The Lord of Another World: All Wasted at the Beginning, and He Made His Fortune by Taking in the Fem

"It looks like this is not going to end well."

If the princess really cast this spell, several blocks around here would definitely be evaporated.

But Viscount Lomar was asked to commit suicide on the spot? He might not have the courage to do so.

"I'll go, you two wait here."

"Master, please be careful."

Aarons shook his head helplessly, then slowly walked into the field.

He had to stop Her Royal Highness the Princess' actions and bring this farce to a successful conclusion - so there was actually only one thing he could do.

"Claire, can I say a few words?"

"Hmm? Ya... Marquis, why are you interfering with this fair duel?"

"No, I just feel that if I don't say something now, I may not have the chance to say it in the future."

Holding a loudspeaker powered by magic core in his hand, Aarons slowly walked to the side of the princess.

The huge dark magic above his head did make him feel a little nervous, but at this moment he was not worried about his own safety.

"Your Excellency, would you like to hear a few words from me?"

"What... do you want to say..."

Not only Viscount Romar who was frightened to the point of being unable to move, but also the surrounding spectators whose legs had gone weak, wanted to hear what Aarons, who suddenly ran out at this time, had to say.

"Actually, everything you said at the beginning was correct. I don't have the strength to fight at all. I'm just an incompetent waste."

After making a self-deprecating remark in a slightly depressed tone, Aarons turned to look at the princess beside him - the other party did not react on the surface, but her aura seemed to have weakened a bit.

"You said I'm not suitable to marry Her Royal Highness, and I certainly admit that. After all, there are many people who are better than me, and Her Royal Highness may just not have found someone more suitable at the moment."

"Marquis, you mean this palace——"

"Don't be impatient, Your Highness. I haven't finished yet."

Aarons certainly knew that what he said was a landmine, so he immediately reached out to stop the princess from getting angry.

"But since Her Highness has chosen me, I must of course respond to her expectations. Unless I have tried my best but still have not met Her Highness's expectations, I will not give up."

Aarons breathed a sigh of relief when he realized that the momentum of the people around him seemed to have weakened a bit.

"So I want to ask you a question, Lord Viscount. Do you think that being strong means being able to fight... being able to dominate the weak at will?"

"...What's wrong with that? We are nobles...If we don't have power, how can we prove our nobility!"

"So you want to fight me to prove that you are more noble than me?"

Aarons did not have a noble status in his previous life, so he actually did not like the so-called nobility. However, since he has an identity and status in this life, he naturally has to bear the corresponding responsibilities and obligations.

——This is his principle in doing things and also proof that he has an independent self.

"Maybe I'm really not suitable to be a noble. My father is a well-known military god of the empire, and my brother is a genius that only appears once in a century. Everyone knows that they are more suitable to be the marquis."

Having said that, Aarons subconsciously looked up at the huge black sun, and then he sighed deeply as if he thought of something unpleasant.

"But now I, an incompetent person, have become a marquis... Your Excellency the Viscount, and everyone present, do you know why this is the case?"

Because of what? Because you were born as the son of a marquis?

No, if the Marquis was still alive, or the Marquis's youngest son was still alive, it would be impossible for him to obtain this status.

"It's not because I was born with any talent, nor because I'm lucky. It's just that this world is not as cruel as you say."

Strength is indeed an intuitive way to define classes - but what would the world be like if the strong could bully the weak at will?

"Because I am weak, you can directly deny my life. However, in front of Her Royal Highness the Princess, everything you do will become meaningless... Do you think this is right?"

If everything is divided according to the strength of power, then the weak will have no value and meaning in existence. However, in that case, the so-called strong will be overwhelmed by the stronger ones... until there is only one most powerful person left in the world.

——At that time, with only a world of will left, is there really a possibility for it to continue to exist?

"No! The reason why I can stand here is because the weak also have the right to survive! The reason why I can get the title of Marquis is because the weak also have many possibilities!"

Having said that, Aarons took the initiative to take a few steps forward and stood in front of the princess.

"The weak also have the qualifications to be followed! They also have the talent to lead others forward! They also have the desire to look forward to the future!"

"Do you want to deny it? Do you want to deny the lives of those who have lived their entire lives as ordinary people? Do you still want to say that only the strong deserve to live in this world?"

"After seeing something like this, you still can't understand! You are just like us, weaklings in front of a stronger force!"

——Actually, we are not that powerful.

There are many monsters in this world that cannot be defeated by humans. If you call yourself a strong person just because you have fighting spirit or magic, sooner or later you will be trampled under the feet of those monsters.

It is because human beings understand the power of unity and have established civilization and order that they have gained the opportunity to thrive on this continent.

And precisely because the weak also have a reason to survive, this world has not become a cold jungle where the strong prey on the weak.

"So, answer me."

——The dark celestial sphere collapsed quietly, and the terrifying power gradually dissipated.

Aarons' words seemed to have some kind of magic, inspiring ordinary people who had long been dominated by fear, and calming the anger in the princess' heart.

Maybe it’s just because he is a weak person, but he has the courage to stand in front of the strong.

"Do you still want to deny me? Do you still want to deny me, who is also a weak person like you?"

"I...I am..."

There was a silver light flashing in his eyes, and his thinking became swift and calm - Aarons used the ability in his body again, but this time, there was no fear in his heart.

Then, he saw the ending——

"…You are full of nonsense! You are a piece of shit and you don't even understand what power is!"

Viscount Lomar, who did not understand each other, suddenly roared, and the fighting spirit in his body instantly burst out and gathered on the long sword held tightly in his hand.

Then, the Viscount, with a distorted expression, aimed at Aarons' body and threw out the long sword wrapped in fighting spirit with all his might.

"Power is a weapon that can easily kill a piece of trash like you!"

The long sword filled with fighting spirit flew straight towards Aarons' chest like a cannonball.

There was no time to defend or dodge. In just a moment, Aarons' body would be pierced and exploded - precisely because he was weak, he could not resist such an attack by himself.

But he didn't do anything.

"It seems you still don't understand."

Just as the sword was about to pierce Aarons' body, countless black threads instantly emerged from the void, forcibly fixing the sharp blade wrapped in fighting spirit in this position.

Then a black-haired and brown-skinned figure suddenly jumped into the field, quickly approached the viscount who threw the weapon with a nimble posture, and threw an extremely powerful hook at his jaw.

"Omit the chant, cancel the attribute compression - [Darkness Rush]."

And when the Viscount's thin body flew high with the sound of bones breaking that echoed throughout the venue, a dark beam of light suddenly swallowed up his body and shot towards the other side of the sky at an angle.

"——The so-called power does not necessarily have to be possessed by oneself."

Finally, when the pierced sky recovered from the brief darkness, Aarons uttered his final answer.