Vol 1 Chapter 7 – Why She’s Called the Spoiled Princess【Vol 1 – Spoiled Princess Arc】

Miriam sliced Princess Debora’s request to pieces.

As a result, the room’s air turned frighteningly cold.

Ooh… Goosebumps. Delightful…

“…Hey, I’m not asking you. I’m asking the Hero. Could you step back?”

“No.”

Princess Debora’s demand didn’t make Miriam budge an inch.

Without even a heartbeat of hesitation, she shot it down.

Debora must never have been refused so bluntly; she visibly faltered.

Small wonder—almost nobody in this kingdom dares defy royals who wield absolute power.

This might be the first time in her life anyone has turned her down.

“…! H-Hero, what about you? Will you reject me too?”

Princess Debora hurriedly looked my way.

She must believe I’ll hear her out.

And she’s right.

If I grant Princess Debora’s wish, painful trials will surely await me.

I opened my mouth to give my consent.

“No, I—”

“If you don’t refuse, I’m never healing you again.”

…

“Hero?!”

I snap my mouth shut.

Sorry…! Without Miriam’s lightning-fast heals—plus that exquisite agony—half the joy of my masochistic journey would vanish…!

Heading into a dungeon with Princess Debora would also promise marvelous suffering.

Yet to keep traveling with Miriam and getting her healing magic, I have to make some hard cuts.

No healer matches Miriam’s skill—and no one else hurts me quite like she does.

“Uuugh…! A-are you betraying me?!”

…

Her eyes swim with tears, but I can’t answer.

Ahh… People say life forces bitter choices; this is one of them…

“Heh. Give it up, Princess Debora. Erik’s busy—thanks to you royals.”

“Uuuuu…!!”

Seeing I won’t bend, Miriam breaks into a rare, smug grin.

Well, yes, King Rei keeps saddling me with absurd tasks, so I’m plenty busy drowning in pleasure…

Debora’s eyes brim with tears, so she doesn’t notice, but that was a risky comment, Miriam.

If punishment comes, I’ll take the hit for her.

“…Fine. Whatever.”

Lost in my fantasies, I hear Debora mutter in a flat voice, as if every drop of emotion had drained away.

At the same time, something odd was happening in the room.

“W-what is this mana…?!”

Miriam’s eyes fly open.

As a mage, she’s more sensitive to magic’s flow than I am.

Yet even I, who can barely cast, feel the dense mana flooding the room.

C-could it be…!!

“I don’t need nuisances.”

…?!

Debora murmurs softly.

Then, inside the swirling mana, something even more dangerous—yet enticing—unfolds.

Mana rushes toward Miriam.

It’s thick enough that even I can see it.

Just as I feared…!!

If this continues, Miriam will be in danger!

I can’t allow that! Plus, it’ll be my pleasure too!

“Unf—no, watch out! Miriam!!”

I shove Miriam aside.

And the next instant—

“BOOM!”

An unbelievable shock wave tears through my body.

Tough as I am, my organs jolt, bones crack, blood gushes.

Then searing heat crashes in, drenching me in sweat.

Yep, definitely an explosion.

“Gahhh…!!!”

“E-Erik…!!”

She tries to dash over as I stagger.

But not yet! My M-sensor insists the fun isn’t over!

“Reject a royal—no, reject me? Unthinkable.”

“Gough! Gwahh!!!”

Debora’s tone is glacial.

The eyes she turns on my bloody form are colder than a child’s should ever be.

What’s happening now can only be called horrific.

Not even allowed to collapse, I’m blasted a second, then a third time.

Warm blood spills from my mouth. Ah… did a few organs give in?

A glance at my right arm shows it half torn off.

Agonizing pain and heat crash over me.

Ah… My consciousness is slipping.

The pain isn’t the issue—I’ve built up decent tolerance.

I’ve probably just lost too much blood.

“S-Stop! Erik’s going to die…!!”

Even amid the blasts, Miriam fearlessly approaches me.

Careful, now. Only a seasoned masochist can enjoy a scene this cruel.

Besides, I won’t die.

Despite Miriam’s pleas, Debora’s bombardment doesn’t stop.

Spoiled Princess—the rumors were dead on.

“Fine! I’ll take Erik with you to the dungeon too! So please, stop…!”

“Really?”

Tears roll from Miriam’s large, round eyes as she begs.

At that, Debora instantly halts the explosions.

…What a shame.

Still, she truly does stop the moment she gets her way—Spoiled Princess indeed.

“Tsk, if you’d just listened from the start… Now the Hero’s dead because of you, you know? Ugh… Guess I’ll have to ask someone else to take me to the dungeon.”

“Erik…”

And she pins the blame for my wrecked body on Miriam—what a fiend.

Her puffed cheeks look cute, but her deeds are devilish.

That said, unlike King Rei, I doubt Debora harbors real malice.

It’s probably the innocent cruelty of a child.

…Not that I’m actually dead.

Sure, I’m burned all over, limbs shredded by shock, and I’ve bled buckets.

An ordinary person would be long gone.

“Ugh, huff… I-I’m… fine… Miriam…”

“Erik!!”

Miriam gathers me in her arms, tears pouring down her face.

Heh… Making her cry for my kink is not what I want.

I should avoid this sort of thing when I can.

“Please… healing magic…”

“O-okay…”

Miriam hesitates, then casts her spell.

As expected, her speed and completeness are in a league of their own.

And this pain… exquisite!

“No way… You took my spell head-on and lived…”

As my body jerks from pleasure-laced agony, Debora stares, wide-eyed.

Yeah, normal people die.

But I’ve got my skills—and a habit of turning pain into bliss.

“Ehehe! You’re amazing, Hero! I like you!”

“Is… that so…”

“Yup! Let’s hit the dungeon together!”

She grasps my hand and pumps it up and down.

Ahh, the forced movement makes me bleed again…

Heh… Truly, the royals of this kingdom are magnificent…