"My team was rather impressed by your feat," Seraphina continued, regaining her crisp composure. "They are still attempting to comprehend how someone could punch a reinforced, iron door with bare hands. Are you free this coming Sunday? Will you come to my place?"
"I will accept that invitation. Besides, I still have a few follow-up questions for Santa anyway."
Aria paused mid-bite, blinking with bewilderment. "Santa? What the hell is a Santa?"
Eren chuckled, waving a hand. "Just an affectionate nickname I gave that fat, bearded old bastard running the smuggling ring."
A few minutes later, the three plates were completely clean.
Seraphina sat back, staring blankly down at the empty, sauce-stained plate before her, remembering the unusual thing she witnessed yesterday.
Her red eyes slowly turned to Eren with a curious glint.
"That reminds me, Volsver...mind telling me who those three stunning women were clinging to you yesterday?"
She narrowed her blood-red eyes, ready for the most generic response like:
’Which women?’
’What were you talking about?’
’Oh, they’re just my acquaintances.’
But instead, the dark-haired youth just calmly pulled out a napkin and gently wiped his mouth.
His blue eyes locked at the princess, giving her a look that people who had never met him might mistake him for the most innocent person who ever existed.
"Ohh, them?" He said with a smile.
"Those three are my girlfriends," he revealed, tone so casual that it looked like he was just giving a matter-of-fact statement.
The fragile heart of the white-haired princess seemed to stop for a solid three seconds, staring at him in pure disbelief. Her jaw fell deep into the floor, waiting for his usual punchline or joke. But no, that idiot was not joking at all by looking at his face.
"...girlfriends?!" she repeated, voice raising than usual level. "Three girlfriends?!"
"Three beautiful girlfriends, your highness," he corrected casually.
Looking at the spectacular scene of the icy princess’s mouth opening and closing like a fish was pure fun for Aria to witness. The blue-haired girl chuckled, nostalgia of the same reaction she once had.
"How in the world did a bratty, reckless idiot like you manage to charm three stunning women?!" Seraphina demanded, her royal dignity crumbling into outrage. She turned her glare toward the blue-haired villainess. "And you! Aria! You are literally his official fiancée! Are you telling me you already knew about this scandalous degeneracy?!"
"Well, yes," Aria replied. "The idiot laid out all his relationships on the very afternoon we drafted our fake-engagement treaty."
Seraphina’s eyes narrowed in suspicion as she noticed something unusual. "Wait.. didn’t you just flirt with him minutes ago? Aria Reedings, is that contractual nonsense still strictly business, or have you already fallen head-over-heels into this playboy’s dirty tricks?"
Aria instantly averted her gold eyes from the princess with a ’guilty’ look clearly written on her face, her face already red from cheeks down to her collarbones. She nervously fiddled with her cuffs, completely incapable of denying.
That guilty silence was the final straw.
The temperature inside the dorm room suddenly went below zero and a dense icy mist began to form.
Suddenly, a thin and sharp ice blade began to form in Seraphina’s hand, her white hair fluttering in the storm of her murderous aura.
Eren stared at the glistening ice hovering over his carotid artery, offering a tight, utterly frozen little smirk.
’Well, damn,’ Eren muttered under his breath.
Seraphina pressed the cold tip of the ice blade closer to Eren’s neck, the biting chill already frosting the dark hairs along his collar.
"How dare you..." Seraphina’s voice shook, a trauma of her own childhood by a man who betrayed her mother. "How dare you deceive Aria into this disgusting, twisted web of yours while secretly collecting women like cheap trophies?!"
Her eyes flared with pure disgust.
"No wonder I loathed you from the very second we met!" she snarled, her knuckles whitening around the hilt. "All of you are the same! Arrogant, lying, deceitful bastards who think entirely with whatever pathetic filth is dangling between your legs!"
Eren glared his blue eyes down toward the ring on his index finger, thanking heavens that the ring’s threat detection hasn’t tripped yet. Otherwise, a certain tanned, overprotective knight would burst straight through the wall for his safety.
"Die, you shameless parasite!"
Seraphina screamed, ready to sever his head in one clean strike.
But before the frosty princess could start her execution, a pair of slender, decisive arms wrapped tightly around Seraphina’s waist from behind, tackling the homicide.
Aria clamped herself against the Crown Princess, her generous, firm bust pressing flush against Seraphina’s back as she dragged the white-haired girl backward.
"Princess, stop! Calm down!" Aria cried out, wrestling to keep the princess restrained.
"Let go of me, Aria!" Seraphina groaned in frustration, thrashing against her best friend’s suffocating, pillowy grip. "If you stay with this manipulative scoundrel, you’ll end up discarded, weeping in the dark, and broken in the same miserable hell as my mother!"
"Why on earth are you so obsessively fixated on murdering my fiancé today?!" Aria complained loudly, tightening her lock around the princess, not like stopping her, but hugging her tightly.
"Because he is an irredeemable, lecherous playboy who is playing games with your innocent heart!" Seraphina yelled back, pointing the freezing sword wildly. "He manipulated you!"
"He didn’t manipulate a single damn thing, you stubborn idiot!" Aria finally confessed. "I was the one who made the first move on him! I seduced that idiot, alright?!"
The icy blade shattered into mist, the princess freezing completely stiff in Aria’s embrace as her brain suffered its third crash of the evening.
Seraphina turned around in Aria’s embrace, blinking in confusion.
"What... what are you talking about, Aria?"
The proud villainess buried her face into the princess’s shoulder.
"It’s the truth, princess...I was the one who threw myself into his mess. I knew about the maid, the knight, and the professor. I knew the risks, I knew he was a headache, and yet... I genuinely fell for him anyway. And the moment I officially inherit the Reedings Ducal seat, I fully intend to marry him."
Seraphina stood paralyzed before clutching her temple, letting out a loud, groan of mental exhaustion.
"That’s it. I am done," she groaned, pushing Aria off and aggressively rubbing her forehead.
Without wasting another second, the Princess marched straight toward the open window, yanking her dark traveling hood up to cover her striking white hair.
"I am leaving," Seraphina announced, swinging one elegant leg over the sill. "I need time to mentally process this entire circus."
"Leaving so soon without having your complimentary future wisdom, Princess?" Eren called out casually, leaning his chin on his palm as he lazily tapped the table.
Seraphina paused, shooting him a lethal, sideways glare over her shoulder. "What? Are you about to advise me to build my own harem just like you, Volsver?"
"Hardly," Eren chuckled, his mocking tone suddenly turned calm. "I’m telling you to go talk to your mother and actually tell her your plan."
The white-haired princess froze in place, her grip tightening against the window frame at his request.
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