This Maniac Is Fond Of Me

Chp 4: That Drunk Man

Previously...

Clavis Lelouch, the third prince.

A.k.a. my previous crush before I fell for that man.

Now...

I was at a loss for words, unable to speak at the sight of the person in front of me.

He let out a soft laugh before gently patting my shoulder.

"Interesting show you put on there, just now." He flashed the same smile at me again, except now, it looked more like one that deserved a punch in the face.

I embarrassed myself, and you call that interesting?

Oh right, he's the unreadable troublemaker.

I tightened my grip on the tray as he walked toward the throne seat, along with the other princes behind him—Nokto, Licht, and Yves.

Nokto turned to look at me as he walked behind Clavis.

He eyed me from head to toe with a smug smirk before turning away.

What the what?

I can't believe I used to choose him as my first route when playing this game.

Licht glanced at me once, then sighed deeply, while Yves glared at me intensely as they walked past me.

I bowed my head to the princes once more before speed-walking out of the ballroom, keeping my head down.

As soon as I left the room, a roar of applause echoed from the ballroom.

Huh?

What's happening?

I peeked around the corner to get a glimpse of the commotion and saw a bright light shining on the throne seat.

And there they were—MC and Chevalier, in full luxurious, elegant clothing, dazzling throughout the ballroom, seated on the thrones together.

"Wow... They're literally beautiful; they sort of give off main character vibes."

Oh wait, they are considered main characters since MC ends up with Chevalier.

Gilbert...

I wonder how he would react.

My eyes searched for him through the crowd, but there was no sign of him anywhere—not even at the sofa area where he had just been seated.

YO, WHERE DID THAT MAN GO???

Nervousness started to engulf me at the thought of him suddenly disappearing just as the party was getting started.

Maybe he's out there killing people right now?

What if he was planning an assassination here and it was starting now?

"Nah, that's impossible," I muttered, shaking my head as I bit my lip.

Ohh...

Maybe he got drunk from the wine and is resting in a room right now?

"Ahh, whatever, it's not like I'm his mom or something," I brushed off the previous thoughts as I walked away from the ballroom, heading toward the water fountain where Rio would be after the party.

Since the party had just started, it might take a while for him to come by later on, so while I was waiting, I could also use this opportunity to explore the castle.

I nodded to myself in agreement.

As I walked through the hallway, a young, noble, ginger-headed man was coming toward me from the opposite direction.

I could tell he was drunk; he was holding onto the wall with one hand, and his face was as red as a tomato—literally, no joke.

Okay, I’d better walk past him fast since I had a weird gut feeling about this—not a good one, though.

As soon as I walked past him, I sighed in relief, while still keeping up my pace.

But that relief was soon crushed when I felt a tight grip on my wrist, causing the tray to fall to the ground instantly. I turned to see that it was the drunk young man.

Oh shoot.

"You look beautiful, cherrypie. Want to have a wonderful night with me at my place?" the young man mumbled as he stroked my hair to the side with his other hand, getting close to me.

"EW, DISGUSTING! I'M NOT YOUR TOY OR ANYTHING. GET OFF ME!" I gagged a little when he called me "cherrypie."

But instead of letting me go, he violently pushed me against the wall, causing my back to slam into it.

He leaned down to my ear and whispered, "I like girls like you, so breathtaking—"

Before he could finish his sentence, I kicked him hard in the nuts without mercy, causing him to fall to the ground while clutching himself in agony.

I then sat on top of him and started smacking his face hard, like how I used to smack my unsuccessful bread dough attempts in the real world.

That was personal, by the way.

But anyway.

Yeah.

He tried to hit me back with his hands, but was unable to as I placed both of my feet on his hands, all while I continued smacking his face and lecturing him at the same time.

"I already told you to get off me, but you didn't listen!" I slapped his left cheek.

"You!" I slapped the other side.

"Disgusting!" I slapped the other side again.

"Sick!" and another slap.

"You lowly—"

*smack*

"You useless man! What's the use of money if you can't even respect a woman?" I was punching him at this point.

"Call me lowly? Look at you now." I said before giving him one more punch.

But before I could give him the last taste of my fist, I was suddenly yanked away by a strong hand from behind.

"What are you doing?!"

I turned around to see that it was Clavis.

He was frowning at me, but his grip on my wrist softened a bit after I was away from the drunk man lying on the floor. Behind him was Leon, who looked at me, baffled for a second, then squatted down toward the drunk man, placing his finger on the man’s nostril.

"He's still breathing," Leon stated as he searched the drunk man's coat.

"THAT MAN TRIED TO ASSAULT ME!" I immediately yanked my wrist out of Clavis's grip, then pointed aggressively in the direction of the drunk man, who was still unconscious on the floor.

Clavis's expression remained the same, still wearing that smile.

But his smile vanished, along with my blazing anger, when Leon spoke up after searching through the drunk man's coat.

"I think we have a problem," Leon said as he turned back to us.

"What is it?" Clavis glanced at Leon, keeping close enough to me so I couldn’t run away.

"He's a noble from Obsidian..." Leon stood up and showed us a medal with Obsidian's flag perfectly molded on it.

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