I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
4. Medusa Is Even Better

My poor life.

I could not immediately feel at ease after avoiding the first death flag because Viten had decided not to torture me and put me into the royal family lineage.

That's because, the antagonist in this novel is not just Viten. There's also his fiancee. And there were also some other nobles who took part in the torture of Serethy.

They were very excited in torturing Serethy physically and mentally damaging Serethy.

Only Sir Derick, the Fallen Angel, is good.

But being well is not enough, for a tragic end awaits him.

The crazy woman appeared in Viten's study room all of a sudden, without knocking, even breaking down the door.

Sir Derick who was waiting behind the door was also startled, but closed the door as soon as the mad woman entered.

And although she hated to admit it, she was very beautiful.

His face displayed a stern and elegant highlight at the same time. It seemed, the smile that appeared there would only cause a cynical smile. I'll bow down in gratitude if he'll smile kindly.

Her green dress was as luxurious as the gold dress I wore.

According to the novel, this woman is the daughter of the Duke. And the engagement between the mad woman and Viten is just a political engagement.

Viten doesn't really like crazy women, but crazy women love Viten so much.

"Clare, what do you think you're doing?" asked Viten in a cold tone.

I'm a little creepy, just a little. Viten spoke to me in a normal tone even in the throne hall, so I hadn't really experienced this before. Viten's cold tone was something I didn't want to experience for the rest of my life. If I experience it, then my life will be over.

Crazy lady, Clare, came forward and kicked the table hard. Making the ink bottle fall and the contents spill.

I grimaced in my heart, is her hand okay? Must've hurt. The table is hard, right?

"That should be my sentence, Your Majesty!" clare said furiously. "What do you think you're doing?! Making prisoners of war as the Royal Family. I-"

"That's none of your business" interrupted Viten coldly.

Clare glared at me ferociously, but I maintained my poker expression.

"Your Majesty, do you know if the noble society is so frenzied right now?"

"I expected it."

"That's for sure, Your Majesty! They were so excited that it felt like this news would soon spread throughout the entire kingdom in this world!"

Hey, that's overkill, right?

"How is it possible, a prisoner of war, to become Princess Asher in just one night! It's a fairy tale, Your Majesty! You have to distinguish between fairy tales and reality!"

Be present, stop yelling, mad woman. Ears buzzing.

"Take your tone to the king" said Viten coldly.

Clare flinched and took one step back. But he doesn't seem to be giving up that easily.

"With all due respect, I, Duke Cyrill's only daughter, ask you to revoke the Royal Family's rights to Miss Serethy Matria."

Ho. She now asks as the Duke's daughter and not the king's fiancee. He's firm in his stance. Let's see how the story goes.

Unfortunately, there is no pop corn here, even though it looks like there will be an exciting drama.

"I refuse," replied Viten briefly. He's shuffling his black hair.

"But, Your Majesty"

"I refuse" Viten said cruelly.

"But the noble society is so frenzied! Many also object to your arbitrary decision!"

"I know what's best for my kingdom."

"No, you don't know how bad you are at making decisions regarding Miss Serethy Matria."

"Clare."

"Miss Serethy is a prisoner of war, Your Majesty. Miss Serethy had lost her pride shortly after she was declared a prisoner of war. What makes you think of attracting someone with low self-esteem to stand next to you?"

"Clare. I'm not asking your opinion."

"Your Majesty, you will lose your public reputation quickly."

"No. That won't be possible."

"But-"

"Actually, nobles would not care much about this. They only care if their wealth and influence will be depleted not if I take the prisoner as the Princess or not."

"Your Majesty!"

Viten sighed. "Then from that, I will establish my own influence for the Princess."

I glared. What, anyway? What is that crazy bastard doing?

"Little by little, I will attract nobles to support the Princess. The Princess is not interested in the throne, the Princess just wants to live peacefully as Princess Asher."

...***...

Half an hour later, me and the crazy woman, Clare, came out of Viten's study.

Clare certainly came out with a crushing defeat. The half-hour debate was intense, I could barely hold on to my poker face, and almost burst out laughing if I didn't hold it in.

"Mr Princess, what about your conversation?" sir Derick asked me, still just as gently.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I'm becoming Princess Asher."

"Sir Derick, you're not against His Majesty's decision?"

Sir Derick just smiled. "I trust His Majesty's decision."

I opened my mouth to reply before someone called Sir Derick.

"Sir Derick."

We both turned our heads together and found Clare there, slowly approaching us.

"It's nice to meet you, Miss Clare," Sir Derick said with a normal smile.

Normal? For some reason, the way he smiled at me and at Clare was very different. Perhaps no one noticed this, but I was the only one who had noticed Sir Derick's smile after meeting him. Just tell me it's opium. So I really know the difference even if it's just a little.

Does Sir Derick hate Clare? In the original novel too, Sir Derick once wanted to lodge a protest on Duke over Clare's behavior on Serethy. Luckily Serethy was still sane and prevented this from happening.

"Sir Derick, do you support this fake princess?" The crazy woman's hand pointed at me directly.

Sir Derick kept his smile. "I support the Princess or not, it's none of your business, Miss Clare. And please speak politely to the Princess."

Clare grunts. "Your Majesty has never been interested in any woman before, then what made her interested in this fake princess?"

"I'm sure that the Princess has her own charm" Sir Derick said.

"How's this? I don't believe your words, Sir Derick. I'm sure that this fake princess must have flaunted her body in front of His Majesty and teased His Majesty, right? Even though His Majesty has no interest in women, if a woman voluntarily thrusts her body, His Majesty will definitely be tempted."

I'm upset, no, angry. I'm mad at this crazy woman.

I'm not you! It is precisely you who will soon do that as in the novel, right?

I laughed internally.

"Miss Clare! Please take care of your mouth" Sir Derick said in his defence.

I'm telling Sir Derick to back off. I'll handle it.

"But, Mr. Princess-"

"It's okay, Sir Derick. Trust me."

Sir Derick didn't say anything else until I finally came forward and faced the mad woman head-on.

"Miss Clare, isn't she?"

"Stopping pleasantries is not necessary. You must be giving your body away for free, right?!"

I kept my poker face for as long as I interacted with everyone, but especially for this crazy woman, I gave her a cynical smile.

"Okay, how could Miss Clare have a misunderstanding like this? I'm not cheap like Miss Clare. I value my body the way I value my life, so I can't give my body to His Majesty for free."

Clare clenched her teeth. "lik! Then why can Your Majesty get you into the royal family so easily as compared to me?! I've been engaged to His Majesty for a long time, but His Majesty never wanted to formalize the marriage!"

"It must be because His Majesty doesn't like you. What are you doing until Your Majesty doesn't like you?"

I chuckled, feigning sympathy with my staring eyes to demean him.

He's grinding his teeth.

Plaque!

He slapped me so hard that I staggered.

"Mr Princess!"

Not yet able to balance my body, Clare had already pulled my pink hair first. Plunged it with all my might while shouting at my name.

"Aah!" Seriously, this hurts.

I pulled her dress, but she kicked me.

"ah! Miss Clare!"

"Mr Princess!" Sir Derick ran up to me, he tried to remove Clare's jubilee from my hair that was reluctant to come off.

He literally grabbed my hair with all his might, as if hoping to see my hair plucked from its roots.

"Miss Clare! Please stop! It's outrageous! You're hurting the Royal Family!"

Clare snorted, then grabbed me one last time out loud, and threw me into a marble brick.

Ouch, shit. That crazy fucking woman.

My head was throbbing in pain and my eyes were twitching. Plus, he kicked me in the stomach really hard. I wouldn't be surprised if my bones were broken or my internal organs were injured.

Shit, this is really painful.

Sir Derick immediately carried my body in a bridal style. She stared intently at Clare as if giving a warning before she led me to my room where I was dressed before.

"Good God, Princess!" Jelena looked surprised at my chaotic condition.

I couldn't answer because my head was so dizzy, even now it felt like the world was going round and round.

That crazy woman, she actually tortured me in our first meeting with all her might. As if I wish I were dead at the same time.

The woman was extremely cruel, even more cruel in her novel. In the novel, he enjoys food or wine when he sees me being tortured. He enjoyed it very much.

Medusa was even better than that crazy woman.

"Ah, sick," I murmured slowly.

"Come to the doctor!"

Sir Derick's voice was the last thing before I lost consciousness.