“Huff… huff…”
Wendy darted back to his room, slammed the Oak Door shut with a bang, locked it, and slumped limply against the door as if his bones had been extracted, gulping in heavy breaths.
The Dressing Mirror by the door just happened to reflect his disheveled appearance at this very moment.
That usually calm and composed, delicate face was now red as a ripe apple, with even his fair neck and the tips of his ears tinged with a suggestive, alluring pink.
Those mesmerizing peach blossom eyes were misted over, and as his gaze shifted, it carried an irresistible, inviting charm.
“R-really… I just lost my head for a second…”
Wendy looked at his own flustered reflection in the mirror, annoyed, and ruffled his slightly messy hair.
He’d been so impatient atop the city wall just now, kissing and hugging—would Astreia think he was some experienced Sea King, a Playboy Prince who treated things so casually?
But honestly, he couldn’t be blamed for all of it.
In his previous life, he’d been Mother’s Womb Single for over twenty years, pouring all his energy into studying and grinding Key Performance Indicators, never having the chance to taste this kind of sweetness.
After crossing over, he’d spent every day sequestered in the Royal Palace, living like a Prisoner.
And today, the immense sense of Achievement from this near-perfect Victory, mixed with the happiness of being embraced by that voluptuous valkyrie, the two joys stacked together, had completely overwhelmed his reason.
His mind was full of useless junk, leaving no room for calm, and before he knew it, that awful line—“Come to my room”—had just slipped right out.
Suddenly, Wendy remembered the game’s plot.
In the original, Prince Wendy Black, after Astreia’s blackening, had almost half-heartedly and passively become the bed partner of that Astreia Empress, pinned down and locked tight by those long, powerful legs, spending every night in wild abandon, drained utterly dry.
Compared to his own initiative just now… Could this be the work of Fate Correction?
Still, recalling that breathtaking expanse of snowy white, and that powerful yet soft embrace, Wendy felt like he’d made a profit.
No, it was a huge win!
At that thought, Wendy couldn’t help but giggle foolishly.
The corners of his mouth curled high, his eyes arched into charming crescents, and he’d already begun fantasizing about lying on those bouncy “pillows” in a moment, draping those honey-colored long legs over his shoulders—what kind of bliss would that be…
“Knock—knock—knock—”
Just as Wendy’s mind was racing toward the R18 zone at full speed, three steady, rhythmic knocks snapped him back to reality, his whole body jolting as his heart skipped a beat.
Astreia?!
She… she’s here already?
That fast? Did she see me run off and not even bother with the Celebration Banquet, just chased me straight here?!
Wendy’s cheeks flared hot again.
Who would’ve thought, Astreia, you thick-browed, upright-looking girl—turns out you’re even more impatient than me in private! Not even giving me time to bathe and change?
Hmm… If not, then not.
Maybe… we could bathe together? Hehehe…
For a moment, Wendy’s heart fluttered wildly, a lovesick smile blooming on his face, the upturned corners of his mouth impossible to suppress.
“Knock knock knock!!!”
This time, the knocking grew urgent and forceful, as if the person outside had lost all patience.
Huh?
This eager?
Wendy quickly took a deep breath, hurriedly straightened his rumpled collar and hair, and tried to compose himself into a steady, dignified pose before stepping forward to open the door.
“Good evening, Wendy Black Highness…”
But standing outside wasn’t the voluptuous Princess he’d been longing for, ready to explore the harmony of life together.
Instead, it was the grim-faced former Secretary, Edwin Veid.
“Uh… good evening, is there something you need?” Wendy forced his facial muscles, twisted wildly, into a polite smile, but inside, he was screaming.
Why is it you, you gloomy weirdo?!
Where’s my soft, fragrant Princess Royal?!
Get lost! Don’t block my path to the peak of life, you bastard!
“Seems I’ve interrupted your pleasant mood, Lord Wendy?”
Edwin stood with his hands behind his back, a half-smile on his lips, clearly seeing right through Wendy’s perfunctory greeting and impatience.
“Yes, you’re interrupting me.”
Wendy’s patience evaporated in an instant.
He couldn’t even be bothered to keep up the nobles’ fake courtesies, and directly issued an eviction order, “I have a very important appointment soon. If you have something to say, say it quickly. If not, please leave at once and don’t block the door.”
These blunt words froze the fake smile on Edwin’s face, and the gloom in his eyes turned into real malice.
“In that case…”
Before he finished speaking, he suddenly drew a coldly gleaming dagger from his sleeve, his handsome face twisted with rage as he shrieked, “…then don’t blame me!”
“What the hell!!!”
A chilling killing intent rushed at him—Wendy’s pupils shrank!
He instinctively jerked backward with all his might!
“Shrrip—!”
The sharp dagger swept past the tip of his nose.
Though he dodged the vital spot, his left sleeve was sliced open, and a searing pain shot through his arm!
Before Wendy could react, Edwin barreled into the room, slammed the Oak Door shut and locked it with a bang.
His eyes burned with jealousy and fear as he glared at Wendy, snarling like a cornered beast, “Stop pretending! You monster! You’ve been planning how to get rid of me all along, haven’t you?! With a wave of your hand you can slaughter tens of thousands of Orcs—how could a Demon like you possibly let me go?! Go die already!!!”
Before he finished, Edwin pounced again.
“You’re insane!”
Wendy, both shocked and furious, rolled desperately to the side, barely dodging the lethal strike.
The dagger stabbed deep into the bedboard behind him with a dull thud.
“Cut the crap! Either hand over the real Gunpowder Formula, or die!”
Edwin yanked out the dagger, looking utterly deranged, and slashed at Wendy again and again.
Wendy could only dodge desperately around the sparse furniture and bed in the room, with no time to even call for help.
He was a pampered Prince—how could he possibly stand up to a desperate madman like this?
The cold blade repeatedly skimmed past his body, the wind from it stinging his cheeks.
Unable to dodge in time, his calf was slashed viciously, pain shooting through him as he staggered—Edwin grabbed him by the collar and slammed him against the wall!
The icy blade pressed instantly to his throat.
Never before had death felt so close.
In this moment, Wendy hated his own weakness for the first time.
Wisdom and strategy—before absolute violence, they were so pale and powerless!
He swore, if he survived this, he’d find a way to grow stronger—be it magic or anything else.
He never wanted to feel this helpless, his life in someone else’s hands, ever again!
But right now was no time for bravado.
“Help! Someone! Murder!”
Wendy screamed at the top of his lungs, straining every muscle to shout for help.
But Edwin just let out a crazed laugh, his face twisting with delight, “Hahaha! Don’t waste your breath! Everyone’s out in the Square preparing for the Celebration Banquet—it’s noisy as hell! Even if you scream yourself hoarse, no one will come to save you!”
But before he could finish laughing—
“Boom!!!”
The Oak Door exploded as if struck head-on by a battering ram, shattering with a thunderous crash!
Splinters flew everywhere, and a tall, resolute blue figure burst in like a goddess descending from the heavens!
“Wendy! What happened?!”
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