first-class monster.


“This is the last fence.
Something that will make Emma Stuart cry in despair is in here.”


“Hehehe.” Robert laughed until his face twitched.

He thought that it would be better if he just turned around and forgot the whole thing if what was inside was really that dangerous.
But he still felt disgruntled because being scolded by his father meant that he had the risk of losing his qualification to be the successor whenever he got careless.


This was especially so since Robert had many male cousins.
It meant he could be easily replaced.

Robert had come this far with the intent of getting revenge on Emma, who caused him to be caught in this predicament, but he hesitated to turn the last key.


“Robert-sama, let’s just go back.
After all, it’s still better for us to prepare for tomorrow’s Monster Science class.”


Bryan was scared of the Monster Science teacher.

He wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully in class as long as he was unable to answer the teacher’s questions.


Isn’t it impossible for the great ME to get cold feet from this? See this, Bryan.
We will throw these at her.” 


A creaking sound was heard as Robert opened the last fence.


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‘If it’s the size of something that can be thrown by hand, it won’t be dangerous, right?’ Bryan peeked inside the fence.

After blinking several times to get used to the dimness, Bryan caught sight of a building shaped like a sunroom, and many overgrown plants he had never seen before.


“Robert-sama… What are you… going to throw…”


*rustle rustle rustle rustle* …Bryan froze as a traversing black object entered his field of vision.


What is that?

What the?


That “rustling” thing was also there at Bryan’s feet.




The moment he caught sight of the ‘thing’, Bryan screamed at how disgusting it was.


W-w-wha… no, what the heck is that thing?

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“R-r-r-robert-sama, i-is it… okay to throw such a thing? If someone throws that at me… hic… Are you a demon? You are, aren’t you?!”


Bryan had never seen something that repulsive.

He’s going to throw that?

Someone might even get injured.

He’s going to throw that at a young lady in the academy? At a young lady who people have started to call Saint? 

…She won’t die from shock… or anything like that, right?


“Oi, Bryan.
Hurry and collect them all.
That thing’s power multiplies according to its number.
Let’s pack it into this box and pour over Emma Stuart from up above.”


“Hehehe.” Robert was laughing happily.


“Collect all those”(?) what kind of torture is that…

Bryan took the pair of tongs, and while fighting against the coming shivers, started putting ‘it’ into the box together with Robert, his movements being faster than expected.


“Hehehe, I can already imagine Emma Stuart crying…”


Robert’s booming laugh echoed throughout the empty sunroom.

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