The Talentless Wicked Prince Wants To Survive ~ The Only Way For Me, Reincarnated As The Punching Bag Third Prince In A Romance Smartphone RPG, To Live Is To Not Break Off My Engagement With The Duke’s Yandere Daughter Who’s Stronger Than The Heroine~ - Chapter 72: Even though things had gone just as planned, the Saint looked dissatisfied

“Saint… I’m truly glad you’re safe…”

“Thank you very much. I believed that His Highness Wilfred would surely come to save me…”

Yes, this was Harold here.

Right now I was blankly watching, together with Sandra, the farce known as flirting between Wilfred and Christia.

As for Lorenzo, the story went that although he’d tried to kidnap the Saint, he’d realized Wilfred and the others were closing in on the warehouse and had no choice but to abandon her and flee.

Those in the kingdom who didn’t know the truth were now frantically searching for him.

“My goodness… It’s a good thing Wilfred quickly noticed the Saint’s disappearance and deciphered the coded message left behind. One wrong move and we might have ended up at odds with the Holy Kingdom…”

Cardis, his face pale, let out a sigh of relief and shook his head, but the look he gave Wilfred was somewhat warm, so the man’s opinion of our protagonist had probably skyrocketed. Hilarious.

Oh, of course, the coded message was something we had prepared in advance. I’d asked Sandra to casually drop it on the floor the moment they’d noticed Christia had been kidnapped.

And while they’d been busy decoding it, Sandra had joined us.

As for the contents of the code? I’d asked Sandra to handle that, so I didn’t know the details, but since it’d taken them quite a while to reach the warehouse, it must have been pretty hard. I’d ask her about it later.

“By contrast, you went off somewhere and left the Saint behind. Someone like you is a disgrace to the royal family.”

“…”

Wow, ever since I’d left Cardis’s faction, he’d stopped holding back with his words. Anyway, that was probably Cardis’s true opinion of me to begin with.

But come on… Wilfred didn’t notice Christia was missing either, did he? Then shouldn’t he get scolded the same way?

Not that saying so would help, he’d just find some other excuse to complain about.

“Now then… Saint, if we stay here too long, that Lorenzo might come to take you again. Please don’t ever let go of my hand.”

“Yes, please.”

Sigh… I couldn’t bear to watch this.

Let’s just leave the rest to Wilfred and head back to the palace already… huh?

“Sandra?”

“Fufu, thank you for your hard work. As I thought, you are truly more wonderful than anyone else.”

“Ah, haha…”

Well, the best thing to come out of this was that Sandra’s opinion of me went up.

With this, when the main story of EnHaza started, there wouldn’t be any engagement annulment event, right? Right!?

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After we returned to the royal palace, by order of King Eival, Lorenzo Salvatori was declared wanted throughout the entire kingdom.

It seemed the goal was not to cover up the incident, but to show that the kingdom was addressing it openly, thereby earning the trust of the Holy Kingdom of Baltian.

Well, he’d already turned to ashes, so they’d never find him.

Huh? Come to think of it, wouldn’t that make the kingdom look incompetent for never catching the culprit?

Incidentally, Wilfred was widely proclaimed in the royal capital as the hero who had prevented Saint Christia’s kidnapping.

Apparently, King Eival had been unusually pleased upon hearing the whole story and had decided to make Wilfred his figurehead.

“Things have gotten quite complicated, haven’t they?”

Right now, I was having tea with Christia. Sandra and Carla were naturally here too.

“Fufu… To think His Majesty the King would do such a thing is certainly unexpected.”

Christia put a hand to her lips and chuckled softly. However, her emerald eyes were not smiling, holding anger instead.

Well, her anger was understandable.

After all… even if it was to boost Wilfred’s reputation, they’d gone as far as fabricating a romance between him and Christia.

“But since you treated Wilfred that way after coming to the kingdom, it’s only natural some people would misunderstand, isn’t it?”

“…It’s just that I thought he would be easy to handle…”

Indeed… Christia regarded Wilfred as “an easily handled fool who mistakenly believes himself talented”, saying that while he might have personal talent in strength, he was full of pride and vanity and at the very least lacked intelligence.

Pretty harsh.

“Isn’t it just self-inflicted? If you’d like, I can fully assist in making sure you actually end up with that piece of trash.”

“Huh!? U-um… Could you perhaps forgive me already…?”

Receiving Sandra’s absolute-zero glare, Christia turned pale.

Still, it really was what she’d brought upon herself.

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“Fufu… Thank you for going out of your way to come here.”

“…”

Right after finishing my match with Carla and returning to my room, one of the priests had come to summon me rather rudely.

Though I found it troublesome, as the host I couldn’t very well refuse outright, so overlooking the priest’s somewhat impolite attitude, I came here.

“In truth, I have a personal favor to ask of you, Prince Harold… If you would be willing to accept it, I, the Saint herself, would not be unwilling to provide you with a more comfortable environment within the kingdom.”

“…Pardon me, but I don’t understand what you mean.”

“Fufu. We know quite well your position within the kingdom. Of you being the ‘talentless wicked prince’.”

Those words… touched the wrath of my most-beloved fiancée…

“Your countless insults toward my dear Haru-sama are worthy of death a thousand times.”