The Heavily Armoured Noble Girl Monette: How To Break a Curse You Don't Remember Casting Chapter 31 - The Armored Girl’s Personal Curse

The Armored Girl’s Personal Curse

“The Lady of the Lake.......a witch?”

“Yes. When you saw this Lady of the Lake of yours, I was nearby, so she was probably there for the sa reason I was. The Lady of the Lake went there to soak in the embedded magic power.”

“I see......That’s......... No, usually you........ but witches aren’t like that.”

“A word that should not be heard, falls apart.”

“My head hurts.”

Percival let out a deep, long, defeated sigh.

His expression was still a little wistful for his Lady of the Lake’s beautiful appearance, but it was quite obvious how low his heart had sunk. A little annoyed, I couldn’t help but mutter, “I am a witch too,” underneath my helt.

As I told him before, even a witch would die if they are beat upside the head with a brick. We are still people, so it is not like she could never be a person’s lover, but for Percival, witches are people who can curse you. Powerful magic that can ruin a person’s life in addition to their overall quirky and flighty attitude, even if you did get one to fall in love with you, there is no telling how long that love would last. So it’s probably better for him to cool his head and take the next few moves with a light step.

But completely ignoring my intentions, Percival picked his head back up and asked with his big blue eyes, “What does that an?”

“Well because she is a witch, what would you do if she were an evil witch who enjoyed cursing people?”

“But there are good witches who enjoy helping people.”

“.........Well, sure I guess.”

I am not too sure what to say about that.

I figured that the girl Percival saw was a witch, so I was wondering how vigilant Percival would be and if he would lant the fact. Even so, he accepted it rather quickly.

“......she is a foreign princess traveling the countryside while hiding her identity as a witch water fairy.......”

No, he has already reworked his setting to fit the information. Fast. This rebound ca way too fast!

There was absolutely no hesitation in his expression. Rather, he seems to actually be a little glad to have found out more about the girl in question. I ended up laughing about the whole silly thing and told him, “Well, it’s good to see you so excited.”

Percival gave a bitter smile and nodded. His bashful expression gave him away, and he looked just like a small kid. Looking like that, all I could really do was shrug my shoulders inside my armor.

“Would you like to go looking for her?”

“..........There is no point in finding the girl for you.”

“Witches are witches. If it ans that I could pick up sothing new, then I will do everything I can to cooperate.”

I’ve been dragged in this far, so it’s not so bad to go on until the end, I tell myself.

Of course, after that I will firmly curse both Percival and Alexis. I may be cooperating now, but I have not forgotten the resentnt from dragging out of the old castle.

“Ah, but please fix the chair that Alexis broke before that. Even if I move to this town, fix the floor.”

I rembered my broken table and chairs left behind, scattered on the floor. Even if there is no need for Percival and Alexis to fix them, they should still nd the large hold in the floor for any future residents.

Finding Percival’s Lady of the Lake and the witch who cursed Alexis.......it will be so ti before I get my turn to curse them both.

While I was calculating the ti, Percival interrupted my thoughts with a small laugh and said, “We don’t need to look for her.” His words took a little off guard, and when I looked back up to him, I saw that his blue eyes were pointed squarely on .

“Your Lady of the Lake, you don’t need to find her?”

“Mm. After all this, I will be sure to fix the chair, fix the table, fix the floor, and you can curse then.”

“...Percival.”

I quietly called out his na underneath my helt. His eyes were still fixed squarely on . It looked almost like he was excited to be cursed.

His gaze looked sowhat hot and excited. I tried to move away just a little bit.......,

“Please quickly go to bed.”

and I tried to close the door.

Percival got in the way though saying, “I’m not sleepy.” His eyes which were burning hot before were now boring into with an increasing sharpness. In other words he was staring at . It was his usual eyes.

On the other hand, I was holding on to my suspicions and kept my eyes on him while slightly inching away from the door. If he is sleepy, then he will surely move to grab . Let’s slam it shut the instant he moves his hand off the door, slamming it into him if we must.

“Coming around with this timing, when did you get sleepy?”

“I said I’m not sleepy! I am....... serious, I think..........”

“........Serious?”

Percival’s restless expression caused to tilt my head inside my helt once again.

He is really serious about cursing him. I an, as you wish I suppose.

Staring down, looking directly at through my helt’s visor, was he trying to tell sothing? Whatever it was, he gave up soon enough, letting his hand off the door and stupidly scratching the back of his head. He ruffled up his own golden hair, and I ended up forgetting to shut the door on him and just kept watching him.

“.......I didn’t expect Miss Monette to just offer your help like that.....To tell the truth, there was no one on my side anymore, I said so rude things to my family, and I have been cautious of everyone around for quite awhile now.”

I rembered the arrogant attitude that Percival took when we first t and then the small breakdown he had afterwards.

A year ago, everyone turned their backs on Alexis even though he had been regarded as a good man just before. The rumors spread from an unknown source and were easily accepted. Percival was the only one to not turn his back on Alexis.

He was scared, and he ended up clinging to my armor while crying about how he felt like he had been dropped off in a different world.

I know that fear.

In an instant, everyone turns on you, and you begin to think that they might be a completely different person from who you knew your whole life. It’s like the ground suddenly gave out from under you. Like waking into a dream.

At that mont, it was like all the vigilance I had towards Percival disappeared.

Is it possible that we are the sa? Two people just scared of what the outside world is capable of.

.....Well, it not just that.

We might be similar, but we aren’t the sa.

“.......Miss Monette?”

I was called back to attention by Percival calling my na and raised my face back up to him.

He has no way of seeing what happened or knowing what I was thinking, so I shook my helt from side to side. Still, my unease was impossible to hid, and Percival’s expression was mixed with anxiety.

In response, I told him clearly that, “I’m okay,” patting his shoulder with a *pon*. Iron helts are really convenient. Even if it is hot inside them, they can easily cover up your temperant and muffle your voice.

“Please be prepared. I will have an amazing curse ready for you.”

“Y-yeah. Please do.”

“I will make sure Gina assists to make it extra horrible.”

“With two witches, I’m sure the effect will be considerable.”

“I feel like you will be beaten upside the head with a brick in the next three days.”

“....that’s.....I’ll be prepared.”

Percival’s back shook slightly and his body started to tremble when the atmosphere went dark after my disturbing prediction.

I smiled at such a figure and tried to end the story by starting to close the door.

When the door was halfway closed though, he suddenly apologized saying, “I’m sorry to just barge in,” for which I replied, “You should be.” There was no obligation for to listen to him, and it was already late in the night. It could be said that arriving so late and banging on one’s door without a prior appointnt was quite impolite.

When he said, “I shouldn’t have barged in to a young lady’s room like that,” I responded to him, “Are you sure you don’t an an armor cabinet?” Is this a win or a loss?

“Good night Miss Monette. Tell the lady inside the armor good night for as well.”

“Yeah, yeah good night. Please don’t co back and get plenty of sleep.”

To Percival’s sarcastic goodbye, I responded with an equal dose of sarcasm while shooing him away.

I watched him go through the visor of my helt and shut the door after he had disappeared.

With my armor lying down on the floor, I was thinking atop my bed in my quiet room.

Of course it was about the curse plaguing Alexis.

His public perception was overturned a year ago, and it has only gotten worse since then. As a matter of fact, there is also the issue of him not being in the country at the mont. It’s possible that people might be going around right now saying, “The unfaithful prince fled the country!” while treating him like a fugitive.

It is natural that Percival would be wary of his surroundings. Although he is not directly cursed, he is still suffering from the fallout and can be considered a victic.

.....Nevertheless.

And thinking up to this point, my thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another knock on my door.

When I gazed at it wondering who could possibly be knocking this ti, a “Miss Monette,” from the sa voice as earlier ca in.

“Percival, visiting a lady’s room this late at night is rude, and doing it twice isn’t any better.”

I shrugged my shoulders, slipped on my armor, and headed to the door.

Did he forget so important detail to his story and felt bothered to co back? I ended up giving myself a small smile at the idiocy of it and opened up the door.....

And I was imdiately hugged by two extended arms.

“I was careless......”

“Miss Monette, I have misunderstood you. You are a good witch, and I have never before known such a gentle and kind woman.”

“Yeah, this is frustrating. I hate my own inexperience......”

“Please curse with everything you have when all this is over. I can be your experintal subject for all your magic.”

His arms were wrapped tightly around , and all I could do was groan loudly. But there was no way for my feelings to reach Percival’s ears when he is sleepy like this, and he just kept petting my helt with his hand.

Do I have to wait 15 minutes for him to start acting like a proper adult again?

Yes. I raised the white flag in my mind. His arms were no longer singularly embracing my chest plate, so I did my best to struggle, but the second I showed my resistance he tightened his grip. Everything I did was futile.

This was the difference between our strength. A witch is still human, and my grip is slightly below average from any other girl my age. I cannot escape from a full body embrace from Percival who is training his body every day.

A stream of sighs escape from my lips, and a wave of exhaustion hits all at once. Fifteen minutes passed by like watching paint dry ending in Percival silently returning to his room. I didn’t watch him go this ti; instead choosing to slam the door behind him and release a deep sigh inside my helt.

Is he the only one not affected by the curse?

Bah.

The question I asked myself before was quickly thrown to the back of my mind.