NOVEL NEXT chapter 28
28. Little Sister, Take a Sip
No sooner had the words left my mouth than Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three could no longer stand steady.
Her face changed colors like magic, from red to green, from green to blue, and finally to a deathly pale. The many layers of makeup on her face began to run with the sweat of her nervousness, and in no time, Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three’s face had become a colorful garden.
Even her voice of defense was wheezy, as if she had asthma.
“You… what nonsense are you spouting!? Uncle, it seems not only is his identity suspicious, but he may also have some mental illness…”
“Let me make it clear then.”
Little did I know, until I saw it, Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three’s script contained many things that would make even a grown man blush.
“After all, wasn’t it you, Miss Lu Yi, who said that a candidate must be impeccable? And Kefir isn’t qualified? But last night, you yourself followed a handsome, dashing, and majestic hunk, at a time that could lead to misunderstandings, to places that made me misunderstand, right? Were you perhaps going to play landlord?”
[Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three entered the Durex Hotel with the blond hunk last night and only returned this morning.]
That’s what the script says, so of course, it’s not wrong.
So…
“Nonsense!”
At the moment when her face was almost a pasty mess from the cold sweat of her nervousness, Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three couldn’t help but reach out to grab me!
Even for a villain like Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three, with her strength, it would be easy to kill me without resistance, but…
Her hand hadn’t even fully extended in her nervousness and rage when it was slapped away by Kefir.
“Stay away from him.”
This time Kefir was serious, the immense force not only knocked Miss Lu Yi Twenty-Three’s hand away but even made her stagger, nearly falling to the ground.
After casting an incredulous glance at Kefir, Louise XXIII immediately put on a victim’s tearful face and began to play the martyr. It was as if the man standing beside her wasn’t Kefir’s real father, but her own.
“Uncle, look at this man, spouting nonsense and trying to frame me to save his own skin!”
Kefir, my pillar of support, was visibly annoyed. But just as she was about to defend me, I stopped her firmly.
Miss Kefir, Boss Kefir, you’re the protagonist! For a minor antagonist who just popped up and can be dealt with a few words, I can handle it for you. You just need to let me cling to your coattails when she’s fuming, just like before.
Such trivial matters shouldn’t bother the protagonist; otherwise, I might as well be a disposable villain rather than a coattail-clinger. Even villains have professional integrity.
Kefir’s sigh clearly indicated her agreement, and with the protagonist’s halo over me, I was even less worried.
“Think I’m framing you? Want me to provide more evidence? Like the name of that blond hunk?”
Louise XXIII trembled all over, looking at me with doubt and suspicion, then quietly changed her tune.
“What do you know! I have some official business to attend to, how could you know that!? You must have followed me!”
In her panic, she didn’t dare pursue the matter of me following her and quickly changed her argument using that excuse!
“Uncle, look! Kefir mingles with all sorts of shady characters every day! There are even rumors that she’s been neglecting her training lately, and her abilities have declined… Not to mention other aspects, just in terms of the qualifications for her strength, perhaps she’s already…”
“Strength? Miss Louise XXIII, are you sure you want to use that to claim you’re better than Kefir?”
Another wave of conflict arose, this time Louise XXIII intended to use “strength” to prove herself. But, setting aside that Kefir, the protagonist, could never lose to a minor antagonist, what’s more important is…
Even in terms of strength, the content I saw about Louise XXIII in the script did not disappoint my expectations.
[Louise XXIII’s double fifth-tier strength, achieved through expensive forbidden drugs, is not maintained at all times.]
So she’s just doping, I was wondering why a bit player could be so powerful.
“Admittedly, Kefir may not have shown much lately, but it’s just a normal fluctuation in her condition.”
I turned to look at Kefir, but she turned her face away, ignoring me.
“But Miss Louise XXIII, secretly taking those pink pills, isn’t that even more against the rules?”
“Hmph, you must be out of your mind, daring to slander me, who has impeccable conduct, even mentioning pink…”
She stopped mid-sentence, Louise XXIII was so nervous she could hardly stand, her face turning dark. The little fairy suddenly turned into a big demon, haha~ Finally realized I even know the color of the pills you’re popping? Basic decency, please, thank you.
Uncle Zerola frowned with suspicion and asked, “Louise XXIII, what pills is he talking about?”
“This… that is… it’s all just this man’s nonsense!”
In her agitation, Louise XXIII drew her sword without a second thought, and I knew without looking at the script that she intended to run me through. But Kefir, who had been silent because of my “errands,” didn’t wait for me to duck back and already made her move.
“Dare to charge at him again? Louise XXIII, next time it won’t be just this.”
She precisely caught Louise XXIII’s sword-wielding wrist, then disarmed her before she could draw her sword, and with a twist of Louise XXIII’s arm, a pig-like scream rang out as she looked up at me.
Cool and handsome, decisive and straightforward, no nonsense, just action! Truly worthy of being the protagonist, Kefir.
My eager, flattering gaze made Kefir turn her face away in haste.
Kefir let go, allowing Louise XXIII to escape the meeting room without any dignity, ranting with typical villain lines like “You’re covering for each other” and “Just you wait.”
Then, as silence fell around us, she slowly turned to her father and began to speak.
“Father, I wish to request again for the entry spot into the Goddess’s Relic.”
She paused.
“And if you dare lay a finger on him, you can forget about seeing me ever again.”
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