Deadline Is Raining in the Status Window - Chapter 40

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#Chapter 41

“Get out of here! You lunatics! Leave me alone!”
“Just a moment, Your Highness! When did you become close with the Third Princess? You should have told us sooner!”
“Your Highness, I know you! At last year’s entrance ceremony, I was in the front row and applauded your welcoming speech without dozing off!”
I knew that most of the Nobility were like this, but in that moment, I couldn’t suppress the bitter surge rising in my throat and bolted from the Dining Hall. It was a shame to waste the omelet set I’d paid good money for, but I felt too nauseated to remain seated.
I fled to an empty place and emptied my stomach completely, then took a deep breath and rinsed my mouth at the sink. I desperately wanted to rest, but I couldn’t skip the next lecture, so I headed toward the Faculty Building.

The moment class ended, I hurried out of the building, eager to barricade myself in my room. Today, I wouldn’t participate in Club activities even if Sera’s attendant came to fetch me. As I trudged along with that thought, a sharp pain suddenly erupted from the back of my head.
“Ugh!”
It hurt. My head spun and I couldn’t think straight.
“Isn’t this a bit much?”
“It’s fine. We’ve got someone from the Royal Family on our side too, don’t we? A twelfth cousin.”
“This bastard needs to taste some bitterness.”
I heard the voices of the group that usually mocked me and the toad I’d fought in the greenhouse. I wanted to immediately rebuke those bastards, but my eyes kept closing and I couldn’t do anything.

“….”
I woke with a scab of dried blood clinging to the back of my head, trapped in some unknown Storage Warehouse. Judging by the aches scattered across my body, it seemed they’d beaten me as a parting gift after moving me here.
“Damn it.”
My eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and I found the door, but it wouldn’t open—locked from the outside with a metallic clang. There was a window, but it was positioned too high for me to reach and far too small. I could shout for help, but someone might come… and I decided to save that as a last resort. I had to maintain the dignity of the Royal Family.
“Damn it! Why won’t it open!”
My younger sister Sera could kick a door and it would simply open on its own, so why couldn’t I? Seized by self-loathing, I opened my status window and began kicking at the objects around me indiscriminately.
All I possessed were Royal Blood and Life Skills—nothing more. I was born without a single remarkable skill, and it was both horrifying and repulsive. Above all, I felt drained and wanted to cry.
Apart from being Royal Family, I was utterly useless. My status window proved it. It was a fact I already knew well, even without others mocking me.
Light faded beyond the small window. The sun was setting. Should I cry out for help before it got any later? But if something went wrong with my Academy life… if I gave them the excuse that my safety couldn’t be guaranteed here… I would be dragged back to the Imperial Palace.
I hated the Imperial Palace. I had left with such determination. But most of all, what I hated was Cecilia. The Crown Princess. My older sister. I hated Cecilia. Her alone, I hated.
I had barely managed to forget, but now it came rushing back. My legs throbbed and I couldn’t hold back the tears. I hated pain. I hated dark places. I hated being alone. But most of all, I hated being left alone with Cecilia.
“…!”
I gasped for breath when suddenly I heard banging on the door from outside.
“Seian! Are you in there!”
It was Evan Laef. She knocked on the door a few times, and when I didn’t answer, she simply used her ice projectile skill and smashed the door open. What I had struggled to open, what I had kicked at without success, she had punctured with ease.
“Found you.”
She spoke as though it were nothing, the sunset glowing behind her. That beautiful sight didn’t suit this woman at all. Her hair was unkempt and crudely braided into two pigtails, her face covered with freckles.
Having only ever seen women from the Royal Family and noble ladies, Evan Laef appeared to me as a hopelessly ugly country girl beyond comparison.
Though in this moment, bathed in the sunset’s glow, she looked almost… slightly beautiful.
“If you’re going to cry, don’t hide and do it in front of me. I nearly missed out on a valuable event.”
“You didn’t cry?!”
“Then what’s that water on your eyes—nasal mucus flowing backward?”
“Get out of my way, you crazy woman!”
That woman never speaks a single word without being deliberately infuriating!
Seian Crowell, irritated beyond measure, shoved Evan Laef aside and stepped outside, only to pause mid-stride.
“That’s… community service.”
“Is there something you need cleaned? Surely you’re not trying to reduce your hours just because I found you?”
“If you’re so desperate to clean something, come to my place.”
“I’ll go right now!”
Why was this woman always in such a rush? Seian Crowell felt a headache coming on, but since Evan Laef wouldn’t listen to reason anyway, he decided to take her to his residence. Though it was getting late, they were still within Academy grounds, so there were no security concerns even after nightfall. If needed, he could simply escort her as far as the Magic Department… or so he thought.
“….”
As Seian Crowell deliberated whether he should walk Evan Laef back to the Dormitory if it got too late, the thought suddenly struck him—why was he worrying about that woman at all? He yanked at his own hair in frustration.
“I wasn’t worried about you! I wasn’t!”
“I know. In fact, I’m the one worried about you.”
“Then that settles it!”
Seian Crowell made this silent pact with himself and opened the gate to his Official Residence. He planned to leave Evan Laef in the reception room, hand over a spare key, and tell her to clean as much as she wanted starting tomorrow. But then Evan Laef shouted asking if she could look at the Dressing Room.
Seian Crowell told her to do as she pleased, but the moment he managed to locate the spare key, a terrible premonition seized him. He bolted toward the Dressing Room.
He threw open the door to find Evan Laef shoving his trunk underwear into her skirt pockets.
“….”
“….”
“Seian. This is a misunderstanding.”
“A misunderstanding how?”
“Square-cut underwear doesn’t suit you. I’m going to replace them with silk ones.”
“….”
“….”
“Get out.”
“It really is a misunderstanding. And think about your age. You’re in your prime—who knows what opportunities might come your way? If you keep wearing such unfashionable underwear, women will run away from you.”
“Get out, you perverted bastard!”
Seian Crowell hurled the spare key at Evan Laef’s head. It struck with a sharp crack, and she yelped in pain before frantically catching the key.
“Thanks for the key. I’ll come back next time.”
“Get out! Don’t come back! Never come back again!”
“I’ll definitely come back.”
The woman left while still spouting her usual provocations. After seething in anger for a while, Seian Crowell realized that Evan Laef had actually left with his underwear still stuffed in her skirt pockets. He covered his face with his hands. Then he crouched on the reception room sofa and made a sound that was somewhere between a sigh and a sob.

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