svetikya #364 - War for men
#364 - War for men
The tense atmosphere eased slightly.
Although her appearance caused a rather unpleasant atmosphere, mostly due to Priscilla's overbearing attitude, she had been successfully won over by Zun Zun's tempting cuisine… or so it seemed.
“What is it? You're surprisingly easy to fool.”
Natsuki Subaru couldn't help but retort.
The lofty tyrant had become a simple-minded glutton; this was true gap moe.
“Don't misunderstand, commoner.” Priscilla covered her mouth with her red fan, raised her elegant eyebrows haughtily, and said, “The reason I forgive him is not for any other reason, but because he is my future husband, and that is all.”
“Husband?”
Everyone turned their gaze towards Zun Zun.
Crusch couldn't help but ask, “Mr. Zun Zun, are you and Priscilla married?”
Her eyes were fixed on Zun Zun, as if to confirm the truth of the matter, completely ignoring Ferris's whispers of bad things about him.
The others were much the same, except for Felt, who snorted with disdain.
“No.”
This sentence relaxed the expressions on everyone's faces.
Zun Zun spread his hands and said, “I haven't seen Priscilla since the Royal Selection ceremony, so how could I be married to her?”
“So, you're saying this big-boobed woman is just horny and talking nonsense?”
Felt had mastered the essence of the sharp-tongue.
“You brat…!” Priscilla's fiery eyes flashed with obvious anger, “Zun Zun is destined to be my husband, it is the law of the world, so there will be no problem even if his body is touched! Did you hear that, you commoner over there!?”
“Ah, ah…”
Heinkel, who was being glared at, could only make a croaking sound, but his heart was like a stormy sea.
He knew how arrogant Priscilla was; let alone touching her body, even looking her straight in the eye would be considered an offense and result in one's eyes being gouged out.
The previous seven fiancés had not even managed to touch her body before dying suddenly before the wedding.
What does this guy have…
At least his looks and cooking skills are up to par.
“To declare ownership so presumptuously right from the start, what an impolite woman.”
“Everything I do is etiquette; it is only that you do not understand.”
Seeing the atmosphere becoming volatile again, Zun Zun leaned against the ramen shop door and said, “I say… how long are you planning to watch the show? The master you serve is being besieged.”
“It's your fault, bro.”
A slight sigh, as if complaining.
“Princess, no matter what, it's still difficult to deal with five Royal Candidates at once, not to mention the existence of the Sword Saint Reinhardt. Although I don't know if this will affect the Princess's fun, it's still quite difficult for me.”
Following that, as if to break the atmosphere that was about to ignite in the hall, a light voice called out to Priscilla.
The voice was slightly muffled.
The man wearing rough and peculiar clothing like a mountain bandit, who was Priscilla's knight, and also Natsuki Subaru and Zun Zun's fellow countryman—Al.
“Can't even the world's strongest think of a solution?”
“Forgive my incompetence, Princess; this is not something that can be done simply by thinking of a solution.”
“Al, you're too useless.”
“Sorry, sorry.”
Al spread out his only remaining hand without sincerity; his face under the helmet was unreadable, but his expression must have been helpless.
“Then, I shall help.”
Heinkel revealed a vile and despicable smile and said, “As long as I am here, whether it is Reinhardt or the Sword Saint family, there is nothing to fear…”
“This uncle is Reinhardt's father, right?”
At this moment, ignoring the flow of the conversation so far, a frivolous voice cut into the other topic.
It was Felt who spoke.
“I've roughly understood through the conversation just now. Although I'm not very clear about this guy's family relationships, but uncle… your relationship with him is another matter.”
“…Heh, you mere slum brat, do you have any objections to me?”
“I can't treat it as if it's none of my business, after all, the head of the Astrea family isn't Reinhardt, but this uncle; he holds our lifeline.”
“You understand too slowly, you imbeciles.”
Heinkel finally twisted his expression to his liking, and he grinned, revealing a malicious smile.
“That's right, the position of the head of the Astrea family is in my hands. I have no intention of giving it to Reinhardt at all, and I don't support you. I don't need to say who I support, do I? You've worked hard this year. Your achievements are remarkable. I'll give this remarkable success as a souvenir to Miss Priscilla…”
“Hey, you mediocre talent.”
“Ah? What is it, Miss Priscilla? I'm talking about important things right now…”
“So noisy.”
Following that, everyone was shocked by her violence.
Priscilla said briefly, and with a flick of her fan towards Heinkel's widened eyes, the folded fan cut through the air, reversing his body with astonishing force, slamming him violently on the ground, instantly depriving him of consciousness.
But Priscilla's violence had not ended.
Without anyone knowing when, she held a crimson deep red sword in her hand, and swung it down with all her might—
“Princess, that's enough.”
“Don't be so irritable.”
Al's arm blocked Priscilla's wrist, and Zun Zun's okonomiyaki had already been stuffed into her mouth.
“Seriously, you've even drawn the Yang Sword; it's not good for the heart… Oh!”
“How rude, Al. Who allowed you to touch my fair skin? Although you take advantage of the lack of men to be horny, just leave any thoughts of defiling me in your fantasies.”
Priscilla, having finished chewing the food in her mouth, punched Al in the stomach with her freed hand, while also glaring fiercely at Zun Zun.
“That's preferential treatment, Princess.”
“Shut up.”
During this time, Heinkel was dragged away.
The disappearance of the eyesore was something to be happy about, but the appearance of a more eyesore fellow was not.
And as Heinkel was being dragged away, Natsuki Subaru asked the question on everyone's mind.
“Priscilla, did you bring this guy here?”
“To dare call me by my name… Never mind. Are you asking if this commoner was brought by me? The answer is, indeed, yes. He was called by me and brought here.”
“Why!”
“If I had to say, it's because I thought it would be interesting.”
Priscilla looked around, and said loudly to the speechless Natsuki Subaru and the others:
“A twisted family situation, and the clumsy attempt to repair this relationship, how could such an ugly program be allowed to proceed as if nothing had happened? Therefore, rewriting it into a script that pleases me is worth watching, isn't it?”
Far beyond insidious and venomous.
The heretical viewpoint caused Natsuki Subaru's blood to rush to his head, but before he could get excited, Zun Zun stuffed the okonomiyaki into her mouth first.
“So, what's the real reason?”
“You… chew chew… impolite man… chew chew… my patience… chew chew… is also limited.”
She said so, but her body did not make any movements. Zun Zun's repeated offenses were enough to be cut down several times, yet Priscilla did not react at all.
She blocked another feeding with her fan, avoiding further embarrassment.
“The howling of the stray dog seems to be over. I'm just here to show my face today. Seeing your snarling expressions is all I need.”
“That's really amazing… I only didn't notify your side; how did you know?”
Anastasia called out to Priscilla, who was satisfied with stirring things up, her light blue eyes filled with vigilance, and the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a strange smile.
“I shouldn't have told a careless, leaky-mouthed child.”
“Don't say platitudes, you sly fox. No matter what, once something enters someone's ears, it's inevitable that it will seep out like a teardrop. The more people there are, the more leaks there will be. You aren't the only ones paying attention to the movements of others.”
“Hmph… how unexpected. I thought Miss Priscilla wouldn't do such a thing.”
Admiration mixed with sarcasm.
The two began to argue.
Priscilla sneered, fanning herself and retorted, “If you're worthless fools, then be classified with those commoners. Surely you, who are vying for the throne with me, won't be so mediocre as to disappoint me, will you?”
“…Really, you're really hard to understand.”
Anastasia sighed at Priscilla's statement in a surprised voice.
This guy completely disregards the other candidates, walking her own path in a unique way. But, considering her words and actions today, she is taking the right intelligence actions, formulating countermeasures, and implementing them without the slightest hesitation.
Then, she invited the worst development.
“And you.”
Priscilla grabbed Zun Zun, pressed his face against her chest, and said, “If you like it so much, then hurry up and marry me.”
“Huh?”
“And then die cleanly.”
“Hey!”
Her statement was like a greedy praying mantis; once she obtained the male mantis's seed and confirmed her position, she would devour everything from the male mantis to ensure her own nutrition.
The previous husbands had all died suddenly before the wedding, without even touching Priscilla, while Zun Zun was now being padded in her huge bosom; it was hard to say whether he had profited or not.
Confirming that none of the Royal Selection candidates intended to back down, Priscilla left the inn with Al and Zun Zun, looking satisfied.
Felt rolled her eyes.
“In the end, wasn't she just here to snatch a man?”
Indeed.
Aside from Priscilla's suspicion of provoking everyone and incurring public anger from the moment she appeared, her purpose from beginning to end seemed to be for Zun Zun, and her purpose was very clear.
“Eh, wait a moment.”
Natsuki Subaru seemed to finally realize.
“Miss Anastasia has been proclaiming her relationship with Zun Zun, even going so far as to spread it to Priscilla's ears, possibly to lure her here. But now that she's been outplayed, doesn't that mean she failed to snatch the man…?”
“Mr. Natsuki, sometimes being too smart isn't a good thing.”
“Eh! ? I'm sorry, I was wrong.”
Although Anastasia was smiling, there was no smile in her eyes, scaring Natsuki Subaru into apologizing quickly.