Chapter 417. More Senseless Than the Holy King of the Bright Moon
Priscilla appeared as arrogant as ever, showing no mercy with her words and unhesitatingly mocking the entire crowd the moment she arrived. Clad in her flame-red dress, she held her fan before her face.
Compared to her, even Ram's venomous tongue made one feel as if they were bathed in a spring breeze.
"My, what an unpleasant little girl," Puck's smiling expression instantly shifted, replaced by a murderous glare as he looked at the corpse-to-be who had just insulted his daughter. "Before I kill you, I think I'll pull out that tongue you're so proud of."
"This world revolves around me; it exists for my sake."
Priscilla reached into the void and pulled out the brilliant, radiant Yang Sword. She looked down from her height with a contemptuous expression, making no effort to hide her disdain for Puck.
"A foolish half-elf is one thing, but a creature like you—who has done nothing but drag others down—what right do you have to listen to my elegant voice? What merit do you possess to communicate with or touch me? —Senseless thing, of everyone present, you are the one I look down upon the most!"
Puck radiated killing intent, but Priscilla's own intent was even more potent, terrifying enough to make one shudder.
Though she was only aiming at Puck, everyone present felt as if thorns were pricking their backs.
The midday sun scorched the earth, and the intense sunlight everywhere seemed to echo Priscilla's will, boosting her combat power to its highest, strongest, and most peak level in history!
In that moment, Puck vaguely realized he had made a wrong move. He cried out in alarm, "Wait... you're not here to snatch that guy!?"
"Rotten and vile, and now you've added 'stupid' to the list. A senseless thing like you is an eyesore just by existing!"
Her footsteps blurred as she lunged. Radiating a terrifying intent to kill, Priscilla aimed squarely at Puck. She sneered, refusing to miss any opportunity to insult him.
"The world revolves around me. That dunderhead will naturally be mine sooner or later. It matters not how those bitches scramble; they cannot shake my right of possession."
That being the case, why would she bother acting alongside that pack of bitches? It was a waste of time.
"I have only one reason for coming here: to slay an eyesore of a failure. You senseless thing, since you didn't kill yourself the instant you saw me, those eyes of yours are merely decorations. I shall take the trouble to gouge them out for you; be sure to show proper gratitude!"
The implication was clear: Puck's actions in the future had left Priscilla extremely dissatisfied, to the point where she wanted to vent her frustration—and Hachiman's—by slaughtering this Beast of the End.
...Crusch and Ram, both of whom possessed high intelligence and were unilaterally familiar with Priscilla's personality by now, immediately analyzed the subtext of her words.
They were stunned for a moment, then filled with overwhelming joy.
Naturally, no one held any goodwill toward Puck, but currently, snatching the man was the top priority. Furthermore, killing Puck would pointlessly antagonize Emilia, so they hadn't been able to make a move.
If Priscilla was willing to be the blade, that was fantastic.
Trading a few insults for Puck's life was an incredible bargain. Anastasia probably hadn't encountered such a good deal in her entire life as a merchant.
"Eh? Wait, is there some misunderstanding? Miss Priscilla! Puck!?"
Wanting to stop the senseless fight between Puck and Priscilla, Emilia tried to intervene, but Crusch and Ram had already blocked her path, the two of them once again working in perfect tandem.
When their alliance would end depended entirely on when Priscilla successfully killed Puck.
"Stop... Ram, Miss Crusch!"
In his true form, Puck's strength was enough to rank in the world's top five. However, because breaking the contract would force him into a slumber, and fearing the future light screen could end at any moment, Puck had refrained from doing so.
The result was that in his cat form, he stood absolutely no chance against Priscilla.
Emilia bit her lip. She realized deeply just how unpopular Puck was now... but no matter how disliked he was, Puck was still like a father to her.
Even if Puck were to be punished, it should be Hachiman who did it; Priscilla had no right.
Since Ram and Crusch refused to stop, she would have to use force to rescue Puck!
"---Sigh. Honestly, given your status and temperament, no matter which candidate gets him, you'd likely get a share. Why be in such a hurry, Miss Rem?"
Standing with his blade before Rem, who was trying to seize the chance to whisk Hachiman away, Ricardo shrugged with a piece of grass in his mouth.
He was telling the truth.
According to the presented future, Rem didn't particularly mind two women serving one husband, and her status as a maid made others more inclined to tolerate her presence.
The status of a maid was crucial.
No matter how much Hachiman liked Rem, if his wife was one of Anastasia, Emilia, or Crusch, the latter would undoubtedly be the primary wife.
Thus, Rem was "allowable"... and under this premise, any candidate could use the condition of "you can marry both me and Rem" to win over more of Hachiman's heart.
In response to Ricardo's persuasion, Rem simply shook her head and settled into a fighting stance.
She understood Ricardo's point... but how could she be content without trying?
It was true that her desire for exclusivity wasn't as high as the others, but if possible, what girl wouldn't want to be her husband's only wife and only love?
"Hiss... that hurts. It's finally over. Thanks, Ferris."
Supported by Ferris and still suffering from slight aftereffects, a dizzy Hikigaya Hachiman stood up. He shook his head, focusing his attention on the "booming" battlefields nearby to avoid getting too "excited" by the touch of the cat-eared crossdresser next to him.
Only after actual contact could one realize that Ferris's charm was several times higher than Saika's; it was truly terrifying.
"Thanking me? That's so distant of you! Hehe, so, after receiving the memories, are you familiar with Ferri-chan now, nya?"
Ferris's cat tail swayed as he moved behind Hachiman, pressing tightly against him. He caressed Hachiman's chest, intentionally acting cute.
Hachiman, rubbing his head, didn't plan to hide anything: "Actually, before I came here, I had already seen those original future scenes."
"Eh!?" Hearing this answer, Ferris's eyes lit up.
"That's wonderful, nya! Then we aren't strangers, nya! So, how is it? Lady Crusch is amazing, right? Hachiman-kun must like Lady Crusch a lot, right, right!?"
Not really wanting to answer, Hachiman bypassed Ferris's questioning and asked instead: "What is this situation..."
"It's exactly what Hachiman-kun thinks it is, nya," Ferris said with a nod.
"Everyone rushed here and started fighting just to get their hands on you, nya!"
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