Mesugaki Tank Enters The Academy

Arthur, who was dancing with Frey, regretted his decision.

He should have realized the moment he saw the sparkle in her eyes.

Frey Kent, who was rarely interested in anything besides swords, was now so excited as if she were in a duel—there had to be something wrong!

"Your Highness, you're not tired already, are you?"

"What are you talking about?"

Following the dance moves naturally, Arthur tried to act strong.

Objectively, Frey was a skilled dancer.

It wasn’t just that she could perform the typical social dances; she was skilled enough to improvise depending on the situation.@@novelbin@@

However, one issue remained: when it came to a duel-like competition, she moved relentlessly as if trying to overwhelm her opponent.

The way Frey broke up the rhythm as if expecting Arthur to keep up was too advanced for most people to even attempt.

Arthur couldn’t understand why they had to be in a competition when they were supposed to be dancing together, but he didn’t voice any complaints.

His pride was at stake, and after all, his opponent was Frey.

However, after dancing for about thirty minutes, his thoughts began to change.

As he focused on keeping up with Frey’s movements, she raised the corners of her mouth every time he managed to follow her.

And then she pushed even harder. He had heard that Frey Kent once danced for hours, only to still be unsatisfied and torment Count Kent when she got home.