The Hero King, Reincarnate to Master the Art of War ~And Thus, I Became The Strongest Knight Disciple (♀) in The World~-Chapter 467 - 16-year-old Inglis and the Knight Academy Seminar Festival (5)

Chapter 467: 16-year-old Inglis and the Knight Academy Seminar Festival (5)

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"No, no. This is for our sales! Just put up with it! The money goes toward cafeteria funds."

"Th-That's true, but…!"

"Look, even Senior Yua, who doesn't eat like we do, is working hard!"

Following Rafinha's pointing finger—

"There."

Thud!

Yua effortlessly overpowered a man with a rather large and heavy-looking build.

"Guooh…!? Ow, ow…! Damn, that's some strength. I lost."

"Nice fight, old man."

Yua, with a blank expression, gave her defeated opponent a brief word of encouragement.

"Good, good! Miss Yua! Now, who's the next challenger…!"

On that side, Principal Miliera was taking charge, swiftly handling one challenger after another.

"…Hold on a moment."

"Hm?"

"They're here."

Ahead of Yua’s gaze was a young boy being tugged along by Maurice, who had transformed into a small magic stone beast and was now clinging to his sleeve.

He wasn’t a student of the Knight Academy, but he seemed to be around the same age, with delicate, almost charmingly handsome features.

"W-What the heck is this thing…!? Why did it drag me all the way here…?"

"Welcome."

Yua greeted the boy with a blank expression.

"Huh? What do you mean?"

"Here."

Yua held out her hand for an arm-wrestling match, but the boy had no idea what she was trying to do.

"No, seriously, what's going on?"

"Arm wrestling. You get a prize if you win."

"But of course, we do charge a participation fee," Principal Miliera added.

"Eeh!? I don’t have that kind of money…! I need to get back to minding the shop—"

Many merchants had set up stalls to coincide with today’s Knight Academy Seminar Festival. The boy was probably one of them.

"Minding the shop?"

"Yeah, I need to earn money for my family's medical expenses—"

"Good, good."

Yua said, patting the boy’s head.

For Yua to touch someone on her own like this meant she probably found his appearance to her liking. So, she had Maurice find him and bring him over.

"S-So can I go now?"

"No. Stop him, Beansprout."

As the boy tried to stand up, the tiny magic stone beast, Maurice, tugged firmly on his pants leg and yanked him back down.

"Uwah!?"

The boy lost his balance and fell to the ground. And in the process, his pants slid down.

"Ho ho…" Yua looked somewhat pleased.

"W-What are you doing!?" The boy protested as he pulled his pants back up.

"Calm down. Here, arm wrestling. No entry fee."

"You’ll let me go if I do it, right!? Fine, I’ll do it!"

"Okay, ready… go!"

Without much choice, the arm-wrestling match began—

"Ugh, grrrrr…! It… It won't budge at all…!?"

The boy's face turned bright red as he strained, but Yua’s arm didn’t move an inch.

"Well, yeah, there's no way a scrawny kid like that would win."

"Yeah, especially when even that big guy lost so easily."

"How the heck do you even train like that…? The Knight Academy’s training must be insane."

As the audience murmured and watched intently, the match came to an unexpected conclusion.

BAM!

The hand that was slammed against the table was Yua’s tiny hand.

"Whoooaaa!"

Shouts of surprise erupted from the crowd.

"H-Huh… I actually won…? I thought I didn't stand a chance…"

"Congratulations. Take your prize money."

"Uh? Wait, are you… by any chance—"

Before the boy could finish his thought, Yua casually held out her hand.

"It hurts. Rub it."

"Huh? Oh, sorry, that did sound like a pretty painful noise, didn’t it?"

"Hehehe."

As the boy rubbed her hand, Yua looked pleased.

—In a way, wasn’t this no different from Redas and the others feeling happy just by touching Inglis’ hand?

While Yua was clearly enjoying herself, Principal Miliera couldn’t stay silent.

"W-Wait, Miss Yua! Did you do that on purpose…!? You can’t do that, you know!"

"Earning money just means it’ll all end up filling the boobie-girls’ stomachs anyway. Better to give it to this kid."

"Ugh…! T-That’s…"

Faced with that argument, Principal Miliera couldn’t find a way to refute her.

"Well, if you put it that way, I can’t really argue. You did a good thing, Senior!"

"Hehehe, maybe so."

"What are you two sounding all carefree about!? Then, I'll be taking that prize money from the payment for your cafeteria expenses!"

“ “Eeeeeeh!?” ”

"That’s only natural! Just as Miss Yua said, all the money earned here goes toward running the cafeteria."

"This is bad, this is bad, this is really bad… Oh, I know! Mister Redas! All of you imperial guards! How about this—if you pay triple the entry fee, you get the right to hug Glis before arm-wrestling! How about it?"

"Is that true, Lady Rafinha!? I’ll pay! I’ll pay as much as you want!"

"Wait, Rani! What are you deciding on your own? No way, I don’t want that…!"

"Just endure it! We can’t afford to pay back the prize money…!"

"That's easy for you to say when you’re making me do all the work!"

One of the imperial guards then asked Rafinha, his voice full of anticipation.

"L-Lady Rafinha…! Forgive my rudeness, but would it be possible to request that privilege from you instead of Lady Inglis!?"

"E-Eh? From me!?"

"Haha! Of course, I deeply admire Lady Inglis’ strength and beauty, but I find Lady Rafinha’s lively and cheerful demeanor more dazzling, so…"

Rafinha, like Inglis, had been granted the title of honorary temporary commander of the knights, so she was well-known among the imperial guards.

"Really? Well, if you say so, I guess I can’t help it. Sure!"

Rafinha nodded with a somewhat pleased expression.

"No! Rani, you’re not allowed to do that!"

"Oh, come on, just a little is fine. You said it yourself, Glis. You don’t want to do all the work alone, right?"

"Neither of us are allowed to do it!"

In the end, they somehow managed to make up the prize money just through arm-wrestling. However, the share Inglis was supposed to receive ended up being completely wiped out.