I Was Just an Ugly Girl, But in Another World They Call Me an Angel - 10 - To Risk My Life to Protect You, Isn't That... a Confession of Love!?
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As I was flustered by my own attack, Mr. Asphalt, who had been unconscious, woke up.
“Saint… are you safe?”
Despite being in worse shape than I was, Mr. Asphalt still worried about me. His concern brought tears to my eyes.
“I’m fine! More importantly, you—”
Then Mr. Asphalt looked straight at me and said,
“As long as you are safe, that is all that matters. I would die for you.”
Those words, conveyed clearly through his blue eyes, made my face flush red, even in such a dire situation.
…W-what!? This is basically a confession, isn’t it!?
Could it be that Mr. Asphalt has feelings for me…?
Just then, a voice interrupted from behind.
“Let’s stop there, shall we? …How infuriating. To be thought of like that by Kanako.”
It was Verzel.
“By the way, may I ask your name? What is it?”
Mr. Asphalt declared firmly,
“I am Asphalt, the knight protector of the Saint. I will protect her with my life.”
Ahh—so cool!
It’s not just about looks; it’s this kind of character that truly makes me fall for him!!
As I was lost in those thoughts, Verzel smirked at me.
“I’ll remember this. For today, I’ll withdraw. I need to tend to my wounds, after all. But don’t get the wrong idea, okay? I’m not giving up. Kanako, we will meet again… and continue from where we left off.”
…That time… you mean the kiss!?
The moment that thought crossed my mind, Verzel spread his dark wings and soared into the sky.
“Oh, what an ugly demon…”
“I never imagined he had such power. The castle walls are meaningless!”
“Anyway, we must protect the Saint!”
I could hear voices like that around me—but wait?
Mr. Asphalt is in such bad shape, and there’s no praise or concern for him!? What’s more, no one is even trying to help… this is unacceptable!
“Everyone, please calm down! First, we need to tend to the injured! Especially Mr. Asphalt, who is gravely hurt—please, hurry!”
I called out to the soldiers.
…By the way, the prince was trembling in a corner of the castle.
…So unreliable!!!