Chapter 57: Crazy Princess

[Aisha Sinclair]

[Trait: Princess]

[Personality: Authority, arrogance, masochism, obsession, delusion]

[Favorability: 137/100]

[The appropriate favorability Max is 100.]

Is it just my imagination, or does the steadily rising favorability look like combat power?

Late evening.

The Princess’s voice was heard quietly in the park’s men’s restroom.

"Gilmon..."

Creakkk.

A blade is being dragged along the wall.

I can tell just by the sound.

She’s coming this way.

"...Are you there~"

It’s definitely the Princess.

Her voice sounded particularly eerie today.

"You can run, but you can’t hide!"

Livia seems to have lost strength in her legs.

She’s still staring up at me with moist eyes, her legs spread in an M shape.

Lying on the toilet seat with her legs lewdly spread, she’s asking me with her eyes.

’What do I do?’

Clearly, a woman strong enough to be one of the top in the Empire is now infinitely weak.

It might also be because she can’t use force against the Princess.

Decisively, her unusual clothes and makeup make her look like a different person.

In this state, isn’t she no different from a barmaid being chased by thugs?

Above all, even the pink liquid flowing between her legs.

Livia, who has only ever played the role of protecting someone.

Now, she’s in the position of a female who needs to be protected.

"Ughh..."

She unknowingly groaned, then quickly covered her mouth.

But it was already too late.

The sound of the blade scraping against the wall stopped.

Thump. Thump.

The footsteps also disappeared.

I breathed slowly, afraid of making even the slightest sound.

Livia held her breath altogether.

[Favorability Redistribution: 25,000pt]

I quietly turned on the app and pressed the purchase button.

Then, two empty slots appeared.

I just need to add two heroines here.

My hands trembled.

Afraid of making a sound when touching the screen.

I momentarily wondered if I had turned off the phone’s sound settings.

I dragged Aisha and Livia’s avatars to the empty slots.

At that moment.

"There you are!!"

"WAHHH!"

The Princess raised her head above the toilet stall.

How on earth did she climb up to that position?

The Princess rested her arms on the partition and placed her chin on top.

It looked as if only her head was floating in the air.

In her hand, she held a sharp, gleaming knife.

It was similar to what is commonly called a sashimi knife.

Livia lost her mind and screamed.

The Princess’s eyes rolled and turned towards Livia.

Wide open pussy.

The light pink liquid still pooling between them.

"I knew it. You filthy slut."

The Princess spoke without feeling, without emotion.

Aisha suddenly climbed up the toilet stall with an unknown force.

Not caring that her own skin was being scraped off as she climbed.

As if someone was pushing her, her upper body instantly climbed over the partition.

"Please, please save me. Princess, please save me!"

Aisha didn’t blink.

Her eyes were constantly directed at Livia.

"I’ll tear your pussy apart. You dirty bitch."

Next, her eyes turned to me.

"Gilmon, I’ll forgive you if you become my personal slave."

I hurriedly adjusted the favorability.

I redistributed the favorability so that both of them stayed in the early 90s.

"T-that’s enough!"

But there was no immediate reaction.

There’s a slight time difference in the System’s application.

I need to buy time somehow, but the Princess is already about to jump down.

Livia barely regained her senses and brought her legs together.

But somehow, the door wouldn’t open.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

Something must be blocking it from the outside.

Aisha jumped over the partition.

The dress she was wearing was torn in a pathetic way.

Swinging her knife, she wedged herself between me and Livia.

"No, no!"

I stood in her way.

I thought I had grabbed her wrist, but what kind of woman is this strong?

Aisha trembled the sashimi knife near my face, alternately applying and releasing force.

If I let my guard down even a little, my eyeballs might be gouged out.

The blade, longer than my upper arm, struck down near my shoulder.

"Urghh!"

What a crazy bitch!

The blade scraped against the bone near my armpit.

No, is it my heart instead of my shoulder?

The blade was drawn towards where my heart is.

"...."

Aisha’s movements stopped.

There was no continuing pain.

There was no additional pain of tearing through my skin.

There was no hot blood flowing out of my body.

Thinking back to when I was hacked to pieces by the heroines before I died in the previous playthrough...

...This was a better end than that time.

***

"Help..."

"It’s okay, patient, we’ll save you."

I heard a kind woman’s voice.

But I soon lost consciousness.

"...You’ve recovered a lot. Yes, you don’t have to worry..."

This time, a gentle man’s voice.

Am I in heaven?

If I died, I wouldn’t be able to go to heaven.

Am I going to regress again?

... I lost consciousness.

I repeated the process of my consciousness rising to the surface and sinking several times.

***

Several days passed like that.

My condition has improved a lot.

The shoulder penetration wound was severe, but fortunately, it narrowly missed my heart, and I came to the emergency room quickly.

... Should I call this fortunate?

Maybe I wanted everything to end there.

"You shouldn’t have weak thoughts."

My dedicated nurse, Siri, said in a kind voice.

She smiled as she changed the IV drip.

She took such good care of me that she could read my mind.

How long has it been since I talked to a woman who wasn’t a heroine?

A relationship with a woman who doesn’t make a fuss about everything I say was very happy.

Of course, she’s just being kind to me and has no romantic interest at all.

"They’re going to be a little late today."

"...Who?"

"Oh, well, Gilmon is pretty popular with women. There’s so many that I couldn’t even remember their names. You must be an amazing guy, aren’t you, Gilmon?"

Who... is it?