The World Is Mine For The Taking-Chapter 1084: Epilogue 20 - The Heroes From Another World (3)

"W-What are you even saying?" I shot back, my voice cracking slightly from sheer disbelief. I could feel my face heating up—part embarrassment, part annoyance. "I don’t intend to do something like that. Seriously, I don’t see becoming a hero from another world as some kind of privilege I can use for that kind of thing."

My words felt a little hollow even to myself, like I was scrambling to defend something obvious, but still—his accusation pissed me off. Being summoned here didn’t magically turn me into some kind of walking sex pass.

Amakawa-kun just grinned, and it wasn’t the friendly kind. It was that smug, shit-eating grin of his that made you want to punch him through a wall.

"Oh, you really thought that?" he said, leaning back like he owned the place. "Well, I don’t think so. Sooner or later, you’ll use that privilege to fuck any woman you want. Seriously, it’s a damn good privilege. Honestly, maybe I should use it on the Princess instead? She’s pretty hot. You know exactly what I mean. That’s why I told you I get where you’re coming from, right? I mean, fucking that beauty would be absolutely awesome."

His tone wasn’t just dirty—it was disgusting in a way that crawled under my skin. I glared at him, my jaw tightening. Every single word he said felt like it hit a nerve, like he was trying to drag me down to the same gutter he lived in.

He was really saying vile shit without blinking. And something like that? Yeah, no way I was letting it slide quietly.

"Oh? What are you gonna do exactly?" he said, raising an eyebrow like he was daring me. "Stop me?"

Before I could answer—or punch him—something sliced through the air behind us.

"Fufufu..."

A soft, melodic laugh slipped into the space like a whisper, and every hair on my body stood up. We both froze before slowly turning around.

And there she was.

The Princess.

Right behind us, standing with perfect posture, her long hair drifting slightly with the breeze like even the air itself was trying to flatter her. And she was smiling—not a normal smile, but one that looked like she found us amusing. Like she had walked in on two kids arguing over which twig was cooler.

My heart dropped straight into my stomach.

Did she hear everything?

No. Judging by the extremely serene, too-perfect smile on her face... she absolutely heard everything. Especially what Amakawa-kun said. Her eyes shimmered with something that looked way too polite to be comforting.

"I’m sorry," she said with a soft, almost playful tone. "You two were telling such an intriguing tale that I found myself stopping to listen."

Her approach was calm, too calm, as if the nasty, vulgar things Amakawa-kun said didn’t even scratch her composure. She acted like she was the teacher who had caught us gossiping about her but decided to play along instead of scolding us.

"Sorry, but... I guess there’s no hiding it now," Amakawa-kun said. Somehow, he looked pleased—like being caught was part of the thrill for him. Idiot.

The Princess continued smiling, and it only grew more dangerously gentle. "Well, I do find it interesting how strongly you seem to think that way," she said. "I think both of you are charming young men. And I am genuinely grateful that charming men like you desire to have me in bed."

Her smile shouldn’t have affected me the way it did, but it did. Hard.

It was seductive—but not intentionally. More like she radiated this natural allure, like she was wrapped in some kind of mature aura that didn’t belong to someone as young-looking as her. Her voice was warm, soft, and every word slipped into my ears like silk. My thoughts got fuzzy for a moment, drifting into a weird dreamlike state.

For a second, I felt like my mind was being pulled toward her, like she was some kind of beautiful flame and I was a dumb moth that didn’t know it was about to get burnt. It wasn’t magic—at least I didn’t think so—but the effect was scary.

Why was she showing that kind of aura? Was she trying to prove a point? Show us how out of our league she was? Or worse... show us how childish our thoughts were compared to her maturity?

She looked too good—unfairly good—and it felt too natural for any man to fall for her at first sight. I honestly felt jealous of whoever her lover was, and I hated that I was feeling something that stupid.

Then, her eyes sharpened, and her voice broke through the haze like ice water dumped on my head.

"However, I don’t find either of you desirable at all."

"Huh?" Amakawa-kun blurted, visibly stunned. His mouth hung open like he just got punched verbally.

"You seem surprised, Sir Amakawa," she continued. "But that should not be surprising. Many heroes gain confidence from their titles, and you are all catered to so you do not feel suffocated here. But I am not part of the secret services you are mentioning, nor do I intend to participate in such things. I already have a lover of my own, you see. But I appreciate your feelings toward me."

Her expression softened—only for a breath.

Then her smile vanished like a candle blown out, and her gaze hardened into something sharp enough to cut through bone.

"Thinking of something and acting on something—like touching a princess or any royalty—is a royal crime punishable by immediate execution. So if you wish to keep your head, and keep it out of the gutter, I advise you to limit such thoughts to your secret services and leave me out of them."

Each word had weight. Steel. Authority.

"Even if you are a hero, you have no right to make yourself important to this world."

Then, as quickly as her coldness appeared, it disappeared. She replaced it with the sweet, warm smile she always wore in public, then turned around and walked away with steps so graceful they felt choreographed.

We just stood there, stunned into silence.

Amakawa-kun clicked his tongue. "Tsk." He looked pissed, obviously annoyed he didn’t get what he wanted—not even the reaction he hoped for. But honestly, I felt relieved. If he kept going the way he was, he was going to get himself killed one day.

Still... seeing her like that—strong, loyal, scary in a sort of regal way—left a strange feeling in me. I never expected her to snap like that. Or maybe it wasn’t snapping. Maybe she was just putting us in our place for even thinking about crossing such a line.

Her loyalty to her lover was clear. Sharp enough to cut anyone who got too close.

And for some reason, that made me even more jealous.