The Villainess Princess Will Dive into the Labyrinth Again Today – Chapter 22

The Villainess Princess Will Dive into the Labyrinth Again Today – Chapter 22

Chapter 22: The villainess princess travels to the countryside

The mansion where Miliaria’s grandfather, Cymbal, lived was located in the countryside. Although Miliaria was not involved in politics, she was aware of the significance of the location near the capital, and so was careful not to be rude.

When Miliaria arrived, she was greeted warmly by her grandfather, a kindly middle-aged man.

This was an opportunity for Miliaria to show off her power.

“Oh! You’ve arrived! Miliaria!”

“Oji-sama! Thank you for inviting me today!”

Miliaria greeted Cymbal cheerfully and lifted the hem of her skirt slightly.

Cymbal deepened his smile upon seeing Miliaria and patted her head.

“Hmm, it’s good that you’re safe. But weren’t you a little late?”

“Yes, Oji-sama. There was a small issue. But I got a great souvenir for you and had a wonderful journey!”

“Ho! A souvenir for me! What is it? I see, I see. What did you bring?”

Miliaria decided to show her special souvenir to the eager Cymbal.

At that moment, the expressions of Miliaria’s followers all tensed up.

“Here! It’s a bear! (A real one!) I found a great bear and thought I’d give it to Oji-sama!”

“A bear? (A stuffed animal?) Hmm… I see. Thank you! What kind of bear is it?”

“Yes! It’s very big, and even Mary was surprised. I think Oji-sama will be too!”

“I see, I see… It’s big. Where should I put this “bear”? Won’t it take up too much space in your room?”

“…What? You can’t put it in my room. Please put it at the entrance or in the living room. Also, it’s recommended for dinner!”

“…Dinner? You’re going to serve a bear? (A stuffed animal?) for dinner?”

“Is that strange? But I heard that wild bear is a delicacy.”

“Wild? That’s the bear’s name?”

“No, that’s why we’re eating the bear. It’s supposed to have a unique taste.”

At this point, the unreadable conversation is finally given room for doubt.

Cymbal, unable to find the right words, looked away from Miliaria.

“Uh, um? … I don’t think we can eat it … I’m sorry, maid. What is this “bear” that Miliaria is talking about?”

Mary, who was in charge, forced a smile, but in accordance with her professional demeanor, she gave a brief explanation.

“It’s a… giant Horned Bear.”

“I hunted it!”

Miliaria, satisfied with the explanation, patted her waist and made a confident statement.

Miliaria knew that hunting was the pastime of lords, and the size of the prey was a symbol of status. As an innocent granddaughter, she was boasting about her success.

“Oh? Is that so … hm?”

Cymbal still seemed to be having trouble understanding, even after the explanation, and was tilting his head.

“I don’t really understand. Show me this bear or whatever.”

“It’s on the last carriage! You’ll know it’s there because it’s covered in cloth!”

Cymbal followed Miliaria’s directions to the last carriage.

“Here it is!”

Cymbal looked up at the large, horse-drawn carriage covered in cloth and blinked in surprise.

“Ugh, hmm… is this a bear? Hey, remove the cloth.”

“H-Here…? Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Okay? What do you mean? Just remove it quickly.”

“Yes! Excuse me!”

Cymbal ordered the knights, who were nervous, to remove the cloth and tensed up as he looked at Miliaria the moment it was revealed.

“Did Miliaria… take this down?”

“I took it down with one shot! Miliaria is studying spiritual arts!”

The bear was three times larger than the average Horned Bear, and its fur could be used as a mat, while its horns could be sold as materials. Miliaria was excited to try the meat, which was rumored to be delicious.

However, when she saw the expression on her grandfather’s face, she realized that he had turned blue.

“Is this… It attacked you?”

“Yes! It was a magnificent counterattack!”

As Miliaria declared, her grandfather fainted and collapsed with a sigh.


Miliaria realized, too late, that her grandfather was not a martial artist.

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