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

Chapter 103. There are still two people left.

Pain, too much pain.

Not physical pain, but heartache. The thought of the good woman he had set his sights on being left to enjoy the torment and fall into depravity was unbearable.

Allen felt like his heart was about to shatter.

What a joke! Who was the b*stard who had gotten to her before him and turned the innocent princess into this evil creature?

Allen didn’t know who had beaten him to it, but he knew it couldn’t be the young man he had taken as a hostage.

That young man had no special talents and no aura of dominance, so it was impossible for him to have changed Valentina into this.

There must be a rival! Someone who liked to steal other people’s treasures must have done it!

They had stolen his treasure! They had stolen his woman!

Looking at the princess’s characteristics, was it the work of some evil dragon from a certain region?

Unlike Clyde, who would only end up accepting reality after futile rage, Allen, as a yellow-haired man, naturally thought of revenge after his pain.

“Who is it?! Which b*stard did it?! Tiena, how did you end up like this, so low and ugly?!”

Although his body was heavily injured, his spirit was fueled by anger and indignation, and Allen glared at Valentina, trying to grab her ankle to demand the truth.

But Allen, blinded by rage, didn’t notice that the princess’s eyes had changed the moment he spoke, from playful to cold and mocking.

This disgusting, lowly man! How dare he call her god, who had always been watching over her, a b*stard! Didn’t he know anything? Although that god was indeed a terrible, evil deity, he did it out of love for her!

The princess’s mood suddenly turned sour, and she kicked Allen’s hand away with her tail, lifting her foot to trample his chest again.

Not enough, she also seemed to be unsatisfied, rotating her heel a few times, and her eyes now showed a clear disgust that wasn’t there before.

“Yes, that guy is indeed a b*stard, but only I can scold him. You, who only love yourself, wouldn’t understand! That’s enough, I feel sick just looking at your face. Go die, Allen, you’re even more hopeless than my stupid brother.”

In reality, the princess had already been holding back and was only acting out of reason, but she really wanted to torture Allen and make him regret his words.

But she also knew that if it were so, she would truly lose control of her emotions, allowing the malevolent god, who was surely nearby, to sense her true thoughts.

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So she decided to stop hesitating and directly send Allen away from this world.

“What? You dare compare me to that fool, Mori!?”

Already humiliated beyond measure, the moment he heard that his standing in the eyes of Her Highness was even lower than that of Prince Mori, Allen became even more agitated, struggling to rise.

Yet the purple lightsaber that had pinned his legs now held his arms fast, and in his already grievously wounded state, Allen could not break free, flailing uselessly.

To be honest, it was utterly pitiful.

So much so that Noah, who was watching the spectacle, could no longer bear it; he felt he would need to eat two large bowls of rice to soothe his heart afterward.

“…How ugly, indeed. The way you refuse to admit your failure is truly grotesque. How dare you call me ugly? It’s unbearable to watch. Go to the depths of hell and regret your foolishness, you are nothing like the Allen I once knew.”

“What!?”

From disdainful laughter to disgust, and back to the present sneer, Valentina’s emotions shifted subtly several times.

With a heart that felt as if it were bidding farewell to the past, she finally swung her longsword down, severing Allen’s head from his body.

It was a clean strike, as if it could completely sever the ties of past longing.

As Allen’s head and body parted ways, Her Highness felt a great lightness in her heart.

For now, she had truly cut ties with this man from her past.

“Hey, Teacher Dai, why do you look like you’re dying with your eyes open?”

As Valentina collected her thoughts, Noah approached, as if he had rushed to the scene to mock the situation, standing before Allen’s head, which still bore an expression of shock and anger.

He feigned concern—hands in pockets, bending slightly, all while looking at Allen’s head with a mocking grin.

“Ah, but don’t be too sad. Rest assured, while I don’t like you, I also don’t like that Clyde guy. I won’t let Clyde pretend to be Her Highness’s boyfriend. If he has the sense to be a dog to the princess, I might begrudgingly accept him.”

Noah knew full well that Allen could not hear him; this was merely his soliloquy.

But what if Allen could hear him?

…Or perhaps someone else could?

“I must say, you still bring me some amusement. I could probably remember you for a month… Ah, right, here’s a final piece of advice: don’t win the resurrection match, or else Her Highness’s dog might just gain another tail.”

Gazing at Allen’s head, its pupils dilated, Noah chuckled softly, casting one last glance before shifting his gaze to the princess, who was retracting her dragon power.

Unlike the derision he had for Allen, Noah’s eyes were filled with satisfaction as he looked at Valentina.

Her earlier display, full of queenly grace, was simply magnificent—decisive in her killing, embodying the essence of a strong, wicked woman who toyed with men. This was precisely what he wanted to see.

She was likely the most suitable heir to the throne now; the next challenge would indeed be facing Clyde, her childhood friend and tormentor.

As he had just said, if Clyde could recognize his place—not as Valentina’s equal boyfriend, but as one willing to be the dog of this fallen princess—then Noah would have no objections.

But that seemed unlikely… because Clyde, like Allen, truly adored Valentina. He might even resort to desperately calling out for her to regain her senses.

Now, only two men remained to hinder the princess from becoming the ultimate wicked woman.

However, perhaps a little rest would be good; after all, the princess needed time to recuperate.

Gazing at the distant figure of the princess, Noah’s eyes, though filled with a certain satisfaction, bore a smile that was decidedly wicked.

Having already felt fulfilled today, Noah planned to indulge in a few more bowls of rice, intending to leave a step ahead.

“…Is it not enough that it’s all over? Do you still plan to lurk in the shadows? Truly despicable, you voyeur. You wouldn’t happen to be the god of voyeurism, would you?”

At that moment, Valentina’s voice, dripping with disdain, called out to him from behind.

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