"Peasant! Is that how you talk to her highness!? Do you not know the royal decorum-"

​Quash ignored the guy who was ranting about some royal stuff he wants no part of. His brain was still buffering and he was kinda liking that feeling. And if he gets into a verbal fight, that feeling will vanish. He doesn’t want that.

​But seeing that the simp wasn’t shutting up, nor was the Princess doing anything, she was looking at him with slight interest instead, he pulled out his phone.

​He then searched up a video of a dog barking, played it at full volume. A violent barking of a bull dog rang out. Along with some muffled laughter from the people who understood the implication.

​The Princess was among them. The dude went quiet for a moment and thinking the shouting match was over, Quash turned off the barking. He continued to doze off.

​"You... YYYOOUUUU!!!! HOW DARE YOU TREAT ME LIKE THAT!? DO YOU KNOW-!!"

​Quash ignored the guy once again. He looked at his phone screen once again, the surrounding people, along with the Princess were looking at him with interest and expectations. Wondering what kind of unhinged thing he was about to do.

​Quash went through a few sites and found the video he was looking for. He hit play and the crying of a child started ringing out. His mother warning him to not touch something. And he would cry every time.

​"YOOUUU!!! DUEL!!! ACCEPT MY CHALLENGE IF YOU HAVE THE GUTS LOW LIFE!!! I CHALLENGE YOU IN THE NAME OF HOUSE BARKISLAND!!! DO YOU DARE TO ACCEPT!?!?"

​The dude exploded in rage, unable to take the humiliation. Quash just smiled.

​"Wow. Even your house name has bark in it."

​He said when he turned to look at the dude. He had a sly smile on his face when he opened his mouth again.

​"... I see why. Lol."

​And he delivered a devastating blow that shattered any kind of restraints.

​"Young master Barkhail, please, calm down."

​But before that dude could jump on Quash and get kicked out of the Academy City, the Imperial Princess intervened. Her voice smooth and beautiful to listen to. Her voice carried unmistakable authority that made the dude stop.

​Her words were soft but the implication was clear, he was embarrassing himself. He wanted to say that he was the one that had been wronged but seeing the firmness in the Princess’s eye, he swallowed his words and sat down heavily.

​"Yeah, that’s how it supposed to be, cucky simp. Heh~."

​Quash looked over his shoulder and said with a devilish smile. He was enjoying this situation more than he admitted. He now understood why people bully others. Because it’s fun!

​The Princess was looking at Quash with her mouth hung open a bit. Her eyes slightly wide. Disbelief written all over her face. The person in front of her had zero survival instincts.

​"What do you mean bastard!?"

​Barkhail barked again, drop-kicking every bit of dignity to the ground. Quash couldn’t help but chuckle internally. The oh so mighty noble was dragged through the mud and brought to the ground without them even noticing.

​He had no reason to explain. But out of the massive, oceanic kindness of his heart, he decided to explain his statement.

​"What I meant was, you can only watch as your princess gets married off to some other country in a political marriage. Heh. And you would be left choking on your own tears and snot! Ha! Loser!"

​Quash said sarcastically. The commoners around them were barely able to hold their laughter. The guy’s face burned red in embarrassment and sudden exposure of his crush in such unconventional manner. Although Quash didn’t say it explicitly, it was obvious what he was talking about.

​Barkhail opened his mouth to say something but someone was faster.

​"Hey! What do you even think of my family! We aren’t like that! Imperial father supports all us siblings in everything we do! So stop painting weird pictures in people’s heads!"

​The princess said, slightly offended. Quash turned to her, a bit confused as to where this was coming from and why was she even explaining herself to him.

​"Ehhh... Good for you? I guess? But is that guy your fiancé?"

​Quash pointed at Barkhail. The Princess turned to him, gave him a short glance before turning to look at Quash again.

​"...No?"

​"Do you love him? Or plan to marry him?"

​"N-No?"

​The princess seemed a bit confused and awkward with the series of questions. She was basically rejecting her suitor in public. And in such redundant manner at that. She wondered what kind of reaction would he have.

​And as expected, he looked devastated which made her feel a bit bad. But before she could dwell on that thought more, Quash’s voice cut through again.

​"Then that means he is getting cucked regardless. Since you don’t have any plan to marry."

​"Umm. May I ask... what is a cuck?"

​The Princess asked a bit confused. She had extensive knowledge about sexual intercourse, but this was a term she was hearing for the first time. She remembered no book mentioning such thing.

​When she asked the question, every male had their ears perked up. All wondering if Quash would dare to spill it out and if he did, what her reaction would be. Their hearts racing with anticipation.

​"Hmm~. Imagine this... do you have someone you like?"

​"No?"

​"But still imagine that you do. Now he or she marries, fucks or elopes another person. And you get cucked. Basically, when your love interest fucks with someone else."

​Quash said with a straight face. His answer made the Princess and few other noble ladies blush in second-hand embarrassment a bit. They had never encountered such vulgar words in their life. But they were trained to keep their composure so there was nothing much to see. But the male crowd still silently went crazy seeing such beautiful girls blush.

​"How crude! You- You have no respect for hierarchy at all! And- and I like men!"

​The princess said with feigned anger. Did he think she has weird taste!? She is a traditional women thank you very much! And his words made her imagine stuff she didn’t want to and made her extremely self-aware.

​She couldn’t help but shoot this infuriating boy hateful glares.

​"Want some?"

​Until he offered some to her. Which made her brain freeze for a moment. She was never treated this casually in her life. And she noticed that he had always called her you, and so did she.

​"What’s this? And... what’s your name?"

​"This is caramelised popcorn?"

​"Caramelised Popcorn?"

​"Yes. Corn that has been ’popped’ then fried... I think. I don’t know that recipe. I just made that up for dramatic effect. I’m sorry. Aaaand. My name is Quash Ogmore. What is your name?"

​Quash’s rapid fire response earned him another laugh that mesmerised half of the room but not Quash. He was still juggling his memory to find her name because she was another key character in the novel but her name was like.. really long and he glossed over it every time.

​"My name is Eleanor Phenix Garford De Odgum."

​Quash stared at her with his mouth hung open.

​"Wow... that’s. That’s an incredibly short name. You should think of adding few more words."

​"Pfff-hahaha-! Oops. Hehe~."

​His response made her laugh out loud before she realised her mistake.