Go to the academy ( 1)

After finishing talking with the young lady and Seron leaving the room, everyone present was shocked by Simon saying that he would act as if he did not know her.

"Do you think this trick will work on me?"

Estha thought, she did not believe him at all, but now she was helpless to do anything in front of him.

If she did, he might do something really bad.

No one knows what someone like him could do.

"Oh."

She gasped, her beautiful face showing signs of helplessness.

As for the servant and the knight accompanying Estha, they had the same idea, that he was planning to do something and that what he said was just a trick.

Each of them had evidence to support this bad idea about Seron.

"Miss, do you want me to prepare a suite for you to rest in since you came from the capital and you are definitely exhausted?"

"No, I will go out. I do not want to stay."

She said, putting on signs of seriousness. She was thinking,

"I have to get out of here if what he said is true.

There might be a reason for me to stay, but there is no way for this madman to get rid of his personality."

"But ma'am it's not reasonable for you to go in this weather, I will tell the servants to prepare the room, and dinner will be at seven in the evening"

Sebastian said calmly but insistently, he was afraid that something might happen during the trip, especially in this weather.

The knight accompanying Estha motioned for her to agree as they were very exhausted.

In Seron's room, Eamon

((whom I will call Seron now because calling him two names is very tiring))

was sitting on a chair near the window looking at the tense atmosphere outside.

[Hello ^_^].

The system said

[Have you decided what you will choose?].

Seron looked at the system window and did not speak.

[What are you saying that you will not choose or what, listen to me you scoundrel you have to entertain me, didn't you say before that you would ruin any romance novel if you were inside it by acting logically?!, then do it].

The system screen turned red and a hand came out of nowhere and grabbed Seron's neck and strangled him

"Aaaaahhhhhhh leave me".

"Ahhhhhhhhh"

The hand was so strong that Siron felt like his neck was about to be severed from his body.

He fell to the ground feeling dizzy.

He didn't know that the system would try to kill him because he didn't speak.

It was clear that the system was very unstable.

"Are you crazy?!"

He said after returning to normal.

"I won't choose anything. The choices are illogical."

[Tell me how?].

The system was trying to amuse itself in any way.

[But you should know that I can bring someone other than you here and kill you and make him destroy the novel, so you should know that I will not be lenient with you].

"He is a demon."

Siron thought.

"Question: What will I gain from helping you destroy the novel?"

He was trying to figure out.

[Oh, have you started to get greedy? Look at this].

A white and gold light came out and then some kind of pentagonal geometric shapes came out.

It looked like a cube with a triangle stuck to it.

"What is this?"

[It's a device that lets you make four wishes, there's no limit to these wishes so you can do whatever you want even if it's creating your own world by yourself.]

"Four wishes, huh?"

[Now tell me how the two options are illogical?]

"Listen to me and don't get angry, the two options don't ruin the novel, they just change it a little, think about it, the first option doesn't change the novel, it just changes the protagonist, maybe this option is good for me but it will remain a romance novel, the second option won't change anything other than making me live, obviously my character will die at the hands of the protagonist so this option will also be good for me but it won't ruin the novel."

[Hehehehe your thinking is good, yes these options are only for your benefit, but don't think that I didn't think about it, I will make you ruin the novel no matter what your choice is hehehehe].

Siron looked at him as he returned to his chair and thought

"Is this thing completely crazy?"

"But I still think that not choosing is better!"

[How so?]

The system turned red again which scared Siron.

"Wait, listen to me, choices limit a person's creativity. Instead, I will choose to stay in the middle, where I destroy the relationship between the hero and the heroine, and at the same time, I do not make the heroine love me. What do you think?"

As Siron continued to convince the regime to let him do what he wanted, the clock struck seven and Sebastian came with him.

"Knock knock."

"Come in."

"Sir, dinner is ready, the princess will stay here and she will eat with you, sir."

"Understood."

Siron changed into other clothes after taking a shower.

"System, I don't know how to eat like a noble."

[Even the original Siron doesn't know huh huh].

"What?!! Now leave the original Siron alone, I want you to help me with this."

[Hello dear host, you have several options

1- Know etiquette from servant level

2- From middle noble level

3- From high noble level

4- From royal level

5- Legendary level {Etiquette Master}.

You can choose any of them for free this time and no points will be deducted from you (novel points)].

"I will choose the fifth option of course."

Siron chose the legendary level and the information came to his mind, making him feel dizzy.

There were dozens and dozens of strange things and things that nobles do.

(As for the narrator, he doesn't know anything about etiquette and doesn't even know how to eat with a fork and knife, damn the fork and knife and yes, a spoon).

He was squatting in pain, at that moment he was standing in his room in front of the mirror, after he finished learning the information he looked at himself in the mirror and there was a different look, it was the look of someone looking at something disgusting, the information was not only transferred to his mind but also to his body, the way the nobles walked, stood, talked and even how they dressed and other things had been implanted in him, not only did he learn it but now he was closer to believing in it.

He arranged his clothes and hair and adjusted his appearance, although he did not change anything big, he became ten times better than before.

He now looked like a real noble, perhaps even more noble than everyone else.

He went to the dining room, the room was very large decorated with different paintings and rare things befitting the title of the richest person in the world, there was a large dining table that could accommodate fourteen people, in the room Estha was sitting in the place next to Siron's chair which was reserved only for the duchess but because of her position as the next duchess of this house her sitting in this place was not a big deal, but with Siron's entry the situation changed, when he entered the room Estha felt her heart beating as he was more beautiful than he was in the morning, she did not hate him but his sick actions made her repulse and fear him but if he had a good personality she would have fallen in love immediately, she was fifteen years old and at one time Siron was someone she admired.

She stopped her strange imaginations and then stood up to welcome him

"Good evening duke and thank you for hosting me in your palace".

Siron did not know that she stayed in the palace until Sebastian came to him and told him, he thought that she would not stay even an hour, he had seen the strange and despicable actions that this sick person had done so he was surprised that she stayed.

"Welcome princess to my humble home and I hope everything is as you wish."

Everyone was surprised by his response. Usually, Seron would say

"Oh yes"

which was the only word he knew when a nobleman spoke to him.

He was ignorant of noble affairs and their way of speaking and until an hour ago he was acting like any street boy.

Uneducated and selfish, that was what Seron was.

As for Aesta, she was the most surprised by his behavior after Sebastian of course.

He advanced with all his pride and sat in the duke's chair which was in the middle of the rectangular table.

He was sitting like any great nobleman and perhaps better with a position that indicated that he was the most important person in the place.