I Became the Second-in-Command in a Romance Fantasy Novel

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Now it was the familiar dinner time.
Still, it seemed that the cooldown wasn’t up, as Prince Ellen, who was eating with me instead of Daisy, continued to excitedly talk about his club activities with his bright eyes.
“So, you know... The Sword Master said...”

The only difference from before was that Daisy’s dominance in the conversation, which used to occupy 90% of it, had slightly decreased. No matter how much of a romance fantasy male lead he was, it seemed the Sword Master was still just a sword master. The story about the Sword Master, who became the club advisor, had added about 10% to the conversation.
“So, anyway!” “I’m not going.” “...I haven’t even said anything yet.”
Prince Ellen made a pouty expression, but it was useless. Unless a few flowers were placed in my head, there was no way I would join the flower arrangement club.

“But, Your Highness.” “Ellen.” “Prince Ellen.” “I told you to stop calling me ‘Prince’.”
His expression showed even more disappointment than before, but I had spent more than half my life calling him Prince Ellen. Even before he knew of my existence, I had known him.
“It’s a royal order.”

Then, Prince Ellen even pulled the royal command out of his hat.
“Did you start a rebellion without me knowing?” “You can just contact my father and ask him to send you there.” “No, that’s a bit...” “It’s been over a month since we entered the academy! Even Prince Esid is called ‘Esid-nim,’ you know?”
That was a fair point. According to academy rules, even commoners were supposed to call Esid by his name. And the emperor who had created that rule was the emperor from when the academy was first established. Esid, as a royal, had the obligation to carry out the will of his predecessors, so he tried even harder to follow the rules.

“But that’s the Empire’s matter.” “We’re in the academy of that empire, aren’t we?” “Well, that’s true.”
After hesitating for a while, I barely managed to say the words that were reluctant to leave my mouth.
“Ellen.” “Why?”

The strangely mischievous face was really annoying, but what could I do? This romance fantasy male lead was my lord.
“But why are you learning swordsmanship instead of flower arrangement in the flower arrangement club?” “Uh, well... I do learn flower arrangement too.” “That’s the basic, though.” “Isn’t it fine to do a little during break time? Everyone seemed to like it!”
Even if not as much as the Sword Master or the small sword master, the second son of the Marquis of Byun would obviously like it. I heard that even the crown prince and the prospective head of the merchant guild learned swordsmanship for self-defense, so if the Sword Master taught it, there would be no reason not to learn.

However...
“Isn’t the magic instructor and the head of the club there?”
The magic users had no reason to hold swords instead of wands. If the squinty-eyed club president liked it, I would consider them a shadowy figure, based on the original story I read.
“Well, about that...” “Our club president, who has been diligently maintaining the flower arrangement club during academy life...” “Since when has it been your club president?” “But those who rolled in took over the club room, and now they’re just messing around with swords...” “By saying it like that, it makes it sound like we’re the bad guys! The president even said it’s okay!” “Ellen, if a prince and a king come barging in and ask if it’s okay...” “...Why are you doing this?”

Why, you ask? If I become a sword master by learning from the Sword Master, they’ll probably order me to become one too...
“Don’t disturb the people doing extracurricular activities. If you’re going to learn swordsmanship, go to the swordsmanship club.” “Mm...”
He seemed to have nothing to say, as he poked at his salad with a fork.

“I’ll do it after club activities tomorrow.” “You didn’t say you wouldn’t go.” “Yeah, I’m definitely going.”
It was a firm statement, unlike Prince Ellen. Scary, this romance fantasy heroine. She could make Prince Ellen so resolute.
“Is it because of Daisy?” “Uh, yeah...”

It was the first time I had seen Prince Ellen obsessing over something like this. Is this the charm of a romance fantasy heroine? Damn, if Ellen finds out I’m pushing someone else, he’s not going to stab me with a sword, right? If he chases me with a sword, I might as well just die.
“So, have you made any progress?” “Yeah!”
What? Isn’t he supposed to act frustratingly like a typical romance fantasy male lead?

His unexpected answer left me speechless for a moment.
“We’re studying together in ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) the library for the midterm exam.” “When?” “Tomorrow!” “Just the two of you?” “Well, it would have been nice, but Arwen, Hedrick, and the president and Violet are going too.”
Arwen was the magic user. Hedrick was the name of the prospective head of the merchant guild. Plus, the romance fantasy heroine, the reincarnation friend, and finally, the squinty-eyed club president.

It’s a typical daily life party combination.
“Shall we have a quick match?”
After finishing dinner, I approached the small sword master who was swinging his sword alone at the training ground.

“…Sounds good!”
Seeing the small sword master grinning as if he had been waiting with his sword, I raised mine.
“Argh!”

I unceremoniously shoved a loser who couldn’t get into the daily life party into the daily life party.
Later, after sneaking into the library, I spotted the romance fantasy group who were drawing all the attention in the center.
“There they are.”

I sighed in relief upon seeing the unexpected small sword master. He was watching over the swordsmanship club, but to get out of the daily life party, he had hurt his right hand. If he still participated like this, I was thinking of breaking both hands next time, but it seemed unnecessary.
“There shouldn’t be any problems.”
Even if there was something, it would probably just be a romance event—early-stage romance fantasy, so that kind of simple event would be all there was.

Having confirmed the small sword master’s participation, I left the library to proceed with my scheduled tasks.
“Is this the place?”
After all classes were finished, most students had gone to the club room in the old school building. So, the new school building, which was used for classes, was relatively empty.

“Late.”
In the corner of the new school building, a small storage room.
Several people had gathered there.

“I checked on it.” Since I seemed to be the last one to arrive, I offered an excuse.
“What did you check?” “The flower arrangement club.” “They’re not meeting today, though?”
News was late.

“It’s a club break day, so a few of us decided to meet in the library to prepare for the midterms.”
Didn’t they know? I answered with that kind of feeling, and everyone frowned.
“Who participated?” “You and your master.”

I nodded and pointed to the magic user and the head of the merchant guild.
That’s right. The ones gathered here were all people in a similar position to me. Shadows who handled the romance fantasy male leads, princes, or similar important figures.
“Arwen didn’t say anything about that.”

The magic user from Dayle’s Fire Magic looked at me with suspicious eyes.
“You’re telling me not to join in, right?” “Then how do you know?” “The difference in trust. Prince Ellen told me.”
He let out a frustrated growl, as his hair, perfectly styled with magic, swayed roughly. He had the expression of a tragic heroine who had been betrayed by someone she trusted, but I didn’t feel the need to care about the magic user.

“Well.” I glanced toward Elias, who immediately nodded and agreed.
“Just the two?” “The small sword master, the club president, and Daisy’s friend are in on it too.”
Anyway, none of the people involved with them were here.

“What are they doing?” “What do you think? Studying in the library.”
They were attracting all the attention, but nothing significant would happen.
“Ugh. Why didn’t we stop them? We agreed not to participate.” Dayle’s fire magic user, whose situation was similar to Leon’s, grumbled.

“We didn’t stop them. Why didn’t you?” “Ugh!” “You weren’t even aware of the meeting in the first place, so what do you have to say about it?” “...” “This is why magic users...” “Just swordsmen, huh...”
They mumbled with a look of frustration but had already accepted their defeat. Unlike the magic users who would tear into us like wolves if they got the chance, I’m a noble swordsman. I should show some mercy to the losers.
“Your prince sat next to Daisy, huh?” “Ugh!” “They were so perfectly making hearts with their eyes that it made me—” “Uwaah!”

I told them what I saw kindly, and the fire magic user ran off crying.
“…Isn’t that a bit much?” “Leon and Dayle are usually like this.” “Is that so?”
Hearing that from the person involved, I nodded and let it slide, feeling some maturity. Or maybe it was just his face?

Claiming he was the same age as us with that face. Even though the Imperial Academy is an institution under the empire, isn’t this a bit much?
“Let’s start talking seriously.”
Looking at me, the shadow of Prince Esid, the one who seemed to be over thirty just by looking at his face, but who claimed to have been cursed with premature aging due to drinking a wrong potion when he was young, the self-proclaimed 19-year-old Eryun Cleed opened the conversation.

“You were right. I’ve sent our informants, and several traces were found near the academy.”
What I had said wasn’t anything special. I simply told the Empire that it seemed like a group was planning to raid the academy around midterm exams—something completely typical in academy-type stories.
“Right?”

For plot reasons, I wondered if the Empire’s intelligence department was too incompetent to find the traces, but I guess the Empire was still the Empire.
“Good thing. Various guests from other countries were coming to study, so we almost made a mistake.”
While saying that, his eyes were clearly asking, ‘How did these guys know information we didn’t? How many people have they planted here?’

“Glad to hear it.” I smiled and tried to imitate the head of the flower arrangement club, showing a gentle smile.
“Thank you, thank you. I want to reward those who helped at the Empire level, but...” “It’s no big deal. You can just give everything to me.”
I casually passed it off with a smile, like the "Congratulations! You’ve won a prize, so please give us your address!" message. In reality, I had done all the work.

Our intelligence department was currently busy planning the small sword master’s date course.
“Well then, later I’ll prepare an appropriate gift set.”
He said that as he took some papers from his bag and handed them out like handing out worksheets.

“I found traces of a radical faction from the Eres Liberation Front.”
Eres was the name of an ancient kingdom included in the Empire’s territory, a kingdom that had fallen more than 200 years ago.
“Did elves live in Eres?” “They’re raiding the academy to ‘liberate’ a kingdom that fell 200 years ago... These guys really don’t have anything better to do.”

“They’re raiding the academy to ‘liberate’ a kingdom that fell 200 years ago... These guys really don’t have anything better to do.”
“Well, in the original story, the early villains had black magicians behind them,” I mused. “And those black magicians were actually worshipers of an evil god. And behind them were demons that had escaped from the Demon Realm. Later, the gates of the Demon Realm would open and the Demon Lord would come out, right?”
“Is that so?” Eryun asked, looking thoughtful.

I nodded, remembering the basic flow of the original plot. It seemed like that was going to play out here too.
“So, are you going to deal with the Eres people?”
“…” “…” “…”

The unspoken pressure made Eryun sigh, then nod.
“We’ll handle it on our side.”
Eryun, who confidently made the declaration, seemed to think he could stop the forces of a romance fantasy world. But really?

“An attack!”
It seemed like it was going to be a tough one.