I was Reincarnated as the Youngest Child of a Villainous Noble Family Who Controls the Kingdom from Behind the Scenes

Among the distinguished guests in the procession were not only the king but also Branmud, Lilicia's father.

With a sharp gaze that seemed to intimidate his daughter, Lilicia couldn't help but look away.

Somehow, it seemed like her father wasn't too pleased with Lilicia's achievements.

Ever since she lost to me, she hasn't been able to achieve much, so it's no wonder he's in a bad mood.

In such a tense atmosphere, the world's most nerve-wracking class observation began.

The observers, including the king, were divided into several groups to tour the school.

Our task was to escort each group.

Group 1 consisted of me and Lilicia, while Group 2 included Letitia and Lucille.

Esty was in another group.

I hope she follows my instructions.

In my group was that Branmud.

He was glaring at us with an intense expression, but he should focus on the class first.

It's a great lesson, after all.

Look, even the students are sitting up straight and paying attention.

Though I'm sure they don't usually listen this carefully.

"Therefore, controlling magic begins with perceiving magic."

"Nonsense."

"Huh?"

Branmud interrupted the class.

As expected, Lilicia glared at her father.

"Controlling magic starts with perceiving it? Where does that magic come from? Your own body, right?"

"Y-yes, that's correct..."

"Then what you should perceive first is your own body. The flow of blood, the beating of your heart... Only by deepening your understanding of your body can you comprehend the flow of magic within. I can't believe they can't even teach this. It's laughable."

Thanks to Lilicia's father, the atmosphere turned sour.

The teacher was embarrassed, and the students didn't know what to say.

Well, he's not wrong, though.

As we stepped into the hallway, Branmud glanced at me and Lilicia.

"Attending such a low-level class, it's no wonder you haven't achieved much strength."

"Father, that's too harsh. What you're saying isn't wrong, but this is a class for first-years. What you're talking about is more suited for court mages or that level."

"Oh, Lilicia. You've become quite accommodating to the weak, haven't you?"

"T-that's not true."

He's still as sarcastic as ever.

Knowing that I, the son of the Balfont family, am here, he probably wants to assert some superiority.

He's a small fry who's almost on par with the world king, but he's the second strongest in the country.

There's no way I can beat him right now.

Branmud also interrupted the next class.

It was a practical lesson using magical tools, but he criticized the outdated materials and even called magical tools obsolete.

Since those tools were made by a guild under the world king's control, it must have irritated him even more.

"Hmph, what a low-level academy. I can't understand why nobles would invest in such a place."

My bad. Well, he probably knows what he's saying.

The other nobles stopped talking, and the atmosphere became incredibly tense.

He's definitely the type I wouldn't want to go drinking with.

As the class observation continued and approached noon, the morning session was nearing its end.

Just as we were about to break for lunch, I noticed a classroom with darkened windows at the end of the hallway.

What's that place?—I thought, but then I remembered.

(Hey, isn't that the classroom where my fan club meets?)

Lilicia seemed to have realized the same thing.

If they saw such a ridiculous activity on such an important day, it would be a disaster.

I don't care about the academy's reputation, but my fan club is a problem.

Seriously, they should've just stopped activities for today.

I should've taken care of it if I had remembered, so it's partly my fault.

"What's that place?"

"Are they conducting a dark magic class there?"

No way.

Before the nobles could show more interest, the teacher leading the group quickly redirected them.

"N-next, we'll head this way."

"Wait. What's that classroom?"

"Lord Branmud, that's an unused classroom..."

"Move aside."

Branmud pushed the teacher aside and strode toward the fan club's classroom.

Lilicia stepped in front of him.

"Father, please don't act recklessly within the academy."

"What's this, Lilicia? You've been quite bold in speaking to me lately."

"I'm a student of this academy and a member of the student council. Observers should follow the instructions..."

With a sharp *crack*, Lilicia was sent flying and fell to the ground.

Branmud had caused a small explosion.

"I taught you to speak big only after you've achieved results. But as you are now, you can't even beat Alfis here. What gives you the right to speak to me like that?"

"Even Alfis? He's strong... You just don't understand, Father."

"Have you really become so weak after losing to a man? Or have you fallen for that fool of the Balfont family?!"

"N-no, that's not it!"

I couldn't stand it anymore.

I took Lilicia's hand and helped her up.

Seeing this, Branmud—the second strongest, not the top—twitched his eyebrows.

"Don't disrupt the class observation any further. You're just here to relieve stress, aren't you?"

"You, the fool of the Balfont family, dare to speak so boldly under your father's influence. Not satisfied with just the country, are you planning to seduce Lilicia and take over the Persifam family too?"

"So you really did come to relieve stress. Your precious daughter is about to be taken by a Balfont, after all."

"You...!"

Branmud's veins bulged on his forehead, and his fangs were fully exposed.

He was furious.

He probably wanted to kill me, but if he lost control and caused trouble here, it would spell disaster for the Persifam family.

The world king's influence is still significant, after all.

It's a bit frustrating to rely on my father's authority, though.

"A-Alfis, what you just said..."

As Lilicia started to say something, a loud noise came from outside the school building.

Soon, screams echoed, and the place descended into chaos.

"What's going on?! This can't be part of the class!"

"It came from outside!"

The nobles panicked, and the teachers quickly issued evacuation orders.

It's finally here.