"You wait here, Sara. I'll take care of His Highness,"
"No, I'll go with you,"
Lady Ringrande tried to protect Sara, but her sister was too stubborn to hide away and let someone else take care of it. She had no apparent intention of letting go of my hand, either. Sara led me towards the door to the temple with her. I don't want to go, but I can't leave Sara to face the prince alone. Satou came with us, and we told Mia and Arisa to rejoin the others.
Unfortunately, we ran into the prince and his attendants on the way to the temple's drawing room. This time, the only people with the prince were the boy knight and one of the chamberlains. There was no sign of the shield-bearing knight who had kept him in line before.
"How unusual to see you set foot inside a temple, Your Highness,"
"Rin! So it was you riding that wooden Pegasus!"
The prince was all smiles, contrasting with Ringrande's displeased expression. I don't see any hints of the glares he has been shooting me all day.
"Please do not call me by a nickname, Your Highness,"
"Why not? What's wrong with using a nickname for my fiancée?"
"Your former fiancée. I obtained permission from His Majesty before leaving the kingdom,"
I can't believe Lady Ringrande would even agree to marry someone like that, but I am glad to hear that is a thing of the past. If someone told me I would have to marry him, I would have fled the kingdom. But despite Lady Ringrande's statement, the prince didn't know when to give up.
"Those are your words, not mine. I don't recall approving of any such thing. I've dealt with all my illegitimate children, and Yureen and Demetina have agreed to welcome you. What's the problem?"
I don't like how he phrased that. I'm amazed the prince could make me hate him more than I already do. This jerk is nothing but a scumbag.
"Have you forgotten what you did to a bride the night before her marriage into another family? It nearly caused a county to defect from the kingdom,"
"Razena? That's already taken care of. And that churlish duke has been replaced,"
And just when I thought I couldn't hate him more. The prince's smile couldn't have been scarier if he had tried. For lack of a better word, it made him look soulless.
"So, what business might you have at the temple today?" Glowering at the prince, Sara stepped in to interrupt.
"Why, you insolent," The back of the prince's hand flew toward Sara's face.
"Ah!"
A heavy thud overlapped with Sara's scream. There was no way I would stand by when he was going to hurt her. The prince's hand, clad in a metal gauntlet, was stopped dead by just my index finger. But I wasn't showing off. I was proving a point.
Judging from the force of his strike, he had planned to backhand her with all his strength. If he hit an ordinary girl like that, her neck would probably snap, killing her instantly. Even Sara, who was level thirty, would not have gotten away without some serious injuries. But even with all his might, he can't even make my finger move an inch.
"Your Highness!"
Lady Ringrande stepped toward the prince menacingly, but he held her off with one arm and glared at me. Is that the only type of look he can give me? With little effort, I push the prince's hand back, nearly knocking him over.
"You..." The prince growls. "Why didn't you wait for me like I commanded?"
"I had other things to do," I simply tell him.
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Reborn After A Death March
FanficI used to be a twenty-five-year-old office worker, but after finishing a death march at work, I woke up in a fantasy world.