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

Chapter 102. Noah: Now this feels good, this is what I wanted to see.

As a member of the Four Kings of the Demon Clan, Allen was always a winner in life, having rarely tasted defeat, not even regarding the Demon King with any respect.

Allen merely thought the other was a bit luckier than himself; once he seized this kingdom and secured his throne, the first to fall would be his old superior, the Demon King.

Yet, at this moment, an unfamiliar dark emotion surged within Allen’s heart, one he could neither comprehend nor accept, prompting him to suppress it with rage.

Allen, as if driven mad, immediately summoned more tentacles to attack the girl who dared to look down upon him.

However, the princess, who had barely managed to fend off his tentacles with her sword moments ago, now effortlessly flitted about, her wings adorned with purple patterns, evading his strikes.

As long as she maintained a sufficient distance, she could easily dodge Allen’s disgusting tentacles.

But she chose to stay relatively close, as if deliberately flaunting her ease.

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No, it wasn’t as if; it was the truth.

Valentina was indeed using her actions to humiliate Allen. Even if their strengths were not far apart now, there remained a hierarchy in their abilities, and at least in terms of speed, she held an overwhelming advantage.

“Ha…”

While effortlessly dodging the tentacle assaults, the princess did not forget to cast a scornful smile at Allen, who stood frozen in place.

“What a joke, what a joke, what a joke!!!”

Faced with such blatant mockery, Allen’s pride could not withstand it. Finally unable to contain the dark impulse within, he abandoned his stationary stance and charged at Valentina with all his might.

It was a spectacular battle, so thrilling that Noah felt as if he were watching a movie.

“Oh! The expressiveness is truly remarkable! This is a visual impact that one could never feel in the original!”

Unable to accept his role as the ‘victim,’ unable to bear the disdain of the princess he had looked down upon, Allen raged through the park, attacking the beautiful figure flitting about.

Even the few remaining magical street lamps were caught in the chaos and shattered.

Allen was indeed losing himself; if he had attacked Valentina, rather than the still-sleeping Clyde, while victory couldn’t be guaranteed, it would at least have been a better choice than this.

Yet, it couldn’t be said that Allen had no chance of victory at all.

From Noah’s higher vantage point, Allen’s strength lay in his control skills; once caught, escaping would take considerable time, while Valentina’s advantage was, of course, her agility.

In terms of their offensive and defensive attributes, they were relatively close, but due to her superior speed, the princess could unleash more attacks.

For instance, she was now wielding several purple light swords conjured by her magic to strike from afar, a skill absent from the original tale. It must have been a technique born from the fusion of the princess’s dragon power, her mastery of swordsmanship, and the related sorcery.

To the eye, it appeared as if she was manipulating the light swords with sheer will, each strike steadily draining and wearing down Allen’s stamina.

Though the damage was not particularly high, the sheer frequency of her attacks ensured that, as long as she was not ensnared by those tentacle skills, victory for the princess was a foregone conclusion.

Noah felt certain the princess would not be caught, for frankly, he recalled a time when he had mocked her statue, and she had been swifter then.

Thus, Noah’s heart brimmed with anticipation for the moment when Allen would have to confront the feelings he harbored—feelings that belonged to the ‘sufferer.’

“…Huh?”

“Gotcha!”

Yet, inexplicably, the princess’s movements in the air suddenly faltered, her expression shifting to one of mild astonishment.

Seizing the opportunity, Allen, disregarding the fact that his own body was being assaulted by the light swords, broke into a triumphant laugh as he captured the princess.

“Ha ha ha! Flitting about like a bug is utterly annoying! Tina, when did you become such a bothersome little brat? I must teach you a lesson!”

Having caught the princess who had humiliated him, Allen, who had been frantically restless moments before, regained some composure, a lewd grin spreading across his face as he aimed to use the tentacle in his grasp to touch the girl’s delicate form.

“Ha? Are you an idiot? How could you get caught like this!”

Meanwhile, Noah felt a surge of urgency at this sudden turn of events.

He had no idea why things had escalated this way; all he knew was that if this continued, Valentina would inevitably fall into defeat.

Reluctantly, he realized he had to devise a way to help her break free from those tentacles.

“…Heh, you fell for it.”

“What!?”

However, the situation did not linger for long.

As a mocking glint surfaced in Valentina’s eyes, the purple patterns on her wings and tail began to glow.

Then, as if empowered, she effortlessly broke free from her bindings and, after a swift circle in the sky, plummeted like a shooting star.

Instinctively wanting to flee, Allen found his feet and legs ensnared by the very light swords he had summoned, driven deep into the ground, rendering escape impossible.

Caught unawares, Allen took the full brunt of what felt like a dragon’s strike.

“Phew… that startled me. So, it was a sudden attack after lulling the opponent into complacency.”

Watching the scene where victory had nearly been decided, Noah let out a sigh of relief.

It seemed the princess had indeed become quite cunning; even he had been deceived by that last move, believing it was truly over.

If Noah had merely experienced a false alarm, Allen was suffering a devastating blow.

With the speed and magical force behind her, Allen now lay sprawled on the ground, coughing up blood, his tentacles obliterated in the wake of her magical onslaught.

And there stood the princess, her high-heeled shoe pressing down on his chest, wearing a look of disdain as if regarding a mere insect.

“Not so fast, Mr. Allen. Don’t think I only charge in recklessly. Otherwise, this is what happens. By the way, what was it you wanted me to be for you? A woman? Do you really think someone as pathetic as you, who can be crushed under my heel, has the right to say such things? But, for the sake of our teacher-student relationship, I might begrudgingly accept to step on that disgusting thing of yours a couple of times, if you’re wearing shoes, of course.”

These were words Valentina had carefully crafted, enough to pierce the heart and soul.

It wasn’t just the simple fact of defeat that made it so hard for Allen to accept, but the way Valentina looked at him with an air of utter disregard, and the fact that she was stepping on his chest with her foot.

This finally forced Allen to acknowledge that the dark emotions in his heart were a mix of resentment, humiliation, and pain, the feelings of a loser, and not just a defeated one, but a thoroughly trampled one.

The pure and noble princess he had wanted to defile with his own hands had been transformed into this cruel and sadistic creature in a place he didn’t know about.

Although he wasn’t Valentina’s boyfriend, he still felt like he had been cheated on.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! ——!!”

Allen, who had finally realized he was making a fool of himself, let out a blood-curdling scream of agony.

However, this scream only brought a sweet, sadistic smile to the princess’s face, as if she had heard heavenly music.

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PS. It’s already three o’clock in the morning, let’s continue tomorrow.