Otome Game no Heroine de Saikyou Survival [WN] - Chapter 119.2

“Hmmm…”

Alicia, who had been tilting her head in that “perfectly adorable gesture,” smiled a sincere, unintentional smile when her eyes met Mikhail’s.

“I don’t understand.”

“…Hah?”

Alicia leaned in closer to face Mikhail, who was caught off guard for a moment.

“Because, being nobles, we’re all blood related in some way, aren’t we? It wouldn’t be surprising if I and Mikhail-sama are related.”

“That… yes, but…”

It was true that the Melsis family, which controlled the Melrose family’s immediate domain, was a branch of the Melrose family, so they were related by blood.

But Alicia was adopted. When did she know that she was of noble blood? It was not surprising that she would know that much through gossip, but Mikhail kept feeling a nagging discomfort somewhere in his heart.

“Will-sama thinks so too….”

The carriage shook with a clank, and Alicia, who was about to ask Rockwell for his consent, let out a small scream and fell onto his chest.

“Oops.”

Still, as expected of a Dandol legitimate son from a military family, he lightly reached out a hand to catch the petite girl as she fell down, and cautions in a calm tone of voice.

“A lady should not move around in a carriage. Besides, it’s not nice for men and women who are not close to each other to call each other by nicknames, so if you could, would you please stop it?”

At these rebuking words, Alicia smiled directly at him as she wrapped her own small hand around Rockwell’s hand that was supporting her shoulder.

“Hmm, if you keep talking like that, you’ll become a scary aristocrat. We are still students. There’s no law that says you can’t have fun just because you’re a noble.”

“I see…”

Rockwell didn’t lose her gentle smile, and inwardly, confused as if he was meeting a demon for the first time, she gently pushed back the shoulder of the girl who was rubbing up against him, and stood up.

But the girl’s words rippled in a different direction than the two she was facing.

“Can we have some fun…?”

Ervan, who was watching the three of them, blurted out in a small voice.

The former baroness, who lived a free life, raised her own children by herself instead of the royal nurse due to the strictness of the proper queen’s education, and as a result, Ervan was raised as the next king, but he was not ready to be royalty and was longing for “freedom”.

He still tried in his own way, but his sister, whom he was supposed to love him dearly, started to take on the dignity of royalty, and the daughters of the higher nobility to whom he was engaged were also women he could not understand, including an older lady who was out of touch with reality, a suffocating lady who always seemed to be in dire need of help, and a dangerous-looking lady who looked, spoke, and acted like a middle-class aristocrat. These were women he could not understand.

Clara, who was unofficially offered the position of formal princess, became mentally weak after receiving the [blessing] and came to appear endearing as she clung to Ervan, but even so, she was still suffocating.

If Ervan had been the eldest son of a viscount somewhere, he would have been a splendid lord, loved by the people of his domain. However, he was a royal prince who ruled this country.

The words of the girl who had been raised as a commoner seeped into Ervan’s exhausted heart like sweet poison, numbing it.

“You, it’s not safe to stand. Come over here and sit down. Um…Licia?”

“Yes, El-sama.”

Ervan called the middle-class noble girl by her nickname, and Alicia followed suit and moved next to him with a big smile on her face.

The two men, who were accompanying the Crown Prince as his “friend”, “confidant”, and “watchman,” looked at each other and were about to speak to admonish him, the carriage shook greatly and stopped moving, and a man’s voice like a yell was heard from outside.

[Come out of the carriage like adults! Come out, or I’ll set you on fire!]

***

“Come out of there and face us like a man! If you don’t come out, I’m going to set fire to–“

At that moment, a huge flame erupted as if blowing open the door of the carriage, burning the man in leather armor who was speaking and his surroundings to the bone in an instant, before he could even scream.

At the spot where the Crown Prince and his men had advanced about a second ahead of them, a girl in a pale green dress and cloak-like uniform emerged from the luxurious black carriage that was also under attack.

Her jet-black hair swaying in the flames spreading through the forest, her disheveled hair scraped up with the fingers of one hand, her dark shaded, morbidly white face lit by the flames, the young lady picked up a charred bone, crushed it with her fingers, and smiled a flowery smile at the unnerved and stunned attackers.

“You burned well, it seems?”

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