Volume 3 Episode 1 – The Duke’s Dashing Daughter


I Just Wanted to Call Off the Arranged Marriage With the Princessโ€”Someone I Could Never Possibly Be a Match Forโ€”But for Some Reason, She Took a Liking to Me and Is Now Closing in on Me


I canโ€™t keep skipping class forever.

Whether at the academy or the mansion, Iris doesnโ€™t seem to mind, but sheโ€™s been skipping class just to keep me company. Even I, who isnโ€™t exactly enthusiastic about classes, have to admit that this situationโ€”where Iโ€™ve lost sight of why weโ€™re even attending the academyโ€”is a bit troubling.

Things havenโ€™t changed a bit since before we enrolled.

โ€œIโ€™ll go to class tomorrow.โ€

โ€œYeah.โ€

While we sat around the dining table at the mansion in the capital, I declared I was giving up my delinquent ways, but Iris didnโ€™t seem interested. She didnโ€™t seem very interested when we enrolled in the academy either, did she?

And yet, here I am, being dragged along with her. It really makes me sad, honestly.

โ€œAnyway, Iโ€™ll be cooking tomorrow morning, soโ€ฆโ€

It looks like the academy is closed tomorrow.

ใ€€ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†ใ€€โ—†

Back in the academy classroom for the first time in a few days, I was still the center of attention.

I still feel curiosity and disgust, but now thereโ€™s a hint of pity mixed in, and it almost makes me want to cry. I sit next to Iris in the very back row by the window.

I slump over my desk as soon as I get to school.

โ€œYouโ€™re quite the popular one, arenโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s normal, isnโ€™t it?โ€

โ€œWell, I guess thatโ€™s true for Iris.โ€

But this wasnโ€™t the kind of attention youโ€™d expect for just the third son of a viscount. This wasโ€ฆ the princessโ€™s guy? Her fiancรฉ? โ€œHey, hey, arenโ€™t you new students trying to act a little too cool here?โ€ โ€œLetโ€™s have a little chat on the rooftop to get to know each other better?โ€ Thatโ€™s exactly the kind of thing theyโ€™d say.

Even if that happened, I was going to put up a fight! I was even thinking of using Iris as a shield, but until the teacher arrived, even though I could feel people staring, not a single student actually came over to talk to me.

โ€œThatโ€™s kind of surprising.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s normal, isnโ€™t it?โ€

I donโ€™t get what โ€œnormalโ€ means for a princess.

The only one who showed any reaction of surprise toward us was the teacher; they looked startled every time a teacher switched classes, but that was about it. There were no back-and-forth jabs or behind-the-back fightsโ€”nothing that obvious.

It was a total letdown.

โ€œLetโ€™s go to lunch.โ€

โ€œYouโ€™re so carefree, arenโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s just how it is.โ€

As if to say this situation was perfectly normal, Iris grabbed my sleeve and pulled me along. Even as we walked past the back of the classroom, peopleโ€™s eyes followed us, but no one said a word.

โ€œIs aristocratic society surprisingly kindโ€ฆ?โ€

โ€œOf course not.โ€

Iris, who insists this is just normal, denies it.

I, too, had imagined them to be more underhandedโ€”the kind of people who hide daggers behind their smilesโ€”but seeing them act so consistently like this actually feels eerie.

Itโ€™s not just the envy and jealousy directed at me; what bothers me most is that they donโ€™t even try to get close to Iris, the princess.

โ€œI told you, this is just normal for me.โ€

โ€œHuh.โ€

โ€œTake an interest.โ€

โ€œWait, which is it?โ€

Just as I was about to accept that and end the conversation, she lashed out at me. If I show interest, she brushes me off coldly; if I try to forget about it, she grabs me and demands I ask more questions.

Even kids are a bit more straightforward and easy to read than this.

โ€œAre you some kind of capricious little cat?โ€

โ€œDid you say I was cute?โ€

โ€œI didnโ€™t.โ€

She flicked my nose with her finger. Was that my fault?

Feeling the stares of those around me, I walked down the hallway and arrived at the cafeteria. It was essentially a restaurant, with students enjoying their meals in the spacious hall, engrossed in lively conversation.

Unlike a commonerโ€™s tavern, the conversation was quiet and refined. There was a quiet tensionโ€”the kind where dropping a single fork would draw everyoneโ€™s attention.

For an aristocrat, thatโ€™s something you get used to as naturally as breathing, so itโ€™s not really worth worrying about, but it felt a little suffocating.

โ€œโ€ฆWasnโ€™t there anywhere else we could eat?โ€

โ€œYou could eat in the salon, but that place has its own set of hassles. The factions.โ€

โ€œIs there really such a thing?โ€

โ€œItโ€™s a gathering of nobles, after all.โ€

I found myself oddly convinced. Is there no place in this academy where I can rest in peace?

Though I found the whole thing a hassle, I entered the dining hall, where a waiter escorted me to my seat. The table was covered in a white tablecloth, with a purple flower arranged in the center. I wondered if enjoying things like this was just part of being a noble.

The waiter placed the menu down, bowed, and left. As expected of a school attended by nobles, the service was impeccably polite.

โ€œWhat are you having?โ€

โ€œMeat.โ€

โ€œI knew youโ€™d say that.โ€

Iris turned down the corners of her mouth in exasperation.

โ€œItโ€™s delicious, isnโ€™t it?โ€

โ€œIsnโ€™t there anything a little more sophisticated?โ€

โ€œThen pie.โ€

โ€œMeat pie?โ€

โ€œOf course.โ€

She let out a sigh.

Bread and soup are nice, but for lunch, I really wanted something hearty. It wouldnโ€™t be bad to nibble on small pastries, chat away, and sip tea. But meat is delicious.

Maybe Iโ€™ll just order whatever they recommend.

Just as I was thinking that, Iris hid the lower half of her face with the menu and looked at me, lowering the corners of her eyes that usually turned up at the corners.

โ€œBut we donโ€™t really serve meat at the mansion, do we?โ€

I raised my hand to call the waiter as if nothing had happened, and from behind the menu, Iris let out a quiet chuckle. Feeling uncomfortable in my seat, I pulled back my chair, but unfortunately bumped into the person behind me.

โ€œIโ€™m sorry.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s my fault for standing behind you, so donโ€™t worry about it.โ€

โ€œHuh?โ€

It was a familiar, androgynous voice.

A voice that combined the low tones of a boy with the high tones of a girl. There are quite a few young people who refer to themselves as โ€œboku,โ€ but only one person came to mind who possessed a voice that embodied such refreshing charm.

I placed my hand on the armrest of the chair and turned around. Just as Iโ€™d imagined, a dashing young woman was standing there, raising her hand with a smile that would charm any woman.

โ€œItโ€™s been a while, Lucian.โ€

โ€œAisiaโ€ฆ?โ€

As I called out her name, as if to myself, she added a touch of joy to her smile and, with the graceful poise befitting a dukeโ€™s daughter, gave her skirt a little lift.


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