Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim - Chapter 182



Chapter 182.

The increasingly defeated Grand Princess

As an observer, Noah referred to this incident as the ‘Resurrection of the Blonde.’

However, for those involved, this event should be termed the ‘Palace Assault Incident.’

Since no body or trace of Allen was found, the royal family unanimously concluded that the attackers were the demons who had perished in the room.

The one who resolved this incident was widely believed to be Valentina, the second princess.

Because aside from this princess, who already had a good reputation and notable combat abilities, the public could hardly think of anyone else capable of resolving this crisis.

Moreover, if it had been the knights or the civil officials who had solved it, they would have certainly boasted about their achievements.

But since that was not the case, the likelihood of it being Valentina increased significantly.

After all, it was common knowledge that Valentina was not favored by the other royals.

By that afternoon, no one in the royal capital was unaware that Valentina had resolved the palace assassination incident.

It would be no exaggeration to say that Valentina was now the most popular member of the royal family.

However, for Grand Princess Dilia, who intended to leave Valentina with nothing, this was undoubtedly bad news.

“Useless! What a bunch of useless fools! What kind of demon leader is this? They didn’t serve any purpose at all! I wasted so much money! And now, hasn’t this just made Valentina even more popular?”

Upon receiving the maid’s report, Dilia learned that it was indeed Valentina’s swift actions—first contacting other members of the knight order who were not in the palace to return quickly—that prevented the incident from causing more negative repercussions.

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This is different from her original plan, okay?!

Feeling utterly defeated, Delia frantically smashed things in the room to vent her anger.

The maids, as usual, stood expressionless, waiting for the distraught princess, neither stopping her nor offering comfort.

Delia’s original plan was something like this.

She had learned from the spy Marlow that the demon clan was going to launch an attack today, so she had prepared in advance and didn’t fall into a deep sleep.

Then, the unusual Valentina would come over with her two friends, one male and one female, to deliver the news.

Right after that, when Valentina lost everything to the resurrected Alan, she would take her loyal maids, Prince Mori, maid Martina, and Marlow to eliminate Alan.

It was just the right opportunity for her to test how much damage the magic she had ‘shared’ from others could inflict on living beings.

But when she received the news, not only had Valentina not been defeated, but she was already close to resolving everything?!

Wasn’t this yet another defeat for her?!

The thought that Valentina would shine even brighter from now on, gaining more popularity and adoration from the public, drove Delia mad with rage.

She had already lost to Valentina once before; she never expected that this time, despite spending a hefty sum to resurrect Alan with advanced magical machinery from abroad, she would still lose.

The reality of two consecutive defeats made it impossible for Delia to control her emotions, and soon her large room was in complete disarray.

“Ha… ha… ha…”

In her frenzy, Delia didn’t care about her image at all; even her proud golden curls had become somewhat disheveled.

At this moment, she was bent over, gasping for air, her legs clad in white stockings, looking utterly humiliated.

The once proud princess, now resembling a defeated dog, stood in such a chaotic space, giving off an undeniable impression of a ‘frantic golden retriever.’

Unfortunately, Noah was currently engaged in a fierce battle in the garden, so he couldn’t witness the scene here; otherwise, he would surely be laughing with delight.

“…By the way, did Valentina notice that I was the one plotting against her behind this?”

Though it was quite embarrassing, she was still of royal blood, so after venting her frustrations, Delia regained some of her composure and asked the maids, who were watching her lose control, for more information in a somewhat anxious tone.

Hearing the princess’s question, the maids exchanged glances, each reflecting a look of confusion that said, ‘I don’t know, I didn’t see or hear anything; the second princess probably doesn’t know either.’

After all, when they had gone to check earlier, they hadn’t noticed anything unusual.

“Is that so… If it hasn’t been exposed, then that’s a stroke of luck. At least I didn’t go out to mock her before winning like last time.”

Holding onto the thought that ‘even though she lost and it’s frustrating, if Valentina doesn’t know she lost, then it’s not entirely unacceptable,’ the princess’s expression improved a bit.

Upon reflection, even though she had suffered another crushing defeat, she hadn’t come away empty-handed.

First of all, she had gained such abundant magical power without undergoing much systematic training.

It’s known that one must practice magic to gain experience in real combat, and with her slight obsession with cleanliness, she was unwilling to engage in such exhausting and dirty work.

Now, being able to easily obtain magical power that surpassed that of ordinary people saved her a lot of effort.

Although she still fell short compared to maid Martina, who was actually stronger than the court magicians, she was still quite formidable.

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More importantly, she had also gained the recognition of the divine, something those nouveau riche could never achieve no matter how much money they spent.

Just thinking about this lifted her spirits considerably.

Fine, let’s just consider it a small victory for Valentina, but she wasn’t losing out either.

The grand princess, who had rallied herself, wove through the scattered fragments, finally plopping down onto her luxurious bed adorned with expensive sheets.

She didn’t say anything, simply closed her eyes.

The maids, sensing her intent, ceased their watchful vigil and immediately sprang into action.

Some worked to restore the slightly disheveled appearance of the grand princess, while others began tidying up the messy room.

For Diliah, who cared deeply about her image, this was the skill the maids should master.

Managing her hair, removing her clothes, and changing into alternative attire—these were, of course, tasks for the maids to serve their noble princess.

The thought that Valentina had to change her clothes like an uncultured commoner while she herself was so elegant made the grand princess feel that at least in this regard, she had definitely won.

“…Um, Lady Diliah.”

“Hmm? What is it?”

The maid, who usually remained silent during work, spoke up, causing Diliah to appear somewhat displeased. Still, she inquired, with a hint of impatience, why she was being interrupted.

The maid better have a good reason; otherwise, she would be quite upset.

“Um… actually, your stockings are torn. Do you need us to help you change?”

Hah, what? So it’s just a torn stocking…

Huh!? Torn stockings!?

The grand princess, who had just regained her composure, immediately opened her eyes and anxiously looked down at her legs.

Sure enough, she spotted a tear on the inner thigh; her body was unharmed, likely snagged when she had thrown something earlier.

“Quick, change them for me! No, wait! You all step aside; let me change first before you do anything else!”

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The grand princess, who regarded her stockings as an important connection to the ‘goddess,’ could no longer sit still. She hurriedly commanded the maids to stop all their tasks and let her change into a brand new pair of stockings herself.

Her nervous and cautious manner as she took off and put on the stockings left the surrounding maids in a state of confusion.

Wasn’t it said that noble royalty wouldn’t personally attend to their appearance?

What’s wrong? Aren’t stockings considered clothing?

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