I Reincarnated as a Noble Bastard, So I'm Seducing All the Villainess Chapter 56: French Fries Are So Good

As Darius Moonlight, dating proposals aren’t frequent. There’s a clear reason for that: I wasted most of my ti in brothels and scaring off noble won. Let’s just say you need a certain talent to tarnish your reputation so much, and luckily, I have plenty of talent for that kind of thing.

Looking at myself in the mirror, I realized that this is the first ti going out with soone, and my head is thinking what the hell to wear. Wait, first of all, where are we even going? No idea.

Normally, I just escape the palace on foot and wear whatever to wander around without a care. It seems everyone has these problems sooner or later.

What can you do? I sigh as I search for the most casual thing in my closet, but by my standards, from this world, my wardrobe is far from casual. The clothes are full of details, and so even have jewels on them, for goodness’ sake.

I’ll just grab whatever is least flashy and give my hair a light comb-through, just enough to be recognizable, so no one gets too close. A few dabs of random perfu from my desk and I’m ready.

It’s already late afternoon, and you can see the sun setting on the horizon, disappearing behind the clouds. It’s a beautiful view from the room, the whole city is coming to life as the sky darkens.

Thinking back, Moriah probably don’t have the habit of going out? She lived cooped up inside, working, and only went out when she needed alchemical materials to return to her studies. A kind of sad life, I doubt she even has any friends.

I left the room with the sound of my boots muffled by the thick carpet in the palace corridors. Two guards at the door tried to greet with that robotic bow, but a brief wave was enough for them to understand that I wasn’t interested in formalities today.

I went down the stairs with an almost rehearsed tranquility. We’re not in a hurry for anything, I’m calr than ever. To , this is just another one of those normal little getaways I’ve always made. If soone asks, I just brush off, saying about enjoying a night off, after all, even problematic heirs deserve a break once in a while.

Moriah waited for at the main entrance, leaning against one of the columns and fidgeting with the fingers of her four hands. She had a dark cloak thrown over the dress, her hair was still a little ssy from the lab, and a bored look was plastered on her face.

That is, until she saw this handso guy right here. It was an incredible transformation from finding everything boring to suddenly the world gaining an absurd amount of colors. Is that the effect of my presence? If so, wow, I’m flattered.

I hide my hands in my pockets, trying to keep my posture as straight as possible, but honestly, the sheer exhaustion in my bones wants to knock down after two steps. Relaxing is the best right now.

"I kept you waiting?"

"What? N-No, I was almost late myself..."

"Oh, so you rushed just so you wouldn’t keep waiting? I like that diligence in you."

My hand slides to Moriah’s waist, pulling her close as we walk. The moth-woman gives a little tremble before resting her head on my shoulder, and her antennae almost kiss on the cheek.

We walked towards the gates, and a pair of guards opened the passage for us, but there was no one there to pick us up.

"Where’s the carriage?" she asks, looking up and down the street.

"There isn’t one."

"What do you an ’there isn’t one’? Are we going to walk?"

"It’s what normal people do, Moriah. Walk, use their legs, you know, those things with joints right below the hips?"

"I know what legs are..." She huffed. "I just thought you’d take in a carriage to so posh restaurant."

"The idea was to go off-script and show you my favorite places. I thought you might like that."

She looked at sideways for a mont, her eyes softened at the ntion of "favorite places". Maybe she really does want to know more about and will even accept sothing like this.

"As long as you don’t drag to any tavern that slls of fernted urine and orc sweat, it’s fine. I don’t like places that are too crowded and noisy, they make dizzy..."

"Deal."

We started walking, crossing the palace gates as the city’s first lanterns lit up. The sky slowly showed so stars, tinged white between purple and orange, while the city began to buzz with the natural urban activity of a large comrcial center.

Children running from furious mothers, rchants shouting last-call promotions, street perforrs displaying harmless magic in exchange for coins... in other words, life unfolding in its rawest, most disorganized form.

For so reason, when I see things like this, so nostalgia appears on my chest. It must be because of my past reincarnation, when I worked until my bones ached and went out for a walk when my head was too full to think straight.

It feels good to see the world go on while you face life. I don’t know about other people, but I was never alone walking in places like this, seeing families having fun and all. So people are much worse off in this world, and for so reason, knowing that I can live in a quiet place calms .

Unfortunately, I can’t say the sa for my companion.

Moriah was walking and analyzing everything as if she were in an open-air laboratory, like seeing a bunch of bizarre experints in test tubes.

"Do you walk here often?"

"When I need to breathe. The palace, with all those gossiping, suffocates ."

"I didn’t know heirs walked in such a... mundane way."

"Most don’t. I’m a statistical error."

She lets out a short laugh and then shakes her head. Her cloak brushed her ankles, and she didn’t seem exactly uncomfortable, it was more like "cautious", afraid soone might co and steal everything we have. I admit I am, too, but my body has gotten so used to walking in this place that it’s more likely I’ll trade punches with so random guy in the middle of the street.

"Where are we going?" Moriah asks, squeezing my arm tightly when a gang of kids zips past us.

"I’m still thinking about it. Normally, I don’t even carry money..."

"Darius, it’s very irresponsible to walk around without money! Hah, how are we going to eat anything with you doing that?"

"Ah, relax, I have an idea."

My clothes always have so expensive detail, like a little piece of precious jewel engraved on a button or strings made of gold. You don’t even need much force to tear it off properly, so I just pull one of the buttons off without much care, showing it to Moriah.

"See? Just give them one of these, and they’ll accept!"

"Darius, your clothes...!"

"What about them? I can buy new ones, it’s not like I need anything complicated."

I shrug, heading straight for a stall selling a type of fried potato snack... I think they’re french fries, that’s what the appearance suggests. I tap the button on the counter, calling the owner with a snap of my fingers.

"What’s up? Can you get us two portions?"

"Ah, Darius!" The vendor’s face imdiately lit up. "It’s always good to see you. Paying with a button this ti?"

"Yeah, I’m broke as always..."

"It impresses that soone like you is broke every single ti."

The vendor lets out a scratchy laugh and asks his son at the grill to prepare two portions as requested. A moth-woman with the face of a shocked Pikachu freezes by my side, trying to understand how this scene is unfolding.

I can only shrug without a care because, honestly, this is one of the most normal occurrences in the world for .

"Still, it’s great to see you", the man continues, putting the button in his pocket. "How are things with your father? Is the Duke’s health good?"

"Man, that fossil keeps giving a huge headache as always, but at least recently it’s been bearable. Seriously, you can’t even tell when he’s affectionate or not, I’m scared!"

"Just spend more ti with your old man, every father loves doing sothing with his son. Hahaha!"

He punches in the shoulder, and it hurts like hell. Damn it, now I regret giving him a button. He hands us what I asked for, and I wave goodbye, enjoying the weird fried potato bits. They were probably made with the help of fire magic and a healthy amount of oil.

As for Moriah, she seems to have a hard ti eating. She just takes little bites, it must be because it’s too hot or... damn, I feel stupid! She’s a moth, of course, fried or similar things wouldn’t sit well in her stomach!

Let’s go find sothing sweet, with honey or whatever.

"Darius, are you always like this with commoners?" she asks, having stopped eating.

"What? They’re people just like , I don’t need to treat them differently."

"But you’re the son of Duke Moonlight."

"So what? They’re like , like you’re no different from . A person can have three arms, four arms, antennae, wings, horns, a tail, a person can be poor, rich, I don’t care. They’re people to ."

"I see..."

A small smile appears on Moriah’s face. What I said was pure common sense, so why did she like it? I know there’s a lot of prejudice because of class differences, but to , that’s a huge bunch of nonsense.

Oh, a stall with sothing sweet, just what I wanted!

"Co on, let’s go, we have all night!"

I pull Moriah by the arm, she’s surprised and almost drops her food, but she regains her balance as we pass through the crowd.