It was at this moment that Marco turned his head towards the roaring chairman.
Odette leaned over the railing as if she was leaning forward, and her upper body tilted, and she began to fall back first.
Marco saw her platinum blonde hair flowing out and blowing upward.
“What the heck! What the heck!”
Leaving Marco's panicked voice behind, Odette fell straight into the fountain.
The crystal fountain in the garden was a liquor fountain. The first-floor tank of the fountain, which was filled with liquor, was deep enough to prevent her from getting hurt.
“Cluck, cluck!”
Alcohol was flowing in through her nose and mouth.
Even if the terrace is considered a private and secret space for just the two of them, it would be a different story if an accident occurred.
In an instant, the terrace she was on was filled with guests. Among them were the Crown Prince and Sion.
“That guy suddenly ran towards me.”
Odette lifted her finger with a pitiful expression, completely soaking wet, and pointed at Marco.
All the onlookers' eyes were focused on him.
“No! No!”
Odette crouched as if she was surprised and scared. Her reputation as a villainess was helpful at times like this.
Because her reputation for being arrogant is so strong, her suddenly broken expression will seem genuine.
The distinguished guests who had already filled the terrace were looking at Marco with astonishment.
'Goodbye, Marco.'
Attacks on ordinary people by Transcendent beings are strictly prohibited. Among these, attacks on Transcendent Purifiers are punished especially severely.
In order for purification to take place, both skin contact and the will of the purifier to purify are necessary. Therefore, purification cannot take place with skin contact alone.
This means that purification cannot be forced.
However, there was a time when one of the Transcendents abused their overwhelming power to force the purifiers to purify themselves. They used their supernatural powers and physical strength to torture the purifiers. Because of this, there was a history of the purifiers dying or fleeing to other countries. Because of this, the law became stricter.
'Anyway, even for B-class transcendents, drugs alone are enough to stop their rampage, so there's no need for a purifier.'
People will imagine what they want. Marco tries to purify himself by forcing Odette on him and then gets angry when she rejects him and pushes her away.
He was seen being dragged away by several soldiers. He was probably going to get beaten up, and his past record of threatening helpless women would come out.
She could tell just by looking at him that he was skilled.
'And a gentleman attacking a lady during the social season? That's social death.'
In addition, that guy has been passing on the training that John had given to his subordinates. Since he disobeyed the admiral's orders, he will be punished under military law, and since he disobeyed the Crown Prince's orders, he will also be subject to imperial law.
'I'm sure I look pretty ugly right now, drowning in alcohol. But I guess I have to accept this level of reputation loss.'
The Barceha nobles were conservative. Their views on women were particularly strict.
A lady in trouble who has no gentleman to help her. In such cases, it was common in high society for the lady to be ridiculed.
Odette already has a reputation as a wallflower, and now her reputation is about to get even more ridiculous.
'But it's nothing compared to being dragged around by a blackmailer.'
She was really cold now, soaking wet. Odette was shivering slightly.
That was when she heard the splashing sound of water being cut behind her.
Before Odette could even turn around, a warm uniform coat was placed over her shoulders.
“Honey, are you okay?”
Odette turned her head and looked up to see Viktor wrapping his arms around her.
'Why is he here?'
She opened her eyes wide in surprise. Before she could even comprehend the situation, Victor was out of the fountain, hugging her.
Victor was acting out of character today.
Not the military uniform that was worn in a mess like a school uniform worn by gangsters, but a neat khaki-colored uniform.
He also wore a few of the medals that had always bothered him, had his hair neatly combed back, and even wore a black military cap.
That means he was like the 'ogle-eyed peacock' that he had been so scared of.
“Fuck, I came to this shithole on my own two feet.”
He frowned and uttered vulgar profanities.
He felt even more ashamed at the fact that he had come to a place like this just to check if the woman who had been vomiting blood was okay.
“Crown Prince, why did that idiot send that woman away?”
I saved her life! Aren't I the one who saved her life? Why are you acting all showy?
Why did I have to come all the way here to check on her condition? Look at all the hives on that handsome body.
Anyway, those royal bastards only care about themselves. Those damn bastards. I'll give them a taste of a coup sometime.
But what he saw in the banquet hall he entered while gritting his teeth was Odette dancing with the Crown Prince.
Although he had checked on the woman's safety, which was his original purpose, Victor felt strangely uneasy.
Suddenly, he felt an unbearable irritability and eventually left the place.
“Damn, that’s right. I shouldn’t have come to a place like this.”
As he ran out like that and unbuttoned his coat in annoyance at the front door, the scent of peach blossoms suddenly wafted out from somewhere.
The ecstatic fragrance of the forsythia flowers will leave you breathless.
Then he lost consciousness. When he came to, he found himself following the scent to the fountain.
The scent that seemed to captivate people has completely disappeared somewhere.
'What the heck? Did I just get possessed by some will-o'-the-wisps?'
Victor's abilities didn't work out well for him. As a result, he suffered from pain even when he used his abilities a little.
That was why he felt like his brain was going to burst from the alluring scent he just smelled. Just a brief sniff felt like a shower was pouring down on his heated body.
Even though the scent had disappeared, Victor's eyes were still wide open.
That was when.
“Gyaaaah! Don’t do that!”
The final scream was heard in Odette's voice.
At the same time, a woman was seen falling into the fountain, splash!
'Why is that woman...?'
Victor wanted to save the woman, but he was so absorbed in the pleasure of melting his body that he had no strength in his limbs.
Even amid confusion, he steadily and steadily moved to the fountain to rescue the woman.
The white dress was wet, revealing the woman's silhouette. Victor wrapped his coat around her.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“Ugh, Colonel Victor? Why is the Colonel here... Cough, cough!”
She must have swallowed quite a bit of alcohol after falling from that height. The woman's face, wet and red, looked strangely erotic.
Reddened ears and cheeks from alcohol, wet hair. A woman who stimulates a man's imagination even though she is covered by a suit jacket.
“Look at you, you sons of bitches.”
He pulled up the jacket that had been covering the woman's shoulders covered her face, and glared at the people standing on the terrace.
Then he pulled the arms of the jacket and tied them tightly around the woman.
“Huh, Colonel?”
He carried the woman, who was protesting with her face covered, on his shoulder like a load and left the fountain.
Looking back at the terrace, he saw John breaking the arms and legs of a potato-like thing.
His blue eyes met Victor.
'Yeah. I get it now. What I felt from that guy earlier was jealousy.'
Just now, he felt something burning in his chest. The feeling that had made him miserable at the banquet hall.
Victor smiled at John.
'And the one who feels that way right now is probably you, Your Highness the Crown Prince?'
He kissed the woman he was carrying ostentatiously on his shoulder. Perhaps the woman wrapped in a jacket did not know.
After confirming that John's expression had hardened, Victor left the garden with light steps.
He felt relieved when he thought that he had returned to the misery he had felt earlier.
Odette leaned over the railing as if she was leaning forward, and her upper body tilted, and she began to fall back first.
Marco saw her platinum blonde hair flowing out and blowing upward.
“What the heck! What the heck!”
Leaving Marco's panicked voice behind, Odette fell straight into the fountain.
The crystal fountain in the garden was a liquor fountain. The first-floor tank of the fountain, which was filled with liquor, was deep enough to prevent her from getting hurt.
“Cluck, cluck!”
Alcohol was flowing in through her nose and mouth.
Even if the terrace is considered a private and secret space for just the two of them, it would be a different story if an accident occurred.
In an instant, the terrace she was on was filled with guests. Among them were the Crown Prince and Sion.
“That guy suddenly ran towards me.”
Odette lifted her finger with a pitiful expression, completely soaking wet, and pointed at Marco.
All the onlookers' eyes were focused on him.
“No! No!”
Odette crouched as if she was surprised and scared. Her reputation as a villainess was helpful at times like this.
Because her reputation for being arrogant is so strong, her suddenly broken expression will seem genuine.
The distinguished guests who had already filled the terrace were looking at Marco with astonishment.
'Goodbye, Marco.'
Attacks on ordinary people by Transcendent beings are strictly prohibited. Among these, attacks on Transcendent Purifiers are punished especially severely.
In order for purification to take place, both skin contact and the will of the purifier to purify are necessary. Therefore, purification cannot take place with skin contact alone.
This means that purification cannot be forced.
However, there was a time when one of the Transcendents abused their overwhelming power to force the purifiers to purify themselves. They used their supernatural powers and physical strength to torture the purifiers. Because of this, there was a history of the purifiers dying or fleeing to other countries. Because of this, the law became stricter.
'Anyway, even for B-class transcendents, drugs alone are enough to stop their rampage, so there's no need for a purifier.'
People will imagine what they want. Marco tries to purify himself by forcing Odette on him and then gets angry when she rejects him and pushes her away.
He was seen being dragged away by several soldiers. He was probably going to get beaten up, and his past record of threatening helpless women would come out.
She could tell just by looking at him that he was skilled.
'And a gentleman attacking a lady during the social season? That's social death.'
In addition, that guy has been passing on the training that John had given to his subordinates. Since he disobeyed the admiral's orders, he will be punished under military law, and since he disobeyed the Crown Prince's orders, he will also be subject to imperial law.
'I'm sure I look pretty ugly right now, drowning in alcohol. But I guess I have to accept this level of reputation loss.'
The Barceha nobles were conservative. Their views on women were particularly strict.
A lady in trouble who has no gentleman to help her. In such cases, it was common in high society for the lady to be ridiculed.
Odette already has a reputation as a wallflower, and now her reputation is about to get even more ridiculous.
'But it's nothing compared to being dragged around by a blackmailer.'
She was really cold now, soaking wet. Odette was shivering slightly.
That was when she heard the splashing sound of water being cut behind her.
Before Odette could even turn around, a warm uniform coat was placed over her shoulders.
“Honey, are you okay?”
Odette turned her head and looked up to see Viktor wrapping his arms around her.
'Why is he here?'
She opened her eyes wide in surprise. Before she could even comprehend the situation, Victor was out of the fountain, hugging her.
***
Victor was acting out of character today.
Not the military uniform that was worn in a mess like a school uniform worn by gangsters, but a neat khaki-colored uniform.
He also wore a few of the medals that had always bothered him, had his hair neatly combed back, and even wore a black military cap.
That means he was like the 'ogle-eyed peacock' that he had been so scared of.
“Fuck, I came to this shithole on my own two feet.”
He frowned and uttered vulgar profanities.
He felt even more ashamed at the fact that he had come to a place like this just to check if the woman who had been vomiting blood was okay.
“Crown Prince, why did that idiot send that woman away?”
I saved her life! Aren't I the one who saved her life? Why are you acting all showy?
Why did I have to come all the way here to check on her condition? Look at all the hives on that handsome body.
Anyway, those royal bastards only care about themselves. Those damn bastards. I'll give them a taste of a coup sometime.
But what he saw in the banquet hall he entered while gritting his teeth was Odette dancing with the Crown Prince.
Although he had checked on the woman's safety, which was his original purpose, Victor felt strangely uneasy.
Suddenly, he felt an unbearable irritability and eventually left the place.
“Damn, that’s right. I shouldn’t have come to a place like this.”
As he ran out like that and unbuttoned his coat in annoyance at the front door, the scent of peach blossoms suddenly wafted out from somewhere.
The ecstatic fragrance of the forsythia flowers will leave you breathless.
Then he lost consciousness. When he came to, he found himself following the scent to the fountain.
The scent that seemed to captivate people has completely disappeared somewhere.
'What the heck? Did I just get possessed by some will-o'-the-wisps?'
Victor's abilities didn't work out well for him. As a result, he suffered from pain even when he used his abilities a little.
That was why he felt like his brain was going to burst from the alluring scent he just smelled. Just a brief sniff felt like a shower was pouring down on his heated body.
Even though the scent had disappeared, Victor's eyes were still wide open.
That was when.
“Gyaaaah! Don’t do that!”
The final scream was heard in Odette's voice.
At the same time, a woman was seen falling into the fountain, splash!
'Why is that woman...?'
Victor wanted to save the woman, but he was so absorbed in the pleasure of melting his body that he had no strength in his limbs.
Even amid confusion, he steadily and steadily moved to the fountain to rescue the woman.
The white dress was wet, revealing the woman's silhouette. Victor wrapped his coat around her.
“Honey, are you okay?”
“Ugh, Colonel Victor? Why is the Colonel here... Cough, cough!”
She must have swallowed quite a bit of alcohol after falling from that height. The woman's face, wet and red, looked strangely erotic.
Reddened ears and cheeks from alcohol, wet hair. A woman who stimulates a man's imagination even though she is covered by a suit jacket.
“Look at you, you sons of bitches.”
He pulled up the jacket that had been covering the woman's shoulders covered her face, and glared at the people standing on the terrace.
Then he pulled the arms of the jacket and tied them tightly around the woman.
“Huh, Colonel?”
He carried the woman, who was protesting with her face covered, on his shoulder like a load and left the fountain.
Looking back at the terrace, he saw John breaking the arms and legs of a potato-like thing.
His blue eyes met Victor.
'Yeah. I get it now. What I felt from that guy earlier was jealousy.'
Just now, he felt something burning in his chest. The feeling that had made him miserable at the banquet hall.
Victor smiled at John.
'And the one who feels that way right now is probably you, Your Highness the Crown Prince?'
He kissed the woman he was carrying ostentatiously on his shoulder. Perhaps the woman wrapped in a jacket did not know.
After confirming that John's expression had hardened, Victor left the garden with light steps.
He felt relieved when he thought that he had returned to the misery he had felt earlier.
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