NOVEL WEB Chapter 28.2
Stage 1-28. Everything Is Clear To Me
Arnia licks his lips.
Looking at the medics standing by at both entrances, they awkwardly avert their gazes.
Involving unrelated students… what a total scumbag.
“You’re going to die here. As an unfortunate victim of an incident…!”
“…Was it really wise to spill everything?”
“Doesn’t matter. You’re disappearing here, witness. Rest in peace. I’ll make good use of those two precious ones of yours, and Karen too!”
Satisfied after saying everything he wanted to, the situation finally begins to shift.
“Explode! Scorch! Reduce everything that grows on this land to ashes! [Magma Rain]!!”
As Arnia lowers the arm raised high, cracks appear in the rocks, which break into fist-sized chunks and rain down like a storm.
The range is wide, surrounding everything around us, leaving no space to escape.
The sheer volume transforms the ground into a burning execution ground.
A combination of [Stone Edge] and [Full Flame Body] magic?
If it hits, there’s no surviving it.
Well… if it hits.
“Wha…!?”
Instead of escaping the inferno of flying firestones, I advance forward.
As if taking a leisurely stroll.
With light steps, I close the distance to Arnia.
“Wh-why…? Why isn’t it hitting!?”
The answer is simple. I’m not sensing the firestones, only the flow of magic.
By focusing solely on the magic, my brain’s processing ability increases dramatically, making such movements easy.
Though the [Scorching Long Rain] seems dense at first glance, if I time it right, there’s always a path for me to slip through.
Sometimes dodging by tilting my head.
“Stop it! Stop it! This is ridiculous! How is this possible!?”
Sometimes changing my pace to avoid the impact.
“Hit! Just hit already!! Damn it, damn it! He’s cheating! S-someone’s helping him… That’s it! He’s cheating!!
And with that, behold—
“—I’m already within range, Arnia.”
“Eek!?”
“You’ve gone pale. But for someone like you with a well-formed face, that pale complexion suits you.”
“O-oh, spirit of fire…!”
“You’re too close to cast a spell now.”
I pull my arm back, charging for the strike.
“Ugh… ka-ha…!”
My hand, swung like a blade, pierces Arnia’s throat.
Without being able to absorb the shock, he tumbles backward, blown away.
“I’ll throw your words right back at you. You’re quite the actor. I wasn’t even hitting you with full strength.”
Even though I’m only using about a tenth of the strength I use when sparring seriously with Alice…
Arnia looks as though the match is already decided.
His uniform is covered in dust, his face kissing the ground, butt sticking up as he lies there.
He must have rolled too much, as his belt broke and his half-exposed rear is visible.
What a pitiful sight.
From the stands, I hear snickers laced with pity.
He’s become the first prince in the world to show his bare ass, but obviously, this won’t be the end of it.
“What Karen suffered is far worse than this.”
By saying this, I’ll make him physically realize just how cruel his actions have been.
Through pain, he’ll finally start to feel guilt for what he’s done to her.
The more I hurt him, the more that guilt will swell.
It will be engraved so deeply that he’ll go mad, his trauma forever etched inside him.
And then, Arnia’s arrogant heart will be shattered.
He’ll repent, swearing never to go through this again.
This is my vision for the ‘Crown Prince New Game Strategy.’
“I’m going to hurt you even more. Now, get up! The fight’s only just begun.”
“…………”
“Feigning defeat, huh? For someone with royal blood, that’s a cowardly move.”
“…………”
“Fine. I’ll get you up myself if that’s what you want.”
No reaction, even to my taunts. He must really want to lull me into a false sense of security.
Finally, he understands the gap between us.
As long as he has the will to fight back, I’ll beat him until he has no excuses left.
Playing along, I grab him by the collar and—
“—Huh?”
Arnia is foaming at the mouth, eyes rolled back.
…What? No way.
But Alice said he was stronger than expected… seriously?
Arnia slips from my suddenly limp grasp, falling onto his back.
With him now sprawled out, the pants I had loosened completely fell off.
His tiny, barely finger-sized ‘thing’ is exposed.
The crown prince, knocked out with a single blow from [me], half-naked, is now on full display in front of the public.