The Grand Duchess Is Defeated Again Today

The princess raises her hand.

After that, Frederick came out and tried to convince Rebecca.

“Sorry, Frederick. But I can’t stand this.”

“·······You read the problem quickly.”

“····.”

The two of us, obviously the youngest 18-year-olds in the Empire, didn’t listen to Frederick at all.

The poor tutor of Count Xernias, who realized that it was nearly impossible to convince the princess and me.

“·······Ha, I can’t help it. Today’s class will be replaced with a quiz.”

He raised both hands and feet to two stubborn men.

It was a full-fledged quiz time with a wish ticket that started like that.

It was the first long-awaited problem.

“What was the surname of the imperial family?”

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Rebecca’s hand went up before Frederick’s words were completely finished.

“Princess Rebecca?”

“·······Schuergart.”

“That’s right.”

As soon as Rebecca heard the answer, she glanced at me.

There was a subtle disregard for not knowing such a simple thing in his gaze.

In fact, I was embarrassed to receive that eerie gaze.

Because I didn’t answer because I didn’t know the surname of the imperial family.

After reading the original novel, there is no way that I do not know the surname of the prince, who is the main character.

I can’t even remember how many times I’ve mentioned it in the novel.

“…wasn’t it a problem for the denomination?”

It was this part that made me sad.

Until a while ago, the contents of the class were classes related to the Order of the Empire. Why did the castle of the imperial family suddenly appear?

“If only issues related to the denomination are raised, wouldn’t it be advantageous to the master who recently learned about the denomination. For fairness, I think it is right to raise issues on other topics as well.”

“····.”

But Frederick dismissed my excuses at once with a stern expression on his face.

Because even a four-year-old child could hear it, and it was absolutely right.

“1 to 0.”

“······All right.”

In spite of the princess’s words as if she was bubbly, I had no choice but to meekly admit that I lost in the first question.

I promise to answer the next question.

“I’ll give you the next question.”

“········Pay quickly.”

“Hurry up.”

“Who currently holds the right to heir to the first throne?”

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This time, my hands and the princess’ hands were raised almost at the same time.

It’s hard to tell who heard it first.

However, ‘almost at the same time’ means that someone’s hand was a little faster in the end.

“Master Albert?”

“… Prince Mikhail Schelgart.”

It was me who had the faster hands.

“That’s right.”

When Frederick said that my answer was the correct answer, I nodded as if it was natural.

The right to succession to the first throne, that is, the person who would become the next emperor was ‘Mikhail Schelgart’, the protagonist of this novel.

Although I couldn’t confirm the ending because I left the original in the middle. Perhaps the main character, Mikhail, would have become the emperor without much trouble.

“One to one. Princess.”

Of course, I didn’t forget to make a one-on-one declaration to Rebecca, who was staring at me with sharp eyes.

“I knew…”

“Like Princess, I knew the level of the imperial family’s surname.”

“Let it go.”

“Fredric? Next question.”

“······All right.”

‘What should I do with these guys?’ Frederick, who was looking at the two of us with that expression, listened to me and started talking about the next question.

“In addition to the Dukes of Valencia, there is one more Duke’s House in the Empire. What’s the name of the Duke’s House?”

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The princess raised her hand as fast as light, as if she would never lose at the speed of raising her hand this time.

By the time I raised my hand halfway, Rebecca had already raised her hand fully.

“Princess Rebecca?”

“······The Duke of Bluebells.”

“That’s right. You know it well.”

This time, Rebecca puts on a proud expression when she hears the word correct.

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Just looking at me, I can’t help but see your face full of pride. Suddenly, an idea popped into my mind.

“Princess.”

“······why.”

“Have you used any magic?”

“····.”

It was a bit weird.

I reacted even before I fully heard the problem, that the lifting speed is this much different.

How the hell does a human hand move at the speed of light?

He’s not even the psychic from some common cartoon.

“Princess?”

“····.”

Despite my continuous calls, Rebecca seemed to have caught on. Couldn’t make eye contact with me.

Seeing that, I was convinced.

‘·······Written.’

That my beautiful fiancee, who has an excessive desire to win, cowardly tried to compete with magic.

Because it wouldn’t make much sense if I questioned Rebecca here.

“Fredric. What happens if you use magic during an important exam?”

I decided to believe in the judgment of the referee, the fairest method in the world.

“Usually it’s 0 points, but… I didn’t tell you the rules about magic in the first place, so I’ll just look at it this time.”

“Princess, did you hear me?”

“······yes.”

Perhaps the princess was embarrassed that she had secretly used speed-increasing magic, and her cheeks were flushing red.

“········2 vs 1.”

“····.”

Still, the score check made me really want to hit it straight.

Anyway, whether I want to hit one or not, Frederick, the referee of this bet, asked me to move on, so I endured it.

“What is divine power?”

The next problem that followed was finally a problem related to the denomination I was thinking about.

And I expected that if there was a problem related to the denomination, the divine power would come out unconditionally.

“Prince Albert?”

I raised my hand without hesitation.

Holy power, to use another expression, holy power.

It is a special ability that can only be used by priests of the church who have been called by God.

It is a completely different ability from magic that ordinary people can use to some extent if they practice it.

In general, it specializes in life, and also in ‘healing’.

The reason the people of the Empire believe in God and visit the denomination is because most of them are to be healed of their ailments with divine power.

I could see how important divine power was for the Church and the Empire.

Among priests, the person with the most holy power is called a saint or saint.

“·······The perfect answer. “

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When I finished my explanation, Frederick clapped his hand as if it was perfect.

“····.”

Rebecca was also looking at me in surprise, as if she didn’t know I was this knowledgeable.

I was just surprised.

It’s not that Frederick didn’t teach about the divine power, but most of what he just said was described in [The Prince Holds a Sword].

In fact, it was like looking at the answer sheet and answering, how could you not not be surprised?

“I thought it was a big deal because I kept sleeping while giving the class about divine power to the master. You were studying in a place I couldn’t see.”

“····.”

“This humble teacher was moved.”

My tutor, Frederick, seemed more than surprised.

It was not that his conscience was not hurt by the expression on the true teacher’s expression that he was truly touched.

I thought that reading the original novel would be the same as studying here, so I skipped it.

“Now it’s two-for-two.”

“····.”

At my clear tie, Rebecca started biting her lip, presumably impatient.

Perhaps the princess must have thought that she would win easily.

As the next Duke of Valencia, Rebecca, who grew up receiving various educations, thought that she could easily win the trivia quiz.

But unfortunately.

The princess’ opponent was the possessor of the novel.

In the setting of the novel, no one can win unless it is the author who wrote it himself.

“Now that there is a tie, I’ll take this issue as the last one.”

Hearing Frederick’s promise to finish the next problem as the last one, he and Rebecca nodded slightly as if in agreement.

If the number of problems was set to an even number for nothing, it could become a chore as it becomes a tie.

It was a wise choice to finish neatly with about five.

“Well…”

Frederick drools as if he doesn’t know what to do with the last question.

Thanks to this, the tension between me and Rebecca only heightened.

“·······I will do this with this.”

At last, Frederick’s words were heard.

“What is the name of the saint of this generation?”

“······I beg your pardon?”

Rebecca’s voice was heard as if asking how the hell did she know that?

I didn’t know enough. No, it was normal not to know.

No matter how important a saint or saint is.

Most of them call them saints or saints, but who the hell calls them by their first names?

“······· Is too difficult? After all, another problem…”

Even Frederick, who raised the problem, is trying to change the last problem into another problem, as if he expected Rebecca’s reaction like that.

It was normal for ordinary people not to know the names of the saints of their generation.

“·······The correct answer, Estelle.”

If you are a ‘normal person’.

“····.”

Frederick and Rebecca both looked at me blankly at my answer.

In the study filled with silence, I declared quietly.

“3 vs. 2.”

I hope I won this quiz bet too.