The Protagonists of Romance Fantasy Novels Have Escaped

13 – Scandal with the Princess (3)

War fanatic.

The 6th member of the Saint Party.

The protagonist who adorned the victory of the Fourth Continental War.

A holy knight who, like the hero Maximilian, wielded the sacred sword of annihilation.

And despite numerous achievements, an unknown figure shrouded in mystery.

Rudmila declared that she would find the elusive ‘war fanatic,’ even the existence of which was unclear. With a heavy heart, I wandered through the capital city of Hwando with Rue.

“When Edan briefly left his seat, an old lady asked me about the war fanatic.”

“Is that so?”

I replied with something.

Staring into the green eyes with meaning.

“I don’t know, never heard of it.”

“Of course, you wouldn’t know.”

“She’s really weird, claiming to be the 6th member while being the mascot of the Saint Party! If you’ve just joined the Saint Party, you’re obviously her junior!”

“…”

Does it sound like that?

The little one puffed up his cheeks, shaking his head of hair.

He seems pretty angry.

Now that I’ve learned about the existence of a junior I didn’t know existed…

As I poked the inflated cheek with my finger like a hamster, a sound of air escaping accompanied the wind.

“But what is this war fanatic? Is it like solar power or something?”

“People’s arbitrarily coined nickname, like some kind of middle school syndrome. Just hear it and let it slide.”

What’s a war maniac, a war maniac…

It’s the worst naming sense that makes you want to shoot bullets at the person who came up with the nickname.

He arrived at the villa he used as a lodging while grumbling in a low voice. In order to soothe his exhausted mind from Ludmila’s boastful claim to mobilize the Imperial intelligence agency to find the war maniac, he quickly tried to rest.

“Making the Platinum Princess wait… It’s really disrespectful, Edanante.”

“Your Majesty Elisaveta.”

However, rest had to be postponed.

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Because the white-haired princess holding a white umbrella was waiting.

The Platinum Princess has arrived.

Perhaps the rumors had already spread, as numerous nobles gathered around.

Naturally, it couldn’t go unnoticed since armed forces were deployed to escort the princess. It became even more chaotic in a neighborhood full of villas belonging to nobles who had come from the provinces.

“Awkward situation.”

“Yes, it’s only natural.”

“But what can we do? Instead of my brother who cast aside his fiancée, be a temporary outlet for frustration.”

“….”

Was this intentionally putting me in an awkward position?

The villainess maiden.

Comparable to a fairy who pesters for candy every day.

“I understand it’s awkward, but shall we invite you to the villa? How long do you plan to keep the noble Platinum Princess uncomfortable?”

“I apologize.”

The arrogant dignity and charisma were virtues that the villainess maiden should naturally possess.

She effortlessly overwhelmed the audience.

When Elizaveta gestured, the crowd that had gathered like a flood quickly receded as if swept away. During her time as the villainess maiden in the capital, Elizaveta had shaken off her notorious reputation to a considerable extent, and there were no shortage of nobles who retreated, showing a wary attitude. With a wry smile at such scenes, Elizaveta entered the villa owned by the imperial family.

“So, what’s the relationship between Edanante and my sister?”

“Um…?”

As soon as they sat on the sofa in the reception room, Elizaveta threw a direct question.

She sent a scrutinizing gaze.

It seemed as if she had come to evaluate the person who would become her brother-in-law.

If entangled in a trap-like investigation or caught in the clutches of probing questions, one would likely descend into the plaything of the villainous maiden. Wishing not to be ensnared in an obvious masterpiece, she took a stance of denying the truth.

“Stirring up trouble… Was the encounter with Edantré all just a game until now?”

“Why would you say that!”

“The man your sister met discreetly in private was Edantré alone. So naturally, wouldn’t the palace also be discreetly observing the relationship between your sister and Edantré? By now, the gears of the court are probably moving busily.”

“…”

Despite the scandal caused by the affair between the youngest son of the Hohenberg family and Princess Ludmila making a stir, it seemed the newspapers refrained from covering it extensively.

The palace was in motion.

In response to Elizaveta’s words, he swallowed dryly.

It wouldn’t be long before he was dragged before the doting emperor.

There was a high probability that it would turn out that way.

* * *

The reason Elizaveta visited the villa was certainly not solely because of her sister’s scandal.

What could be the business,

Such a question was not pressed.

Since she already knew the Platinum Princess’s inner thoughts.

Suddenly, in the midst of their conversation, she sighed and, with a sidelong glance out the window, revealed a gaze filled with sadness. It was undoubtedly the typical appearance of a girl experiencing the pain of unrequited love.

“I’m fine. I’m trying to forget now…”

“…”

“Sitting here like this just makes me pathetic. Maximilian is probably enjoying a sweet honeymoon with that damn saint by now.”

“You’ve thought it through.”

While pondering the pain of unrequited love inflicted by her ruthless fiancé, Elizaveta tried to force a smile.

It couldn’t be okay.

Because she genuinely loved Maximilian.

The deeper the love, the more fatal the pain of unrequited love would be. Since half-hearted comfort might turn into a new wound, she kept her mouth shut. She just looked at her with a worried expression.

“But Beatrice…! I’ll never let that damn woman go as easily as Maximilian. I will tear apart that hypocritical facade with sheer sincerity and hypocrisy. Just wait until Maximilian comes back!”

She gripped the cup as if ready to crush it, revealing sharp words with both hands.

Beside her, Rua, who was sipping cocoa, was startled and clung to me.

Terrifying.

Was this the hatred of a spurned maiden?

Elizaveta, who revealed her sharpness, seemed to look at Ludmila, who had heard the aunt’s words.

“Your Majesty Elizaveta, you must pay even more attention to your safety from now on.”

“Hmm? What does that mean?”

You are destined to die.

As mentioned in Part 2, the villainous beauty Elizaveta is destined to meet a tragic end.

It is the death sentence pronounced by the author.

Undoubtedly, an event that would bring death to her was about to occur.

He gazed at Elizaveta’s vivid green eyes and demanded attention. Unable to directly say, “The human who created the world has sentenced you to death,” he had to carefully explain the danger.

“The villains who harbored resentment at the Holy Maiden Party have continued to attack the Baltaria Empire. Naturally, wouldn’t they aim for the princess, who is of imperial blood?”

“If they hate the empire, of course, they’d target me, the princess.”

Elizaveta was the villainous beauty with a foreseen tragic death.

How,

How would he snatch the platinum princess away?

Only the author knew the death sentence imposed on the princess. Therefore, he had to list worst-case scenarios and be fully prepared. He wanted to protect Elizaveta in place of the irresponsibly departed Maximilian.

Sympathy towards the villainous beauty who experienced numerous misfortunes in the story?

Or perhaps guilt over the fiancée Maximilian abandoned and left behind.

He didn’t know.

It was simply a determination to protect.

“Get down immediately!”

When he rose from the sofa and headed towards the window,

He sensed an imminent crisis, like boiling tension, and let out a scream close to a shriek.

It was clear.

Something was about to happen.

His honed intuition, developed through countless dangers on the front lines, echoed the call of imminent danger. Accepting the urgent call of intuition that rang like an alarm.

──────!!!!

A dazzling flash.

A thunderous explosion spreading like a storm.

Simultaneously, windows struck by shockwaves shattered one after another.

He drew the holster’s pistol.

And instinctively grasped the hilt of the holy sword.

An explosion occurred.

It was presumed to be an artificially induced explosion.

“E, Edanant?!”

“Hi-ee-ek!!”

He turned his head urgently.

Elizaveta, with a startled expression.

Rue, nestled in the arms of the princess, let out a scream tainted with horror.

Following them, the guards waiting outside forcefully kicked the door and entered. They, too, displayed a bewildered expression, evidently taken aback by the sudden explosion.

“Princess Elizaveta!”

“Hurry, guard the princess!”

What’s going on?

Was it an ambush targeting Elizaveta?

No,

It wasn’t.

The origin of the explosion was a location quite distant from the mansion, at least 800 yards away. If the intention was to assassinate Elizaveta, they would have hidden explosives closer.

‘A bombing aimed at the imperial palace.’

Damn it,

Even the palace has become a target.

Raising his momentarily lowered body, he pulled out glass shards embedded in his cheek.

* * *

A pillar of fire erupted.

Subsequently, red smoke billowed, exhaling ferocity.

The imperial palace turned crimson.

It felt as if a firebolt had fallen from the sky.

The aftermath of the explosion that occurred in the outer Seventh District covered half of the city.

Citizens swept away by the fierce bombardment were buried without a moment’s reprieve. And those who survived the explosion screamed, starting to flee. The once peaceful city, now engulfed by the bombing, became a chaotic battlefield where death and survival intersected.

“Hahat! Hahaha! Looks good, damn imperial bastards!!”

A hooded figure shouted.

Malevolence.

Hatred emanated from the twisted rubble scorched by fire.

A man who looked like a madman extended both hands towards the erupting pillar of fire. Like expressing gratitude to an orchestra that presented a grand opera, he erupted into maniacal laughter. His appearance was truly eerie.

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The bombma that adorned the beginning of Chapter 2.

A cruel and ruthless villain who sought to obliterate the saint, Beatrice, without leaving a trace.

Leader of the Explosive Squad,

Gael Dohr.

The wicked criminal who once targeted the saint’s party reappeared in full force, along with his subordinates, detonating the city.