I Was Just an Ugly Girl, But in Another World They Call Me an Angel - 12 - The Dream Again and the Goddess's Words

At that time, in the royal castle―.

In a different location from the destroyed audience chamber, discussions were taking place anew. Mr. Asphalt was undergoing treatment and was not present.

“I’m really sorry… it seems I’ve complicated things even further…”

I bowed my head apologetically.

However, the king shook his head and spoke gently.

“No, there’s no need to worry about it. This situation would have arisen sooner or later. In fact, it’s valuable to know that the castle walls are meaningless against such threats.”

Indeed, that monster named Verzel had appeared effortlessly, distorting space. No matter how solid the walls we built, they would be useless against an opponent like him.

The king continued with a serious expression.

“More importantly, our top priority is the protection of the Saintess. That monster will surely target her again. In preparation for that, we will always have the kingdom’s finest knight order and mages by her side!”

Huh, wait…

Do I have to live every day surrounded by knights and mages? It feels a bit like being watched, which I’m not too keen on… but then again, it’s all for my sake.

“Thank you,” I said, bowing my head sincerely.

Once I had calmed down a bit, I asked the question that had been on my mind.

“…By the way, is Mr. Asphalt okay?”

The king nodded.

“I’ve received reports that his injuries are not life-threatening. You can rest easy.”

“…I’m glad…”

I felt a genuine sense of relief wash over me.

The king did not blame me any further; instead, he spoke in a comforting tone.

“You must be tired today. I’ve had a room prepared for you. You should rest well tonight.”

I was guided to a room so luxurious that I could hardly believe my eyes.

Beautiful nightwear I had never seen before, a fluffy bed. The walls were adorned with delicate embroidered tapestries, and sheer lace curtains hung by the window.

It was like the room of a princess from a storybook.

As I sank into the steaming bath and changed into the nightwear, I felt my eyelids growing heavy.

The moment I laid back on the bed, my consciousness gently drifted away―.

―In a dream.

It was a space enveloped in white, transparent light.

And in the center stood a familiar woman.

“Lumiere…?”

Yes. The mystical being I had first met that night. The goddess, Lumiere, had appeared before me once again.