The random characters in the dating sim world are a bit bad.

Moreover, none of the three Leon knew Kara!

"Leon, what's the next step?"

Daniel got up from the sofa and rubbed his eyes, which had relaxed a bit.

"When did you wake up? Did you hear the whole thing?"

"Yes. I woke up when that Kara came in, but I didn't get up just to pretend."

Daniel said nonchalantly, picked up the teapot on the table, and poured himself a cup.

“That Kara is from the Wayne Baron family. There’s no Wayne Baron in the area closer to the chaos, so that girl is probably from Earl Overley. She’s probably being manipulated by the girls from Earl Overley’s family. I gave her a good beating yesterday.”

Lyon sat down, resting his chin on his hand.

“We know that. Daniel and I are concerned about how to handle this matter. After all, we have quite a conflict with the Earl of Overley. Although that guy might not know that. Haha.”

Raymond adjusted his glasses, waiting for Leon's plan for handling the situation.

The sky pirates they fought the most against during their adventures were from the Earl of Overley's family, followed by some sky pirates who had connections with other families.

The powerful lords located on the kingdom's borders often have connections with air pirates, colluding with each other to engage in various dirty deeds, such as human trafficking, assassination, and smuggling.

“I think we can handle that woman. After all, she wanted us dead. So naturally we should repay her in this way. But killing her directly would be too easy on her, so I think we can hand her over to the Kingdom. After all, those guys in the Kingdom are very familiar with handling these kinds of things.”

Lyon smiled as he spoke, pleased with his act of kindness.

Having come here from the Celestial Empire, he had many inhumane thoughts in his mind. After all, this five-thousand-year-old country had a lot of cruel punishments!

"I understand. Are the mechs ready to use?"

Daniel wasn't concerned about how to deal with Kara; he was more concerned about whether his own mech would be usable. After all, renting a mech from Lyon was a very expensive expense.

"The mechs are all set up now. Barutona will bring your mechs over. The airship will take a while longer. We just finished upgrading Barutona recently."

"No problem. The airship can slow down a bit; the mech is the most important thing. I don't want to pay you any more exorbitant usage fees."

Daniel muttered a complaint, finished his tea, and lay back down on the sofa to rest.

Raymond then took out a book and started reading.

Seeing this, Lyon left the coffee shop, ready to make a killing.

Everything seemed ordinary, but this calm in the face of impending murder was out of step with most of the students in the academy.

…………

In addition to the various stalls set up by students, the school festival also features a wide variety of activities.

The highest prize money and the most attention-grabbing competition is the Jet Ski Race, a spirited competition where students from different grades drive jet skis together, similar to the Isle of Man TT in my previous life, with no strict requirements.

The difference between the two should be that one is in the air and one is on the ground. In fact, Lyon, who has already invented motorcycles, could host an alternate world version of the Isle of Man TT. However, given Lyon's current perspective, that's impossible; developing land-based troop transports is more likely.

After Olivia found Angelica, the two of them held hands and began searching for Leon.

"Angie, where would Leon be at this hour? He's not at the coffee shop."

"Hmm~, let me think. It should be the jet ski race at this time, and Lyon has probably gone to the race track."

The arena, a building comparable to the one where Leon and the five-man team previously fought in mech battles.

At this moment, the surrounding stands were filled with students and wealthy nobles who had come to watch the game. Everyone was holding more or less betting tickets and shouting loudly.

Meanwhile, Lyon was sitting in the VIP section, watching the match with great excitement.

"Congratulations to contestant number one for crossing the finish line! He is the first place winner of this round!"

Hearing the broadcast, Leon stood up excitedly, holding the betting tickets in his hand, and roared loudly.

"Yay! That's awesome, I won another sum!"

Luciano looked at the excited Lyon with great confusion.

Lyon's betting picks were always based on his own predictions, with a 99% certainty. Yet, after watching the entire match, Lyon would still feel the same excitement and thrill.

"Lucasion, what's your prediction for the next match? Tell me quickly, I'm counting on making a fortune today."

"Master, the predictions for the next group are number 14 and number 20."

"I understand. I'll place the bet now."

After writing down the number, Lyon rang the bell, and a waiter came in and took away the corresponding betting amount.

Due to the enthusiasm for the airship race and the large number of bettors, there's a cap on bets, with a maximum of one million tia, equivalent to one hundred gold coins. Adding to this the various odds and human factors, Lyon can only earn around eight hundred gold coins per race. However, there are many races, so Lyon can earn ten to twenty thousand gold coins a day. If an upset occurs, they can earn even more.

"Leon, you're here."

Olivia's surprised voice rang out, and Leon turned to look at her, revealing a bright smile.

"Livia, Angela, come sit here."

Leon patted his sides, gesturing for the two women to sit down on either side of him.

"Leon~, you can't do that."

"No, Lyon."

Olivia and Angelica both refused Lyon's unreasonable request and sat down on the sofa next to him to watch the game.

The two girls weren't particularly enthusiastic about jet ski races. Their purpose in coming was simply to chat with Lyon and kill time.

"By the way, Lyon, it seems you've made quite a bit of money."

Angelica looked at the gold coins on the table and spoke, her eyes filled with a hint of shock.

"Leon, you can't go too far."

Olivia had never been a fan of gambling, so she only gave a brief warning.

The three of them then began to chat casually, as peacefully as ever.

Throughout the process, however, Olivia and Angelica would glance at Leon from time to time, as if they were expecting something.

"Huh? Zeke is actually participating in the competition? I thought he would participate in other events."

Lyon was slightly stunned when he saw Gekko appear on the field.

Among the first-year students, there are not many who can skillfully operate a jet ski, and in his memory, there are practically none who are capable of participating in competitions.

"Zeke has loved jet skis since he was little. He's the only first-year student with the potential to win a championship. Lyon, didn't you know that?"

Angelica began introducing Zeke as he entered the arena, but Leon seemed unconcerned, fixing his gaze on Angelica with a hint of jealousy.

Seeing Leon's appearance, Olivia gently tugged at Angelica.

“Angie, Lyon, he…”

Angelica looked over and noticed Leon's jealous expression, then chuckled.

"Ange, you're going a bit too far. To be honest, I hate your praise of Zeke just now."

Leon said dejectedly, like a child whose toy had been taken away.

"Oh? I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Leon. I'll be more careful next time."

Angelica lowered her head as she spoke, her cheeks slightly flushed.

[Lyon, is this because I'm jealous...?]

"Angie, if you feel bad about it, you can give me a lap pillow. It would be even better if Livia came along too."

Leon, seeing Angelica's apologetic expression, revealed a wicked smile, stood up, walked in front of the two, and waited expectantly for their response.

"Damn!" ×2

Olivia and Angelica both refused outright, leaving no room for reconciliation, causing Leon to wipe away non-existent tears from the corner of his eye in sorrow.

"Waaah. I'm so heartbroken."

"Leon, why do you always want me and Ange as lap pillows?"

Olivia took a small bite of the cookie and asked, her face showing a mixture of anticipation and shyness.

"Of course it's because I like them. You know, your legs and Anjie's legs are perfect, with smooth skin and a fleshy feel. No matter how you look at it, it's impossible not to want to leave them."

After pouring each of them a cup of tea, Lyon spoke without any restraint, his face full of pride.

"You're being way too blatant. And aren't you going to place a bet this time?"

Angelica complained, then asked Lyon why he hadn't placed a bet.

"Because I'm angry. And didn't you notice that Zeke's opponents seem a bit different this time? Although that kind of thing is common in matches, it looks like this guy is in big trouble."

Lyon looked out the window. Several of the participants waiting at the starting line were talking to each other, their eyes fixed on Zeke.

"What kind of thing is that?"

Angelica put down her teacup and began to explain to Olivia.

Besides the multi-million dollar prize money for the champion, the air speedboat race is also a major attraction for many people.

If you achieve excellent results in a jet ski race, you can win the favor of many girls and gain a very good reputation. This has an irresistible charm for many boys, so some people will try to bribe their teammates to ensure their own victory.

"But given Zeke's status, who could be targeting him?"

Lyon squinted at Gekko on the field, then leaned back on the sofa.

Zeke being targeted has absolutely nothing to do with him, so he should continue to torment Olivia and Angelica.

A wicked smile appeared on his lips.

Olivia and Angelica were still oblivious, enjoying their desserts. Even if they did find out, all they could say was, "Leon, you've gone a bit too far."

On the field, Zeke waved to Marielle in the stands.

[Zek, you have to win! We really need that prize money!]

Marielle prayed and offered blessings in her heart.

Having lost their status as heirs, the five have limited funds at their disposal, so Marie can only focus on the prize money from the competition for a better future.

"All players, get ready!"

After the referee gave the instruction, everyone put on their helmets and stared straight ahead. The noise in the audience subsided, and everyone waited anxiously for the next match.

"Ding~, Tou~, Ding!!!"

Buzz!

As the final "ding" rang out, all the contestants twisted the throttle of their jet skis, increasing their power and rushing forward, hoping to win a good ranking.

However, since all the motorboats used during the fair period had the same performance, the difference in speed was not significant.

Next, all we have to wait for is the curve, because speed on the curve is what truly matters!

The opportunity that Zeke was waiting for was at the next bend, but some motorboats came up beside him.

boom! boom! boom!

Several impacts rang out in succession, and Jike immediately felt a pain coming from his leg.

"You despicable bastard, don't even think about making it to the finals!"

"For Miss's sake, we will definitely not let you make it to the finals!"

The students who were ramming into Zeke explained their reasons for attacking, their faces filled with genuine anger. Clearly, their anger towards the young lady they were talking about was not like that of the others, who were only acting for their own future.

They genuinely respected and appreciated the 'Miss' they were referring to!

Jike ignored the students who had collided with him, his eyes fixed on the bend ahead.

hum~~~

As the bend approached, Jike used a feint to shake off the students who were trying to bump into him, and then used his superior skills to overtake the students in front of him and take the lead.

"hateful!"

The students felt a surge of anger when they saw Zeke stop and raise his hands toward Marielle.

"It's alright, that guy probably won't be able to participate in the next match."

Seeing the dejected boys, a burly boy came over to comfort them.

"We understand, senior. We'll leave the rest to you now."

"Do not worry."

The burly man looked at Jik being taken away by the doctor without any remorse in his eyes, but rather with a sense of satisfaction.