I Married the Beautiful Female Protagonist In Order To Survive

49. Sky-Obscuring, Nightmare Descends!

After that little speech, and the tiny bit of mocking in her heart, Flora’s only feeling was one word—satisfaction.

Now, Flora finally understood: why Zerola was so fond of expressing his thoughts so directly. Although as royalty, one needed absolute reason, calm, and restraint, but… occasionally indulging in such blatant “impertinence,” then watching the other person’s astonished face, Flora surprisingly didn’t hate it.

After all, this wasn’t a last-ditch effort, nor was it scaremongering. Flora really had decided: from the moment she lost her power, Flora was already prepared for the outcome of “this matter being discovered, my prestige and reputation being questioned, then being sent by my elder sister to a territory to rebuild that prestige, and then returning to the royal city in the future.” Now, it was just a matter of adding Zerola to the equation.

Anyway, that guy definitely wouldn’t like the constricting and solemn atmosphere of the Great Ingland Royal City. It would be perfect to take him far away, leave the royal city, and do some things without restraint in the future, things she wouldn’t dare to do under the eyes of her elder sister and a group of royal relatives.

Therefore…

“Make me sever my relationship with Zerola? First see if your own status measures up, if you yourself are capable, golden-haired loser.”

After saying that with a cold smile, Flora immediately felt refreshed. “If the purpose of you stopping me is for this, then now I’m going back. I don’t have time to waste on such trivial matters.”

Flora began to pack her books, preparing to leave.

As for what Henriette IV would do afterwards, Flora didn’t plan to think too much about it now. When she found Zerola, she would discuss it with him.

When it’s all said and done, whether Henriette IV is going crazy with jealousy here or secretly cursing in envy, Flora didn’t want to care… That’s how it was supposed to be.

But the next moment, Flora looked up and noticed: the Henriette IV in front of her was like a different person.

She jumped down from the table, stood up, straightened her clothes, and with a lingering hint of surprise in her eyes, she revealed a smile.

“Flora, is that your decision?”

What was this Henriette IV up to again? Could it be that seeing threats fail, she wanted to back down? If that were the case, it wouldn’t be bad, after all, she didn’t have time to waste with her on this kind of thing.

“Do I have any need to tell you?”

“Very well, then… I hope you won’t lie to yourself in the future.”

Hmph, naive.

“Within the creed of royalty, there are no lies, only truths yet to be realized, and never regret.”

Though so spoken, Flora’s retort this time felt… less than spirited.

Because a peculiar sensation had begun to spread within her, manifesting as a blunt realization: Flora suspected Henri IV had found her at this curiously coincidental time for more than just taunts and threats.

Her hesitant demeanor, after learning of Flora’s plans, served as the best evidence.

Except…

Flora had no time to delve into it for now.

Even without her power, the next moment… Flora instinctively felt a gut-wrenching threat, like a nightmare suddenly descending! At the same time, Henri IV, just about to say something, swiftly turned to look beyond the classroom!

Then sighed, “How opportune. Flora, without your strength, you should quietly retreat into a corner, after all… the real ‘problem’ has arrived.”

The real…”problem”?

Wait!

“Henri IV, you knew about this…”

“Knew? What are you saying? What, you thought I was just idle, coming to bother you?”

Henri IV paused, her words laced with a familiar undercurrent.

“I was waiting for the fish to bite, you see.”

Flora couldn’t answer.

Because, a figure she could never forget had appeared!

Bearing an aura that seemed to swallow everything around her, a white-haired girl stood yawning by the classroom door. If Flora remembered correctly, this elven girl was the “unconventional” transfer student from before. Though she’d been quite “distinctive” during the entrance exams, she’d mostly just slept since then, her grades mediocre, and her initial “prominence” had faded.

If it was only that, it wouldn’t matter, but the fact of this elf’s appearance at this moment made Flora connect everything she’d experienced.

Like… the figure who’d attacked her, stealing her “future.”

The same white hair, the same listless attitude, only the attire was different.

The one who attacked her was this elf, Ludwig!

Henri IV’s voice reached her.

“Is it her, Flora?”

Though Flora felt that Henri IV’s wording was strange, she had no time to ponder it, her mind already fixed on the white-haired elf before her!

“Yes… it’s her, she stole my…”

“Stole? Isn’t that a bit off, Miss Flora? It’s not like you didn’t lose that on your own.”

The white-haired elf yawned again, “You and I made an arrangement then, didn’t we? A contest, a wager, you simply lost. Losing and then refusing to accept it, that’s why you humans are so troublesome.”

Flora would no longer listen to the elf’s lies!

Indeed, upon losing her power, Flora had felt disheartened, though Zerola’s comfort and confession had reignited her hope for the future, the idea of “reclaiming her power” had, more or less, left Flora’s mind.

Yet, now that her attacker had reappeared, hope surged within Flora once more, only to be immediately replaced by the fear and tension from remembering that previous moment.

After all, this white-haired elf possessed far more “strength” than her current appearance suggested. She had deceived the one who tested her entrance back then! She was strong, wielding a clumsy, bizarre weapon, possessing an inscrutable power that Flora couldn’t even begin to fathom. With her lazy demeanor, who knew how many cards she still held up her sleeve?

In Flora’s eyes, this elf… felt like she didn’t even belong in this world!

“Ludwig, it’s actually you… what are you after this time…”

Wanting to say something more, Flora quickly realized: there couldn’t be any other reason for this elf to appear.

Her power had already been stolen by her. So, this time, she was setting her sights on…

Naturally, Henriette IV beside her, who had thoroughly displayed her strength earlier! This was all part of everyone’s “plan,” but…

It was all her fault! It was all her fault for not being able to find the words to describe the terror of this elf!

This Ludwig probably wasn’t afraid of any “plan” or any “trap” at all.

Who was hunting whom was still up in the air!

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