The Invincible Aloof Yandere Princess Falls in Love with Her Younger Court Mage's Fatherly Warmth! ~She Clung to Him So Much That the King Fired Him. When He Made Marriage His Official Reason for Resigning Under Royal Order, the Light Vanished from the Princess's Eyes~ - Volume 1 - Chapter 9

Chapter 9: Symbol of Fatherhood

This is from the princess’s point of view.

How her heavy feelings for Albert grew.

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In the corridor stretching through the royal palace.

The one walking quickly with guards in pitch-black outfits is a beautiful girl who gives off a terrifying aura.

Her silver hair sparkles as she flips it, and the girl mutters to herself.

“…He’d better wash his neck and wait. That lowlife idiot…”

The girl—Killriera—was furious from the bottom of her heart.

She harbored an intense emotion toward her own father, the king, that could only be called murderous intent.

The reason was obvious: it concerned the boy Albert, the only person in the world to whom Killriera opened her heart—or rather, on whom she depended in a messy, obsessive way.

Albert probably hated the king deeply for pulling the trigger on the “tragedy of Call Village.”

The only thing Killriera feared was that Albert’s resignation might not be due to the king’s orders, but voluntary. In other words, that he didn’t want to stay with Killriera, the daughter of the king he hated.

Even though she told herself that couldn’t be true, ever since learning about Call Village, she had been overwhelmed with anxiety.

No joke—Albert was the only person Killriera could feel at peace with. The only one she could trust, the only one she could rely on—it was all just Albert.

“If Albert hated me… I wouldn’t stop until I destroyed everything…”

She meant those words completely seriously, but to the shadows listening behind her, they sounded like nothing more than a joke.

Even so, if asked to choose between the world and Albert, she would answer Albert without hesitation.

Lately, she didn’t want to be apart from him for even a moment, and she seriously considered ordering them to live together in her room. Once, when she tried to have him accompany her even to the bathroom, he understandably pulled back, and it shocked her…

…That was the kind of person Killriera was. But maybe it was inevitable that she became this addicted to Albert.

“Ah… I want to hurry and get rid of those eyesores…”

Yes. Basically, the only people around her were those who relied on her talents and tried to use her.

She had never once failed in her studies since birth, excelled in swordsmanship, and possessed special-class talent in magic. On top of that, with her looks and lineage, the misfortune for Killriera was that she was simply too much of an all-around genius.

If the king and those around her had the capacity to accept that, it would have been fine, but in reality, they did not. They half-resented her talents while trying to use only her abilities and status.

Before she knew it, Killriera had dug deep into the political center to the point where even the king couldn’t ignore her, and as a result, many nobles started hurling selfish requests at her.

Everyone around her was selfish, yet none had talent greater than hers—they were all worthless. In that environment, how could she ever find someone to entrust her heart to?

Whether it was the effect of that emotional exhaustion or not… Killriera finally awakened to the unique magic said to have been wielded by the first Atlas king—and then failed to control it. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t handle it properly.

Everyone sent fake words of comfort. And they only licked their lips, wondering how to take advantage of this opportunity.

For some reason, the one sent by the king as a guide to control her unique magic was a small, seemingly unreliable beautiful boy named Albert. But he quickly melted Killriera’s frozen heart.

Thinking about that boy, who could even be called her benefactor, one of the shadows behind her couldn’t hold back anymore and muttered.

“That boy… just what kind of person is he…?”

Right after that.

“…He is my light.”

“!”

They probably hadn’t expected an answer. There was a sense of surprise from behind.

Or perhaps it was shock from realizing the depth of Killriera’s feelings for Albert.

“You people might not be able to notice it.”

“What do you mean by that…?”

…In truth, even Killriera hadn’t expected much at first.

She had heard he was the youngest court magician, but she herself had no shortage of genius stories like that.

What bothered her was his appearance.

At eighteen, Killriera had been especially annoyed lately by approaches from nobles with superior looks. She was fed up with those fake guys who only had looks and family name swarming to court her.

…So this time, she suspected it was some kind of honey trap arranged by the king. She doubted his decision but found it too troublesome to check the guide’s background. She figured Albert would give up soon anyway.

And so, Killriera and Albert’s relationship was supposed to start with that negative impression.

—The result… was Killriera falling instantly.

First, unlike others, he never once thought of using Killriera.

The clever Killriera, given her position, could usually see through people’s impure feelings. Yet she sensed none of that from Albert.

That alone was precious to Killriera. In this world where everyone tried to use her or depend on her, he was the only one she could relax around.

Ah, maybe I don’t need to be on guard with this kid, she thought. It took embarrassingly little time for her to let her guard down after that.

And then, something else surprised her. In the world of magic—Albert was a genius who far surpassed Killriera.

He had talent that laughed off the saying that those without unique magic could never succeed greatly in magic.

Bottomless magical power that exceeded Killriera’s, precise control that mastered it completely. He handled all basic magic and the four great magics with unreasonable scale, speed, and adaptability.

He said he didn’t want to stand out, which was the only frustrating part since other magicians looked down on him.

And so.

It was almost inevitable that Killriera would develop feelings for Albert, who had such rare talent.

When she woke up in the morning, she carefully groomed herself in ways she hadn’t cared about before, and put on makeup just enough not to seem vulgar. While handling the massive pile of documents delivered to her office, she glanced at the door every five minutes, hoping he would come.

On days when word came that he couldn’t show up because of his main duties, she stayed in a bad mood until bedtime. But the moment he came the next day, her mood fixed instantly.

And, though she hadn’t realized it herself… it seemed Killriera had a habit of wanting to act spoiled toward those above her.

For example, deliberately failing at magic to get thorough guidance. And if she accidentally caused a misfire and got hurt, getting sweetly tended to… that was Killriera’s secret pleasure.

Well, in short.

Albert’s maturity beyond his age, his calm demeanor… it pierced right into Killriera’s unspoken desire for fatherly qualities—.

“Many of his charms only become clear when you get close to him. Even his obviously skilled magic, he hides well.”

“Charms… you say. But this is the first I’ve heard of his magic skills. Rumor has it he’s the only court magician who can’t use unique magic—”

“—So what? Do you think someone at your level can accurately measure his talent? Besides, I’m not talking about something that shallow.”

Ah, no good. As expected, the ordinary fools around her understand nothing.

Albert really is amazing. Overflowing with talent, humble and kind. He watches Killriera closely and cares for her. And when she uses magic well, he praises her a lot…

Also, that handsome-cute face of his, yet with a somehow fleeting, fragile side… that adds an even more twisted charm.

To him, so reliable and full of human appeal… now Killriera wants to repay him.

She must punish that foolish man who only has power, and eliminate the danger to Albert.

Once that’s done, this time for sure. To that cute, more reliable than anyone Albert, she will spoil herself all out for the past few days—.

Come on.

So hurry and get rid of that root of all evil…

As Killriera radiated that thick, muddy passion, the shadows behind her involuntarily fell silent.

At that moment, one of the shadows ran up from the side of the corridor and quickly whispered in her ear.

“Your Highness. The subordinate shadows are already all in position. Also, part of the Great Lion Knight Order—those who agree with us—should join us soon.”

“Yes, part… Then I won’t wait any longer. More importantly, it’s a race against time now.”

“Then… shall we move to the second phase?”

“Yes. Our side’s movements have probably already been noticed. We’ll attack before the enemy can prepare.”

“Yes!”

The die is cast. From here on, it’s no longer a joke.

Even so—Killriera never joked with the king who tried to take Albert from her in the first place.

Everything is serious… she’s going for his life and the throne.

“I don’t need the king’s chair or anything. But for peace with Albert… that foolish king, blood ties or not—I’ll kill him.”