Assassins this bad at deception are exceptionally rare.
“Okay, drop the act. I can see your sword behind your head.”
“Really?”
Sharon looked at Al, perplexed.
“Yes, really! Are you stupid? Do you think I’m that dumb?!”
“Tch. And here I thought this would fool him.”
“I heard that!”
Al let out a sigh.
We only met yesterday, and she already thinks that I’m an idiot?
“Didn’t you give that sword to Lilicia?”
“Hey, I’m a princess. I just told the maids that keeping my sword from me would lead to an international incident!”
“Oh, for the love of...”
Sharon gripped the hilt of her sword with a devious smile on her face.
“That’s enough talk!”
“Is it?!”
They were trapped in a small room without any space to dodge.
“You’re really gonna try this again?” Al added quietly.
Yesterday’s events vividly flashed through his mind. The outcome was obvious, but having a sword swung at him was still scary. He tightly closed his eyes.
“Dieee!”
Sharon swung her sword at Al’s head, but, just as expected, it rebounded before it could reach him. The table took the hit in place of his face. It was sliced clean in half, along with the stack of documents resting on top of it.
“No! I just finished those!”
“Who cares? You won’t need them where you’re going!”
She looked at him with a smug face, as if she didn’t even process what had just happened.
“I’m pretty sure you’d still need those documents even if I died.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll make your death as painless as possible!”
Crap... There’s no talking to this girl when she’s this excited.
In the face of this reckless assault, Al could only think of one option. The moment Sharon swung her sword, Al lunged forward.
“Listen to me!”
Longswords are useless in close-quarter combat. I just have to push forward!
“There!”
“Gahh!”
Al pressed forward. Sharon shrieked and backed off like a frightened animal. Feeling cornered, she collapsed to her knees, tears forming in the corners of her red eyes.
“What’s the problem?”
She flinched at Al’s words. With her hands covering her breasts, she scowled at him.
“What do you think you’re doing?!”
“I should be the one asking that!”
What’s with this reaction?! I was just aiming at her chest—wait, no. I mean I was just trying to restrain her arms. I never expected her to react like this.
“D-Didn’t you promise to never touch me?”
“This was self-defense!”
Oh, right! She’s afraid of the Heavenly Surge. That makes sense, but it still hurts to see her like this. Am I really that scary?
“B-Back off! I’ll scream!”
Sharon desperately scurried back like a scared puppy.
I wonder what she thinks of me now.
“H-Hey...”
“I told you to back off!”
“You’re the one who charged at me!”
“Sh-Shut up!”
As charmless and unreasonable as ever.
Al had a sudden, devious spark of inspiration.
Wait, this is pretty fun. It’s time for some payback. Maybe I can even stop her from trying to kill me.
“Hey, back off!”
“Apologize.”
“For what?”
“For ruining my work.”
One step.
“Why should I?!”
Two steps.
“Okay, okay! I’ll apologize!”
Three steps.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry that I destroyed your documents! Well? Are you happy?”
Sharon looked up at him with wet eyes. She was on the verge of crying.
“Still not enough,” Al whispered.
“Swear me that you won’t try to assassinate me anymore.”
Unwavering, Al continued his advance.
“B-But that’s my mission.”
Four steps.
“Okay, okay! Stop! Please stop! I’m begging you!”
Five steps.
“Why won’t you stop?!”
Six steps.
“Ahh!”
She bumped into Al’s bed. She had nowhere left to run.
Al reflected on his actions while looking down on the whimpering girl.
Maybe I went too far.
Sharon’s powerful crimson eyes had lost their light and were now filled with tears.
“You coward! How dare you play such dirty tricks?!”
Ugh, this girl...
“Are you still resisting?”
I guess talking down to others is part of her nature. But I think this is enough. She’s a princess, after all.
“I’ll never lose!”
Sharon rolled onto the bed and reached to open the nearby door.
“I’ll put this battle on hold for now, but next time, next time I’ll get you!”
“Hey, that’s—”
Al had intended to say, “That’s the door to the storage room, a room filled to the brim with documents,” but Sharon was in too much of a rush to listen. She flung the door open with a loud creak.
“Wait, don’t!”
“Ahh!”
“Watch out! Whoa!”
The force of the door opening sent large stacks of documents tumbling down. Al gasped and rushed in to protect Sharon. Documents collapsed all around them with a loud thud.
“Ouch...”
Dust from the old documents filled the room. Al and Sharon remained silent for a moment, having narrowly avoided disaster.
I don’t want to think about what would’ve happened if Freiya found out that their princess got injured in my office by a pile of old, dusty documents dropping on her. I hope she’s al...right... Wait, are those her panties?!
Let’s review the unfortunate chain of events that led to the current situation.
① Sharon, while kneeling on the bed, flung open the storeroom door.
② Still on the bed, Sharon fell on her rear.
③ Al rushed onto the bed and stretched over Sharon to protect her.
And now, this scenario was about to reach its obvious end.
“Get off of me, you perv! Stop pushing your crotch into my face! You freak!”
Sharon hurled a barrage of insults towards Al with a burning red face.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to!”
Is she like this because of a Heavenly Surge?
Sharon pulled in her legs, blocking her panties from view.
“Now I’m forever sullied.”
Sharon mumbled to herself in a weak, shaking voice.
“What?”
“Nothing!”
She looked away.
“Just get off me, already!”
“Ah, yeah. Sorry.”
She let out a relieved sigh once Al climbed off her.
Did she just say she was sullied?