The Genius Prosecutor in a Gender-Reversed World

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Tutuduk…

Marco, struck by the critical blow, was pinned beneath the debris.

Seeing him motionless, it seemed he had fainted for a moment.

“…Done.”

Only then could I steady my trembling body.

The apparition of Orkina that covered me scattered like a burst of light.

[Ending the use of “Soul Bond: Ornika Feorne.”]

[This skill cannot be used for a while.]

Naturally, “Soul Bond” is a broken skill, so it can’t be used frequently.

Especially when the gap between Orkina and my abilities is large, the cooldown period becomes longer.

‘By my senses… around a week or so.’

Honestly, I thought it would be several months before I could use it again.

This body is indeed a treasure.

But that’s that.

“Huuh… Uugh…!”

Right now, every part of me ached.

Is this what it feels like to get squeezed in a juicer?

If someone nudged me from the side, I feel like I’d collapse right there.

‘Damn… I feel like I’m just bones and skin left.’

I did buff up with various stats, but it seems I still lack the growth to carelessly overuse sword techniques like this.

It does feel a bit excessive.

‘But I’ve gained a lot from this battle.’

First and foremost, unlocking the “Sword Technique Combination” is the biggest win.

With this, I won’t have to worry about acquiring sword techniques for a while.

‘And this… it’s hard to call it a gain.’

I quietly stared at the direction Marco had fallen.

His upper body was buried under the rubble, with only his long, smooth brown legs visible.

If someone saw it, they might mistake it for a grave.

‘Gaining affection from Marco is a double-edged sword.’

Ideally, it would be best to run as far away as possible, but if I’m already entangled with her, then making her feel affection in this way is the best option.

Marco has a strong material desire, so if I capture her interest, it disrupts the game’s progression to a significant degree.

But by gaining her affection this way, her actions become more cautious.

-‘What do men usually like?’

-‘Are you telling me to just go and kidnap her as usual? Are you crazy?! If she ends up hating me, that’s the end of me!’

That doesn’t mean things won’t get troublesome.

At the very least, during the transition to the next area, she won’t burst in unexpectedly and drag me to her hideout.

Marco’s preference is for ‘weaklings that stand above her.’

It’s not just about having the specs to simply defeat Marco.

If that were the case, there wouldn’t be any reason others couldn’t conquer her.

‘A weakling yet with the charisma to overwhelm a strong one.’

In other words, it requires insane gameplay to hold an advantage over her while being weaker than Marco.

My initial encounter with Marco came about because of a ‘mistake.’

Back when I enjoyed the Valdeon Saga.

I once came across Marco while I was building a “One Hit Kill” build that could take down enemies in one shot but could only attack once.

This build was purely created to feel the thrill of obliterating the final boss in one go, so I tried my best to get past Marco unscathed…

-> [Attack]

-‘Oh shit?’

I accidentally pressed the attack button.

-‘Ugh! You had such a weak-looking body, yet you have this power! You’re a man worthy of being mine!’

And that’s how it went.

‘But I’m not stronger than Marco now.’

Just now, Marco hadn’t used her full strength to avoid breaking me, and I only won thanks to the cheat-level skill “Soul Bond.”

If we were to face each other in a well-prepared state, it would be me trapped underneath that wreckage right now.

Well, if Marco has already developed feelings for me, we probably wouldn’t end up in such a situation anyway.

‘Should I say I’m fortunate?’

At least I managed to get through this situation, so I’ll take that as a win.

Now, the key is to escape this town before Marco wakes up.

‘The Yan family is targeting Angela.’

That means others might also be looking for Angela for similar reasons.

Even the royal army, which once seemed reliable, cannot be trusted anymore.

“Right now… I have no choice but to go there.”

Although there might be enemies lurking everywhere, at least at ‘that place,’ Angela will not be in immediate danger.

“Uugh…! Ow ow….”

I struggled to move my creaking body, heading back to the lodging where Angela was waiting.

*

“Boss! Boss, wake up!”

How many minutes had passed after the battle?

Marco opened her eyes wide, hastily brushing off the debris piled on her.

“…It seems everyone is alright?”

“We’re fine, Boss!”

“Ugh… that damn bastard ambushed us out of nowhere…!”

Marco sat there, dazed, even as the others slowly backed away, sensing the signal of her rage.

“B-Boss… let’s at least calm down first….”

It was clear she wasn’t in her usual state.

But contrary to their expectations,

Thump thump thump…

Marco’s heart was pounding with a different rhythm altogether.

Losing to someone else was surely a bitter aftertaste, yet for some reason, her head felt so dizzy now.

The last moments of the battle replayed in her mind.

That beautiful face smiling back at her.

“…Haha!”

For some reason, laughter bubbled up from within.

“Has the boss finally lost it…?”

“This isn’t a normal level of fury… we better make a run for it!”

The cheeky remarks of her crew were drowned out by the sound of her heart.

Marco suddenly looked down at her hands.

‘Everything I’ve ever wanted has been clenched in these hands.’

Abandoned by her parents, wandering through junkyards.

She had once desired to eat sweet cream-topped bread.

So she obtained it.

She happened to see a rich kid, who often treated her like a street dog, coming out of a bakery.

She had beaten him up until he handed over a bag of bread.

-‘I-I’ll give it! I’m giving it!’

The soft touch of the desired bread when she finally held it was something she never forgot.

In that moment, intoxicated by that thrill, she had come this far.

Having obtained everything she wished for, she had become the head of the top underworld organization.

Power came, strength came.

She had risen to a position where no one could touch her carelessly.

The more she gained, the easier it became to get what she wanted.

This time was no different.

She thought she could easily make a man like that her own.

A small frame and a pretty face.

Usually, those types were easy to possess.

A little bit of money or a few empty declarations of love would have them falling for her.

To Marco, men were merely toys.

She had never felt attraction before.

Whoever could genuinely love a mere doll?

But he was different.

-‘You said you could endure even without a heart, right? Then, let’s see if that’s true.’

He didn’t submit.

Fear and anxiety didn’t lead him to let his guard down, nor did her forced kiss break his spirit.

Rather, it was herself who bent instead.

“Ha ha… there exists a man who dares to overwhelm me….”

No matter how she thought about it.

She couldn’t imagine possessing him.

The scenario of holding him clenched in her hands was unfathomable.

It was repulsive that a man who had held an advantage over her would dare become someone else’s.

“Hey, you guys.”

“Yes, Boss!”

“Seems like it’s time for me to settle down.”

“…Eh? What?!!”

Right now, she simply wanted to be recognized by him.

That they both were deserving of holding each other.

Now, everything else didn’t matter to her.

Every time she pictured that face, her cheeks would flush hot, and her heart would pound painfully.

All of it was because of that damn man.

“Just wait a little, darling.”

A prickly smile crossed Marco’s lips.

“I’ll come to hug you soon.”

*

Alben returned before sunrise.

“Princess…!”

“You!”

At her strained call, Angela quickly ran to open the door.

As the door swung open, the disheveled state of Alben came into view.

“I’m glad. You’re safe….”

He looked worn out, his clothes tattered, body faintly trembling.

The faint smell of alcohol and tiredness painted his face.

No matter how anyone looked at it, he was in a state that suggested he had gone through something severe, yet when he saw that she was alright, he smiled willingly.

“Ah… Uh… Uwah…!”

He thought there was no longer any place left to hurt, and seeing his wife desperately trying to hide her emotions brought an indescribable pain flooding in.

“We don’t have time to waste right now. What happened there…?”

“No… You don’t have to tell me….”

Angela reached out her arms and quietly embraced him.

It must have been a painful time, but she didn’t want him to have to voice it himself and remind him of the anguish.

“I’m… I’m really… very sorry….”

Alben watched Angela bury her face in his shoulder, sobbing.

‘Why is she like this when there’s no time to waste?’

He felt a slight hint of annoyance.

“Princess. It’s not that; we need to leave this place quickly.”

After managing to calm Angela down, he quickly extracted the vital information and explained.

There may be multiple organizations targeting Angela.

The royal palace was no longer safe.

“…I see.”

Angela nodded calmly at his words.

He expected her to be shocked, but her reaction was far more composed than he imagined.

“I was already prepared for this.”

“Prepared?”

“…I’ll tell you when the time comes.”

Angela had already finished all her considerations.

If one is incompetent, they will lose everything.

If they remain stagnant, she would continue to be a sacrifice.

She would have to spend her lifetime bearing that painful smile.

That was far too harsh of a future.

‘So, I’ve prepared myself.’

For the fate given to her, for her partner, for her beloved wife.

Alben.

I will make you my Empress.

“Princess. I have a thought.”

“A thought…?”

“There exists an organization that can keep us safe right now. Very reliable.”

Alben said with a serious tone.

“We’re heading to Polaris from now on.”

The largest educational facility on the Central Continent.

Polaris Academia.

That place was the most perfect setting for the next chapter.