Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 164



Chapter 164.

The Day of Delia the Grand Princess’s Suffering (41)

Because his premonition had come true, Noah felt very good at this moment.

He just knew that he hadn’t seen her for a while, and she would definitely appear recently.

However, Noah had only guessed the timing; he hadn’t accurately predicted which defeated ending the other party had come from in this ‘impossible existence.’

“…Oh? This is quite surprising.”

When Noah clearly saw the princess’s attire and appearance, his smile remained, but his eyes turned rather displeased.

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Noah reacted this way even through the monitor.

Delia, who was being interrupted on-site, was also taken aback.

She had just wanted to say which audacious commoner dared to obstruct her, the first princess of the kingdom.

Did their parents wholesale such audacity?

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The moment she saw the other person, Dilia had a retort ready on the tip of her tongue, but it was abruptly stifled by the sight of the other’s face.

W-What, is that Valentina!?

And what’s with that outfit!?

What on earth is she doing!?

Dilia stared in shock at the ‘sister’ before her, even going so far as to scrutinize her from head to toe.

It wasn’t surprising that both Noah and Dilia were taken aback; after all, this princess was dressed in a way that was anything but ordinary.

However, unlike the previous two times, she wasn’t in the guise of a monster, but rather donned the attire of a cleric.

Not a cleric of the goddess worshipped by Clotilde, but of a different sect altogether.

The princess wasn’t wearing a modest nun’s habit, but rather a priestly outfit primarily in white, accented with blue, adorned with intricate golden patterns.

Dilia recognized that pattern; she remembered it was from a particularly popular religion in the western part of the kingdom, one that worshipped the ‘Goddess of Beauty.’

However, due to the limited faith in the capital, it was rare to see anyone dressed in this blue and white clerical garb, let alone a female cleric.

No, that wasn’t what mattered; what mattered was why Valentina was dressed like this?

Hadn’t she just been walking with that commoner boy?

Confused, Dilia quickly glanced at the Clyde trio, who hadn’t gone far.

“???”

This only deepened her confusion, for indeed, there was a ‘Valentina’ she recognized beside Clyde.

So who was this cleric-dressed Valentina?

“Don’t look away! I just sensed the magical fluctuations of a heretical deity; you’ve sold your soul to an evil god, haven’t you!”

But the cleric princess didn’t give Dilia much time to ponder; she forcibly twisted Dilia’s arm, making her face turn back.

It was rather amusing, really; the cleric princess could detect Dilia using Noah’s dark magic, yet she couldn’t see through Dilia’s illusion magic at that moment, failing to recognize who Dilia was.

Dilia suddenly remembered, oh right, to outsiders, she wasn’t the kingdom’s most beautiful Dilia anymore, so that made sense, it made sense.

Otherwise, how could anyone dare treat her this way?

“Let go of my hand! What evil god!? Your goddess is a goddess, but mine isn’t a goddess!?”

Dilia forcefully broke free from the cleric princess’s grip, rubbing her wrist that had been pinched painfully, glaring at the cleric princess in anger.

What Dilia said at that moment was surprisingly reasonable.

But what Dilia didn’t know was that the ‘goddess’ she believed in for strength was indeed not a goddess, but a true evil god.

“I have no desire to argue with you, madam.”

The cleric princess, unfazed by being shaken off, merely shook her head, letting her beautiful white hair sway gently in front of her.

Her reaction did ease Dilia’s tension a bit.

Though she didn’t understand why this person looked exactly like her sister Valentina, it seemed she could manage to bluff her way through, planning to find an opportunity to use magic on Agatha later.

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“…But if you refuse to confess, then I have no choice but to perform the sacred exorcism on you.”

“Huh?!”

Just as Dilia thought this, the priestess princess conjured a lightsaber with magic and swung it directly at her.

Startled, Dilia hurriedly dodged, but even so, a dozen strands of her hair were severed.

“Are you out of your mind?! Swinging a sword in the middle of the street!”

“This is a necessary ritual; please understand.”

“I understand your nonsense! Help, help! Someone’s trying to kill me!”

It was then that Dilia realized there was no way to communicate with her assailant. While desperately evading the priestess princess’s attacks, she shouted for help, completely lacking the grace of a princess.

Dilia felt she had never been this agile in her life.

But there was no choice; if she wasn’t agile, she might truly lose her life.

The bystanders around them were also startled by the clash, yet no one dared to intervene.

To outsiders, Dilia appeared to be an unremarkable middle-aged woman, while the priestess princess was a striking silver-haired beauty.

Setting aside any ability to intervene, just judging by appearances, they would naturally side with the priestess princess.

And those capable of stopping this conflict—Clyde, Agatha, and the fake princess—had long since walked away.

They hadn’t even heard Dilia’s voice, distorted by the illusion, calling for help.

“Please don’t refuse; this is just a ritual.”

“How could I not refuse, you fool! Someone, save me, you useless commoners!”

Dilia couldn’t comprehend how the priestess princess could swing her blade so nonchalantly.

That was a lightsaber that had already cut her hair and clothes; if it struck her directly, wouldn’t she just die?

She couldn’t let that happen! She hadn’t even become a divine consort yet!

Though Dilia’s cries for help were filled with urgency, if she had spoken such condescending words in her original identity and appearance, they might have been somewhat acceptable.

But now, in the eyes of others, her plain appearance as a middle-aged woman made them even less inclined to help her.

In the end, no one stopped the priestess princess’s rampage, and Dilia, who was never cut out for fighting, could only dodge a few times before reaching her limit.

—This is it! I’m done for! Veronica, you have to avenge me!

As the lightsaber came closer, poised to strike her, Dilia, knowing she couldn’t evade it, bit her lip in frustration.

Yet even so, she stared defiantly at the blade that would bring her death, silently wishing that her little sister Veronica would avenge her.

Though she was a wicked villainess, she still displayed the dignity expected of royalty in her final moments, refusing to close her eyes in shame, tremble in fear, or simply wet herself.

And if she died now, Noah would never get to see the true story of Valentina in her sheer veil.

“There’s no helping it, dear princess. For the sake of your sheer stockings being even more transparent and colorful today than yesterday, I’ll lend you a hand.”

Noah sighed helplessly in the dilapidated temple.

—

Then he immediately rushed to the scene, and without anyone being able to recognize him, he leaped up and delivered a kick, sending the High Priestess Princess flying.

“Eh!?”

From Delia’s perspective, it was as if a miracle had occurred; the High Priestess Princess suddenly flew away on her own.

But she quickly realized that it was the goddess who loved pantyhose coming to her rescue!

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PS. This is the third update of the day; there’s actually a fourth one, but it will be updated at 3 AM.

(By the way, I forgot to label yesterday’s third update as 42; this chapter is 41, and I still owe 40 more.)

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