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Yui had not yet had the chance to express herself again when her stomach took a hard hit, and her body arced through the air like a parabolic curve, crashing down to the ground.
Immediately, two loud sounds echoed—
Bang, the sound of Yui hitting the ground.
Bang, Yui collided with the cabinet, causing a vase on top to fall and hit her poor head.
What does it mean that misfortunes never come alone~~~o╮(╯▽╰)╭
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As the attendant applied medicine to Yui, he cautiously said, "Celestial Being, don't you think you always come back covered in bruises after encountering the prince?"
"I don't think so!" Yui slammed her hand on the table. "It's absolutely true; my fate must be incompatible with his. Otherwise, why would I be so unlucky?"
Last time it was her backside, this time it was her head, and next time it might be her life!!
She couldn't stay away from him, but she also couldn't get too close. Ah, she was going crazy~~
"Celestial Being, you really don't have to be so conflicted. You just need to act quickly." The attendant made a gesture across his throat with his hand. "Then everything will be fine, right?"
"You make it sound easy."
Yui recalled the Prince's profound martial arts skills, and a chill ran down her spine. With her spell power halved and her martial arts lacking, challenging the Prince was like using an egg to hit a rock—she would surely be doomed.
The waiter suddenly pounded his chest, filled with righteous enthusiasm, and said, "How about this, Celestial Being? I'll go take care of the Prince for you..."
Yui's eyes lit up instantly. "You'd help me kill the Prince? Wow, you're such a good brother or sister, little waiter!"
"Uh... Celestial Being, I just meant I could be... a small assistant for you." The waiter flattered while raising a finger.
Cut it out.
"Is that what you call loyalty? I think you're just afraid of dying."
With no conclusion to their discussion, Yui continued to feel troubled.
Only one day remained until the Prince would go out in disguise. Yui scratched her head in frustration; ever since the last incident, the Prince had forbidden her from stepping into his palace.
She had tried every trick in the book—charging in, sneaking in, even disguising herself as a little eunuch—but all she managed to achieve was being thrown out like a sack of potatoes.
On the day of the outing, Yui watched longingly as the Prince walked further away step by step. She quietly followed behind him; if she couldn't follow openly, then she'd follow secretly.
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