Chapter: 559
– What a pathetic man.
As soon as I opened my eyes, Soladin’s fragment started provoking me. I tried to casually ignore it since this wasn’t the first time, but its backtalk stopped me in my tracks.
– You fainted just from seeing some revealing armor?
…Ah. Right. I was looking at that ridiculous armor of his, which was hidden beneath a cloak.
“I seriously wanted to hang myself.”
– Wouldn’t that tree be just right for it?
“Pretty sure the branches would break the moment I hang myself.”
– It’d be even more pathetic and tragic, rolling around on the dirt, wouldn’t it?
“You, you were a subordinate of the Evil God, weren’t you?”
I shot a sharp retort at the fragment, but my desire to die was no lie.
Why did I have to faint from getting mocked in front of that Lucy Allen?!
This isn’t just some embarrassing moment; it’s a black history that could demote me to the same level as Lina or the apostles from the Arts Church!
…Thinking back, there are other ways to die besides hanging myself. Should I explore how to die as neatly as possible without pain?
– Tsk. I can’t believe you’re my descendant. To quote that brat who receives the Lord Jushin’s love and likes pulling pranks, you really are shoddy.
“I won’t deny that. But let me offer some excuses.”
– Go ahead. I’ll laugh at all of them.
“I definitely think Lucy Allen shares some blame in this situation, don’t you?!”
– …What?
“That brat is way too defenseless!”
I sometimes wonder if Lucy Allen doesn’t really know what kind of existence she is.
She is so defenseless.
She doesn’t care about the attention around her.
She doesn’t think about how others might perceive her.
When she responds whimsically to gazes directed at her, it’s never sincere.
No, it’s more accurate to say there’s hardly any sincerity. She certainly means what she says in her disdain for the fox lurking around her or for the apostle praising her beauty.
I can’t fathom how those two can casually brush off the continuous verbal abuse that makes me break into a cold sweat.
I don’t even want to understand. The moment I empathize with that feeling, I feel like I’d get demoted from human to beast, so…
Anyway, back to the main point. Lucy Allen doesn’t care one bit how she appears to the people around her.
In the past, from afar, she seemed beautiful and cute, but she was something you would never want to approach.
The moment you got close, it felt like thorns would fly out and tear your heart apart, making it impossible for anyone to comfortably appreciate her appearance.
That’s why, when she just joined the academy, her surroundings were empty.
People who became tired of her for various reasons fled from her, not wanting to get embroiled with Lucy Allen again, and those who didn’t actively hate her merely observed from a distance.
In any case, Lucy Allen appears like a work of art from afar.
In other words, she was something that couldn’t become more than just a piece of art. Who would want to possess something that curses you the moment you touch it?
Even now, most people don’t approach Lucy Allen.
Even if they became interested due to the adornments from the Arts Church. They might think she’s different from the rumors, blessed and possessing divinity, but her past thorns make them fear her, and they’re scared of being captured by her playful crimson eyes, worried about the onlookers who might take an interest in them.
Thus, most people don’t realize how defenseless Lucy Allen truly is.
Lucy Allen approaches others with unreserved kindness.
She smiles as if it’s nothing and lures people in with her playful eyes, and the moment they lose focus, she’s already standing back with a smirk, scanning their bodies with a laugh.
It’s not just me. She treats anyone around her like a toy.
In that process, she doesn’t think one bit about how much the toy’s heart might waver. She doesn’t suspect it at all. At most, she figures she just made someone a bit angry and laughs it off.
“That’s how it was just now! She’s always chattering about how cute and pretty she is but never thinks others would view her that way! Just looking at her tilting her head makes me want to explode!”
Lucy Allen’s appearance has been famous since ancient times. Otherwise, how could someone who causes incidents wherever she goes keep attending social circles?
Back then, too, she charmed others with her smile and shredded them with her words, only recently adding even more beauty to her style.
The Apostle from the Arts Church, notorious for being finicky about art, doesn’t show her reverence for nothing.
Ask anyone who passes by. Even those who hate Lucy Allen so much they want to kill her would respond the same way.
Lucy Allen is beautiful. It wouldn’t be strange to say a goddess has descended.
“That girl showed up wearing that ridiculous armor! As if that wasn’t enough, she snuck in beneath me and ambushed me! How am I supposed to endure that?!”
If it weren’t for that last insult, I might have barely kept my composure. I had built up some resistance until now.
However, the embarrassment she cast with her sly grin shattered everything.
“She’s more fox-like than a fox! The fact that she enchants those around her without even intending to is just pure malice!”
It was only me who collapsed, but everyone wavered.
The Saintess seemed to be struggling just to hold onto her faltering legs, and Frey Kent pretended to be indifferent, but her hidden hand was shaking. Karl, turning away to avoid witnessing his master’s disgrace, kept glancing back.
I’m not the only one who’s strange! The one who’s strange is Lucy Allen! If she were more conscious of how she appeared, this wouldn’t have happened!
– So you’re saying that brat is entirely to blame?
“That’s… not true.”
I’m not unaware of why Lucy Allen is so twisted.
From what I hear, she has made enemies out of everyone with all her wicked deeds, so she would never think anyone would have goodwill toward her.
Just like how I struggled desperately to exalt my mother’s name after forgetting I was meant to be happy about her death—her years of hatred have robbed her of the chance to be loved.
“I know that’s why it infuriates me. There’s nowhere to complain about it.”
As I grip my hair in frustration, the fragment let out a chuckle.
– At this rate, her dullness will never be resolved in her lifetime. External people will lurk for dullness, and internal people can’t tell her she’s dull.
“What can I do? All I can do is try my best not to misunderstand while playing the role of her toy.”
She’s bound to get hurt hard someday. The people in this world aren’t as perceptive as we are. Someone will misunderstand her greatly, and Lucy Allen will take the brunt of it.
…But I can’t help wondering if there are truly capable people who could cause trouble for her.
Arthur, mumbling to himself, stood up and sighed as he heard sounds of battle nearby.
Damn it. I guess I’m going to get teased again. Not just about Lucy Allen but everyone around me too.
Those guys have no respect for the prince. Despite being royal, the people around treat me as an easy punching bag.
Maybe someday, I’ll have to teach them about blasphemy.
– If I might preemptively advise you, it’s better not to approach right now.
“It was just an accident earlier. A perfect ambush accident. I’ve seen it once and got thoroughly punished, so I won’t fall for the same trick twice.”
Lucy Allen just called her earlier appearance training.
She hardly ever speaks carelessly when dealing with monsters, so that bizarre appearance must be something indispensable.
So even knowing I might be teased, I must go. The trial in front of us cannot be treated lightly.
– I wasn’t trying to tease you; I was genuinely giving you serious advice.
“Genuine advice from you? You’ve taught me nothing useful besides how to enchant a sword with magic!”
– You can filter out whatever you think is nonsense, but be mentally prepared. I don’t want to see my descendant fainting in front of girls twice.
Since the fragment’s expression was quite serious, I didn’t press any further and took a deep breath.
Lucy Allen defies common sense regularly. From the moment I got entangled with her, she shattered common sense effortlessly.
So in this instance too, she’ll break my common sense with ease. I should engrave this fact in my heart.
With this resolution set, I moved toward the commotion, finally understanding why the fragment warned me to prepare my heart.
On the barren land, a fairy was dancing.
She painted the stage with warm sunlight-like divinity.
She drew attention through something that couldn’t be called armor at all.
Through her playful eye-smile, she captured that attention.
She seduced with a dance more beautiful than any dancer.
As she gracefully stepped back, she looked even more like a fairy than those in fairy tales.
“Prince of Sympathy. You’ve finally woken up?”
“…Uh. Yes, I have.”
“Puhahaha. A sloppy man remains sloppy, even after death? What a pathetic expression! So cute♡”
As I felt blood rush to my head, it wasn’t long before my vision blurred.
– Oh dear. How will I raise this one to be someone deserving of their title?
I could hear the fragment’s grumbling beside me, but I couldn’t respond to it.
“Are you going to faint again!? It’s too much how completely shoddy you are. I wonder if it’s even possible to make use of such a premature prince.”
What greeted me instead was the cold, desolate feeling of the harsh ground.
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