Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 172



Chapter 172.

The moment of reckoning for the protagonist and the yellow-haired boy has come! (37)

“Eh? Ti-Tina?”

Clyde, who had been in deep sorrow, was immediately stunned upon seeing that familiar beautiful face, revealing a look of shock.

His brain was almost short-circuiting.

Alan was similarly affected, repeatedly looking in surprise at the girl bound by the tentacles emerging from behind him, as well as the girl in the maid outfit.

Suddenly, he felt like he had been played.

“That’s right, it’s me, but Clyde, please don’t call me that anymore; if people misunderstand that we have a close relationship, it would be a headache… no, it would be very unpleasant.”

The silver-haired, purple-eyed princess did not continue walking forward but stopped at a relatively distant spot from Clyde.

She looked down at Clyde, who was still sprawled on the ground, with a gaze filled with coldness and disgust. Although she was merely dressed in a common maid’s outfit, the powerful aura emanating from her brows was akin to that of a queen.

She didn’t even bother to use gentle words to reject Clyde; she directly used the term “disgust.”

Before he could feel happy that his childhood friend was safe, Clyde, who felt he was about to be abandoned, hurriedly tried to explain:

“No! That’s not it! Tina! I—”

But as the words hung on his lips, he found himself at a loss, unsure of how to explain the hesitation he had just shown.

“Not it? Clyde, let me ask you this: you should have recognized from the very beginning that person wasn’t me, right? If so, why did you accept it so easily? As long as the appearance is that of a princess, it’s all the same, isn’t it?”

Valentina’s voice was like a sharp blade, easily piercing through Clyde’s self-deception.

Yes, he had indeed recognized that it was an imposter, but because the other person looked no different from the real Valentina, he had agreed, even wanting to treat her as the real Valentina, to do things with her at night that couldn’t be described in detail…

But, but he really liked Valentina!

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“Shut up! Clyde, your excuses will only lower my opinion of you further. And that was the last time. If you don’t change how you address me, next time I will imprison you for ‘disrespecting the royal family.’”

“!!!!!!!”

But before he could explain anything this time, the princess’s voice, filled with impatience and disgust, interrupted him.

It was the first time Clyde saw such a look of disdain from his childhood friend—not directed at someone else, but at him.

“Ah! Ahhh!!! No! No, Your Highness!!!!”

As his familiar childhood friend looked at him with unprecedented disgust, Clyde was struck by that force, feeling both fear and regret as tears streamed down his face, changing how he addressed her.

Like a cowardly man caught cheating, he cried incessantly, begging for his girlfriend’s forgiveness.

But it was useless, utterly useless.

Valentina, no longer wanting to say anything more to him, turned and walked towards Allen.

Seeing his childhood friend in such a strange state, Clyde felt as if she had been taken away from him.

The childhood friend who once shared amusing stories with him, who was upright and kind, and who sought attention out of a fear of loneliness, was never coming back.

—Whose fault is this, anyway? Who should he hold responsible for this!!!

It certainly wasn’t his fault. Feeling as if his heart were about to split open, Clyde hung his head in regret, but soon he was reduced to a pitiful state, burying his face in the ground and crying.

“Oh dear, oh dear, I see now. No wonder I lost last time; it turns out you used a trick to win against me. But so what? Tina, you wouldn’t want your father, mother, brother, and this acquaintance over here to die, would you?”

Seeing Clyde’s clownish demeanor, Allen actually felt quite pleased, as he believed that even so, he remained the victor.

How could Valentina possibly win against him now that she had emerged?

After making a very standard remark typical of a blonde, Allen commanded the independent tentacles on the other side to increase their assault on Agatha.

“Ugh—!?”

Then, on Agatha’s once smooth and tidy abdomen, an ugly bulge appeared, resembling a snake.

Allen’s meaning was simple: if Valentina did not surrender, the tentacles would pierce through Agatha’s body, impaling her directly, leading to a painful death.

“Acquaintance? What are you talking about? I don’t know those people over there at all. As for my father, mother, and younger brother? Ha! Why would you think that those three would pose a threat if you couldn’t even capture the first prince and princess? If anything, my brother and sister might actually be happy about it.”

“As for my thoughts? Sorry, my family consists only of my late mother. It doesn’t matter if that kind of person is dead; after all, just as they hated me, I actually despise them too. By the way, you don’t think you’ve really got me figured out, do you, Allen? Who do you think was behind your resurrection?”

“Uh!?”

However, Allen’s wicked, blonde smirk didn’t last long before he was choked by Valentina’s mocking response.

But what left him even more speechless was the expression on Her Highness the Princess’s face at that moment.

Because that expression was clearly one of looking at an irredeemable clown, her lips curling up in a light laugh filled with disdain, her deep purple eyes brimming with contempt and amusement.

Even the sides of her cheeks were slightly flushed with a charming hue from her desire to laugh.

But that flush wasn’t from shyness or anger; it was simply from pure joy.

“W-what do you mean by that…?!”

Like Clyde, who was still sulking, Allen clearly couldn’t accept what was happening for a moment. He wanted to loudly question the princess before him about what she meant.

But before Allen could finish his words, he noticed that the tentacle magic circle on his side seemed to have been forcefully destroyed by some attack.

He hurriedly looked over, only to find that someone had pierced through both the tentacles and Agatha, who was bound by them.

Strangely, after the tentacles disappeared, Agatha, who had a fatal wound on her abdomen, didn’t bleed; instead, her body was turning into magical particles, dissipating into this world.

And behind that white light, which seemed to vanish like fireflies, a figure of a young man with unfamiliar black hair emerged.

It was Noah who decisively led Agatha, who had suffered humiliation from the tentacles, to leave this world.

Her life had been far too tragic, with both her own issues and those of the world. As an evil god, all Noah could do was help her return to a peaceful death sooner.

And when Noah noticed the surprised gaze of the blonde Allen approaching him, a wild, arrogant smile gradually appeared on his lips.

“Hey! Mr. Allen, I suppose this is our first meeting, right? But you don’t need to know who I am; after all, this is your end.”

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PS. This is the fourth update of the day; there’s actually a fifth one, but I suggest you sleep and wait until tomorrow to read it. It’s too late; go to bed.