The grand ball for Saint Mia, a saintly girl who demands excessive care, went the way she wanted the plot to go. That's what Allie was looking at in the mirror (made by Abel) in another room.
Both Maximilian and the Four Heavenly Kings would really like to show a stronger intention of rejection, but they are now dealing with it as a form of training.
In this big domestic all-star dream co-star, Saint Mia is ephemeral and beautiful, and she's the only princess you want to protect. At the same time as I was annoyed that you were so great, so great that you could smash someone else's life, I also felt a little pathetic for her.
I want to be loved by all kinds of men with position and power, amazing good looks, and shins (i.e. gold) so thick they could gnaw at me for the rest of my life. I want to be the woman who is the best at what I do.
Since she has such ambitions, the original Saint Mia is probably a girl with a mediocre face and mediocre style who has lived an extremely mediocre life.
A person who has lived a wonderful and sparkling life would not want a "disinherited lady" as a spice to flirt with the good-looking ones.
＜It's not a pity after all, I feel an uncommon concentration of anger. There's a limit to what you can dream.
But then again, what is Saint Mia's ultimate desire, Allie wondered.
I've been playing with a good-looking man for the past nine times, and this is finally my tenth time. Was he going to settle down, or was he going to go after some mysterious hunk hidden somewhere?
Abel opened her mouth as if she had read Ally's thoughts.
"Well, I guess either one of those is true. See, Arie, it's about time the big farce started.
Today, he will be appearing as the Demon King himself, so it's hard to describe the beauty of his outfit.
If you're going to throw a hairy hunk into the plot of a romance with a prince or a nobleman, Abel is the right choice. As she thought about it, Allie focused her attention on the scene in the mirror.
In the mirror, a cerebral Martin with blue streaks at his temples was about to take a bite out of the genius Chris, and the two men were on fire, fighting for their turn to dance with Mia. Martin yells at him and Chris yells back. To put it simply, it was an act, but it was so true.
The faces of the people around him visibly tightened. In the midst of all this, only Saint Mary Mia was more lively than I've ever seen her before. Apparently, yet another one of her fantasies has been embodied.
Mia enters the stop with a mixture of anxiety and bewilderment in her voice, but her expression completely betrayed it. Something was "KITAH! He looked as if he might give a roar of joyous exclamation like, "Oh, my God!
Chris jutted out his lower jaw to intimidate, and Martin punched him with a wild "Oraaaaah!" shout. Chris crumbles unceremoniously, involving the nobleman who was around. Immediately on his feet, Chris connects with a sharp kick to the gut of Martin.
It's a big deal that has quite an impact, but it's just an act...it's supposed to be. I'm starting to feel a little less confident, Allie thought as she stood up.
Maximilian, who looked like he had chewed a bitter bug, was about to step in between the men who were still trying to rampage in the mirror. With his unstoppable body, Martin and Chris thrust out their fists at the same time, and Maximilian was hit hard.
The queen screams incontinently. Blood was flowing from Maximilian's head as he stood up. It's a great way to get the best out of your life.
It seems that they know all about the acute parts of the human body, so they must have been injured with minimal damage and a showy look. Even knowing this, Allie's heart rate reached a max from being too worried.
''Hey, holy girl! Please cast a recovery spell as soon as possible! I'm sure we've healed you enough already, so hurry up and use your recovery magic!
The queen closes in on Saint Mia with a gleam in her eye. It's a good idea to have a little bit of time to think about what you're doing.
Yes, of course. It's my job to heal the Crown Prince.
Not even noticing that the golden aura surrounding her had faded considerably, Saint Mia held her hand over Maximilian's with an expression full of charity, as if the worshipped goddess was offering selfless love to her people.
Allie's heart shrank with a squeaking sound. Madilor said in a light voice, "Don't worry about it.
"The anger of my boss and his people runs deep. It's against God first, but that woman's ugliness and shallowness is also considerable. It was that woman who chose the method of not letting the recovery magic come out arbitrarily. It will only come back to you. When angels of light are robbed of love, mercy, and compassion, their power is weak no matter what.
Madilor's anger seems to run deep, and she curses Saint Mia with words she doesn't want the maiden to hear.
"Angels of Light, I beg of you, grant my wish. Surrender your power to me and heal the Crown Prince Maximilian Olandrya.
The white light flew like a comet in an arc and was sucked into the body of Saint Mia and began to overflow with dazzling light. A look of impatience appeared on Mia's face. Her eyes begin to swim.
"All right, now, let's go, Abel!
"I don't hate that kind of humdrum vibe.
As soon as Abel smiled at Madilor's words, the previously brightened Great Hall suddenly became dark. Despite being in the royal palace, thunder rumbled and it was dark as night again. In the middle of the middle where everyone is frozen in disbelief, Ally felt her body being carried away.