Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 153



Chapter 153.

Noah: It’s time to play god again!

Not only Allen received the news about ‘Valentina’ being with a strange woman; the first princess, Delia, also got word from her maid.

This made Delia, who was sipping tea in the palace courtyard, put down her teacup in confusion.

“Valentina seems to be with a strong blonde female adventurer? If she’s really that strong, I should have heard of her, right? But she gives off a very fierce aura? Stronger than the maid taking care of Mori?”

Delia today was also in a posture of noble elegance, dressed in a white royal gown, her beautiful legs wrapped in white silk, with pure white high heels adorning her feet. Her lovely golden curls cascaded down her back like waves crashing upon a golden sea, enchanting to behold. Delicate crystal-shaped earrings dangled from her petite ears, adding to her air of nobility.

If it weren’t for the strong expression on her face that made her seem anything but gentle, it wouldn’t be impossible for her to be mistaken for a saint.

She only cared about her own beauty, indifferent to whether she was disliked, believing instead that this was how royalty should be. Naturally, she wouldn’t, nor would she disdain, to take a down-to-earth approach like her sister Valentina.

Because of her pursuit of beauty, her maids were all carefully selected beauties, excelling in both appearance and capability.

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So even though she felt confused about Agatha’s existence, she did not doubt that the maid was deceiving her.

Upon hearing the maid respond that Prince Mori’s maid, Martina, had said she could not compare to that blonde female adventurer, Dilia felt a strong sense of irritation.

“…It’s just not fair! Why does Valentina have more helpers? By the way, what is that man doing? Whether it’s kidnapping or blowing things up, no matter how many people die, just get it done!”

Thinking about how the resurrected Allen, whom she had spent a fortune to bring back, had been completely inactive these past few days, Dilia became angry and couldn’t help but curse impatiently.

The maids, who had long been accustomed to Dilia’s outbursts, merely stood by in silence, their expressions serious, not daring to show even a hint of a smile.

Meanwhile, the little princess Veronica, sitting across from Dilia, looked the same as always—curled up in her seat, her face showing a desire to say something but too afraid to do so, not even daring to meet the eyes of her angry older sister across the table.

“Ah, forget it. Just keep monitoring for me. If anything unexpected happens, let me know immediately. And go hurry that man up.”

Although she was indeed feeling angry, Dilia, possessing the temperament of a princess, knew that being angry was useless. She abandoned her cursing and chose to have her maids continue working quickly to gather more intelligence.

Especially regarding Valentina and the ‘blonde female adventurer.’

As for Clyde? Hmph, she didn’t even regard that lowly commoner. He was just a little bug attracted by the royal family’s dazzling light, a filthy existence that would tarnish the royal family even in death.

The one giving instructions to the maids then resumed her tea, enjoying what was not rare, but rather a daily pleasure of afternoon tea.

Until the afternoon tea time ended, and Dilia left with most of the maids, Veronica, still seated, did not manage to voice what she wanted to say.

The words of advice to Dilia to stop and not harbor hostility towards Valentina were right on the tip of her tongue, yet she still couldn’t bring herself to say them.

“…Princess Veronica, it’s wise of you not to speak up, for even if you did, Princess Dilia wouldn’t listen. Instead, she would scold you, so please don’t take it to heart; it’s not your fault.”

The only maid left to care for Veronica noticed the little princess’s distress and gently comforted her.

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“…Um, thank you.”

Though she couldn’t fully accept it, having someone to comfort her was better than nothing, so the introverted Veronica managed a forced smile at her maid.

But then she continued to worry alone.

Sigh… why does the youngest Princess Veronica have such a normal personality? In this environment, perhaps it would be better to be a carefree royal, just like her twin brother, the little prince.

The maid caring for Veronica also felt a wave of worry; she was just a maid, unable to help much.

What she could do was perhaps help the little princess pray to the divine for things to turn out well.

The maid looked up at the sky, silently praying in her heart that one day the little princess could be free of worries and smile genuinely from the heart.

And rather than being unaware of Veronica’s troubles, it would be more accurate to say that the source of the troubles, Princess Dilia, didn’t care at all about Veronica’s worries. At that moment, she had returned to her room alone after dismissing all the maids.

She didn’t require her maids to be by her side at all times.

Sometimes, she felt the need to be alone.

For instance, now she stood in a room much larger than Valentina’s, lost in thought as she gazed at the neatly folded stockings she had just taken out of the cabinet.

Upon careful reflection, could it be that she had been deceived by Valentina?

Could it be that Valentina had actually discovered her maid and was deliberately doing strange things to make her follow suit, laughing at her for being a fool from behind?

After all, upon calming down and thinking it through, it was definitely strange for the divine being who liked stockings, right?

Anyway, she had never heard of the most widely worshipped goddess in the kingdom having a fondness for stockings.

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If she did this, it would have long been within Valentina’s expectations, and if Valentina were to mock her for it, then she really couldn’t help but get angry.

“…Tsk, the more I think about it, the more I feel like an idiot. I might as well just take off these stockings and throw them away too.”

The grand princess, who felt like she had fallen into Valentina’s trap, sat sulkily on the edge of the bed. After taking off her high heels, she began to actively remove the white stockings beneath her skirt.

To be honest, taking them off was a huge hassle, even more so than putting them on. She even thought about just tearing them apart and tossing them aside to be done with it.

—Yes, that’s right, just tear them apart and be done with it.

At that moment, the irritable Dilia was annoyed no matter what she did, so she gave up on the stockings that had already been pulled down to her thighs and prepared to rip them off all at once.

However, just then, Noah, who had been watching for a while, decided to take action.

Come on, if Dilia just tore them apart like that, how could Noah continue to play the role of the deity who adored stockings as offerings?

Wouldn’t that make him the deity who enjoyed destroying stockings instead?

Though it was called action, Noah didn’t suddenly appear before her; he intended to put on a bit of a show.

After all, a deity appearing easily before humans would lose its value. It was better to play the part, to create some ‘miracles’ to be more impressive.

So, at the moment Dilia was about to tear the white stockings on her legs, Noah immediately cast a ‘holy light’ upon her legs on the bed.

A beam of white light, slanting from a direction different from the sun, shone directly onto the white stockings that Dilia had pulled down to her thighs.

“!?”

This made the grand princess, who was just about to rip her stockings apart, instantly wear a look of astonishment.

When she turned to look at the source of the light, only to find the holy light appearing out of thin air, her expression of shock quickly transformed into delight.

It worked! It really worked!

She had truly invoked a miracle with her stockings!

The deity must have seen her pure heart, watching over her!

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