too stunned to be entertaining.
Elias would not have begged for his life for something like this.
My rival is Elias, after all.
I have to kill Princess Mira first.
I must kill Princess Mira first, in order to instil in Elias the greatest despair.
Princess Mila said she would accept my challenge.
Good, now I can give Elias a taste of despair.
But from there, her words were unbelievable.
Use the no-fighting provision.
I know what she means.
But my emotions can't catch up.
Just when I thought I had no more pleasure waiting for me, it collapses.
My plan was .......
I have heard that there was and is such a thing as a no-win rule.
It's a complete loss of face to give your opponent an outright ranking and a piece of the game.
And that too, she is royalty.
Who could have imagined that she would use a rule that has hardly ever been used and is covered in humiliation?
Could she have come up with this on her own? Did Elias put her up to it?
It doesn't matter.
Why do Elias and these people annoy me so much?
Things are not going according to my plan.
I couldn't kill Princess Mira, but I will kill you, Elias.
