Chapter 291: Webtoon Special Edition – Extra 3 Transfer Student With Experience (3)

The shock over my brother-in-law’s waywardness lasted only a moment, because I decided to think positively.

“Phew… in the end, he’s still a man.”

He’s handsome. He has money.

He’s the second son of a ducal house.

He’s in an environment where it’s inevitable that women approach him.

That he might get a bit carried away and go from seeing two to seeing three isn’t all that strange.

No. No, yes, it is strange. Quite strange.

In my time, I wasn’t like that. I had principles, respected fidelity, was kind to women, and didn’t flirt around recklessly.

Growl! Growl growl! Son! What are those barks toward your father! Barking!

I feel as if I’m hearing the scolding of a nonexistent eldest son, but it must just be my imagination.

Anyway, I hope my brother-in-law’s deviation is just a temporary phenomenon of turbulent adolescence, but they say the tree bends from when it’s a sapling.

Wouldn’t it be better to impose discipline from an early age so you don’t suffer later?

What if he ends up growing into one of those guys who say, “I’m going to marry three wives”? What if he becomes a womanizing playboy?

…………

……

…

Doesn’t sound that bad?

Growl! Grrrrr… growl!

I know, I know! Polygamy should stay only as a fantasy.

In practice, doing it turns you into a detestable guy. If I hadn’t been cornered by the precepts, I would have chosen only one.

“What a gain.”

“Aaah! No! Not that! I said no!”

“No, but still, the harem…”

“Aaaah!”

I wasn’t like this when I was on Earth! Why have I turned into this kind of man now?

When I hung out with Younghee, Hanbyul, Seyoung, Chulho, Sangwoo, Misha, or Fujiwara, things like this never happened.

Back then, I was pure.

We went with Sangwoo on a hot spring trip to Hokkaido to celebrate a victory at the Asian Games, and by mistake entered a gay bar.

I learned sports massage to cheer up Misha when she was frustrated by an Olympic injury.

With Fujiwara I watched fireworks at the floral park festival, traveled by train with Younghee, appeared as a guest on Hanbyul’s sports channel, and even traveled to Paris to visit Chulho when he went to study cooking in France.

I even ended up accidentally participating in an LGBT demonstration, raising my voice for the rights of sexual minorities.

While I lived a pure youth, full of friendship and passion, it will be hard for my brother-in-law to do the same.

Unlike my friends, who had no ulterior motives, there’s no guarantee that the women around him are the same.

“Tsk, tsk tsk. He’s already getting way too loose this early.”

I can’t just stand by and do nothing about my brother-in-law’s waywardness. If he goes astray, my wife will be sad.

The next day, we entered the same class, in the same classroom.

The Merkabah Academy and the Royal Academy mainly operate with common classes.

They aren’t strictly divided into knighthood or magic departments, nor do you choose a specialization like at a university.

Well, for an upper secondary level, this is normal.

The Merkabah Academy was different because it mixed secondary school and university.

“With that, we conclude the class.”

Another difference of the Royal Academy is that breaks are quite long.

At the Guardian Academy, excluding travel time, breaks were barely ten minutes, but here recess lasts a full hour.

“How enviable, Shia.”

In my time, that didn’t exist. As soon as class ended, I went straight to training.

Anyway, taking advantage of the long break, I took what I had prepared and went to look for my brother-in-law.

“Brother-in-law!”

“Brother-in-law? Ah…”

Rovert Dunaleff reacted when he saw me. Since the wedding, Shia and he hadn’t met again.

“Ah… hello. It’s the first time since the wedding, right? I’m Shia Loch.”

“I’m Rovert Dunaleff, sister-in-law.”

Oh, look at him. That smile is the typical business smile. He was quite close with me, but with Shia he keeps this distance.

“It’s nothing special. Since we’re in the same class, I thought I’d bring a snack.”

“Ah, you didn’t have to trouble yourself.”

Heh. Even if he keeps smiling like that, I know it well. If he has Dunaleff blood, he can’t refuse this.

“Here! Potatoes I boiled myself this morning!”

“Ah, I don’t like potatoes.”

—Boom!

What? What did I just hear?

He doesn’t like potatoes? A Dunaleff? The prince of the Potato Empire can’t stand potatoes? What kind of blasphemy is this?

“You don’t… like potatoes?”

“Not all southerners love potatoes.”

“Ah… I see…”

For a member of the Potato Empire’s royalty to reject potatoes—wasn’t that a place where even babies were born asking for boiled potatoes?

Anyway, as I awkwardly withdrew, my brother-in-law spoke.

“Sister-in-law. If you don’t mind, would you like to go out after classes? I’ve received an invitation from some young ladies.”

“Huh? Ah… yes?”

I wanted to get closer, so it doesn’t sound bad, but this situation feels quite uncomfortable.

***

Shia Loch.

The younger sister of my sister’s husband.

When I saw her for the first time, she had a rather adorable air, but upon entering the upper division, her atmosphere began to resemble my brother-in-law’s in a surprising way.

The dark blue hair she used to wear in twin ponytails was now tied into a single ponytail, just like his, and the fierceness emanating from her gaze and her presence was practically identical.

So when she spoke to me on the second day, I couldn’t help but smile inwardly.

Ah, I see. This young woman is the same as the others too.

After living in the south up through the middle division, this was her first time coming up to the royal capital, and she was beginning to realize how easy life here could be.

He was Rovert Dunaleff.

The second son of the Dunaleff duchy, called the southern empire, owner of two million hectares of farmland and six million hectares of territory.

The next duchess would be his older sister, Marie, and he also had two younger brothers and three younger sisters, but even so, the fortune and power that would fall to him exceeded any imagination.

Just his monthly allowance alone was an astronomical sum even by the standards of the nobles of the capital.

It was not strange that young noblewomen considered him the best possible match.

“Kyaa~! Young Lord Dunaleff, you’re incredibly handsome!”

“Is it true you can use magic? Could we see it?”

From the very first day, the young noblewomen of the capital had been clinging to him.

Handsome like his father and mother, rich, and with guaranteed power as the second son of a great duchy.

I… might I be an impressive man?

It was not strange for a seventeen-year-old adolescent like Dunaleff to think that way.

Rather, coming from a family that was quite simple if one ignored the absurd scale at which they spent money as if breathing itself cost money, he was only now becoming aware of the greatness of his lineage.

That was why, when his young sister-in-law approached him pretending familiarity, it even seemed amusing.

She had a peculiar charm, yes, but compared to the dazzling noble girls of the capital, hmm.

If she had not been the younger sister of his brother-in-law, he would not even have bothered to deal with her.

“Even so, for my brother-in-law’s sake…”

It wasn’t bad to get along.

That day as well, Rovert invited Shia into the group of young noblewomen who wanted to spend time with him.

“Uh~ everyone… hello.”

Shia definitely stood out among the noble girls.

Not so much because of her beauty, but because of her clothing.

“My, Miss Loch. You’re wearing trousers?”

Said a young woman in a striking red dress, covering her mouth with a fan.

Surely, behind the fan there was a twisted smile.

“Yes, well… they said we were going out, so I came dressed comfortably.”

In reality, it was Corin’s choice, who outside of classes simply could not stand wearing skirts, but the young women began to laugh disdainfully.

“Even if you are close friends, this is an outing with the young lord of the great Dunaleff duchy and with young ladies from prestigious families. You should have shown a bit more decorum.”

“Oh, really?”

Among the young noblewomen, mockery and ironic smiles spread.

In the end, she was nothing more than the daughter of an ordinary family who had suddenly risen thanks to her brother being a great hero.

Had she not even acquired a basic education?

“Damn it…”

Rovert realized his mistake.

He had not expected his young sister-in-law to become a target of the nobles’ hostility.

He should have foreseen it when bringing someone of common origin among aristocratic young women.

“Ladies, don’t do that—”

“Well, isn’t it fine like this?”

“What did you say?”

The young woman who had opened fire first slightly furrowed her brow at Shia’s firm reply.

“That among such beautiful flowers, there is at least one bee.”

“…What?”

The young woman was left speechless, forgetting even to cover her face with the fan.

“Beautiful flowers, like you, spread their petals. I, as a bee, only have to flap my wings strongly. Your dress is very pretty.”

“T-that…!”

Just as she was about to say something, Shia’s index finger gently came to rest in front of her lips.

While adjusting an open button at the young woman’s neckline, Shia spoke.

“I think it’s better for you to worry about yourself rather than someone like me. Dangerous bees can approach such pretty flowers.”

“Ah… ah…”

Bare face, without makeup.

But Shia’s wild atmosphere and masculine attire completely overwhelmed the noble girls.

If one were to express Shia’s inner thoughts, or rather, Corin Loch’s, it would be something like this.

“That among such beautiful flowers, there is at least one bee.”

— Dresses are your thing. I’m not going to wear them.

“Beautiful flowers, like you, spread their petals. I, as a bee, only have to flap my wings strongly. Your dress is very pretty.”

— It doesn’t suit me. That’s why I don’t wear it.

“I think it’s better for you to worry about yourself rather than someone like me. Dangerous bees can approach such pretty flowers.”

— I said I won’t wear it. You be careful too. If you dress like that, you’ll attract men with bad intentions.

Corin was someone who would not wear dresses even if it killed him.

“……”

Watching the scene, Rovert thought.

‘My young sister-in-law is interesting.’

It was a huge mistake.

***

“Shall we eat together?”

It was something my brother-in-law suddenly said.

“Go eat?”

“Yes. It’s the first time I’m spending time like this with you.”

That was true. They had barely seen each other, at most at the wedding and the prior gathering.

“Then, what shall we eat? The academy food is quite good.”

“Academy food? Hahaha, you’re mistaken. I meant eating out, not here.”

“Isn’t there a curfew in the dormitory?”

“It’s enough to talk it over with the dorm tutor. It’s me and Miss Loch.”

See that? Already developing a sense of privilege.

Your sister didn’t even go out at night at the Merkabah Academy except when she went to cook potatoes!

Even so, since there was an invitation to eat, I accepted.

“It’s here. A famous restaurant in the capital.”

‘Ah, I’ve been here with Marie.’

More precisely, I used to go to the main branch.

The Visenrow restaurant had its headquarters in the southern city of Duphe.

“Isn’t the main branch in the south?”

“Oh, do you know it? It’s been featured quite a lot in magazines.”

It didn’t occur to him that I had already been to the main branch. Well, Shia was from the capital.

“I’ve been coming with my family since I was little. When I heard they had opened a branch here, I wanted to come.”

“There are a lot of people.”

“It’s very famous. They say nobles come often.”

Oh really? I didn’t know. With Marie, we always reserved the whole place.

“What would you like to order? If it’s your first time, the best thing is—”

“Potato salad, Elbon steak medium-rare, and the duck cooked at low temperature. The wine… ah, right, we’re minors.”

“R-right.”

“You’ll have something similar too, right? I heard you like this duck. Marie told me… I mean, my sister.”

Rovert nodded. Every time they came as a family, he always ordered that dish.

“Will I eat the potato salad?”

“Y-yes.”

“But how long are you going to talk like that?”

“Huh?”

“We’re the same age. Use casual speech.”

“R-really?”

“Of course. Between equals, speaking formally is weird. Okay?”

“O-okay.”

“Good. But tell me one thing.”

Rovert nodded, a little nervous.

“Go ahead… I mean, say it.”

“Do you really not like potatoes?”

“……No.”

“I knew it.”

And thus, Rovert answered honestly.

***

A strange woman.

The more he talked with Shia, the more he thought that.

She was easygoing and informal, yet had a gentle firmness.

She seemed innocent, but hid a wild sharpness.

Shia Loch made keen observations, as if she could see right through him, but always smiled warmly.

“Did you say you didn’t like potatoes because you were afraid people would see you as a southern peasant?”

“Yes… well, yes. Everyone thinks the south is just agriculture.”

“And what’s wrong with that? How much fortune does your family have?”

As if they were lifelong friends, Shia had the gift of making people feel comfortable.

And above all—

‘She shouldn’t be an unfamiliar woman, but for some reason, she has my sister’s scent…’

She even knew his tastes well.

It was a strange experience.