Get Ahead of the Fallen Heroine and Make the Bull-Headed Man the Victim

76. Unpredictable Variables

After this unexpected turn of events, Valentina suddenly felt that her childhood friend had become a stranger; she even vaguely sensed a feeling of betrayal.

She had originally thought it would be hard to accept this reality.

But surprisingly, she accepted it after only twenty minutes of gloom.

She thought for a moment, and indeed, it was the work of the Evil God.

It was the incident a few days ago when the Evil God took back her Dragon Power and seemed to have no intention of appearing before her again that gave her this experience.

Moreover, upon closer reflection, this matter wasn’t so hard to accept after all.

She was just Clyde’s childhood friend, not his girlfriend, so Clyde hiding his thoughts and being with other women had nothing to do with her.

It was his freedom to say hypocritical flattery in front of her.

And it was her freedom to dislike Clyde’s hypocritical demeanor.

Thus, Valentina quickly regained her composure, continuing her activities as if she were completely unaware of the situation.

It wouldn’t be accurate to say she was unaffected.

But Valentina thought of the fact that she still had another man supporting her, one she trusted.

Yes, that’s right, it was her private tutor, Mr. Allen.

Therefore, Valentina could at least maintain a facade that concealed her complex feelings.

And… she also had that annoying divine being, after all.

Although he was a terrible divine being, he was the only one who watched over her and spoke to her.

So even without the support of her childhood friend, it didn’t matter.

Perhaps it was she who had bound Clyde instead.

Thinking this way, the incident turned out to be a good thing.

Unlike the last time when the Evil God suddenly took away her Dragon Power, leaving her in despair, this event did not cause any outward impact on Valentina.

At least during the time she assisted the knight order in searching for evidence of a noble’s crime today, no one noticed her abnormality.

“Guh! Just a b*stard! What gives that blonde girl, whose own father doesn’t even love her, the right to act like this?!”

As the law apprehended the rotund noble, the aristocrat who had long exploited the populace finally shed his hypocritical smile, revealing his grotesque visage.

He unleashed a torrent of fierce insults directed at Valentina.

His words were utterly excessive, bordering on personal humiliation, and what made it worse was that they were all true.

Not long ago, Valentina would have felt a surge of anger and humiliation at such treatment.

But now, a hint of amused mirth gradually surfaced on her cold face. She gently lifted her chin, casting a gaze at the grotesque noble as if he were mere refuse, and then scoffed with disdain:

“Ha, as a genuine princess, would you accept that reason? No? If you refuse, what can you do? Do you know what you resemble right now? A filthy, ugly pig, and it’s high time we slaughtered this pig and shared the meat with others. If you don’t shut that foul mouth of yours, I won’t hesitate to sever your head right now.”

Her voice was a delightful sound that sent chills down the spines of the knights accompanying the noble’s capture. They stared in astonishment at the princess, who seemed to be angry yet not quite so.

Her composed demeanor seamlessly blended elegance and authority, exuding a presence that could rival that of the first heir to the throne, the great prince.

However, the princess was a woman and younger, suggesting that a struggle for the throne might ensue in the future…

Some knights felt concern about this, while others were stirred with excitement.

Regardless, those who had not been directly named felt the pressure; the noble, who had been boasting moments ago, now resembled a frog ensnared by a snake, sweating profusely and unable to utter another word.

Oh, perhaps a pig caught in the gaze of a dragon would be more fitting.

Though a smile graced her lips, the princess’s eyes radiated a murderous intent, instilling deep fear in the noble. He had no doubt that uttering even a single word more would result in his immediate execution.

For at that moment, Valentina exuded just such an aura.

Thus, the noble ultimately bowed his proud head, as if resigned to his fate before the commoners.

After escorting the noble back for questioning and trial, and temporarily resolving the incident, Valentina walked through the streets of the royal capital.

The dusk sky was growing darker, and night would soon fall.

Speaking of which, it was also at night that she encountered the malevolent deity. She wondered if she might meet him again today; if so, she would have to inquire whether he had enjoyed his time with other women.

As she lifted her gaze to the sky, the princess couldn’t help but think this.

She had come to terms with her childhood feelings; she would let things unfold naturally.

She had no intention of asking Clyde why he had acted as he did, nor did she plan to express anything to him.

On the other hand, she was curious to see just how long Clyde intended to conceal his thoughts and deceive her.

So now, she planned to feign ignorance when she met Clyde.

No, she wasn’t angry; she merely felt a sense of betrayal, accompanied by disappointment and a touch of nausea.

As she made her way to meet Clyde, the sky had completely darkened, and the number of pedestrians on the street began to dwindle rapidly.

Valentina didn’t mind; she was already accustomed to such sights.

After all, this was a city where criminals occasionally sprang forth, requiring her to capture them.

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During the day, one could hardly see any criminals (as they were all disguised), but a casual stroll at night would reveal one or two.

And it seemed that night was not solely the domain of criminals and malevolent deities.

Mysterious women would also appear.

“Wait a moment, you over there, you’re Valentina, the second princess of this country, right?”

As Valentina walked, she suddenly heard a remarkable young woman’s voice.

She turned towards the sound, only to find the speaker striding confidently in her direction.

It was a stunning blonde woman, unlike her sister Dilia, with long, straight hair that flowed smoothly. Her figure was even more slender than Valentina’s, and she wore a somewhat nostalgic style of combat attire, with a knight’s sword at her waist that seemed oddly familiar.

The woman’s appearance exuded a delicate vulnerability that suggested she needed protection, yet her demeanor was remarkably mature and reliable. A sweet, charming face was marked by a resolute expression, especially those deep green eyes, which seemed to belong to a seasoned adventurer.

For some reason, Valentina felt as if this woman was not a stranger at all.

…Ah, right, she was the one Valentina had seen this morning walking with Clyde, the one who had revealed Clyde’s true feelings to her.

Though surprised, Valentina was no longer a naive novice; she merely inquired, maintaining a polite yet distant tone, about the woman’s purpose.

“Indeed, I am Valentina Acast, the second princess of this country. And you are? From your tone, it seems you are not a citizen of this land?”

Valentina asked this because, logically, the people of this country should know her.

Moreover, even if someone from another kingdom didn’t recognize her, they wouldn’t address a potential royal in such a casual manner.

She also felt that, even if she hadn’t seen the woman this morning, there was a certain resemblance between her and both herself and Dilia.

…Could it be that her philandering father had yet another illegitimate child?

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