Volume 12 Chapter 53:  (Patreon)

Volume 12 Chapter 53: 

Later in the cold night, when all the students had returned home, a group of shadows loomed over the area. They headed over to F-class year 1. 

“Let’s destroy the carts and get out of here!”

"Let's do this!"

"They're getting too big over their britches."  

"You're not going to be touching anything." They looked up and spotted Keith standing above one of the stalls. Keith jumped and shook his head, “You guys really think I wouldn’t hear about you trying to attack and destroy our stalls?” That was something he had realized. As he walked around the other stalls, he heard many things. And one was talking about F-class. 

"It's not easy being popular." Keith sighed, "So much jealousy." 

“...” Without hesitation, Keith knocked out three in one move. But that was not the end, as there was even more so with Coen and Olin. The two silently got into position and took them out. 

That was not the end as well when there was a couple of more shadows coming down, 

"Disciplinary committee, Captain." Sakura and the other disciplinary committee members were here.

"Round them up!"

"Yes!" That was when the other members attacked with great ferocity!

"...Wooo." Keith stopped knocking them out as he watched them get to work. They were the strongest for a reason, and he learned why. Each move they made was swift and accurate. 

“Seriously. Trying to take down our stalls.” Keith shook his head as he tied them all together, “Instructor Tennol, Senior Sakura, I will leave them to you.”

“Understood.” Tennol grinned as she picked up. Keith had come here prepared to take them away from there; he turned to the others, “Good job, you two. No one is going to know about this, understand?”

“Mmhmm.” The two understood. If they had found out about someone trying to mess with their class, then it would be a problem. It might make them restless.

Keith nodded, “Good. Now get some rest and wash your face. You guys will definitely get something done afterward.” 

“Yes!” 

Keith smiled as it was time to return to the mansion. But as he did so, he noticed someone standing by the gate. 

“Hmm? Why is the representative here?” 

"I want to have a talk with you.”

“Eh?” Chelan and Keith then walked over to a place without anyone in sight. It was cold and silent, completing the ambiance. That was when the prince asked, “What makes you so different from me?”

"Say what?” You called me here to ask something like that?  

“I’m just so confused. I had everything prepared. We had the more capable people, and we couldn’t win.” That had been on his mind. He had mapped out the perfect strategy for their victory. Plus, he had many capable students as well. 

Despite all of this, he still lost. It was only today that this feeling had hit him. When he entered, he noticed how the other S-class students were focused on something else. Yet, he noticed it. There was a difference to all of this. 

“That was the problem.”  “Eh?” 

“Do you not hear yourself? You had capable people, but you decided to go at it alone.” Keith shook his head, “Let me ask you this, did you ask them what they wanted to do? Did you listen to them?”

“...But I’m-” 

“It doesn’t matter if you’re the leader or not. Sometimes you listen to what your classmates want rather than trying to brute force everything by yourself.” That was the difference between the two of them. F-class decided to work together as a unit, while S-class had one person controlling the entire operation. 

Two different approaches to this festival. 

“That’s the reason why you’re losing so badly. If you had listened to what they wanted instead of going at it your way, you could have been on top.” Sometimes, listening was better than just following the perfect idea. 

Right now, the group was fourth. The gap they had with F-class was not recoverable. It was too large of a gap for them to get back. 

“Let me say this one final thing, you don’t deserve to be called a leader or a representative.” Keith had to say this, “While you focused on S-class, you clearly overlooked the other classes. I had to wipe your ass because of that.” Chelan's sole focus was wanting to surpass Keith. He was so focused on his stall that it caused the others issues. 

“If you keep letting yourself hold onto these petty ideals, then you’re going to ruin someone's life.” Keith sighed as he walked away, leaving him to mull over what he said. But when he did so, he spotted Muriel, Virel, and Arolina watching from afar. They were not alone, as the other adults were doing the same thing. 

“Were you watching me?”

“We were worried that something had happened, but I guess we were worried for nothing.” Julius grinned as he watched. It was the king squad who had come to watch this go down. 

Finrandir sighed, “Keith, is it wise to say something like that to him? Aren’t you destroying his confidence?”

“If he’s getting destroyed by this, he shouldn’t be king.” Keith was direct when he said this, which amazed the others. They looked at Virel and Arolina. Are you sure you should say that in front of their parents? But Virel then asked, “What makes you say that?” 

“Chelan is too high-strung and focused on me to see the bigger picture of what was going on. If he hadn’t done that, S-class probably would have beaten them flatly."

“...But if he's a bad king.”

“I didn’t say he couldn’t be a good king.” Keith tilted his head, “I’m saying he isn’t one now.” There was a difference.

“...” Keith stretched his hands as he headed into his portal to get something to eat. That was always going to get something. Othniel tilted his head as he turned to William, “Your kid is really like an adult.” 

“That’s because he had to grow up the fastest.” Unlike the others, Keith started to do many things by the age of eight, where he was running his own damn stores! He had to learn faster than the others, and he understood more. 

That was one of his strengths. 

“He’s a natural as well.” Thalia added, “My daughter is so lucky to marry him.” 

“Wait, what? Hold up! She’s not marrying him!” Julius's eyes twitched funny as he heard that. 

Thalia gave him a weird look, “Are you seriously still going on about the two not marrying? Just accept that it’s happening. You know it’s impossible with how Carolyn is.” This dotting father! When is he going to accept it?!

"This is not happening lalalalalalala!” Julius held his ears as he sang a song, trying his best to not listen to it. But that only caused William to shake his head, “The thought of us being related makes me want to throw up.” 

“Hey! Are you saying that my daughter isn’t good enough?!”

“I’m not. I’m saying you’re not good enough.” That was a whole different matter. 

“Tch!” 

“But what about my daughter?” Finrandir stroked his chin. But that only caused Sophia and William to tilt their head, “Are you being serious?”

“Mmhmm.” 

“...”