The Main Heroines are Trying to Kill Me-Chapter 471: Side Story - The Battle Royale (14)

- Poke…

She lightly poked his cheek with her index finger.

“… So soft.”

She muttered dazedly.

Seeing he was still sleeping soundly, Roswyn cautiously snuggled into his arms.

“… So warm.”

She lay there with her eyes closed, nestled against him, but suddenly lifted her head.

“Are you asleep, Frey?”

Speaking softly, she reached out and stroked his cheek again.

“… Stupid Frey.”

“…”

“How can you do your thing and then just go to sleep?”

Her lower belly begins to flush and heat up again.

- Gurgle…

“…Ugh.”

Her lower abdomen still felt full, causing her to squirm and cross her legs.

She shot a sharp look at Frey.

“Annoying.”

Of course, there was no response from the still-sleeping Frey.

“Stupid Frey.”

Still, there was no answer.

- Thump, thump…

As she wriggled quietly, Roswyn put her hand on her flushed cheek, whispering softly.

“… I-Is this what they called handsome privilege?”

She then moved her face close to Frey’s.

- …Smooch.

She presses her lips against his, whispering tenderly.

“What would have happened if I had accepted your flower?”

She herself didn’t know why she was imagining this scenario.

Was it pure curiosity or guilt over the things she had done?

She couldn’t be sure.

“I-If I had… would I have become your first wife? H-Hehe…”

Roswyn was lost in a daydream about how things might have been different if she had taken Frey’s flower.

“I would have proudly pulled out the Helper System, and then… hmm…”

“And then?”

Suddenly, a voice came from right in front of her, holding back laughter.

“I’d declare it, right? ‘I am your sole Helper, so from now on, you have to listen to me…’”

Excitedly recounting her fantasy, Roswyn trailed off and blinked.

“Pfft…”

Frey had woken up and was smiling mischievously at her.

“W-When did you…?”

“I woke up when you kissed me.”

At those words, Roswyn ducked her head and buried her face in Frey’s chest.

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“S-So embarassinggggggg…”

Although he wanted to ask her something cheeky like “Didn’t we just have sex?”, Frey quietly patted her back, holding back his comment.

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“Ugh…”

“What’s wrong, Roswyn?”

A few minutes later, Roswyn got dressed and stood up with a pained expression, prompting Frey to ask her a question.

“Are you hurt somewhere?”

“… My lower part aches.”

“Oh.”

Frey nodded slightly, hearing her embarrassed reply, as her face turned crimson.

“I-Is being handsome and having… that… big thing really is everything?”

“…”

“W-Well he’s also the most powerful person in the Empire’s— and also kind, and handsome… but is that really all it takes?”

“… Sorry?”

“Stupid Frey.”

Roswyn snapped back at Frey, who was standing there looking sheepish, before turning her gaze to the side.

“S-So, where are we headed now?”

“Oh, about that.”

Frey grinned as he stepped out of the inn.

“I’m going back to them.”

“Huh?”

Roswyn looked puzzled as Frey repeated himself.

“I’m going back to my wives, who are probably waiting to ambush me right now.”

“W-What are you saying?”

Her expression turned panicked as Roswyn stammered.

“If you go back now, I can’t guarantee your survival, you know?”

“…Hmm.”

“Y-You were so worn out just from what we did! If you go back, you’re going to shrivel up and die, I’m not joking!”

At her very reasonable argument, Frey flinched slightly, but then scratched his head and responded casually.

“No, it’s because you were just too good at it.”

“T-That’s not the poi–!”

She was about to yell in frustration but swallowed her words, and then asked a more timid question.

“…Was I really that g-good? M-Me?”

At her adorable question, Frey quietly walked up to her and whispered in her ear.

“Yeah, you were the best, Roswyn.”

“…Heh.”

Just with that one praise, her pride soared high into the sky.

Roswyn folded her arms behind her back and smirked.

“Well, I tend to be good at anything I try.”

“Yeah, that’s right.”

“So, I’m sure this upcoming social gathering will go perfectly too. Hehe.”

“Of course… Wait, what? Social gathering?”

Frey, who had been absentmindedly agreeing with her, suddenly widened his eyes in surprise and asked.

“Are you attending a social event?”

“I’m not just attending, I’m hosting it.”

“…Huh?”

Frey blinked in confusion at her bombshell announcement.

He even began to sweat a little.

“When? Where? What?”

“I’m in charge of setting the tone for the coronation. I’ll be declaring the grand return of the Sunset Ducal House and at the same time, announcing the revival of Roswyn’s Guild and my return to high society.” Р𝖆ΝȎBĘS̈

“…”

“The attendees? Well, I’ve invited everyone who has ever been involved with you—regardless of their status. The more, the merrier right?”

As Roswyn happily explained, Frey asked another question with a troubled expression.

“Like who?”

“Hmm… recently, I sent invitations to Miss Aishi, Miss Arianne, Miss Miho, Miss Alice, Miss Eurelia, and…”

As Frey listened to the list of names, he couldn’t help but notice a peculiar pattern and lightly grabbed Roswyn’s shoulder.

“I’ve also invited the Horizon family sisters, a branch of the Moonlight family, and… um…”

“Can you handle this?”

“Huh?”

“These are all some pretty big names, you know?”

Roswyn looked at him, puzzled, as though she didn’t understand.

“My group is attending too. There’s nothing to worry about.”

“But… as much as they say the social world is tricky… it’s a place full of political entanglements, where even the slightest mistake can mean you get ignored. I don’t think we can just rely on our group alone—“

“Frey.”

Roswyn, wide-eyed, interrupted him.

“I’m the Duke’s daughter.”

“…Huh?”

“In that group, sure, I might get pushed around a bit, but in the social world, I used to be pretty famous.”

At that reminder, Frey found himself reassessing the positions of the people around him.

He had a second-generation Demon King as his butler from the Starlight family, a Dragon who was a candidate as an Archmage by the Magic Tower, a soon-to-be Empress of the world’s strongest empire, and the leader of a global religious order. Not to mention a Duke’s daughter who was rebuilding her secret force and was considered the world’s most talented individual.

“…Huh, yeah, no problem.”

It was only now, as Frey awkwardly scratched his head, that he truly grasped the influence his group wielded.

“Right? So just look forward to it. It’ll be the best social gathering ever!”

“Yeah…”

Frey nodded quietly, although he still had a nagging feeling of unease.

There are so many people I haven’t seen in ages. This might get awkward…

Frey was determined to stay close to his heroines at the event.

He quickly shook his head.

“So… are you really going to leave now?”

“Yeah, I need to go.”

As Frey grabbed the door handle, Roswyn asked him one last question.

“That solution… it’s really going to work, right?”

“Of course.”

With his firm reply, Roswyn sighed and moved closer to him.

“T-Then… can we go on a little d-date before you leave?”

“…Pfft.”

“D-Don’t laugh! Stupid Frey!!”

The warm sunlight greeted the two as they stepped out of the inn.

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“”….””

Meanwhile.

“Target’s moving.”

Girls hiding in the shadowy alleyways of the sunny streets kept their eyes on Frey as he walked by.

“…Should we attack now?”

“No, it’s a public place.”

“But doing it outdoors with Frey sounds fun too…”

The battle for the title of first wife was about to reach its climax.

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