Hero? Are You Worthy?
Chapter 595 - 429: Silf is My Woman (3)

Chapter 595: Chapter 429: Silf is My Woman (3)

Alfred did not like the princess, in fact, he was filled with disgust for Princess Milo, wishing she would stay as far away from him as possible.

Princess Milo’s infatuation had also been a constant annoyance to Alfred.

He, the proud Elf King, favored those delicate and beautiful girls, gentle and soft. How could he possibly desire a gorilla?

Even though Princess Milo might look barely normal when not transformed, Alfred would never forget how truly horrific she looked once she did.

That detestable king must have been unable to marry off his daughter and insisted on pushing her onto him.

Otherwise, with so many princesses to choose from, why would he pick the worst one?

Normally, Alfred would have loved for a hero to step forward and marry Princess Milo, just to save him the trouble.

But now, to suddenly see Princess Milo having dinner with a man, and to look somewhat intoxicated by the alcohol at that...

He felt a sour taste in his heart. Silf had completely abandoned him, and now even Princess Milo, who had always clung to him, seemed to be getting close to another man?

He felt a nameless anger welling up inside him, and the flames slowly transformed into hatred.

Princess Milo, he had not expected her to be such a shameless wretch. How desperate was she for men that she would cavort with another man the moment he showed her disinterest?

Disgusting, shameless.

Alfred cursed inwardly, eager to turn away and cleanse his sight of her.

Yet his feet were rooted to the spot as if nailed to the ground, peering through the glass to see what this shameful pair would get up to.

The restaurant was here, and the inn was right next door.

Did they intend to head straight there to get a room after a satisfying meal?

Heh, did that man even stand a chance with his delicate figure in front of Milo without being worn out to death?

Alfred’s mind spun with malicious thoughts as he let out a cold, mocking laugh...

The more he imagined Milo with that mysterious man in various scenarios, the worse he felt inside, becoming more and more uncomfortable and angry; he even had the impulse to burst into the restaurant and pierce that man’s neck with his lightning-fast thin sword.

Unbeknownst to him, the slender fingers of the Elf King were already clenched tight, and his handsome face was contorted almost into a snarl.

...

Inside the restaurant, Milo had not noticed the disturbance behind her, she continued to prattle on and on.

Even though her speech was disjointed, Qin Chu still gleaned a lot of useful information, gaining a rough understanding of the Exeter Kingdom.

In Qin Chu’s opinion, the Exeter Kingdom was likely one of the best-managed countries on the Sky Dome Continent, on par with the Ice Duchy, with the exception that life in the Ice Duchy was difficult due to the extreme cold.

In comparison, the Exeter Kingdom was almost like heaven.

The kingdom had its royals, its nobles, as well as its commoners.

However, the difference between the commoners and the nobility was not as stark; at least since Qin Chu arrived, he had never seen nobles oppressing commoners — a common occurrence in the Empire.

The faces of these commoners also beamed with smiles.

When they saw Princess Milo before, some commoners even dared to jeer. Such behavior in the Imperial City would undoubtedly have left them trembling on their knees, for daring to look the nobles and Royals in the eyes was an unforgivable offense.

Here, the commoners lived modestly but were at least free from famine; the lifestyle of the nobility was naturally higher, but nowhere near as extravagant as those of the imperial nobles.

The royalty, nobility, and commoners had reached a delicate balance.

Moreover, in the kingdom, the class gap between commoners and nobles was not impassable. Those who performed significant services for the kingdom had the qualifications to be ennobled, giving commoners something to strive for.

The Exeter Kingdom had not been completely free from the threat of demons; in fact, a demon lair had once appeared in the Royal Capital.

It was because of this demon invasion that Princess Milo gained fame throughout the kingdom.

Of course, in Milo’s view, it was nothing short of a nightmare.

When the demon lair suddenly emerged, although it was unclear what those creatures were, the contorted limbs, sharp teeth and mouths, and emanation of a strong, dark, foul stench were enough for anyone to instinctively understand the threat they posed.

The moment the demons appeared, they began indiscriminately slaughtering humans around them.

Unfortunately for these demons, they were very unlucky.

It just so happened that Princess Milo was shopping nearby; hearing the commotion, she instructed her maid to notify the City Guard and the Royal Members, while she, wielding a massive Wolf Fang Club, charged over and cleaned out the emerging demons in an instant. She then single-handedly guarded the entrance to the lair, pulverizing every demon that emerged.

By the time the City Guard and Royal Members arrived, what they saw was an uncountable number of demon corpses.

Blood flowed across the ground, accumulated into rivers.

Piles of demonic remains stacked like mountains, numbering in the thousands, perhaps tens of thousands.

Each demon had its head crushed, its body nearly turned to pulp, flanking both sides of the scene.

Standing starkly between two mountains of corpses was Princess Milo, Wolf Fang Club in hand.

Her long dress was completely soaked with blood; pieces of demon flesh and muscle tissue hung from the princess’s body, while the club bore large chunks of flesh, skin, hair, and bone fragments...

After the prolonged battle, Princess Milo was gasping heavily; to anyone listening, her breaths sounded like the roars of a barbaric beast.

Her appearance made Princess Milo seem more of a demon than the demons themselves, the very embodiment of a demon that had walked right out of Hell.

Even the powerful demon controlling the lair behind the scenes seemed to realize it was futile to fight her and ultimately gave up in resignation, closing the passage on its own initiative.

Then it was Milo’s brother who, out of sheer shock, recorded the scene with a magic image, intending to use it for the Royal Family’s propaganda.

This was further compounded by the numerous eyewitnesses who spread the word.

As a result, Princess Milo’s image was thoroughly distorted.

Of course, although the rumors spread by the populace were exaggerated, they weren’t necessarily malicious, but they still irritated Milo greatly.

After all, no matter how powerful she was, she was still a woman.

Milo had kept these matters pressed in her heart on a daily basis, with no one to share her feelings with, but now that she had finally found someone who would listen to her, the princess let out everything that had been bottled up inside her.

It felt as if a great weight had been lifted, and she suddenly felt much more comfortable.

She grabbed the cup of wine from the table and downed it in one go, a unbridled pleasure.

The strong alcohol scorched her stomach, and she felt a bit hungry suddenly, realizing she had been so busy drinking that she hadn’t eaten anything yet.

Instinctively reaching for the steak on the table, Milo stopped just before touching it, reminded that such a gesture wasn’t really proper etiquette.

The habits she’d formed in the army were hard to change overnight.

She stealthily glanced at Qin Chu across the table, then mimicked his actions, cutting the steak into small pieces with a fork and chewing modestly... Even though she was nearly drunk, she still cared about such things.

Talking about eating like this was really uncomfortable.

This scene, witnessed by Alfred outside, incensed the Elf King even more.

Damnable, damnable, damnable...

This rough woman dared to affect such airs in front of this wild man who appeared from nowhere?

Disgusting, disgusting.

He didn’t know what had come over him; surely Milo’s interest in other men was a good thing, but now he felt only increasing rage.

It was like a dog that had always circled around him, suddenly running off with someone else.

The discomfort was exceptionally strong, a strange and unpleasant feeling.

Qin Chu glanced at the Princess Milo in front of him, noticed her discomfort, and with a slight smile, skewered a large slice of meat with his fork and took a big bite, his lips greasy with fat, "You know, I’m not really accustomed to cutlery either, this way is more convenient."

Milo’s eyes lit up, feeling suddenly that this man before her was more and more appealing, "This... I’m not very used to it either."

Then, imitating Qin Chu’s method, she chewed down half a steak in one bite, and that uncomfortable awkwardness finally vanished.

With something in her stomach, Milo began to ramble on again... She didn’t know why, but even though she had just met this man today, she found it very comfortable to talk to him, with no inhibitions about saying whatever she wanted.

"I’m not young anymore, I’ve reached the age where I should be married, but it’s those messy rumors that keep the young nobles in the Kingdom at bay."

"With great difficulty, my father arranged a marriage for me with Elf King Alfred, but His Highness is so indifferent and aloof towards me."

"I’ve come to understand that someone as clumsy as me could never match up to the Elf King."

"What’s worse, recently the fiancée of Elf King Alfred suddenly appeared out of nowhere."

At this point, Milo seemed to lose all her strength, slumping over the table, "I only glimpsed her for a moment, but she is a very cute woman indeed, this means I really have no chance now, right? I guess I will never be able to get married in this lifetime."

"Well, it doesn’t matter, I’m just an unwanted gorilla anyway..." Milo mumbled dejectedly.

The corners of Qin Chu’s mouth still held a faint smile.

He finally understood why Milo had shown up at the inn’s entrance and why she was so furious.

So, Milo’s fiancé was that Elf King Alfred, the one Asina reported on, Silf’s fiancé?

Hmm, quite a handsome man indeed.

Qin Chu’s gaze flicked to the window, thinking that for some nobles with peculiar tastes, he would make a nice pet.

"Ah, sorry about that, came here to eat and ended up rambling so much to you," Milo seemed to realize, suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.

"By the way, I don’t know your name?"

"I am Qin Chu."

Qin Chu?

Milo pondered the name, her eyes suddenly sparking to life.

"Qin Chu? Are you not..."

"The Second Generation Brave Warrior of Sky Dome Continent and currently also serving as the Pope at the Holy Court..."

"Furthermore, please rest assured, Princess Milo!"

Qin Chu’s smile suddenly turned somewhat cold, "Silf is my woman!"

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