Prim covered the side of her face that had been slapped red by Abel.
Her water-blue eyes were opened wide.
Flashing within them was complete disbelief.
She did not understand the scene before her.
“Your Highness the Princess, please order the evacuation of the crowd in the arena.”
Abel’s indifferent voice finally pulled her back to reality.
After the disbelief came rage surging straight to the top of her head!
She instantly lost her reason from anger.
“You, you actually dare hit me!? Even my father the king has never hit me! Treacherous minister and rebel, how dare you offend the royal family, someone come…”
Before her words finished, before the knights could step forward—
Slap! rang out again.
Prim’s other cheek was also slapped swollen by Abel.
“You’re dead!!”
This completely infuriated Prim.
Once could be explained, there was room to maneuver, but twice in a row in public hitting me?
Intolerable!
“Knights, what are you still standing there stupidly for? Hurry and capture this madman for me!!”
However, the surrounding knights remained silent.
In her confusion, she noticed a cold, hard sensation coming from her neck.
She lowered her head and was dazzled by the reflection of the sharp blade.
This guy, actually daring to point a sword at her?!
Rebellion, complete rebellion!
But the slight chill of the blade still forced Prim to calm down a bit.
She heard Abel’s indifferent voice, without emotional fluctuation, continue: “…Please, Your Highness the Princess, order the evacuation of the crowd and stop the festival.”
The knights behind did not dare act rashly.
Just as they were about to do as Abel said, Prim’s voice, laced with anger, rang out.
“You all stop. I don’t believe it, you dare touch a single hair on me!!”
She glared viciously at Abel.
From childhood to now, as the royal family’s only princess, when had she ever received such treatment?!
Pointing a sword at a member of the royal family, how was this different from rebellion?
However, toward Princess Prim’s violent non-cooperation attitude, Abel just snorted coldly.
The sword tip advanced forward, slightly piercing the princess’s skin.
This scene made Her Highness the Princess explode with anger.
This bastard actually dared?!
Julius frowned slightly and finally could not help but step forward to dissuade the two: “Alright alright, Your Highness the Princess, you should believe that my younger brother is serious, right? If afterward it’s proven to be all baseless, I am willing to bear all consequences alone!”
The marquis’s words were resounding.
Incidentally, he pressed down Abel’s sword and slightly glared at his own brother.
As if saying, brother understands you, you’re not the type to speak nonsense, but isn’t this a bit too reckless?
As for Abel, he had an indifferent attitude.
Anyway, he had no plans to live in the kingdom.
What if he offended the royal family? Saving people was much more important than that!
“…Since it is Marquis Julius’s suggestion, this princess will agree then.”
She finally stopped being stubborn.
But the moment she turned around, her expression became gnashing her teeth! You wait for this princess.
Once inside the arena, I’ll smash the cup as a signal, and hundreds of elite holy knights will chop you bastard into mincemeat.
Prim’s lips curved into a smug arc.
However, this smugness did not last even a minute.
“Your Highness the Princess, please lead the way.”
Abel’s voice coming from beside her ear made Prim startle suddenly.
She did not dare move recklessly because she felt something thick and hard pressing against her back.
A drop of cold sweat slid down her forehead.
This guy, did he anticipate that she planned to turn against him?
Of course Abel had not anticipated, but as a player, he knew well this woman’s fickle and vindictive personality.
For her to submit just like that, nine out of ten there was a problem!
Abel had simply prepared for both possibilities.
Prim resigned herself.
She finally knew that the man before her, whom she looked down on—a noble second son who does not inherit the title.
Was an out-and-out desperado! Gambling life with such a person?
She would be crazy. Life is only one, she could not afford to gamble.
Anyway, for now, let this bastard have his way, and settle accounts later!!
If everything turns out to be a farce, hum hum hum, then dismember this person by five horses, hack him to death with random blades, or throw him into a swarm of poisonous insects, appreciating his despairing and twisted face.
Only that could satisfy her vengeful psychology.
Imagining Abel’s miserable death, Her Highness the Princess’s mood improved a bit.
Just a tiny bit.
This guy, why is he sticking so close?
Is he that distrustful of her?
She could feel Abel’s scorching breath.
The scent belonging to an adult man made her a bit flushed.
As the most precious princess of the royal family, how could anyone dare get this close to her?
“…You don’t need to get this close, do you?”
“Otherwise, what if you suddenly betray me?”
This guy!!
Prim’s entire back was almost leaning into Abel’s embrace.
To the audience in the arena, it looked like a pair of lovers in hot passion.
Abel was about a head taller than her.
From his view looking down, the snowy white, full soft fruits on Her Highness the Princess’s chest were in full view.
Due to the view from diagonally behind downward, he could vaguely see through the formal dress’s neckline a faint cherry blossom-colored halo.
He did not know if it was because her clothes were a bit disheveled after being hit by him earlier—
Abel appreciated it quite calmly and had no intention of looking away.
Even this furious princess did not notice that the person behind her was feasting his eyes.
She looked at the knights busily moving around, preparing to stop the festival, snorted, and said unhurriedly: “You can start thinking of your last words now. Just based on what you did today, even your brother Marquis Julius cannot protect you.”
Just wait to die! Beast, pervert, scum!
Abel had a calm face.
He overlooked the entire venue from the high place at the arena entrance.
The crowd was boiling, cheers rising one after another.
And in the center of the field, golden and silver figures were constantly colliding and intersecting!
In ordinary people’s eyes, perhaps only blurry afterimages could be seen, after all both were experts.
But in Abel’s eyes, he could clearly see the two’s moves, even who had the upper hand was crystal clear.
“…Not bad fighting! But Aruma is too impatient. She seems to have the upper hand, but if it continues like this, her stamina will run out first.”
Abel watched and could not help but comment.
To this, Prim scoffed: “It’s really hard on you. Clearly unable to see anything, yet pretending to see clearly there.”
Prim could only see blurry afterimages.
She was royalty; although not good at combat, her magic power was great.
She was confident that in terms of vision, she absolutely would not lose to a mere commoner!
Abel did not mind the princess’s sarcasm: “…I said her stamina wouldn’t hold, right?”
Prim was just about to speak and continue mocking, but heard exclamations from within the arena.
Just as Abel said, the golden-haired berserker Aruma, who had been on the fierce offensive, suddenly staggered.
Her attacks actually paused.
She panted heavily.
This made Prim swallow back the words at her mouth.
This man, really could see clearly?! Could see clearly such high-speed combat at this level?!
She slightly tilted her head up, looking at the man behind her.
The other’s gaze seemed not on her, but on the field, or looking even farther?
Just as she was thinking random things, suddenly Abel’s gaze turned to her, his brows furrowed tightly.
The next moment, amid Prim’s scream, this man actually pounced on her without explanation, pressing her beneath him?!
What the hell? Not pretending anymore!?
“You, you bastard, what do you want to do?!”